Tongtong paused and his big eyes rolled twice in his eye sockets.
Could it be that Grandma Wang regretted it again?
So should she leave? Or not?
Tongtong subconsciously glanced at the thick "The Complete Works of Xi Murong" in his arms, and gently slid his fingers over the five large gilded characters in regular script on the orange cover.
This book cover is more beautiful than the class teacher's book.
Tongtong blinked and saw that the class teacher's book had a green cover, with "The Complete Works of Xi Murong" written in five bold white characters on the middle and upper part of the cover.
But the book she bought has an orange book cover, large gilded characters in regular script, and a picture of a gentle intellectual woman in light blue clothes. At a glance, it looks as warm as autumn.
The autumn air is crisp, and a few light and transparent clouds are floating in the blue sky.
The golden warm sun not far away rose slowly from the forest tops, bringing people infinite hope and longing. Today is another beautiful day.
When he saw the fourth glance, Tongtong turned to look at Grandma Wang.
Her mother once taught her not to be greedy for small gains, but to have a long-term vision.
She's not the kind of person who is freeloaded. Besides...
Tongtong glanced at Grandma Wang. She would not treat elderly people cheaply. After all, they had worked hard all their lives. Now, it is too hard for them to have to struggle for life in their old age.
Tongtong looked steadily at Grandma Wang, thought thoughtfully, and walked over.
Haha, Grandma Wang still has the same expression as before, wearing reading glasses and looking at the book in her hand intently.
As usual!
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tongtong walking over again. Grandma Wang raised her wrinkled eyes, glanced at Tongtong, and then lowered her head.
This kid has a solemn look on his face. What does that mean?
"Grandma Wang, did you call me?"
From the original five-step distance, Tongtong felt like he had moved twenty meters away.
"Yeah." Wang Nai snorted without even saying it.
If it wasn't her who shouted, could there be someone else?
Huh? What does uh mean? Tongtong touched the book in his hand and looked at Grandma Wang who was lowering her head to read.
Grandma Wang, are you embarrassed to say it?
Tongtong hesitated for a moment, and his eyes fell on the heavy book in his arms, with a trace of reluctance in his eyes. After a moment, he exhaled heavily, looked at Grandma Wang, and opened his mouth.
Before she could speak, she heard Grandma Wang's unhurried voice.
"The book you picked."
Hmm? The book she picked?
Tongtong lowered his head and looked at the book he was holding. Sure enough, he regretted it and wanted to return the book.
Grandma Wang raised her wrinkled eyes and glanced at Tongtong. A slight smile slipped through her heart. This child looked so much like Zhan Yun. Even his little expression when he was confused was the same. Look at his little eyebrows.
Yes, you can even pronounce the word "sorrow".
Could it be that the child thought he was asking her to come back and withdraw the book?
Seeing Tongtong's expression of bowing his head and saying nothing, Grandma Wang twitched the corner of her mouth, and an imperceptible smile rose at the corner of her mouth, and disappeared in an instant.
"You forgot to take "Folk Tales" and "Childhood", hurry up and take them."
After Grandma Wang finished speaking, she raised her eyebrows slightly and gently turned back another page in the book.
Well, it’s good to read prose, and newspapers are indeed much more relaxing.
What? Tongtong, who was thinking with his head down, raised his eyes in an instant and looked at Grandma Wang with a look of disbelief on his face.
Ahem, Grandma Wang didn't look at her, she was slowly turning the pages of the book with a calm expression on her face.
"Folktales" and "Childhood"?
Haha, she was so excited that she forgot about it just now.
Tongtong blinked, stared at Grandma Wang twice, looked at the thick "The Complete Works of Xi Murong" she was holding, and then looked at the "Folk Stories" and "Childhood" lying quietly on the bookstall.
.
He looked at Grandma Wang again with some uncertainty.
What did Grandma Wang just say? Ask her to take away "Folk Stories" and "Childhood" too?
Did she hear it correctly?
Tongtong's eyes fell on the heavy book he was holding again. If this was the case, wouldn't Grandma Wang be doing a loss-making business?
Thinking of the slander he had just made towards Grandma Wang, Tongtong's face couldn't help but heat up.
She seems to be judging a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart.
"Take the book away, don't stand here and block your eyes from the sun."
Grandma Wang slowly turned the page back in the book. Is this child kind? Still didn't hear clearly, and he stood in front of her, blocking her wind.
"Okay," Tongtong blurted out, then paused, "But, what about you?"
"It's blocking me from the sun." Grandma Wang raised her wrinkled eyes, glanced at Tongtong, and then lowered her eyes.
"Oh, okay." Tongtong's face instantly burst into laughter.
The books originally held in both hands were placed on the bookstall, he picked up "Folk Stories" and "Childhood" and put them into the schoolbag he was carrying, and then picked up the thick "The Complete Works of Xi Murong".
Bowed deeply to Grandma Wang: "Grandma Wang, thank you. I'm leaving. I won't block your sunshine. I will repay you in the future."
Huh? Grandma Wang was startled for a moment, raised her eyebrows slightly, raised her wrinkled eyes, glanced at Tongtong, then lowered her head: "No need."
No need? Hearing this, Tongtong twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.
It turns out that she was wrong again?
It is said that a drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water!
My mother once said, "If you give me a peach, I will repay you with a plum."
Grandma Wang is not answering according to the routine.
Could it be that Tongtong blinked because he was too vague and not specific?
"Grandma Wang, in the future I will..." Tongtong opened his mouth, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Grandma Wang.
"Live in the present, don't talk about the future and the future."
The corners of Tongtong's mouth couldn't help but twitch. Is Grandma Wang trying to educate (dislike) her?
Living in the moment, of course she knew.
But the head teacher once said that those who do not prepare for tomorrow will never have a future.
Could it be that the head teacher made a mistake?
The ancients said: Everything will be successful if it is forewarned, and it will be ruined if it is not forewarned. Is this also wrong?
Tongtong suddenly became a little confused and glanced at Grandma Wang, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
Ahem, Grandma Wang is still looking at the book in front of her with peace of mind, without giving her any qualms.
Tongtong blinked and lowered his head, but inadvertently glanced at the huge bookstall beside him. The book on the bookstall with the old master's book cover - "The Analects of Confucius"?
She didn't see it just now.
A glimmer of light flashed across Tongtong's eyes, maybe what Grandma Wang said made sense.
What Confucius said, when three people are walking together, there must be one who is my teacher.
Of course, what the head teacher said made sense, because he was her head teacher and her Chinese teacher.
The words of the ancients are also reasonable. If they were unreasonable, they probably would not have been passed down.
As for Grandma Wang?
Tongtong blinked. She had white hair and liked reading newspapers so much. Oh no, reading books must have her reasons.
Thinking of this, Tongtong couldn't help but smile: "Thank you, Grandma Wang, for teaching me. Goodbye. I'll come back in a few days."
"Yeah." Grandma Wang hummed and continued to flip through the book in her hand.
Tongtong smiled, hugged the heavy book, and jumped away.
Grandma Wang is right. Instead of saying unrealistic words of return, it is better to buy books again in the future.
Grandma Wang raised her wrinkled eyes, glanced not far away, smiled slightly, and lowered her eyes again.