The pattern of alleys in Shangjing is different from other places.
Even in the most remote corner, if you turn around inadvertently, you will often find a quiet and elegant bookstore.
These bookstores are usually not large in area, but despite their small size, they have all the necessary features, and you can often find unexpected gains inside.
On a bright summer afternoon, it is extremely pleasant to walk into a store like this, hold a favorite book, and smell the faint smell of ink in the air.
And people who are willing to run such a small shop are usually free and easy and don't care about your behavior - right?
"Are you the boss?"
With a paralyzed posture, Fu Qian lay on the rocking chair behind the counter, opened his eyelids and looked at the person standing in front of him.
He is in his forties or fifties, with a tall and tall figure, a well-tailored dark gray suit that is clearly handmade, and his gray hair on his temples that is meticulously combed.
The temperament of this dear friend is undoubtedly completely different from that of Bai Shuzhong who was huddled in the corner. He is simply full of accent.
At this moment, the person with such a decent posture was looking around with a scrutinizing gaze, including Fu Qian, with a faint frown on his face.
"yes."
Except for making a sound, Fu Qian's entire posture did not change at all.
"Do you have any-"
"No."
This person only said half of what he said before he was interrupted directly by Fu Qian.
"I haven't even said any books yet."
Brother Deti was obviously a little shocked, and his expression was stiff for a moment.
"The bookshelf is too messy. I'm just too lazy to go over and look at it one by one. Please help me find it."
"Yes it has been swallowed up by chaos."
After serving the customers, I closed my eyes before paying.
I……
Such a bad posture undoubtedly made Brother Dede very angry. The guy in front of him obviously didn't know what it means that the customer is God.
But this master is not someone who gives up easily.
Brother Dede simply stood there and looked at them one by one.
Perhaps due to good luck, or perhaps just to pretend to be lucky, he found what he was looking for a few minutes later.
He stepped forward and grabbed it in his hand, then threw the book on the counter condescendingly.
"Bill, please."
"This is not for sale, only given as a gift with the book."
He only glanced at it, but his face remained expressionless before paying.
What the hell...
Resisting the urge to slap the book on his face, Brother Dede gritted his teeth.
"What book is given as a gift?"
"Another of this book."
The answer before paying was extremely natural.
Without saying a word, Brother Deti just stared at Fu Qian. After trembling for more than ten seconds, he turned around and left without saying a word.
This person still has some sense and is not naive enough to look for another book.
Because even if it is found, it can be said that this thing is not this one.
There is nothing anyone can do about this kind of thing.
Judging from his posture, the store must be his.
…
After serving the customers, he closed his eyes again before paying.
The original plan was to find Wen Li to get some bullets, but he didn't expect that she would leave Beijing temporarily.
And this kind of thing would not bother her housekeeper, otherwise the person involved might easily overthink it.
So there's nothing urgent to do, so you might as well get back to your job.
The bookstore has been closed for so long, and my career is almost in ruins.
So the bookstore in Fuqian is open again, and so far, I can only say that it feels good.
Of course, the customers seemed to have difficulty empathizing.
Whether it was the decent brother who left or everyone who stayed behind, they were all shocked by this feeling of being at home.
After comparing their actions, a few of the remaining customers quietly put down their books and slipped out.
In the blink of an eye, the bookstore became quieter.
Click!
Not long after, the silence was broken by the sound of a door opening.
The few who were still insisting looked over to see which unlucky brother had gone astray.
However, after seeing the person clearly, a group of people's eyes suddenly became a little more psychedelic.
The person who came was a rather handsome man, whose age was hard to tell for a while.
His skin is pale, his eyes are dark and deep, and a faint trace of scarlet can be seen when he looks around.
This person is not dressed formally, just wearing a dark shirt casually, but he exudes indescribable elegance.
The decent brother from before compared with him and made judgments. In an instant, he became an old man with an affected posture.
Facing other people's eyes, this person didn't seem to mind at all, and it could even be said that he enjoyed it.
And he obviously didn't come here to buy books. After entering the door, he almost went straight to the front desk.
Although they were strangers to each other, there was a faint look of worry on everyone's faces for a while, as if they couldn't bear to see him being tortured by this bad boss like the previous one.
"It's closed, you can go out first."
This man stood still in front of Fu Qian, looked at him with the same condescension, and said softly the next moment.
These words seemed to have an unspeakable magic power, and the remaining few people put down their books in response and went out without saying a word.
The bookstore was suddenly empty, and this person just pulled up a chair and sat across from Fu Qian.
"Are you the owner of this store?"
Without any further hesitation, he directly asked a familiar question.
"yes."
He sighed before paying.
Sure enough, he could only steal half a day's leisure, and so soon someone came to disturb his struggle.
"Where you are -"
The man's tone paused.
"Do you accept old books?"
Old books?
He thought for a moment before paying and nodded naturally.
If you want to grow and develop, diversified operations are the only way to go.
"Of course, but I have to read some books first."
"Of course it is a very special book, ancient and precious."
"Tyler Goulard."
The visitor introduces himself and introduces his family name.
Sure enough it is.
Fu Qian was not surprised at all by this person's name.
This extremely classic look can be said to be full of vampire style.
And the vampires with whom he can have a grudge are none other than the Gullard family.
Sure enough, this ancient family with many years of accumulation still has its own insistence on some things.
After suffering a loss in the Gan Zuoxun matter, even though it was obvious that the night-keeper was unhappy, he still wanted to find out his true identity.
This is also a matter of face. It’s hard to say whether you really have the guts to retaliate, but your attitude still needs to be reflected.
At this time, Taylor had already taken out a book he had brought with him, unwrapped the layers of it, and the last black cover appeared in front of him.
The size is not large, but slightly wider than a palm. Judging from the wear and tear on the cover, it is indeed very old.
This shape looks like a diary.
Fu Qian thought to himself, but saw that Taylor had turned the book around and pushed it towards him.
"Please take a look."
"good."
Before paying, he reached out and opened a page at random, but the next moment he frowned slightly.