After looking around at the rows of books, she read them one by one. She was sure that there was no such thread-bound Song poetry anymore, so she started flipping through the books in her hand.
He Shiling glanced at her watch. It was already 12:15. 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. You must be kidding. Then he checked in front of each row of bookshelves and found that the person was indeed not there.
He, actually, left! He Shiling glanced at the torn pages. Aren't you here to buy a book? All right.
"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 the pages of the book. Hey, he turned over too much and turned back two pages. There are so many people buying Song Ci recently. However, this edition of Song Ci is exquisite, classical and elegant. He read it. I 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, "Have I never 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 back two sets. 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 since she is a Chinese teacher, it is normal to buy a few more copies, just in case Wei Bian needs them. But there were four or five people who asked, and she was the fourth.
It was interesting, and he suddenly became a little curious. Is 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 finished today. The book was not bought and the others left. He Shiling glanced at her watch and then at the rain outside. After hearing the bookstore old man's question, she turned around to see the smiling bookstore owner who looked 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, "Lantern Festival coincides with 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. My old man is 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 setting sun shows the 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 pretty 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’s temperament, bookish temperament! This little girl is great! What do you mean by that word? Life is wrapped in rough cloth, and there is poetry and calligraphy in it.
Xiao Nan, you have good taste. This little girl is very smart and beautiful. Dong Yuexin smiled. This was the first time he saw him and a girl coming to the bookstore. However, 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 worry 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 to the two books in front of him and reached in. In the pocket of his 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 took out a clip from the drawer, clamped the separated pages together, put them into the bag, and then pushed them in front of He Shiling. He shook the hundred-dollar bills under the pages of the book and put them in the drawer. "Someone has already paid for the book for you. This boy is nice. He provides shelter from wind and rain and gives you books. Are you a relative?"
"Ah? Oh, no." He Shiling hesitated for a moment and replied with a smile. When did she have a relative like him? It was such 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. "
do not know? It's him who says he knows him, and he's the one who says he doesn't know him. He Shiling smiled, but now that the person was gone, it was meaningless whether he knew him or not. He glanced at the boss who was smiling like Maitreya Buddha, pushed the bag over, and smiled politely, "Well, old man, no. 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 when he comes back or next time, please give it to him." He Shiling smiled. They should know each other. Just now I heard Ke Mengnan calling him "Dong" very familiarly when he came in. uncle.
"Oh, I've met a few times. "Dong Yuexin laughed and narrowed his eyes. "I'm not familiar with him either. "
"Oh, thank you." Not familiar? Well, He Shiling lowered her head and smiled. It seemed that he was not very popular. She took the bag with the books, said goodbye to the bookstore owner, and was about 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 only Seeing her, he smiled lightly, 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 her left pocket again, and then ask him a few more questions, about money or Xiaonan, but in the end, nothing happened. The little girl glanced at him, still with the same smile and quiet expression, and her clear voice sounded unhurriedly, "I know, thank you, old man, bye."
ah? Just like that, 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.
