Be kind to yourself in the dark

Every Sunday, she will come to the cafe to read books, first look at the books on the shelves in the store, most like the set of Yi Shu's novels, and later, she took the book to see, sometimes also read magazines. Like many women who love to be comfortable, she also loves to wear plain clothes, but it doesn't have to be cotton. Because cotton clothes are often old, she wears comfortable fabrics, moderate hardness, or wide. Loose trousers, or loose tops, sometimes the tops and trousers are wide, and walk to the celestial bones.

Because she is small and has a very short hair style, she looks like she is only in her early twenties. In fact, she is 28 years old and has one woman left, so it is boring every weekend.

At first, I thought she was holding the fantasies of a man of the same age as many single girls in a cafe, and then I slowly discovered that she was not interested in it. No matter who talks with her, she can't talk a little. She will take her eyes back and cast it on the page, regardless of whether it is polite. Over time, fewer and fewer boys are talking to her, and they say she is a weird woman.

She seems to enjoy being especially isolated. When the cafe is full of people, her isolation is particularly conspicuous. She does not exclude others from working with her, but she can always erect an invisible wall around herself. Every five or six minutes, she calmly flipped through a page of books, and the pages swayed slightly, like a magical spell above the shackles.

Once, I couldn't help but "itch it", took out the tone of an emotional expert, and euphemistically reminded her: Don't be too indifferent, although it looks elegant, it is inevitable to give people a cold feeling.

"Everyone lives in the heart of two. If you don't like the one in the dark, the one who is bright is superficial and meaningless." She uttered such a sentence. This made me puzzled.

I thought sympathetically: "This girl has read too much, I am afraid that it has already gone into flames."

One day, a shop assistant smiled and showed me the photos on her mobile phone. The photo is on the stage of the nightclub. A woman with heavy makeup is singing something. The purple wig mushroom is blooming like a cloud on the top of the head. The leopard-print tight-fitting miniskirt and the black over-the-knee boots create a graceful curve. Around her is Two muscular men dancing.

"Who?" I asked casually.

"It is the girl who always reads the book."

I was taken aback and quickly took her cell phone to look at it. After all, I still couldn't connect this person to that girl.

"Can't you see it? But she sings really well, the back is better, more interesting than the hosts on TV, and now it's very red." The clerk smiled and said.

When the girl came back, the clerk and the younger sister went to talk. She smiled and looked at herself in the phone that was far away from her at this time, and asked in a consistently lazy tone: "Do you like it?"

"Like, it's too unlike you." Xiaomei said.

The news quickly spread in the cafe. Someone out of curiosity asked her where she sang, and even some men said that they were going to go out and give her a big flower basket. These obviously caused trouble for her.

On the third Sunday, she didn't come, and every Sunday after that, she didn't come.

She must have been hiding in another coffee shop, reading her own book, being her own queen, and spending her time to balance her life.

Not everyone wants others to know that they are a bar singer, especially when she is trying to manage the image of a woman in a coffee shop, she has already fallen in love with this silent self. As she said: "If you can't face the self in the dark, the one under the light is superficial and meaningless."

I decided to go see her show and tell her that because of the one in the bar, she was particularly beautiful in the cafe.