"etc."
Grandma Wang's unhurried voice came from behind.
Tongtong paused, and his big eyes rolled twice in his sockets.
Could it be that Grandma Wang regretted it again?
So is she leaving? Still not leaving?
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 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 had 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 seemed as warm as autumn.
The autumn air is crisp, and a few light and transparent clouds float over the blue sky.
And 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 that if she is not greedy for profit, she must have a long-term vision.
She is not the kind of person who wants to be greedy. Moreover.
Tongtong glanced at Grandma Wang. She would not be inconvenient towards the elderly. 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 at Grandma Wang steadily, 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.
"Yeah." Grandma Wang snorted.
If it wasn't her who shouted, could there be someone else?
Um? What does um mean? Tongtong touched the book in his hand and looked at Grandma Wang who was looking down at the book.
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 say anything, she heard Grandma Wang's unhurried voice.
"The book you picked."
Um? The book she picked?
Tongtong looked down 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 in her heart. This child is so similar to Zhan Yun. Even his expression when he is entangled is the same. Look at the frown between his eyebrows. You can even pronounce the word "sorrow".
Could it be that this child thought that she was asked 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", grab them quickly."
After Grandma Wang finished, she raised her eyebrows slightly and gently turned back another page in the book.
Well, it’s good to read prose. Sure enough, newspapers are much more relaxing.
What? Tongtong, who was lowering his head and thinking, suddenly raised his eyes 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 and stared at Grandma Wang twice, then looked at the thick "The Complete Works of Xi Murong" in her arms, and then at the "Folk Stories" and "Childhood" lying quietly on the bookstall. .
He looked at Grandma Wang again with some uncertainty.
Grandma Wang, what just happened? Let her take "Folk Tales" and "Childhood" with her?
Did she hear it correctly?
Tongtong's eyes fell on the heavy book he was holding. 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 judge a gentleman's heart by his own 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 still stood in front of her, blocking her wind.
"Okay," Tongtong blurted out, then paused, "But, what about you?"
"It's blocking my sunshine." 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, and "Folk Stories" and "Childhood" were picked up and put into the schoolbag that was carried with them, and then the thick "The Complete Works of Xi Murong" was picked up.
Bowed deeply to Grandma Wang: "Grandma Wang, thank you. I'm leaving. I won't stop you from enjoying the sun. I will repay you in the future."
Um? Grandma Wang was startled for a moment, raised her eyebrows slightly, raised her wrinkled eyes, glanced at Tongtong, then lowered her head: "No need."
unnecessary? When Tongtong heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
It turns out that she was wrong again?
Every drop of kindness should be repaid with spring water!
My mother once gave me a peach and repaid me 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 after finishing his words, 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?
Live 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 was wrong?
The ancients said: Everything will be successful if it is forewarned, and it will be ruined if it is not forewarned. Could it be wrong too?
Tongtong suddenly became a little confused and glanced at Grandma Wang, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
Ahem, Grandma Wang was still looking at the book in front of her with peace of mind, not 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 Grandma Wang had some sense.
Confucius or something, if three people are walking together, there must be one who is my teacher.
The class teacher's words naturally made sense, because he was her class teacher and her Chinese teacher.
The ancient sayings also make sense. If they didn’t make sense, they probably wouldn’t 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 later."
"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 making unrealistic returns, it is better to buy again in the future.
Grandma Wang raised her wrinkled eyes, glanced not far away, smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, and lowered her eyes again.
This kid is very smart.
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