Yes and no, this is a good reply. He Shiling smiled, leaving room for imagination.
Could it be that he wanted to send Song Ci to her specifically to see such a kind person? But, he seemed to be such a kind person? !
"Where are you going?" I heard him ask as I was about to reach the gate of Huxin Park.
Where to go? This is a bit of a question, two! Naturally, he was going to buy a book. He Shiling glanced at Ke Mengnan, and then at the broken Song poems on paper in her left hand. Don't you need to buy it? "Did you give me this book?"
"Originally -" Ke Mengnan stopped. What was she laughing at? There was no need to apologize. "It's a beautiful idea, but I must compensate! I want exactly the same one."
"Okay." He Shiling responded, knowing that he was not such a kind-hearted person, "As long as you can find the exact same one."
"That's right," Ke Mengnan said with a smile, and asked again, "Where to go?"
"Lead the way." She didn't know where to buy the exact same Song poetry. If she had known, she wouldn't have picked up his book. Moreover, she is not familiar with this place. After all, she only comes here occasionally. The most recent time was a year ago.
"There is a bookstore not far ahead. Let's go take a look." Ke Mengnan smiled and said to He Shiling, "It must be exactly the same."
He Shiling remained silent. He had learned nothing about politics. As Marx said, everything is in motion. Are there two identical books on sale? How many people have seen it, how many have forgotten it, and did the story also happen there?
When we stopped in front of the bookstore, the rain was gradually getting heavier outside, and it was no longer as smokey and dreamlike as it was at first.
Entering the store, He Shiling straightened her slightly wet bangs on her forehead and found that the person behind her didn't follow her? !
Turning around, she saw the man with his back to her, adjusting his clothes.
Only then did I realize that he was wearing a blue and white sweater, dark blue jeans, and white sneakers. Against the backdrop of the white rain curtain, the slender figure in blue and white looked a bit pleasing to the eye.
"A handsome and beautiful young man, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind." He Shiling whispered, and then she was shocked by her own words. What was she talking about.
I quickly took a look at the store and found that the bookshelves inside were neatly arranged and the space was spacious enough. A fat old man wearing glasses, like a Maitreya Buddha, was sitting at the large cashier table very seriously. He was holding the book and reading it, as if he hadn't noticed their arrival.
He glanced at Ke Mengnan again and found that he was still arranging his clothes, so he walked over and took two steps, but stopped again.
There were traces of wetness on the back, and the brown woolen coat had water drops dripping down in clusters. His left arm was also wet, with a few drops of rain dripping intermittently, and his hair was also wet.
There is no room for two people in one person's world. But, he used his clothes to protect her from the wind and rain?
"Thank you." He Shiling took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it over. She looked at him. Her clothes were wet. Do you still want to buy this book?
"You're welcome." Ke Mengnan smiled and combed her hair with her hands, hung her clothes on the stand beside the door of the store, took the tissue handed over by He Shiling, shook her hair, wiped the water on her face and hands, and found that, She's staring at him!
Staring at him again! What are you looking at? Is this girl planning to see him make a fool of herself again? He looked around and found nothing unusual. Did he get caught in the rain? Probably not, the clothes are all on her side.
Could it be that he was moved because of the rain? It doesn't look like it, there's no emotion in the eyes, it seems like they are sizing them up, sizing them up?
"What are you looking at? Are you attracted by my handsomeness?" Ke Mengnan came over and whispered in her ear, then laughed and walked away, "Come on, let's go find a book."
handsome? Thinking of the poem just now, He Shiling's face blushed slightly, but it quickly disappeared and she laughed. The action of flipping his hair was indeed a bit handsome. This man is not only a bit handsome, but also a bit narcissistic. He is also a bit behind-the-scenes and doesn't even know when his clothes are wet.
Ke Mengnan, who had taken a few steps, turned around and found that she was still standing there, so he turned back and patted her shoulder lightly, "Why are you so dazed?"
"Your clothes are wet, do you want to deal with it?" He Shiling pointed to his arm, "And...".
"Buy the book first, let's go." Ke Mengnan smiled and twisted her sleeves with her hands. She finally discovered his existence and no longer cared about Song Ci.
Okay, He Shiling nodded, let's buy the book quickly, then looked at the uncle wearing glasses, "Old man,..."
"On the second floor." Before He Shiling could finish her words, she was interrupted by Ke Mengnan, "This way, let's go."
"I want to ask, can you store this for a while?" He Shiling replied, giving the separated pages to Ke Mengnan. She was really smart, "Then you can handle it."
"Where are you going? Uncle Dong, I'll leave this book here for you first." Ke Mengnan put the disassembled pages on the counter and followed the boss before he looked up from the book.
"Where's the book?" He Shiling looked at him and followed him around, but couldn't find the Song poems bound in thread, let alone the exact same ones.
"I'm looking for it." Ke Mengnan also became confused. When he came yesterday afternoon, he found that it was clearly here, in the second column, third frame and fourth frame. Thread-bound version of Song poetry, thread-bound version of Tang poetry, and thread-bound version of the Four Great Classics. Why are none of them gone?
"Are you sure you're on the second floor?" He Shiling looked at Ke Mengnan with some uncertainty, beginning to wonder where his initial certainty came from.
"Well, yesterday I..." Ke Mengnan smiled, "Yes. Yesterday, I heard Xiaoyao say that a new batch of thread-bound books had been brought in here. Let's look for them again."
"Okay." Then let's look for it again. He Shiling responded, walked in the opposite direction, and began to look for the so-called "book he was sure was on the second floor."
After searching for half of the book, she still couldn't find it, but she had an extra book in her hand.
"What book?" Ke Mengnan took it. It was "2001 Miniature Novels Bound Edition". "Do you want to read this too?"
"Yeah?" He evaded the important points and talked about its abilities, which she had learned deeply. He Shiling took the book and said, "Have you found the Song Ci?"
"No." Ke Mengnan smiled awkwardly, where did the book go? He put his left hand in front of his nose to block the thought of sneezing, "I'll go downstairs and ask the boss, and you can look for me again."
"Okay." He Shiling glanced at his watch and walked towards the area where he was just now. It was almost twelve o'clock.
At the entrance of the stairs, Ke Mengnan stopped and looked out the window. Through the rain and fog, he could not see the outside world clearly, but he could clearly hear the sound of rain hitting the eaves. It seemed that this rain would not stop for a while. Stopped.
"Then wait for me to come back." Ke Mengnan turned around and warned her. After seeing her nod, she walked downstairs...
