Wednesday Bookstore Review 100 words
There is a Wednesday bookstore around the corner. Because the bookstore is closed every Wednesday, everyone remembers this day instead. But if you push the door, you will find it is open. Reading, drinking tea and coffee are all options.
A Mu doesn't know the meaning of the end of the day.
On a rainy Wednesday, A Mu had to walk into the only shop on the corner to take shelter from the rain.
The rain outside the door is clattering, and the door seems to be another world. The wooden floor has been in disrepair for a long time, and it crunches when you step on it. The air is full of the fragrance of plants. The light is very dim, only one seat is lit with a warm desk lamp.
The bookstore owner sat by and looked at some books. When he saw A Mu, he just said "whatever".
A Mu is actually very relieved. Although she has never been here on Wednesday, she is familiar with her boss. He is her next-door neighbor and has a good quality.
Two people each sat in silence for a long time with a book. The rain hasn't stopped.
A Mu couldn't help asking the boss, "Why is your bookstore closed on Wednesday? But you are still open when it is closed? "
The boss finally put down the book he had been reading and got up to make a cup of tea for A Mu. "Why do you think? Whatever you want. "
When the boss sat down again, he said, "Today is a memorable day for me. Once on a Wednesday, I completed my redemption. "
A Mu is drinking tea. She thought he meant that on a Wednesday, he broke through himself, changed himself, changed some ideas … and so on.
Until the boss asked her, "Do you want to see what self-salvation is like? I can show it to you. "
A Mu thought, can this also be used to "see"? But A Mu is a neurotic person, and the tie actually nodded in agreement. "Okay, you take me to see it."
The boss said, "Before you go, choose a book you want to take away. That's what happened. You have to choose one. " Say that finish turned on the light.
A Mu a little regret why promised such nonsense. But she got up and picked it up on the shelf.
These bookshelves are arranged like a maze. A Mu came in, came in. Suddenly, she glanced at an island. This one looks familiar. I think I've seen it before. I like it. It's better to bump into books than to choose books. Choose.
Back to the boss, the boss turned off the other lights. Sign for A Mu to sit comfortably.
I don't know why, A Mu felt sleepy as soon as he sat down. She fell asleep.
She is at the seaside with a group of friends. When night comes, everyone drinks and eats seafood together on the beach. While having fun, A Mu suddenly saw a pair of parents and a little girl sitting on a bench not far away. Two adults keep talking to their children.
A Mu came a little closer.
"Komori, give the book in your hand to Xiao Ou. He likes this book very much. He is your friend. "
"yes. Children who can share are good children. Do you want to be a selfish bad boy? Can't. "
"Komori, listen to your mother. Xiao ou has been crying. He needs this book more than you. "
The little girl looked up at her parents and nodded very cleverly. She reached for the book, with no expression on her face except a glimpse of the innocence of the past.
Parents took the book and praised it. Left with the girl.
A Mu watched for a long time until he saw three people disappearing into the night.
I don't know why, she seems to have seen this scene somewhere. I don't know why, but her nose feels sour.
My friends all had a good time. But A Mu kept thinking about the little girl. She had a hunch.
She rested for a while and walked along the corridor on the pretext that she had drunk too much. At the end of the corridor, she saw the little girl.
A Mu didn't come near. It stops at a distance from the girl. Because she heard the little girl crying.
That's not crying, nor is it a child's sniffling. It is an adult who cries in tears when he encounters something really sad and painful.
But now, this cry comes from the mouth of a little girl. The girl has a piece of paper in her hand.
It must be a piece of paper. A Mu came closer and saw what seemed to be an envelope of a book. Cry of the Island.
A flash of lightning.
A Mu didn't even think about why he remembered the book in the bag.
She ran back to the end of the corridor with the book and handed it to the little girl. "This book is for you."
After all, it is a child. I was so stunned by this sudden book that I forgot my reaction.
"You obviously like your book very much and don't want to give it away. Then why didn't you tell your parents just now? "
"I don't want to see them unhappy. I hope they all like me. They like good children. And not sharing books with others will be said to be selfish. "
A Mu really doesn't know why strange ideas always appear in his mind tonight. She said to the girl:
"This book is for you. It's yours from now on. Only you have the right to control it. Share it with friends if you want, and don't want to give it to others. No one is qualified to call you selfish. You got it? No one can force you to do what you don't want to do, especially sacrifice. Now that you are still young, you should learn to safeguard your rights and take care of your mood. You must study. Because in the near future, countless people will teach you how to give, how to sacrifice and how to share. Everyone is telling you to be kind and considerate, but no one will tell you to take care of yourself again. When you are used to thinking about other people's positions, rights and feelings, and when you are used to suppressing your true thoughts and needs, they will tell you to love yourself. "
Love yourself? When you should learn to love yourself, you should learn to sacrifice unconditionally. Now it seems ironic. Love yourself. "Why can't you love yourself? How can a person who doesn't love himself love others? You are asking for it. You can't even love yourself! "
……
A Mu suddenly woke up, as if still immersed in some kind of growing indignation. She is in a daze, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality. She has been sitting awake.
The boss is still sitting beside reading.
A Mu felt a feeling of tightness in his heart, but gradually warmed up, as if a huge hole had been filled by more than half, and there was no wind blowing any more, and there was nowhere to hide.
"Boss, I think I understand what you mean by redemption."
This is what A Mu wants to say to himself. What I wanted to say to myself when I was a child. I have been lucky for so many years that I have never suffered. But forced to be kind, forced to endure, forced to sacrifice, these are all cutting the meat in your heart with a blunt knife in the dead of night, but there is no bleeding and no pain. No matter what you say, others can't understand your sadness and deformity. No matter how good friends you are.
What I haven't thought about for so long now suddenly dawned on me. Since then, I have been a safe haven. Let the storm fly.
"Give this book back to you. It's amazing. I didn't expect to choose a book for this. In the future, I will be brave and guard what I want. "
The boss nodded. Smile silently. It's kind to hide behind glasses.
A Mu got up to leave. The rain has stopped.
Go home, take a hot bath and finish your meal. A Mu decided to tidy up the house. There are a lot of things piled up in the storage room, and they haven't been sorted out yet.
Look for it, leave it, throw it.
A Mu found a box. Open it, as if it were all my childhood things.
Glass marbles, rubber ropes, self-made plastic rope badminton, small molds for drawing flowers … many, many.
There is also a book. Cry of the Island.
There was another crack.
A Mu remembers having this book when he was a child, but his parents gave it away. But now it appears again. No wonder I feel as if I have read this book and like it very much.
Is that little girl herself?
A Mu can't tell how he feels now. Very inexplicable and very excited. She felt that the hole in her heart that had been filled by more than half was now completely sealed. It will never be cold again and there will be no air leakage.
She can't wait to knock on the door of the boss next door.
Before the boss could say anything, A Mu said excitedly, "I see, the self-salvation you mentioned is the real self-salvation. How did you do that? I-I don't know what to say. "
The boss kept smiling and listened to A Mu's incoherent speech. When she finished, he said:
"So, don't always be unhappy and pessimistic at ordinary times. The abyss that was once in my heart will one day be filled by myself; The pain in my heart must be redeemed by myself after all. As long as you insist.