Dimensional Bookstore

Liang Meiru got out of the car and looked up at the signboard: Kaiming Bookstore.

Yes, this is it.

She picked up the small bag and walked into the store. She casually glanced at the decorations in the store and nodded secretly. It looks clean, bright, neat and generous, and the most important thing is that there are many books. No wonder the "talented" Wang Shuman, who has always set her sights on the top, can set foot in such a place.

Seeing her come in, the boss sitting in front of the counter stood up quickly.

He was wearing a long robe, with fair skin and clear eyes. He had the gentleness of a scholar that made people fall in love with him at first sight.

Liang Meiru secretly marveled at her boss's good looks, but she didn't show it at all on her face. She raised her chin slightly and said with a hint of imperceptible dignity: "Boss, I want a copy of "The Legend of Wukong"."

The young man replied apologetically: "Sorry, "The Legend of Wukong" has been sold out."

This answer obviously exceeded Liang Meiru's expectations.

During afternoon tea, Wang Shuman brought "The Legend of Wukong". It was called to share his recent new book, but in fact it was to show off his depth and content. Others naturally heard the elegant meaning of Xiange and began to praise Wang Shuman as a talented woman and knowledgeable. Liang Meiru didn't say anything, but felt angry in her heart.

Isn't it just "The Legend of Wukong"? She would like to see how beautiful this book is! So as soon as the tea party ended, she came here to kill her.

Although she was disappointed, she still maintained her proper demeanor and asked, "When will the new book arrive?"

The young man smiled: "That's not certain." He suggested: "We have other books here, you can read them."

"Why can't you tell me for sure?" Liang Meiru's expression was filled with inadvertent dignity, "Where did you buy the book? Tell me and I'll buy it!"

"Sorry, this is a business secret, no comment."

Liang Meiru was stunned. She didn't expect that she would hit a snag with this seemingly gentle boss. Although she was unhappy in her heart, when she thought of Wang Shuman's proud face, she lowered her body and said softly: "You tell me quietly, I promise not to tell anyone else!"

Le Jing sighed and could only say: "Soon, this book will be available in China. You can go to China to buy it then."

Liang Meiru stared at Le Jing for a few seconds and reluctantly accepted this explanation. But she was not willing to let her go home empty-handed, so she asked: "Boss, do you have any other good books here?"

"I have too many good books here. I don't know which one you want?"

Liang Meiru said categorically: "It is a literary book with more connotation and depth than "The Legend of Wukong"!"

How many books does Wang Shuman take every day to show off that he is a talented woman? Isn't it just that her father is rich and her ancestors have produced Jinshi, so there are a lot of people praising her for her bad feet. She is not inferior to her in terms of family background, and she has also attended a girls' school for many years. Why should she be ridiculed by them for being the daughter of a nouveau riche?

At the next tea party, she must bring out a book as big as "The Legend of Wukong"! Then let’s see how Wang Shuman can still claim to be a talented woman!

However, in response to her request, the young man's eyes were a little helpless, "Sorry, this condition is too broad. I can tell you hundreds of different books in one breath."

Liang Meiru was stunned. Are there so many books?

Then... "I want the best one among them!"

Le Jing looked at this rich lady and didn't know how to explain to her the so-called Wen Wu No. 1.

Moreover, the so-called "good-looking" itself varies from person to person, and there is no unified standard.

He figured it out. This lady didn’t buy the book just to read it. In the words of later generations, she just bought it to show off.

For this kind of customer, Le Jing said with a smile: "I think Faust, Anna Karenina, War and Peace, For Whom the Bell Tolls and One Hundred Years of Solitude are all in line with your preferences. Require."

If the lady looked a little more "gloomy", he would recommend books such as Osamu Dazai's "Disqualification in the World" and "The Standard Bearer of the Twentieth Century".

Liang Meiru blinked, these books sounded very powerful. So this young lady from a wealthy family raised her chin and said cheerfully: "I want all these books!"

Le Jing nodded to Keynes. Keynes shuttled between the bookcases and soon walked towards Le Jing with a tall stack of books in his arms.

Seeing these "tomes", Liang Meiru's eyes immediately lit up. These books look much thicker than "The Legend of Wukong"! She was even more satisfied when she looked at the author's names - they were all foreign names! And the names are very long!

These books are much more prestigious when taken out than "The Legend of Wukong"!

Miss Liang asked in a good mood: "How much?"

Lejing quoted a price that was ten times higher than the set price without blinking an eye.

As expected, the wealthy man settled the bill readily.

It would be great if there were more rich people like this, Le Jing thought with a smile as he counted the money, so that he could donate more money to the domestic anti-Japanese war this month.

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Not long after the wealthy man left, Lin Qiaosheng came in dejected.

Ever since he bought the book at Lejing, the two of them gradually became familiar with each other. Seeing his appearance, Le Jing asked, "You don't look well. What's wrong?"

Lin Qiaosheng lowered his head, stared at the counter with dull eyes, and replied distractedly: "Zian has returned to China."

Le Jing was not particularly surprised.

He had met Lin Zian several times before, and at that time he had already expressed the idea of ​​returning to the country to fight the war. So he replied calmly: "This is his choice. As friends, we can only wish him peace."

Lin Qiaosheng didn't seem to hear Le Jing's words. He looked like an eggplant beaten by frost, and his voice sounded particularly weak and weak: "Zi'an is different from me. His parents have passed away, and he has no brothers or sisters. Without getting married and leaving any offspring, if he dies, their family will be completely extinct. "

Le Jing opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

And Lin Qiaosheng's narration continued: "I persuaded him, I asked him, can you be worthy of your dead parents? But he said..." He covered his face, and two lines of tears fell from his cheeks, "The country They are all going to die. He is living in hiding in Malaysia and is bringing shame to his parents.”

"He also said..." He was hoarse and his voice was trembling. "The war will definitely be won, but he must be dead by then. He told me not to look for him. His body was wrapped in horse leather and his bones were buried in the green mountains. It’s the best ending he could imagine.”

"He told me that I didn't have to look for him! He told me that I didn't have to look for him?" He suddenly looked up at Le Jing, his eyes were red, and he clasped his right hand hard on his heart, tears streaming down his face, "He is dead, and I am The only one who remembers him, how can I not look for him? "

Le Jing was speechless, he patted his shoulder, not knowing what to say.

He suddenly remembered a passage recorded by later generations: At the end of the Anti-Japanese War, an American reporter stopped a soldier rushing to the front line. It was this soldier's childlike face that caught the attention of American reporters.

An American reporter asked: How old are you? The soldier replied: 16 years old.

Reporter asked: Do you miss your family? The soldier said: They are already dead.

The reporter was silent for a while: Do you think China can win?

The soldiers were categorical: China will definitely win.

Reporter asked: What are you going to do after China wins? Marry a wife and have children?

The soldier smiled: I was already dead by then. ①

No one knows the name of the 16-year-old boy or where he is from. No one knows his past or future.

What remains in the history books are only the shocking number of deaths, and only the victory or defeat of each battle.

Then came the victory in 1945. But they can no longer see it.

In four years, it will be a new era.

And those tens of millions of corpses, together with that painful and dark era, will be buried forever in the sea of ​​clouds of history and in the memory of the nation's humiliation.

They came into this world in humiliation and then died in humiliation. They never know how confident and proud the Chinese people will be in the future.

Le Jing said: "I remember."

Lin Qiaosheng was stunned: "What?"

"I remember his name was Lin Zian. What kind of person he was." The sadness in the young man's eyes shone, "I will remember him forever."

Perhaps, he came to this era just to witness.

Witness how desperate this nation was, how brave, strong, loyal, and persistent its people were, and how this great country stumbled back to its feet after being knocked down.

Lin Qiaosheng was silent for a moment and suddenly asked: "Do you look down on me?"

Le Jing was surprised: "Why do you say that? How could I look down on you?"

"Because I also look down on myself." Lin Qiaosheng lowered his eyes, with a look of painful struggle on his face, "The country is in danger, I am hiding in Malaysia and living an elusive life, and I am preventing Zian from returning to the country. I am a cowardly person. . I simply can’t be called a man!”

Le Jing was silent for a moment, then lifted Lin Qiaosheng's head, looked into his eyes seriously, and said firmly: "There are many ways to be patriotic. Fighting for the country is patriotic, and donating money to the country is patriotic. They are both. There is no distinction between patriotism and patriotism. You don’t have to feel ashamed or guilty.”

"I know your good intentions." Lin Qiaosheng looked away and said with a wry smile: "You don't need to comfort me. I am not as brave as Zian. There is no doubt about this."

Seeing that he was in over his head, Le Jing did not try to dissuade him. He just asked, "Are you willing to do me a favor?"

"What?"

"I heard that your boss has an old relationship with Mr. Tan Kah Kee. Could you please introduce me to Mr. Tan Kah Kee?"

Tan Kah Kee, who later became the famous Chairman of the Overseas Chinese Association of South Korea, served the country and the people throughout his life and was a great patriot.

Lin Qiaosheng looked at Le Jing in surprise: "What do you want from Mr. Chen? With all due respect, Mr. Chen is busy with his affairs and highly respected. Even if my boss intercedes, ordinary people will not be able to see him, and..."

He didn't say anything, but Le Jing understood what he meant. He was just working as a cashier for his boss, and he didn't have enough dignity for his boss to intercede with Le Jing and use his connections.

Le Jingzhengrong said: "I have something to give to Mr. Tan Kah Kee. This matter is related to the national sports and national destiny, and I must hand it over to him personally. Please let me meet with your boss, and I will try my best to persuade him."

Yes, he must transfer the knowledge of future generations to Mr. Tan Kah Kee.

He does not seek to change history, but only seeks that these inventions from later generations can raise a large amount of funds for the domestic anti-Japanese war, so that China can win this war less tragically!

The author has something to say:

① I saw this passage on the Internet. It is the original words. Because I saw them in many news and articles, the source is unknown.

Tan Kah Kee is a great person, and he is also a very sensitive person, so I will soon reduce the description of his scenes.

And, in order to avoid being censored as much as possible, the protagonist of this copy is abroad from beginning to end and will not return to China. Well, just in case, I will start to make it empty! I will make it very empty!