After leaving the old unit, Ren Pingsheng was like a fish returning to the sea, feeling extremely free and comfortable, and the air he was breathing became much fresher.

He walked on the street without hesitation, looking at the familiar scenery and buildings on the roadside, as if he was watching an old movie, with the plot and characters in his heart, but he was full of reminiscence.

Thinking of myself in my previous life, I wasting the most powerful and valuable decade in my life in a decadent mechanism, the more I felt that the time after rebirth was particularly precious.

He must enjoy this rare opportunity, not only to get out of the bottleneck that he had not been able to get out of his previous life in his career, but also to feel a bigger world and enjoy better things...

Before he knew it, Ren Pingsheng walked to a secluded boulevard, and the sign of a shop on the street attracted his attention.

The sign only reads four simple Song font characters "Chujian Bookstore", but it seems like a kind of magic is guiding it, and let Pingsheng's footsteps involuntarily step into the store.

As the store name shows, this is a bookstore, and it is a bookstore with a literary and artistic atmosphere.

The shopkeeper with a mustache made coffee behind the counter, and the shop assistants in apron and white shirts pushed books with small carts, and updated the books on the bookshelf with awe and devotion.

The spacious floor-to-ceiling window gently pulled up a beige curtain, and the afternoon sunlight faintly projected into the store, dyeing the high bookshelf made of cedar wood with a layer of golden color. The air was filled with the inspiring atmosphere of coffee and negative ions.

Strolling among bookshelf, watching the men and women sitting or standing, holding books and immersing in the fun of reading, Ren Pingsheng seemed to have returned to the days of being in the library in college, and the feeling of being isolated from the world but having infinite space was back to him.

Most of the books here are mainly humanities and social sciences, without the various examination exercises, real papers and best-selling inspirational chicken soup in Xinhua Bookstore, and more are biography, theories, essays and novels. Ren Pingsheng can no longer remember when he last entered a physical bookstore, but when he was in this bookstore, he seemed to have met an old friend he had not seen for many years, both familiar and unfamiliar.

Ren Pingsheng walked around, looked, and read, and selected several books that he had not read seriously back then, such as Orhan Pamuk's "My Name is Red" and Karud Houdini's "The Kite Chaser", avoiding the most popular "Studying the Three Kingdoms", "Things in the Ming Dynasty" and "Experiences of the Analects of Confucius" at that time.

When he turned a bookshelf and was about to find Carlos Ruis Safon's "Shadow of the Wind", he accidentally saw the girl standing at the end of the bookshelf.

She leaned against this side, leaning on the bookshelf, wearing white canvas shoes that were washed a little faded, and a simple off-white knitted skirt wrapped around her plump body. The undulating peaks and vibrant curves instantly hit Ren Pingsheng's heart like a flash of lightning.

It seemed like the sequelae of the lightning flash. Ren Pingsheng looked a little dazed, his feet were light and there was no place to focus, and he slowly approached the girl in white.

As she got closer, the girl's appearance became clearer. Her thick and thick hair hanging from her shoulders was pinned behind her head with an ivory-white hairband, revealing her smooth forehead, her tall and delicate nose bridge, bright red lips, and long eyelashes hanging down.

The afternoon sun shines on the girl through the gauze curtain, as if she is sprinkling a layer of bright yellow gauze on her, making her facial features particularly vivid.

Her skin was flawless, her cheeks revealed a healthy pink color, and the sunlight was so clear that it seemed that the fine fluff on her skin could be seen. She was like a freshly ripe peach, tender, juicy and delicious.

Ren Pingsheng felt that his heart was beating unscrupulously, and he tried hard to adjust his breathing and walked quietly to the girl.

His eyes could already see the book in the girl's hand, and the words on it, and he whispered:

"I am 21 today. In the golden age of my life, I have many extravagant hopes. I want to eat, love, and even turn into a cloud in the sky in an instant..."

With his tone, the girl slowly turned her head, and her two thick black eyebrows flew away like frightened bird wings. The pair of big eyes that were so bright that they could see the reflection narrowed slightly, and a sweet smile appeared on the corners of her eyes and mouth. She closed the book in her hand, gently tapped Ren Pingsheng's chest, and whispered:

"Is this your golden age?"

Ren Pingsheng said with a smile:

“This is my golden age.”

......

Ren Pingsheng and Chen Jingen walked side by the West Lake. In addition to books, they also had a cup of milk tea in their hands, which contained a faint fragrance in the air and another indescribable atmosphere.

Ren Pingsheng carefully admired the girl in front of him, as if looking for the memories of her in his previous life.

Nothing changed, Chen Jingen was still as beautiful as he was when he first met, as dignified and quiet as when he first met.

This surprised him very much and was very grateful.

Ren Pingsheng said seriously:

"Why, I only met you the first time I walked into this bookstore."

Chen Jingen's eyes were as bright as the morning stars. She looked at Ren Pingsheng calmly and said softly:

"This is my favorite bookstore in Hanzhou, and I spend it here one or two days a week."

Ren Pingsheng sighed secretly in his heart, "First Meeting Bookstore" is not far from his unit, but this is the first time he has entered this street. If he could pass by here once in his previous life, he would definitely be attracted by the name of the bookstore, and there is a high probability that he will meet again with Chen Jingen.

If he met, there might be another possibility in his previous life, but this possibility was erased by Ren Pingsheng himself.

It’s amazing to think about it. In his previous life, Ren Pingsheng and Chen Jingen lived together in Hanzhou City for ten years, but the two had never met before. This not only makes people sigh at the coincidence of fate; but after rebirth, it was the second time that the two met by chance. Is this a coincidence of fate?

Ren Pingsheng withdrew his somewhat disordered thoughts and pointed at the book "Golden Age" in her hand and said:

"Why do you think of reading this book? It has passed its popularity."

Chen Jingen gently picked up his cup of milk tea and said with a smile:

"I have introduced this book to me before, but I suddenly remembered it again recently, so I looked for it."

Although he was blocked with a milk tea cup, Ren Pingsheng could see the smile in her apricot eyes, and his heart trembled.

When Wang Xiaobo just became popular in China, they happened to be in their second year of high school. Ren Pingsheng, who has always regarded literature as the first language for communication between them, naturally wanted to introduce his love for "Golden Age" to Chen Jingen, but she did not appreciate Wang Xiaobo very much at that time, so the two did not reach a consensus on this point.

This incident was like all the impulses in the hearts of adolescent boys, and was soon diluted by time. Until today, when the girl said this sentence, Ren Pingsheng remembered the long-closed memory.

"Why do you think about it again now?"

Ren Pingsheng did not ask about the past. He knew Chen Jingen very well in his previous life. It was normal for Chen Jingen, who liked British and American literature to accept the bold description of sex and his cynical attitude towards life.

"This year marks the 10th anniversary of Wang Xiaobo's death. I have thought of this wish."

Chen Jingen took a sip of milk tea and cleverly avoided this problem.

Her bright red lips looked like a straw in her mouth, her plump cheeks bulged slightly, as cute as a koala.

Ren Pingsheng suddenly had an inexplicable impulse to pull the girl beside him by the hand.

This thought surprised him. It was not the mentality of an old man in his thirties. He had never been as restless as today. Even in front of Gao Yuanyuan and Jiang Qiurong, he was in a ease-seeing manner. Why did he retreat to his youthful youth next to Chen Jingen?

Ren Pingsheng had no time to think about these things. The only idea in his mind now was to grab the hand of the girl around him, which made him look forward to more than earning more than one billion in the market and listing the company.

He had to do it, and he did.

All this was not going well. Although the two of them were chatting while walking, Chen Jingen always held the cup of milk tea in her hand. The two talked about Wang Xiaobo from "The Golden Age", Wang Xiaobo from Li Yinhe, and then from Li Yinhe to Feng Tang...

Finally, the cup of milk tea that he had drunk was thrown into the trash can on the side of the road, and Ren Pingsheng could hold that hand openly.

The girl's hands were soft, delicate, full, without sweating and warm, and were in control of Ren Pingsheng. She just struggled gently and obeyed the men around her, just like the scenes they performed countless times before graduating from high school.

They were still walking and chatting. The plot that happened just now was not abrupt at all, everything was so natural

Chen Jingen lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes covered her eyes, and her white and rosy cheeks seemed to be even redder.

Ren Pingsheng smiled slightly, and he held the hand of the girl beside him, as if he was holding the whole world.

This time, he will not let go of this hand easily.

......

Although Ren Pingsheng was reluctant to leave, the road finally came to an end.

Amidst a bamboo forest, a two-story old house made of blue bricks is located on the side of the road, and nearby are houses similar to those of the year and month.

This is Chen Jingen’s grandmother’s house, and her residence when she was in Hanzhou. Chen Jingen stopped and said softly:

"I'm here, grandma is at home."

Ren Pingsheng let go of his hand, he was not in a hurry. He believed that he would soon enter the house and enter as another identity.

"Well, how can I contact you?"

Ren Pingsheng said with a smile.

Chen Jingen's little face was a little shy again, she lowered her head and said:

"You can wait for me for a while."

After watching her beautiful figure disappear from the blue bricks and black tiles, Ren Pingsheng felt a little disappointed.

For some reason, he became worried about gains and losses again.

Fortunately, Chen Jingen came out soon and she handed a book to Ren Pingsheng.

"This is what I owe you, everything is inside."

After saying that, she smiled sweetly and turned back into the room.

Ren Pingsheng opened the book in his hand. He was very familiar with it. It was a book called "Lovers" by Duras.

This book was lent to Chen Jingen before he graduated from high school. They never encountered it again, and she had no chance to return the book to him.

Now, rebirth has changed everything, and he has met her again.

And that book back then also returned to Ren Pingsheng's hands.

In addition, there is also an exquisite handmade bookmark.

Ren Pingsheng looked at the familiar and beautiful handwriting on the bookmark, and seemed to smell the faint fragrance from his nose.
Chapter completed!