Looking around at the rows of books, she read them one by one. She was sure that there was no such thing as a thread-bound Song poem, so she started flipping through the books in her hand.
He Shiling glanced at her watch. It was already twelve fifteen. She glanced at the stairs. The man hadn't come over yet. He couldn't have deserted downstairs again.
He closed the book in his hand, took the "Annual Reader's Essence Bound Edition" that he had put aside, and walked downstairs.
"Old man, where is the boy who came with me just now?" He Shiling put the two books on the counter, saw the torn pages on the corner of the table, looked around, and found no sign of Ke Mengnan.
"He's gone." Dong Yuexin raised his head from the book, looked at the little girl in front of him, and smiled casually.
"Gone?" He Shiling looked at the boss who was smiling like a Maitreya Buddha. He was not joking. He then went to each row of bookshelves and took a look, and found that the person was indeed not there.
He, actually, left! He Shiling took a look at the torn pages. Didn’t he come to buy a book? Okay.
"Old man, I heard that you have some Song poems in wire format, may I ask..."
"No more." Song Ci? Well, Song Ci! Dong Yuexin smiled and turned over the pages of the book. Hey, he turned over too many pages and turned back to two pages. There are so many people buying Song Ci recently. However, this edition of Song Ci
, exquisite, classical and elegant. He glanced at the copy left in the drawer in the lower left corner of the table and said, "Sold out."
"Oh." He Shiling nodded thoughtfully, "Old man, is there a bookstore nearby?"
"No, it's just my family." Dong Yuexin smiled and said kindly, "I haven't seen you before?"
This little girl is also a stubborn person. I won’t tell you if there is one nearby. Besides, other bookstores don’t sell this kind of book.
On a whim, he saw it in the ancient book market and brought two sets back. Unexpectedly, hey, no one cared about it after three months of storage, and they were all sold out during the Lantern Festival, even though they were all bought by the same person.
.
This little Song Yi is also interesting, but she is a Chinese teacher, so it is normal to buy a few more books, just in case Wei Bian needs them. But there are four or five people who asked, and she is the fourth.
It was interesting, and he suddenly became a little curious. Was it the magic of this Lantern Festival or the magic of this book? He wanted to study it carefully. Fortunately, he kept a copy for himself in advance.
"Thank you, old man." It seems that the book is not ready today. The book was not bought and the others left. He Shiling glanced at his watch and then at the rain outside. Hearing the old man's question in the bookstore, he looked back
To the bookstore owner with a smiling face like Maitreya Buddha, "I haven't been here for a long time. I come here occasionally as a guest."
"Oh! I almost forgot, we are still celebrating the Lantern Festival and whatnot," Dong Yuexin smiled and paused, thinking, "Yes, yes, it's Valentine's Day."
Valentine's Day? She almost forgot that it was a holiday. "The Lantern Festival crashes into Valentine's Day."
"That's right. It's the Lantern Festival and Valentine's Day. It's a combination of Chinese and Western. It's a festival that you young people like. I, the old man, am really old."
"There is an ancient saying: the black ball tree always grows red, and the lotus leaves always grow lotus pods. I think the old man's ink marks are good for his health, and the sunset shows infinite spring light!" He Shiling said with a smile, and found that the old man in this bookstore is quite interesting.
, "How old are you? You are still young."
"Hahaha, you are complimenting my old man. Little girl, you usually read a lot of books." Dong Yuexin looked at the person in front of him again.
This is a handsome little girl, her eyes are clear and full of aura, fresh and refined, making people feel very comfortable. There is a very special feeling about her, it should be temperament! Yes, it is temperament, bookish temperament! This little girl
The girl is good! How do you say that? She lives a life wrapped in a big rough cloth, and she is full of poetry and calligraphy.
Xiaonan, you have good taste, this little girl is very smart. Dong Yuexin smiled, it was the first time he saw him and a girl coming to the bookstore, but this brat left without saying a word, what did he mean?
He didn't get the true biography from his father.
Dong Yuexin glanced at the clock on the wall. It had been almost half an hour since he left, and he probably wouldn't be back.
He glanced at the little girl in front of him again, chatting with him wordlessly. She occasionally looked at her watch. She was rushing for time, but she had no intention of leaving. She was still waiting and watching. Xiaonan
Will you come back again?
Her voice was clear and unhurried, which was very comfortable to listen to. There was no anxiety or anxiety in her voice. I noticed her when she came in and thought she was a girl of few words. But now it seems,
This little girl has a very calm heart. From the moment I saw her until now, she has always looked calm and smiling. At first glance, I thought she was stunning. But when I looked again, I realized that her existence cannot be ignored or underestimated. She should be a high school student.
She must be a standout among the crowd.
Dong Yuexin couldn't help but glance outside the door. It seemed that this brat had really left and would not come back.
"Read occasionally," He Shiling smiled and looked at his watch. It was twelve thirty-five and he couldn't wait any longer. It seemed that he had indeed left. He pointed at the two books in front of him and reached in.
In the pocket of the coat, "Old man, how much does it cost?"
"56 yuan, the money has been paid." Dong Yuexin took out the change from the drawer, took a plastic bag, and put it in along with the two books on the counter. He also took out a clip from the drawer.
, clamped the separated pages together, put them together in the bag, and then pushed them in front of He Shiling. He shook the big money under the pages and put them in the drawer. "Someone has already paid for the book for you.
This boy is nice, he provides protection from wind and rain, and he also delivers books. Is he a relative of yours?"
"Ah? Oh, no." He Shiling hesitated for a moment and replied with a smile. When did she have a relative like him? What a surprise. People left without saying hello. Fortunately, she went downstairs.
"I'm not familiar with him."
"Yes, he said he didn't know you." Dong Yuexin squinted his eyes slightly, took another plastic bag from the table, and put the book and the plastic bag in it, "It's raining outside, don't get wet.
"
Don’t you know? It’s him who said he knew him, and he was also the one who said he didn’t know him. He Shiling smiled, but now that the person has left, it’s meaningless whether he knows him or not. He glanced at the boss who was smiling like Maitreya Buddha, put the bag
He pushed it over and smiled politely, "Well, uncle, I'm sorry, I don't want this book anymore."
"No," Dong Yuexin pointed to the sign in front of the store, "Sorry, little girl, all books in this store will not be returned once sold."
"Oh." He Shiling glanced at the sign, "Uncle, may I ask, do you know the boy who just left?"
"What's wrong?" Dong Yuexin looked at her,
"I want to keep the book and money and wait for him to come back or the next time he comes, please give it to him." He Shiling smiled. They must know each other. Just now I heard Ke Mengnan calling him "Dong" very familiarly when he came in.
uncle.
"Oh, I've met him a few times." Dong Yuexin laughed and narrowed his eyes. "I'm not familiar with him either."
"Oh, thank you." Not familiar? Okay, He Shiling lowered her head and smiled. It seemed that he was not very popular. She took the bag with the books and said goodbye to the bookstore owner, ready to leave, "Goodbye
, old man.”
"Oh, by the way, little girl, I forgot to tell you just now. The money for this book does not belong to the boy, he picked it up on the ground." Dong Yuexin looked at her, waiting for her reaction, but he only saw her.
, with a slight smile on his face, he stopped and reached into his coat pocket with his right hand. Then, after hesitating for a second, he probably realized that the money was gone.
I thought she would look at his left pocket again, and then ask him a few more questions, about money or about Xiaonan, but in the end, there was nothing. The little girl glanced at him, still smiling calmly.
His expression and clear voice sounded unhurriedly, I got it, thank you, old man, bye.
Ah? Just like that, he left. Dong Yuexin took off his glasses and looked at the person walking towards the door. A trace of surprise flashed across his face, his heart sank, and he smiled peacefully. However, she was probably only sixteen or seventeen years old at most.