Six Hundred and Sixty Six Frank and Sincere

"milk."

Ronan’s voice came again, interrupting Alena’s thoughts, he politely handed the milk to Alena, and kept standing opposite Alena, because the living room of the apartment was not big, the corner of Ronan’s sofa seemed to be Somewhat narrow and crowded—

Although the sofa is a three-seater, the pillows and guitars occupy the space. If two people sit side by side, it will appear too crowded and intimate.

Now, they need to keep a little space.

Alena took the milk with both hands, looked back in the direction where Ronan was standing, and raised her jaw slightly to signal, "You have collected a lot of books and vinyl."

Ronan chuckled lightly——

The log bookshelf occupies the most space in the entire apartment hall, covering the entire wall, and the bookshelves are neatly filled with things at this time. To be honest, this should be a common hobby between him and "Ronan Cooper", they both like to collect old books and vinyl.

During the road trip in the past year, Ronan was also constantly shopping for old books and vinyl. At first, he was a little worried that there might be no place to put it in the apartment, but Ollie joked, "You can't fit in your house anymore. It's okay. Is it?" Then I learned that their hobbies are the same.

So, I collected them all the way with confidence.

Some old books are very cheap, three dollars and five dollars, and even seen garage auctions, where you can buy mutilated comic books for 50 cents; high price. Collecting second-hand books is also a science.

"A little hobby."

Alena mentioned it, and Ronan was very happy to introduce it, "Look, let me tell you, this book..." Ronan searched the bookshelf and found the target, and then handed it to Alena, "This is the book. I got this book by bartering at the flea market next to Little Rock, and the price was a piece of limestone that Ollie found earlier, that is, a stone the size of two thumbs."

In the 21st century, you can still see the flea market for bartering, which is a harvest in itself.

Alena opened the book excitedly, slightly surprised, "It's actually a book of Rousseau?"

Ronan just smiled.

Alena looked up at Ronan's expression and chuckled, "Why, it's more than that?"

Ronan nodded lightly, "You can also find Louise Glick's random notes inside, she is an American poet..."

"I know her." Just as Ronan was about to explain who this person was, Alena nodded slightly and recited softly, "'Once I can imagine my soul, I can imagine my death. When I imagine my death, my soul dies, and I remember that vividly.'”

This is the poetry of Louise Glick.

The poet, who won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry back in 1993, has always focused on the scars of psychological subtleties, death and life, love and destruction.

Ronan was a little surprised. He didn't expect Alena to know the poet, "Yes, it's her. Here you can see some of her random notes, nothing serious, more like essays, but still a windfall. When I found out, I couldn't believe it."

Alena's expression also became cheerful, "This is indeed a gratifying windfall. Flea markets always hide treasures accumulated by society."

For most people, it is a trend to like the new and dislike the old, but for a small number of people, the vicissitudes and hardships accumulated by time are irreplaceable treasures.

There was joy in Ronan's eyes, and he nodded slightly, "Do you like collecting these too?"

Alena didn't answer,

Instead, he gave Ronan a look: What do you think?

Obviously, for Alena, who has been learning the violin since she was a child, she has no hobbies or time of her own. Everything must revolve around the violin. Even if she really likes it in her heart, she can't show it. possible.

After all, whether it is vinyl or old books, although they have a long history and time has accumulated, compared with classical music, they can only be said to be young people among cultural products, and their qualifications are not enough.

Ronan immediately understood, raised his brows slightly, and laughed, "Ah, you are too cold, obviously these details are not enough."

A line of jokes made Alanna laugh too, "I don't think coldness will be the first reaction most people think of me."

Ronan leaned back slightly, frowning slightly, "Then what do you think?"

"I don't know either." Alena chuckled, then thought about it carefully, and pondered for a moment, "Hmm...annoying, annoying, sharp teeth."

Ronan thought about their first meeting at the private party, the second meeting at the Grammy rehearsal, and the third meeting at the midnight party, and the corners of his mouth turned up. Although he didn't nod in affirmation, the smile in his eyes But revealed a little understanding, and did not mean to refute.

Alena put the books and milk on the coffee table, adjusted her slightly stiff posture, tilted her head slightly and continued to search the memories in her mind, "Maybe I am still arrogant, after all, I need to maintain such a posture, and then , arrogant, cold, rude..."

The words gradually deviated from the track, and the arc of Ronan's mouth narrowed, stopping Alena, "You should stop. Alena, no one will treat you like that."

Alena shrugged. "But people do say I'm sharp and proud."

"So?" Ronan shook his head slightly, "People may say that about me, don't guess others..."

"No, they don't, they won't." Alena interrupted Ronan, thinking again, "No one will think you are sharp or proud, people will only think you are warm."

"You think I'm warm? After working with the Grammys?" Ronan raised his voice at the end, unable to believe his ears, showing a ridiculous smile, "Aren't our memories of the Grammys a bit different?"

Alena laughed happily, "Yes, after the Grammy cooperation. Ronan, you have your own persistence and your own edge, but at the same time, you also have a tolerant and warm heart. You are always positive and optimistic about anything, as if you have enough wisdom to see through everything."

Ronan was slightly embarrassed, "I didn't see everything through."

Alena still kept smiling, looking at Ronan quietly, "Maybe maybe not, but you can always give people such a feeling that they can't help but want to believe you."

Just like she is now.

Ronan scratched his head, instead of his usual sharp teeth, he was a little shy, as if someone had seen through his disguise, "I'm just trying to focus on what I like."

The Ronan in front of me doesn't have the self-confidence on the stage and the splendor in front of the spotlight. She behaves like a young college student, not the one Alena is familiar with, but she doesn't reject it. Not only does she not reject it, but she can't help feeling it an attraction.

poof.

poof.

In the quiet air, Alena could hear her own heartbeat.

That's throbbing.