Tongtong couldn't help but feel startled again. She had just told Grandma Wang that she had brought twenty-six yuan.
Could it be that it’s really not enough?
Tongtong held a thick copy of "The Complete Works of Xi Murong", looked at Grandma Wang, and then moved his eyes to the selected books of "Folk Stories" and "Childhood".
Farewell, "Folk Tales"! Farewell, "Childhood"! I can't take you home today.
A small trace of disappointment slipped through my heart, and when my eyes glanced at the heavy copy of "The Complete Works of Xi Murong" in my hand, I couldn't help but chuckle again.
They say you can't have your cake and eat it too.
Her focus today is to take away the book she is holding.
Tongtong raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Grandma Wang who bowed her head and said nothing, opened her mouth, and before she could speak, she heard Grandma Wang's unhurried voice.
"Go to the bottom of the book and look at the price yourself."
Huh? Tongtong was startled for a moment, and then he understood.
Yes. She almost forgot.
She's not here to look for old books. You can tell by looking at the bottom of the book.
If you care, you will be in trouble. You are such a little fool!
Tongtong cursed himself in his heart, turned over the thick copy of "The Complete Works of Xi Murong", and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
"What's wrong?" Grandma Wang raised her wrinkled eyes and glanced at Tongtong.
Could it be that she really guessed it right and it was a bit expensive?
In a moment of carelessness, she just forgot to take a look first.
Tongtong's mouth twitched, his eyes blinked, he touched the book again with some reluctance, and looked at Grandma Wang: "The price of this book is twenty-eight yuan."
Twenty-eight yuan?
She only had twenty-six yuan in total, which was the pocket money she had saved for the past two years.
A copy of folk tales only costs one yuan, and a copy of Children's Day only costs one yuan.
This book, the complete set is actually 28 yuan?
Tongtong turned the book to the last page, five hundred and fifty-eight pictures!
You can’t read a book without borrowing it, so that’s how you understand it!
Tongtong blinked hesitantly, how about borrowing some money from her mother tomorrow?
However, her New Year's money was only five yuan, and her tuition for one semester was only fifteen yuan. By the end of the semester, she had received a refund of two yuan. How could she tell her mother?
Tongtong suddenly felt heartbroken.
Twenty-eight yuan? Grandma Wang couldn’t help but frown. What about sky-high price books?
Just messing around!
Grandma Wang raised her wrinkled eyes and looked at Tongtong, and what caught her sight was the undisclosed loss and entanglement on her face.
Grandma Wang hesitated for a moment, then turned and bent down, and took out the orange book from the bookcase. Her fingers slid over the big line of "The Complete Works of Xi Murong", opened the book, and flipped through it.
This isn't a hardcover book either, haha, forget it, I'll give it to her on the 18th.
It seems like this is embarrassing the child. Otherwise, give her a few books.
Grandma Wang closed the book and put it in the bookcase. She coughed twice and looked towards Tongtong.
Hearing the sound, Tongtong looked towards Grandma Wang, struggled a bit, and handed over the book in his hand.
She'd better buy it next year. Worse, she'd be shameless enough to ask her class teacher to borrow it.
The corner of his eye suddenly glanced at the book box at Grandma Wang's feet and the green book in the book box. Tongtong's eyes couldn't help but light up again.
In fact, she just wants to learn Xi Murong's poetry. As for prose, she can only write diary now.
She can buy the separate green written poetry collection first.
Tongtong couldn't help but pursed his lips, thinking that twenty-six yuan would definitely be enough.
I was thinking to myself, but before I could look away from the green book, I heard Grandma Wang's unhurried voice again.
"The books are a bit expensive."
Well, Tongtong heard the sound and moved his eyes over. Grandma Wang is really good at hitting people.
This book is already expensive!
But now, she has changed her mind and wants to buy what she can afford.
"So," Grandma Wang paused, "some books are actually unnecessary to buy."
Haha, Tongtong felt a little uncomfortable for a moment. Did Grandma Wang do this on purpose?
I don’t usually like to talk!
It turns out that Grandma Wang’s words were too shocking.
Tongtong couldn't help curling his lips, glanced at Grandma Wang, lowered his eyes and looked at the green book of Xi Murong's poems.
Could it be that that poetry collection is also twenty-eight yuan?
"Actually, your age group," Grandma Wang shifted her gaze and glanced at the "Folk Tales" and "Childhood" on the bookstall, "is more suitable for reading some children's books."
Tongtong glanced sideways at Grandma Wang, then followed Grandma Wang's gaze towards the bookstall.
Why does she have to read children's books like most of her peers?
No wonder, her mother told her that most people are destined to live an ordinary life because they lack their own opinions and can only follow the carelessness or agree with the people around them.
Tongtong couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart. No wonder Grandma Wang is still sitting here selling books at such an old age.
She no longer has a grandma. If she had a mother, her mother would definitely not let her grandma still make money at such an old age.
She will be fine too! In the future, when her mother is old, she will accompany her mother to see the mountains and rivers together, instead of letting her sit here every day like Grandma Wang, exposed to wind and sun, rain and thunder.
Selling books.
So hard!
Tongtong looked towards Grandma Wang, with a trace of sympathy in his eyes.
She'd better buy the green poetry book, which would also increase Grandma Wang's income today.
If it was still twenty-eight yuan, then she, Tongtong couldn't help but look at the thick "The Complete Works of Xi Murong" in her hands, then she could only go to the class teacher to borrow another book.
Tongtong blinked and slid his fingers across the five large characters on the orange book. When he slid for the third time, he raised his eyebrows slightly and handed the book to Grandma Wang.
"But there are some things that need to be cultivated in advance."
Grandma Wang's unhurried voice suddenly came over again.
Huh? Tongtong paused when he stretched out his hand, then retracted his hand and put the book on the bookstall next to him.
Grandma Wang, is there something in this?
"For example, the sense of language," Grandma Wang glanced at "The Complete Works of Xi Murong" that fell on the bookstall, "Only by reading more books can you accumulate something, especially books by famous writers."
A book by a famous artist? Tongtong glanced at the book he had just put down, and felt a trace of regret in his heart.
It was indeed a famous brand, but it was too expensive for her to afford.
"For example, writing." Grandma Wang glanced at Tongtong and pushed up her reading glasses on the bridge of her nose, "Watch more, read more, learn more, and practice more."
It sounded like it was true. Tongtong rolled his eyes at Grandma Wang.
"Take all these books away."
What? Tongtong couldn't help but turn his head and look at Grandma Wang.
Did she hear it correctly?
"Take all the books you picked." Grandma Wang turned over a page of the book in her hand, "keep the twenty-six yuan."
Huh? Twenty-six yuan to stay?
Tongtong was startled for a moment, and then he laughed, took the thick copy of "The Complete Works of Xi Murong", held it in his arms, and turned to leave.