Boss, stay!

With the popularization of the Internet and smart phones, the business of physical bookstores has become increasingly bleak. In addition to cooperating with various colleges and training institutions to order test and study materials, many bookstores have opened up consumer experience services, consumption of drinks and desserts in booths and The sale of novel and cute questions has become the main income, and a row of teachers has been opened up on the second floor, which is leased to various talent training workers for rent.

Bookstores like Wanbang, which are mainly engaged in books, have gradually moved from the upstairs to the downstairs where the rent is cheaper, but the downstairs has the advantages of the downstairs, and the store is large enough.

There are so many kinds of books, Ling Qiu vowed to select them row by row in detail, and in the end she couldn’t avoid it. She took Mr. Yang Jiang’s "The Three of Us". The last book she donated by Ji Kangcheng was Yang Jiang. Mr. "Walking on the Edge of Life".

These books were not so "popular" before. After Mr. Yang Jiang passed away, they became very popular for a while. She had seen them in many bookstores.

Ling Qiu swore that he liked Mr. Yang Jiang's brushstrokes very much. The words written by one person contained her heart and insight. She actually had a copy of "The Three of Us", but she was reluctant to donate it. But the content of this book is good and the meaning OK, fits in.

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Ling Qiu vowed that there was something wrong, turned around the rows of bookshelves, his eyes lingered on the spine of Lin Lang's book, he might as well step on someone else's foot, apologized in a low voice, but felt the familiar atmosphere, looked up, it was Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao laughed softly, "What a coincidence?"

"Ah... yes!" They have an appointment today, but they are not here.

Ling Qiu swore to carry the book behind her back, and looked at the book in Meng Zhao's hand. It was a thin volume with a very simple binding. It was Mr. Lu Xun's "New Stories". She couldn't help smiling and raised her head. With a smile, he nodded his chin behind her, which meant very clearly.

Ling Qiu swore that his face was a little hot, and he dangled the book between his two fingers, panicked: "We have a translation project, I came to buy materials, I picked the book in front of me, and I took one, it should be a good seller Bar."

Meng Zhao became more calm, and he shook the book in front of Ling Qiushi: "I bought it specially, to replace the book you put in."

"Mr. Lu Xun's books are very interesting." She talked about him from left to right, and quickly changed the subject: "Do you still want to buy it?"

"No, you won't be able to chew through too much." Meng Zhao held the thin booklet and asked Ling Qiu, "This one?"

Ling Qiu swore that she was an old school person, she didn't really read electronic books, and went back and forth to the library to borrow those she didn't want to buy, this book was also borrowed, if she could get one, it would be great, she nodded.

I also wanted to be calm, so I followed Meng Zhao's example and slipped the book to Meng Zhao's eyes: "This one?"

Meng Zhao took it and looked around. The books in the bookstore were all in plastic packaging, and he couldn't see why. Ling Qiu vowed to take him to find a sample booklet and hand it to him.

The book is not thick, with a slightly khaki-yellow soft cover, with faint vertical stripes, and three brown words are briefly mentioned—the three of us, and the next line is a regular font, mentioning the name of Mr. Yang Jiang, and then Below is a line of thin characters, indicating the publishing house.

Ling Qiu swore's eyes followed his hand, he was holding the book, facing the pale light in the basement, he saw the hidden secret - the light silver handwriting on the top of the cover, the English letters of Mom (Mom) and Dad (Pap), below A "circle" word.

Mr. Meng knew a little bit that the word "Yuan" was the name of Qian Yuan, the daughter of Mr. Yang Jiang and Mr. Qian Zhongshu. This silver, hidden picture-like text is the best annotation of this book.

When Meng Zhao raised his head, Ling Qiu swore to purse his lips and smile, so gentle.

Meng Zhao is used to reading documents, and he pays attention to efficiency. He briefly scanned the sequence and contents, flipped through them casually, and couldn't help but fix his eyes when he got to the back—"Good things in the world are not firm, but colorful clouds are easy to disperse and glass is brittle."Now I am alone.

Now I'm the only one left!

That is the penultimate paragraph at the end of the main text before the appendix.

When Meng Zhao raised her head, Ling Qiu swore that she didn't care. She wandered around the bookstore and sighed softly, "There are so few people today!"

There are also many people in the bookstore. On weekends, children rush down to buy magazines, or parents lead them to buy information books designated by the teacher. There will be a low noise. Unlike today, there are only ceiling fans above the head. , ten or so lamps, whirring together, there is a sound of wind.

Meng Zhaodao: "Just this one, it's pretty good!"

Put down the sample booklet, go to pay, AA, it is still a sunny day when I go out, it is almost noon, even the shadow of the street tree is huddled under the root of the tree, a short bunch, I don’t know where to go.

Meng Zhao suggested: "Have a meal together."

Ling Qiu swore that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, so he agreed.

Afraid that the meal time would be too noisy, he walked slowly all the way to a secluded place. After the peak meal time, the restaurant was still quiet. The two sat opposite each other. Meng Zhao pointed to the book in his hand: "Don't write a recommendation language?"

For the book-exchanging project of the B&B, it is customary to write recommendations. The first book she put in was the translated version of "To Kill a Mockingbird". He and Mr. Meng became close because of this book-exchanging project. This book was first taken away by Meng Lao. He had no books to exchange, so he put the No. 1 IOU in the bookcase.

Ling Qiu vowed to imitate him, so he gave Ji Yinuo the picture book with an IOU.

When returning the book for Ji Yinuo last time, that book had already been put back by Mr. Meng. After her recommendation card, another recommendation was attached. She saw this person when she was looking at the card of that recommendation. .

It turned out to be the "black face" who spoke to him on someone else's wedding anniversary.

Later, we chatted and walked for a long time in Taeyeon Mountain.

Ling Qiu swore to carry a pen with her, as well as a notebook that was half written. With a sound of tearing, she tore off one of the pages, placed it on the book, and asked, "Just write 'good things in this world are not firm, and colorful clouds are easy to disperse. crisp'?"

It is a consolation that needs no further consolation.

Meng Zhao looked at her carefully, and she followed that gaze, written in black and white, with a single stroke, and added a period at the end, and the waiter served them a cup of soup. She first smiled and thanked, and then met Meng Zhao's gaze. Solemnly said: "I am not her."

Meng Zhao seemed to hesitate for a moment, then smiled, and said while serving soup for the two of them, "Actually, it's not like that, she's not as stupid as you."

It doesn't sound like a compliment, but silly?Simple and honest?then what?Ling Qiu vowed to think carefully.

Meng Zhao put a small bowl in front of her: "She is beautiful and intelligent, with deep thoughts. You...although you are smart, you are a bit naive!"

"Are you saying I'm stupid?" She asked back, before she heard the answer, the phone rang first, it was his son, Ling Qiu swore he paused before answering, the other side was very dissatisfied: "Queen Mother, have you finished your work yet? "

"It's hard to handle, I'm stuck, I won't be able to come for a while, please apologize for me." She lied.

"Okay, you are really my mother-in-law, but Mr. Meng has gone out to do errands and hasn't come back yet, so you don't have to worry... Hey, do you want to help?"

After hanging up the phone, Ling Qiu swore a little embarrassed: "My son is sometimes overzealous."

"Xiao Ji is always good and has a kind heart." Meng Zhao asked thoughtfully, "I just don't know where to start to persuade you, and from which angle to approach it?"