"Uncle Dong, how come there are no thread-bound books, Song lyrics, Tang poems, etc. on the second floor? Did they change places, or is it a sneeze!" Ke Mengnan blocked it with his hand, "It's still sold out.
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"Oh, Xiao Nan." The boss Dong Yuexin, who was reading a book very seriously in front of the counter, raised his head from the book, reached out to take off his glasses, and glanced at the person in front of him, "The book is gone."
"No more? Sold out?" Ke Mengnan laughed, "When I came here yesterday, there were still several copies."
"Which book do you want to buy?" Dong Yuexin glanced at the torn pages on the table, "Song Ci?"
"Yeah, it's the same Song Dynasty poem bound in thread."
"You didn't buy this book from me. You can have a hardcover book, but mine is a simplecover book."
"Where's the book?" What he cares about now is where the book is, not which version to compare. What's more, he had already read it yesterday and it was almost the same.
"No more. Sold out." Dong Yuexin said with a smile.
"All sold out?"
"Yes, do you care about the book, or do you care about who you sell it to? Or do you care about the person who wants to buy the book?" Dong Yuexin put down the book in his hand, looked at Ke Mengnan's disbelieving expression, and couldn't help laughing.
"Of course what I care about are books." He came here to buy books, and what he cares about are naturally books. Otherwise? Who did he sell to? What does it have to do with him? No, who is so boring that he buys several copies of the same book in a row?
It was really strange to go home.
"Since it's a book, it doesn't matter which book you buy." Dong Yuexin laughed, narrowed his eyes and pointed at the torn pages in front of him, "Why do you have to have this one?"
"We're just here to buy Song poetry." Of course it's different, Ke Mengnan smiled. This is a Song poetry bound by thread. The point is, it's bound by thread.
"Xiao Nan, have you read Mr. Qian Zhongshu's "Fortress Besieged"?" Dong Yuexin put on his glasses again, picked up the book he had just put down, and answered the question.
"I saw it. But is it relevant?" Ke Mengnan looked at it. The person in front of him seemed to be reading a book all the time. He was reading a book every time he came here. He would only lift his head from the book when asking questions or paying money.
The person who started it talked a bit too much today, which was a bit strange.
"That's enough." Dong Yuexin turned over a page in the book in his hand and then turned it back again. It seemed that he couldn't find the page he was looking at just now.
"What do you mean? What I want to ask is Song Ci. What does it have to do with the siege?"
"Of course it's relevant. What Mr. Qian said, love usually starts with borrowing books. Borrowing books, not buying books." Dong Yuexin said calmly, turning another page of the book in his hand, "You guys
You already have one, why do you have to buy another one of the same kind?"
"We..." Ke Mengnan blushed, they were not in that kind of relationship, "We don't know each other."
"You guys?" Dong Yuexin peered from the edge of the frame and looked at the sunny boy in front of him, whom he had seen since childhood. He actually blushed and couldn't help but laugh. If you didn't know him, you really thought he was an old man. His eyes were so dull.
That’s it.
"She and I are not familiar with each other. We only met her occasionally. The book was soaked in water, so I came to buy a new one."
"No need to explain it to me," Dong Yuexin smiled, "A handsome and handsome young man, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind."
"Are you praising me?" Ke Mengnan smiled. This was Du Fu's description of Cui Zongzhi in "The Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking".
"I should be praising you." Dong Yuexin smiled, glanced at Ke Mengnan, and pointed to the top of his head, "Old man, I don't understand this. It's because someone is praising you."
Ke Mengnan saw Dong Yuexin's gesture and looked above his head. She? When did she praise him? How come he didn't hear it? A graceful and handsome young man, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind, used to describe him, very
Appropriate. Unconsciously, the corners of his mouth began to rise.
"What did Mr. Zhong say? This book, if you borrow it, you have to return it. Once you borrow it and return it, one book can be used as an excuse for two contacts, and there is no trace." Dong Yuexin glanced at it, feeling happy but not aware of it.
The person turned over a page of the book and spoke lightly, as if talking to himself again.
"Uncle Dong, you are overthinking. I am a good student." Ke Mengnan smiled. This sounded reasonable. He didn't buy Song Ci, but he still had to buy the book. He subconsciously dug into his pocket and found out,
The coat is on the shelf.
Huh? Did you find a folded hundred-dollar bill on the ground? You looked around and saw that there was no one else in the store except him and Uncle Dong.
"Uncle Dong, did someone just come in?" Ke Mengnan handed over the money. "Whose money dropped?"
"No, you should have dropped it just now." Dong Yuexin glanced at it, returned to the book, and continued reading.
They? He didn't seem to have brought so much money today. He took his coat and found that the money was still there, a twenty-yuan one and a ten-yuan one. It wasn't his, that was, hehe!
"Uncle Dong, this is book money," Ke Mengnan handed over the money and pointed upstairs, "You still need to buy books. You can only borrow them after you buy them."
"Okay, return more, and make up for the less." Dong Yuexin smiled and put the money under the torn pages of the book on the corner of the table. He glanced at Ke Mengnan who had taken his coat and was about to go out, "You're just leaving like that?"
"Yeah." Ke Mengnan responded, put on his coat, and walked out the door. Behind him was Dong Yuexin's surprised look...