沧小眠匆匆忙忙地走着。天色已暗,她必须快点到家。路过繁华的商店她也没有犹豫,只是注视着前方疾步而行。直到有些疲倦了,她方才放缓脚步,轻轻地喘息着,眼角余光无意间瞥见一家书店。看起来不太起眼,挂着一块木质的匾,十分简朴,上面有力地镌刻着几个秀气的字——旧时光书店。一个很文雅的名字。它的装修也是那样朴素,朴素得甚至略显寒碜,真是不如其名那般的文艺啊。沧小眠叹道。 Cang little sleep in a hurry. The sky is dark, she must hurry home. Passed the bustling shop she did not hesitate, just watching the front step by step. Until some tired, she had just slowed down, gently gasping, corner of my eyes glimpsed a glimpse of a bookstore. Looks not too eye-catching, hanging a wooden plaque, very simple, above the force engraved with a few delicate words - old time bookstore. A very elegant name. Its decoration is also so simple, plain or even slightly chilly, really not as good as its name literary ah. Cang Xiao Mu sighed.