The Librarian

The librarian is not so young, she has a mixed European face with a short haircut " This is for you to find books later ,I will make a card" she said , Anwell saw that she was beautiful and smiles sweetly.

Her lips and eyes were well shaped when she met him again in the book room. He couldn't immediately look for books because he wasn't even 21 yet that time.Now he can as he already reached 21 of age ."l am very happy to spend time in the library all day long and after that l borrow some books that time." That's what he often told his friends.He did not read all the books ,he just needed them to show off... ' Actually he liked the librarian ..." That's what his friends said ,and he just smirked.

Time went by till they knew one another better till something bad happened to her ...losing job ..he blamed himself for his inability to help her but surely ,as usual , he didn't have to own money himself........he could always ask for it to grandpa , grandma ,if not his dad ! sure ..sure ...

He had a feeling that it's time for him to"go get her" when she told him ,

" Now I'm back unemployed...lts such an unbearable situation , l have no anything to grip . Nowhere to turn to .

" You are crazy." She told herself so .Living from the sweat of sin. Mother and father in grave must have sinned previously because I had to get money from a man who always wanted to touch my body whenever I was around him. Hello....

I'm not a whore but I feel like one .

No pride and no future. .

God ,why does life press me this hard. I have traded my dinner plate for fire...blood is melting from my wounded heart .."

He saw her silent and seemed like being paralyzed.

He saw a piece of the moon in the purple sky, the tops of the trees in the clouds, what is the meaning of the color of nature, ? His gaze penetrated his eyeballs, they were clear like the white silver moon .

The shadow of hand in this open book is coming from the light of the wrong right direction. Likewise with his reflection in this world. ..It always feels like he's in error. The more he was thinking about it and have the courage to see or say about himself the more unhappy he got. So , no need to think that way ! Life is for fun fun fun !

How ,one day,in his desire to console her ,he met her once again , gripping the bamboo hedge,"Livia .. you are..So pretty..so praiseworthy .."

When he said the consolation sentence and saw her radiant reaction,it's like a punishment of beeing foolish.

" You are part of my life, you helped me a lot ...but does it still feel as sour and bitter fruit ..when l know that you re a playboy? I mean what l let you know how l overcome all this trouble ....l know and everyone knows it , An ''

He smoked ," If this long vacation become your part of daily life can you still smell the fragrance of the fruits and blooms in a garden? "

" Maybe nomore..or l just ignore it .

That's why human nomore

fear of punishment ...but"

"Nomore crazy of vacation as It

only chains of certain unavoidable days when life so hard .. sleep become the best vacation,hahaha ...I am lazy to go to college ..I do it at least once in a month anyway..l always get good score"

Livia knew all that. He wasn't there for serious matter. He never be serious in anything, anyone anyway..

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