Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1261: Encounter (Part ) - Dizziness

Jingyun City, next to the No. 4 bus station, an ancient bookstore.

"Boss, do you have wired-bound Tang and Song poems?" Zheng Yifan walked around and finally couldn't help but walked over to the counter. He looked at the old man wearing glasses reading a book at the counter and asked, "The kind with illustrations, not pure text."

"We have thread-bound ones," the shop owner answered slowly without even looking up, "and we also have ones with illustrations. We don't have thread-bound ones with illustrations. We have a line-bound version with illustrations in the middle of the cover. Do you want one?"

Zheng Yifan's face flashed with joy. A line-drawn cover? Wouldn't that mean it was pirated? Did he look like someone who would buy pirated books?

Didn't the shop owner underestimate him?
"No." Zheng Yifan said firmly, "I want a real thread-bound book with illustrations, bound in cotton thread."

The shop owner raised his head from the book in front of him, glanced at him and then fell back to the book in front of him: "No."

Zheng Yifan put his hands in his pockets, looked around, turned and walked towards the door.

No wonder I couldn’t find it after looking around, it turns out there really isn’t one!
The owner of this shop really doesn't know how to do business. He really wastes customers' time. He should just say that there is no product.

"Young man, don't be too greedy," the shop owner's slow voice came from behind, "focus on the important points."

Hey, how could he be greedy? Zheng Yifan turned and looked at the shop owner. He just wanted to buy the same Song poetry that Geng Xinyu liked. How come he didn't get the point?

"I just want to buy a hardcover copy of Song poetry with illustrations." Zheng Yifan said with a smile, "It should be a Song poetry bound in real thread."

"Whether it's bound in real thread or painted in a good way, isn't it all Song poetry?" The shop owner looked at Zheng Yifan from above his glasses. "As long as the content is the same, why should we care which version it is?"

Zheng Yifan smiled but said nothing.

"Are you buying this for yourself or as a gift?" The shop owner looked Zheng Yifan up and down. "A sunny guy like you wouldn't buy this for yourself. Are you buying this as a gift?"

Zheng Yifan smiled and looked at the shop owner who was trying to find something to say: "Give it away."

Is he preparing to promote his book? He wanted to see how this boss would promote it.

"Yeah, that's right," the shop owner smiled and raised his hand to touch his almost invisible beard, "Since it's a gift, then the value lies in the gift. You don't need to care too much about which version it is."

Zheng Yifan's smile deepened a little when he heard this.

No need to worry? No need to worry! He didn’t even have time to eat lunch and went around looking for bookstores to ask?!

You don’t have to go to the small bookstore opposite the school to know that there is no such thing. There are plenty of youth campus storybooks there.

There are three bookstores on the street near the gate of Jingyun Normal University. He looked around but couldn't find any. The shop owner kindly told him that there are many bookstores between the second to last stop and the last stop of bus No. 4, and he could go and have a look.

He spent another fifty minutes, taking bus 19 and then changing to bus 4. As soon as he got off the bus, he saw the rather large "Ancient Bookstore".

I looked around but didn't see it!
I thought I didn't find it, but look, look what the store owner said!

Don't care about the version?
The smile on Zheng Yifan's face faded slightly: "Then what do you care about?"

"It's about giving," the shop owner said with a smile, "giving once and giving twice have different meanings."

Zheng Yifan laughed. This old man who was talking nonsense was such a fool!

Giving a book that Geng Xinyu didn't want, he still has a second chance to give her a book?! What a joke!
"If we deliver it to the right place at once, will there be a chance to contact each other again in the future?" The shop owner looked at Zheng Yifan deeply, "Young man, don't you think this makes sense? Books are best not given as gifts. If you want to borrow them, you should borrow and return them once. That's an excuse for two contacts, don't you think?" Zheng Yifan paused for a moment.

"You look quite smart, how come you don't understand this?" the shop owner said, shaking his head. "You haven't read enough books, no wonder you don't understand. Young man, you should read more books. Just thinking about pleasing girls without using your brain will backfire."

After saying that, he lowered his head and continued to read the book in front of him.

Zheng Yifan was stunned. This old man with perverse ideas actually laughed at him!
When did he want to please girls? He just thought that if he couldn't get the hardcover Song poetry from his uncle's house, he would have a second plan so as not to break his promise!

How did I become a laughing stock in the eyes of others?

This is really unreasonable!

Zheng Yifan took a step forward, and the next second, turned around and walked out of the bookstore.

He was a confused old man who spoke a lot of nonsense. Why should I bother with him? Arguing with him would only make me more embarrassed. He came to buy books, not to quarrel.

In the warm sunshine, Zheng Yifan stood on the side of the road, looked around, and walked towards another bookstore on the right.

Half an hour later, Zheng Yifan returned to the opposite side of the antique bookstore, leaned against the platform railing, and waited for the arrival of bus No. 5.

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It was a wasted trip as I didn’t find the exact same thread-bound edition of the Song Dynasty poetry!
I can only go to my uncle's house next week to get it.

Looking at the ancient bookstore across the street where people occasionally went in and quickly came out, Zheng Yifan suddenly remembered the words of the store owner.

What would happen if he just picked a book of Song Dynasty poetry and gave it to her?
The next second, he rejected the idea that had just popped up in his mind.

He is not a man who goes back on his word!
Thinking of the joy that flashed across Geng Xinyu's face when she heard him say that she had the same Song Dynasty poem, he glanced at the bookstore opposite, smiled slightly, and looked away.

Of course, you should give her something she likes!

The shop owner has lived to an old age and still doesn't understand the truth of life, yet he still has the nerve to teach him tricks. What an idiot.

I will never patronize this store again!
The No. 5 bus slowly stopped at the station, and Zheng Yifan got on briskly. It was now :, a -minute ride. After getting off the bus, there were still minutes, just enough time for lunch.

Arrived?
Geng Xinyu closed the book in her hand, looked out of the car window, and saw the name of a store prominently displayed between the second and third floors diagonally across the street - "Red Boy Taekwondo Hall".

Standing at the No. 5 bus stop, Geng Xinyu, waiting for the traffic light, looked up at the bright sun above her head.

The warm sun makes people feel warm.

At the end of the last class during the winter vacation, Coach Yu told her that if her schoolwork was tight, she could come back during the summer vacation and practice for another month, so that she could take the black belt exam in August.

She nodded.

That was her original plan, but, alas, an unexpected fight a few days ago made her change her mind, and she decided to do it once a month as usual!
So as to avoid getting rusty (and venting your unhappy emotions)!
The green light came on, and Geng Xinyu walked leisurely across the street.

At 2:45 in the afternoon, Geng Xinyu stood at the side of the road, looked up at the sun which was half blocked by the building, turned around and walked towards the bus stop 20 meters to the north.

Zheng Yifan stumbled as he walked out of the snack bar. Was he dazzled? Did he see Geng Xinyu? Why was she here?