Two minutes later, Wen Qiuning walked up to Yu Xiangyang with a few books and spread them out, "This is what you want to welcome the great seventies. Which one do you need?"
Yu Xiangyang glanced at it and choked on his prepared words.
His original plan was that no matter which version Wen Qiuning brought, he would always say that it was not this version and that he would find a new one.
But Wen Qiuning brought five editions of the book at once, probably all the editions in the store.
Yu Xiangyang said coldly: "None of these versions are what I want. Find me something else."
Wen Qiuning said apologetically: "Sorry, all the editions in our store are here. You can go to other bookstores to have a look."
Yu Xiangyang's eyes flashed with displeasure, and he said again: "Is there any anthology of Chairman Mao?"
"Yes, which version do you want?"
Yu Xiangyang said: "Bring them all to me."
"alright, please wait."
After a while, Wen Qiuning came over with several books in his hands, "All the versions are here, which one do you want?"
Yu Xiangyang pointed to a book and said, "Find me another copy of Balzac's Patro Goriot."
Wen Qiuning ran to find a book again.
This was repeated seven or eight times, and all the comrades who were traveling with him saw that something was wrong.
While Wen Qiuning was looking for a book, Fan Lei joked: "Brother Yang, it's so unmanly for you to retaliate just because someone ignored you just now!"
Yu Xiangyang glared at him, "I'm serious about buying books!"
There were already two piles of books piled high in front of Yu Xiangyang, both of which he didn't want.
Wen Qiuning ran so many times that she was exhausted and sweating. Her hair on her temples was wet with sweat and stuck to her ears. She still ran around patiently looking for books.
Later, five piles of books were piled high in front of Yu Xiangyang.
Wen Qiuning was panting from running, and from time to time she raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her face with her sleeves.
The comrades couldn't stand it anymore and persuaded Xiangyang one after another.
Yu Xiangyang looked at Wen Qiuning trotting towards him, his face stained with scarlet color, and he was holding some books in his hands.
He couldn't explain why, but he seemed to be even more angry, "That's it, check out!"
Wen Qiuning picked up the seven books chosen by Yu Xiangyang and came to the checkout counter.
She first checked out and collected money from those who bought textbooks. When it was Yu Xiangyang's turn, she calculated and said, "The total is twelve yuan and sixty cents."
Yu Xiangyang said: "Oh, I don't want it anymore!"
Everyone present was stunned for a moment. Wen Qiuning raised his eyes with astonishment in his eyes.
Yu Xiangyang raised his eyebrows and repeated, "I don't want it anymore! Can't you?"
Wen Qiuning lowered his eyes and nodded, "Okay."
When Yu Xiangyang and his party left the bookstore, it was completely dark and the street lights on the roadside were not very bright.
He heard the sound of the door closing and looked back. The door of the bookstore had been closed, but Wen Qiuning was not there.
"Brother Yang, you must have known her a long time ago!" Fan Lei said belatedly, "Otherwise, how did you know that she works in this bookstore?!"
Everyone cheered.
"Brother Yang, you don't like her, do you? I don't see you so petty on weekdays!"
"It turns out Brother Yang likes this type, iceberg beauties!"
"Brother Yang, tell us your story!"
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Yu Xiangyang cursed: Do you like her? ! Impossible in this life!
He wouldn't even consider a divorced woman, let alone someone like her... she might as well be divorced!
But the further I walked, the more irritated I became.
From the moment he walked into the bookstore until he left, Wen Qiuning always maintained a polite tone and patient attitude towards him.
It was impossible for Wen Qiuning not to notice that he was deliberately trying to embarrass her, but she remained calm from beginning to end.
Even when they left, Wen Qiuning stood at the door and bowed and said, "Welcome to visit next time."
When he remembered that he said he didn't want those books and Wen Qiuning lowered his eyes and lowered his head, Yu Xiangyang felt irritated.
He is a grown man, why would he embarrass a woman? !
Isn’t it just that I didn’t help him? If I don’t help, I won’t help. It’s not a big deal!
When he helped her, he never thought of asking her in return. Why should he care about this today? !
Is it easy for a girl to go to school during the day and work part-time after school? He is a man and a soldier. Instead of helping the weak, he goes to make things difficult for others? ! What is this thing called? !
Yu Xiangyang hit himself on the forehead with his fist in annoyance, and his comrades pulled him.
Lou Wujun said in fear: "Did you eat a crazy duck?"
Fan Lei said: "I have only heard that eating a mad cow will make people go crazy, but I have never heard that eating a mad duck will make people go crazy!"
Lou Wujun said: "Maybe this is the first case!"
"Ouch!" Yu Xiangyang imitated a wolf, "I'm going crazy!"
Everyone ran away laughing, "You should quack quack..."
In the bookstore.
Wen Qiuning was busy non-stop. It was not an easy task to sort the books into categories. Yu Xiangyang's interference just now added a lot of workload to her.
When the work ended, it was more than an hour later than usual. She was tired and sat on the floor with her back leaning on the bookshelf.
She had nothing to care about Yu Xiangyang's embarrassment just now.
Since you have done this job, you have to endure the difficulties it brings.
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She thought that maybe Yu Xiangyang helped her last time, and she saw Yu Xiangyang with a little filter.
In fact, all men have the same virtues!
Yu Xiangyang and the others left Beijing the next day and returned to Nancheng.
Wen Qiuning studied with Yu Xiangnian every day and never mentioned that he had met Yu Xiangyang.
To her, Yu Xiangyang is just a stranger.
Another month has passed.
Wu Xiaomin has also been discharged from the hospital and returned to school. Because her right little finger is no longer there, she now hides her hand in her sleeve.
Cheng Jingmo and Yu Xiangyang were notified by their superiors that they had passed the cultural exam and had to go to Beijing again to take the next exam.
The day before departure, Yu Jiashun and Zhao Ruozhu specially asked them to go home for a meal to encourage them.
During the dinner, Zhao Ruozhu said: "I'm so happy for you two! I didn't expect that Xiangyang could pass the exam! Cheng Jingmo, this is all due to you. If you hadn't taken him with you, he would only know how to eat, drink and have fun!"
Yu Jiashun said calmly: "Why are you happy? I just passed the cultural exam. I don't know if I can pass it later."
Zhao Ruozhu rolled his eyes at him and said, "You have passed the cultural exam, and you will have no problem taking the next physical fitness and tactics exams!"
Yu Jiashun said in a deep voice: "Don't be proud, don't underestimate the enemy. There are so many people who want to go to the military academy. When the time comes, no one will use all their strength to strive for good results."
Zhao Ruozhu rolled her eyes at him again, "Don't put any pressure on you two. We all know your abilities. If you perform normally, there will be no problem!"
Yu Jiashun said: "You know their abilities, but you don't know the abilities of others."
Zhao Ruozhu: "..."
Yu Xiangyang said: "How about you two discuss it first and unify the tone?"
