Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 584 - The Most Romantic Thing
Grandma Wang stopped talking again?

Tongtong couldn't help being stunned again. She told Grandma Wang just now that she had brought 26 yuan.

Could it be, is it really not enough?
Holding the thick copy of "The Complete Works of Xi Murong", Tong Tong looked at Grandma Wang, and then moved her gaze to the selected copies of "Folk Tales" and "Children's Era".

Farewell, Folk Tales!Farewell, Childhood!I can't take you home again today.

A little disappointment slipped through my heart, and when I glanced at the "Complete Works of Xi Murong" in my hand, I couldn't help but chuckled again.

It is said that you can't have both fish and bear's paw.

Her focus today is to take away the book she is holding now.

Tongtong raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at the silent Grandma Wang, opened her mouth, and heard Grandma Wang's unhurried voice before she could speak.

"Turn to the bottom of the book to see the price yourself."

Ok?Tongtong was startled for a moment, and instantly understood.

Yes.She almost forgot.

It's not like she's here to hunt for old books, just look at the bottom of the book and you'll know.

If you care about it, you will be in chaos, what a fool you are!
Tong Tong scolded herself in the bottom of her heart, turned over the thick "Complete Works of Xi Murong", and couldn't help but gasped.

"What's wrong?" Grandma Wang raised her wrinkled eyelids and glanced at Tongtong.

Could it be that she guessed right, a bit expensive?
She was careless for a while, and she just forgot to take a look first.

The corners of Tongtong's mouth twitched, eyes blinked, and he touched the book again with some reluctance, and looked at Grandma Wang: "The price of this book is 28 yuan."

28 yuan?

She only has 26 yuan in total, which is the pocket money she has saved for nearly two years.

A book of folk tales is only one yuan, and a book of childhood is only one yuan.

This book, the complete works, is actually 28 yuan?
Tongtong turned the book to the last page, 550 eight!

Books cannot be read without borrowing, so this is the understanding!

Tongtong blinked his eyes hesitantly, how about borrowing some more money from his mother tomorrow?
However, her New Year's gift money is only five yuan, and her tuition fee for one semester is only 15 yuan. At the end of the semester, she has returned two yuan. How can she talk to her mother?

Tongtong suddenly felt heartbroken.

28 yuan?Grandma Wang couldn't help but frowned, what about the sky-high price book?
Bullshit!

Grandma Wang raised her wrinkled eyelids to look at Tongtong, and what caught her sight was the disappointment and entanglement on her face that had never been concealed.

Grandma Wang hesitated for a moment, turned her head and bent down, touched the orange book from the bookcase, her fingers slipped on the big line of "The Complete Works of Xi Murong", opened the book, and flipped through it.

This is not a hardcover book, hehe, forget it, give it to her at eighteen.

Look at embarrassing the child.Otherwise, give her a few books.

Grandma Wang closed the book, put it in the bookcase, coughed twice, and looked at Tongtong.

Hearing the sound, Tongtong looked at Grandma Wang, struggled a bit, and handed over the book in her hand.

She'd better buy it next year, it's a big deal, and then ask the class teacher to borrow it if she has the cheek.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the bookcase at Grandma Wang's feet and the green writing in the bookcase, and Tongtong's eyes couldn't help but light up again.

In fact, she just wants to learn Xi Murong's poems. As for prose, she only writes a diary now.

She can buy the separate green written poetry collection first.

Tongtong couldn't help pursing her lips, so 26 yuan must be enough.

Thinking in my heart, before I could move my eyes away from the green writing, Grandma Wang's unhurried voice came to my ears again.

"Books are a bit expensive."

Well, Tongtong turned her eyes away upon hearing the sound, Grandma Wang really can hit people.

This book is expensive!

But now, she's changed her mind, and she's going to buy the one she can afford.

"So," Grandma Wang paused, "Some books are actually unnecessary to buy."

Hehe, Tongtong felt a little uncomfortable in an instant. Did Grandma Wang do this on purpose?

I usually don't like to talk!

It turned out that Grandma Wang's words were too shocking.

Tongtong couldn't help curling her lips, glanced at Grandma Wang, and lowered her eyes to look at the green book of Xi Murong's poems.

Could it be that the collection of poems is also 28 yuan?
"Actually, at your age." Grandma Wang shifted her gaze and glanced at "Folk Tales" and "Children's Era" on the bookstall. "It's more suitable for reading some children's books."

Tongtong squinted at Grandma Wang, and followed her gaze towards the bookstall.

Why does she have to read only children's books like most of her peers?

No wonder, her mother told her that most people are doomed to live an ordinary life, because they lack their own opinions, and they only follow their own will or agree with those around them.

Tongtong couldn't help but sighed a little in his heart, no wonder, at such an age, Grandma Wang is still sitting here selling books.

She doesn't have a grandma anymore. If she had a mother, her mother would definitely not let her come out to make money at such an old age.

She will be fine too!In the future, when her mother is old, she will accompany her to see the mountains and rivers, instead of letting her be like Grandma Wang, who is exposed to the wind and the sun, rain and thunder, and sits here every day to sell books.

Good work!
Tong Tong looked at Grandma Wang, with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

She'd better buy that green poetry book, and give Grandma Wang a little more income today.

If it is still 28 yuan, then she, Tongtong couldn't help but look at the thick "Complete Works of Xi Murong" in her hand again, then she can only go to the head teacher to borrow the book again.

Tongtong blinked her eyes, and slid her fingers over the five big characters on the orange paper. When she slid to the third time, she slightly raised her eyebrows, and handed the book to Grandma Wang.

"But there are some things that need to be cultivated in advance."

Grandma Wang's unhurried voice suddenly came again.

Ok?Tong Tong held out her hand, paused for a moment, then retracted her hand, and put the book on the bookstall beside her.

Grandma Wang, this is, is there something in the words?

"For example, sense of language." Grandma Wang glanced at the "Complete Works of Xi Murong" that had fallen on the bookstall. "You can accumulate it only by reading more books, especially books by famous authors."

A famous book?Tongtong glanced at the book that had just been put down, feeling a trace of regret in her heart.

It is indeed famous, but it is too expensive, and she can't afford it.

"For example, writing." Grandma Wang glanced at Tongtong, pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of her nose, "Look more, read more, learn more, and practice more."

Say it like it's true.Tongtong rolled her eyes at Grandma Wang.

"Take all these books."

What?Tongtong couldn't help turning her head to look at Grandma Wang.

Did she hear it right?

"Take all the books you picked." Grandma Wang turned a page of the book in her hand, "Keep 26 yuan."

ah? 26 yuan to stay?
Tongtong was stunned for a moment, then laughed instantly, took the thick "Complete Works of Xi Murong", hugged it in her arms, turned around and was about to leave.

(End of this chapter)