"Are you rich?" Grandma Wang raised her eyes and looked at Tongtong.
"Yes!" Tongtong immediately took out the two cloth heads from his schoolbag and flashed them in front of Grandma Wang. "This big one has twenty yuan in it. It should be enough. The other one can buy these books."
After Tongtong finished, he pushed the "Folk Stories" and "Childhood Times" in front of Grandma Wang.
It turns out that Grandma Wang is worried that she has no money!
Tongtong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, his eyes slipped past Grandma Wang's gaze and looked towards the two cloth heads.
She came prepared!
Huh? Tongtong suddenly thought of something, and his eyes fell on those "Folk Stories" and "Childhood" again.
When she returned the book just now, she forgot to ask her class teacher when she bought the book and whether the price had increased?
Tongtong couldn't help but blinked, his eyes moved to the cloth bag again, and he made a decision in his heart.
Today I mainly came here to buy "The Complete Works of Xi Murong".
At worst, she would just make do with it and buy a few less copies of "Folk Tales" and "Childhood", or buy them next time.
That's it.
Tongtong raised his hand to grab the long ponytail on the back of his head, raised his head and looked at Grandma Wang.
Such a firm gaze! Grandma Wang pursed her lips, what was the child thinking just now?
She knew this child. She remembered it from the first time she brought her father to buy books three years ago.
Tong Shuai, that’s a handsome guy!
The point is, this child's mother Zhan Yun, she knows, oh no, to be exact, she grew up watching her.
It didn't seem right, she just watched Zhan Yun's birth, and when he grew up, Grandma Wang looked at Tongtong. When she saw that the child was this age, she transferred him, first to teach in the middle school of Yunling County.
Another five years later, she was transferred to the Middle School Affiliated to Jingyun No. 1 Middle School, and then to Jingyun No. 1 Middle School, and then...
Ahem, Grandma Wang blinked her wrinkled and somewhat sunken eyes, wondering what she was thinking about.
As a person who is about to die at the age of seventy, she always thinks of those old things from time to time.
Aren’t we all so forgetful as we get older?
But I always find that my memory is getting better and better.
A fallen leaf, a floating cloud, a wisp of breeze, a blue sky, and a familiar face would always inadvertently bring back memories deep in her heart.
Grandma Wang glanced at Tongtong. The child looked very much like Zhan Yun.
They even have the same hobbies, they both like reading books.
I just don’t know if when I grow up, I will be like Zhan Yun, who suddenly changes from a polite girl to a master of arts.
Fifteen years ago, when she returned here due to the "turbulent incident", she was surprised to find that Zhan Yun's style of painting had changed drastically.
Now and then, a good young man studying in college has been delayed.
Zhan Yun was not the only one who was delayed.
Grandma Wang couldn't help but sigh heavily in her heart. Fortunately, the guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes was pretty good.
More than ten years have passed and everything is slowly getting better.
I just hope that their future will get better and better, and that they will not have to go through what they have experienced before.
Grandma Wang raised her eyes and looked at Tongtong. Now, Zhan Yun's children are so old.
And she is already old.
Grandma Wang blinked her wrinkled and sunken eyes and looked at Tongtong.
Why is Grandma Wang still staring at her? Don't even get her a book!
Tongtong blinked thoughtfully. No matter what, she had decided to buy the book today.
"Grandma Wang," Tongtong called softly, leaning closer to Grandma Wang, "Where's the book?"
Book? Oh, books! Grandma Wang lowered her wrinkled eyes, bent slightly, reached into the book box under the stall, took out a thick copy of "The Complete Works of Xi Murong", and handed it to Tongtong.
Book? Tongtong's eyes lit up and he reached for it. Hey, the color was wrong.
"Grandma Wang must have picked up the wrong one." Tongtong Dingqing took a look, haha, "Xi Murong's Poetry Collection"!
"Huh?" Grandma Wang raised her wrinkled eyes, glanced at Tongtong, and then looked at the book in Tongtong's hand.
Although her eyesight is old, she has not become dim. She is still sharp-sighted.
She could clearly see the three words "Xi Murong" in such big words.
Grandma Wang glanced at the book in Tongtong's hand disapprovingly, and slightly raised her wrinkled eyes.
Um? Xi Murong's poetry collection?
Grandma Wang blinked and took another careful look. The three characters Xi Murong were written clearly on the green cover.
Did you really get it wrong?
Ahem, okay!
It is her consistent style to correct her mistakes when she realizes they are wrong.
Grandma Wang glanced at Tongtong and raised her hand to wave to Tongtong.
Tongtong immediately handed over the book.
"Xi Murong's Poetry Collection"!
Grandma Wang lowered her pleated eyes and carefully read the title of the book and the color of the book cover. She calmly put the book on the bookshelf, bent down and looked into the book box.
The green one is a collection of poems! So, this purple one should be the complete collection.
Grandma Wang picked up a book and was about to hand it to Tongtong. After thinking about it, she stopped and took a closer look at it. Ahem, she picked up the wrong book again.
It's actually "Xi Murong's Prose Collection"!
Lao Sun deserves a beating. He actually put these two books in the same place. Does he not know how to classify them?
Grandma Wang put the book on her lap, took the reading glasses and put them on her eyes. After thinking for a while, she took them off again.
She is presbyopic but not short-sighted.
The green one is not, the purple one is not, but what about this orange one?
Grandma Wang looked into the box, flipping through it again and again. Are there three colors in total? !
If you have a collection of poems and a collection of prose, then this third color must be the complete collection.
Grandma Wang picked up the orange book from the bookcase, held it in front of her and read it, "The Complete Works of Xi Murong"!
It's right this time!
Grandma Wang glanced at the title of the book on the orange cover again, and handed the book to Tongtong.
He conveniently put the purple Xi Murong on his lap into the book box.
"Thank you, Grandma Wang."
Tongtong took the book with a smile in his eyes, and gently slid his fingers across the five large characters on the orange cover: The Complete Works of Xi Murong.
Great, I finally bought it.
Tongtong held a thick copy of "The Complete Works of Xi Murong" and pointed to the books on the bookstall. She picked out "Folk Stories" and "Childhood" and said with a smile: "Grandma Wang, how much is the total?"
How much? Grandma Wang paused when she reached out for her reading glasses. She didn't even look at them. How did she know how much they cost?
Grandma Wang glanced at the two very different cloth bags on the bookstall.
If the money was not much, it was a big deal, so she would just make do with it and give the child a discount.
You can’t let a few dollars dampen a child’s enthusiasm for studying!
After all, she too, ahem, used to be an educator.
Besides, she doesn't sell books to make money, it's purely to pass the time.
But from now on, she had to read less of this newspaper. The words were so big that her eyes almost went dizzy.
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