Quick Wear: Crazy Fox Calm Tree

By the time they had packed up all their things, the sky outside had darkened just as the village chief had said. Looking at the dark sky outside, the boys who had originally planned to look for their companions stopped.

"It's dark now, let's go tomorrow! Snakes, insects, rats and ants are all out at night. If you go now, you might accidentally step on them." Zhang Mingming said as he took out some food from the kitchen and put it on the table.

"Did you make these? That's amazing!" Looking at the two dishes and one soup on the table, the boy with glasses was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Zhang Mingming could cook, and he seemed to be very good at it.

"No, I can only cook noodles. These are left by my grandfather. I am not very good at cooking. Can you cook?" Zhang Mingming waved his hands shyly. If he really had this skill, it would be amazing!

"I can only cook instant noodles." The boy with glasses said dryly.

The two looked at each other, both a little embarrassed.

"In that case, what should we do for tomorrow's meal? There shouldn't be anyone selling food in the village, right?" Or should we go find other people to eat with?

After thinking about the friends who were staying at other people's homes, the boy with glasses wondered who to look for.

Of course, his two brothers can't do it. The boy in front of him can't cook, and his companion may not be able to cook either. It would be more reliable to go to those two girls. Two sisters live together, so there should be one who can cook.

"It's true that there's no food for sale in the village, but grandpa has already made arrangements. We just need to go to Grandma Wang's house next door to get some tomorrow. If that doesn't work, we can go and have a meal with them tomorrow. He can cook." Zhang Mingming said without worry. After all, he wouldn't be hungry in the village.

The boy with glasses nodded and said nothing more.

After dinner, it was still early, only 7 o'clock in the evening. Both of them couldn't sleep, so they just sat in the yard and did their own things.

Zhang Mingming sat in the yard with an old album in his hand, reading it with great interest, flipping through it from time to time, and seemingly drawing something on the ground.

The boy with glasses next to him looked very suffocated. He hesitated for a long time and finally couldn't help but ask.

"You like watching this?"

"Yes, this painting is so beautiful!" Zhang Mingming nodded and looked at the album in his hand with eyes full of love.

"Do you like painting?" the boy with glasses continued to ask without giving up.

Zhang Mingming shook his head.

"No, I'm not interested in painting."

After listening to Zhang Mingming's words, the boy with glasses' face became even uglier. Looking at Zhang Mingming who was reading the picture album with relish, he simply hid in the house without having to see him.

Zhang Mingming seemed to have noticed something, and turned to the boy and said, "Do you want to read a book? There are many books in grandpa's room."

The boy with glasses paused for a moment, not knowing whether he should believe him. After all, the book in his hand was not very good. Who knew what the books in the village chief's house were like?

But in the end the boy couldn't help it, pushed open the door and walked into the village chief's house, but when he saw the scene inside the house, the boy immediately widened his eyes.

The village chief's house is very clean, but it is not as youthful as Zhang Mingming's room. Instead, it has an ancient flavor, but it also has its own unique flavor.

What surprised the boy with glasses was not the decoration of the house, but the cabinet full of books.

Walking forward quickly, the boy carefully stroked the yellowed books with an eager look in his eyes.

I carefully took out a book and flipped through it. Sure enough, it was the book I was thinking of. It had a strong scent of ink and books. From time to time, I could see a worm hole on the yellowed pages, proving the authenticity of the book.

He carefully turned the pages of the book, and after reading for a long time, the boy woke up and looked at the other books on the cabinet. At this time, in addition to eagerness and joy, there was also deep doubt in his eyes.

Since there are so many ancient books here, some of which are rare copies, why does Zhang Mingming choose to look at picture albums instead of these books?

The book in his hand has been lost for many years. You may not be able to buy it even if you have money. Where did the village chief get it from?

But when he thought about this isolated village, the boy dispelled his doubts and found a reason.

The reason why the books outside were lost was mainly due to war and other reasons. This village is isolated from the world and I think no one has come here for a long time, so naturally it would not experience these things.

Besides, things in the village have always been passed down from generation to generation. If you look carefully, you may find bowls and chopsticks used hundreds of years ago! A book from decades ago is nothing.

Just when the boy wanted to ask Zhang Mingming to borrow the book to read, he suddenly noticed that something under the table looked familiar.

He walked over quickly and took a look, and saw that the book under the table was the one he had been very interested in and even brought with him for the trip!

Although this book was not his, it was the same book. However, the book that he had cherished so much was just used as a footrest by someone else. This scene made the boy furious. He picked up the book from the foot and wanted to go out and argue with Zhang Mingming.

But halfway through the walk, he calmed down, looked at the book in his hand, and then looked at Zhang Mingming who was outside and had no knowledge. In the end, the boy didn't say anything, but just put the book in his hand back on the bookshelf.

The next morning, when the two were having dinner, the boy with glasses said while eating the bun in his hand.

“I took out the books that were used as table legs in the village chief’s house and put them on the bookshelf, and I put other things underneath.

After all, books are meant to be read, so even if you don’t like them, it’s not a good idea to use them as table legs.”

"Which one are you talking about? I would have forgotten it if you hadn't told me. If you like it, take it! That book is of no use anyway." Zhang Mingming thought about it and said casually with sudden enlightenment.

The boy with glasses clenched the chopsticks in his hand, his face looked a little ugly for a moment. He glanced at Zhang Mingming, who was still eating opposite him and fiddling with the picture album in his hand from time to time.

The boy gritted his teeth, and finally took a bite of the bun angrily. After quickly finishing his breakfast, he went out to find other people.

He really didn't want to get along with the person in front of him anymore. If he continued to get along with him, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and hit him!

Zhang Mingming looked at the other person's departing back, with a hint of disgust and confusion in his eyes.

"Why are you so crazy so early in the morning? You are such a weirdo. It seems like you have been sick since yesterday!"