COSCO broke the classroom and watched the excitement in front of the crowd quickly dispersed.

Originally, Lin Miao made an appointment with Lao Lin to wait for him in the classroom at 10 o'clock in the morning, because there was still a dispensable meal to deal with at noon. However, due to the slightly chaotic scene in the calligraphy classroom at this time, he left a message to COSCO after class, telling him to go to the newly opened bookstore next to Bailifang Primary School and wait for Lao Lin to come over.

The newly opened bookstore next to the school was very small, barely ten square meters, and the walls were surrounded by bookshelves, which were stuffed with all kinds of old books with shabby covers, of which more than eighty percent were martial arts. When Lin Miao entered the house, there were already seven or eight people squatting or standing or sitting in front of the bookshelves in the house, all of them were of all ages, the oldest was in his forties, with white hair on his temples, the youngest was fourteen or fifteen years old, and he was still wearing the school uniform of the eighteenth middle school.

The person who visited the store was a middle-aged man in his thirties, and his face was numb in the face of the customers who were looking at the room and not renting.

No way, the market norm in these years is like this, there are always most customers who take advantage of the cheap, and the most shameless ones can even squat in the bookstore for a whole month, and read through a whole cabinet of Jin Yong's complete works and justifiably don't give a penny. You can't drive this kind of person away yet, because once there is a disturbance, the loss of the store will be even greater. Therefore, this kind of seemingly low-cost, profitable rental bookstore, in fact, the vast majority of people can't do it for long, unless they really like this line of work, and at the same time have other ways to make money, otherwise very few people can stick to it.

When Lin Miao was still in college before, he once had a dream of opening a bookstore after graduation.

But fortunately, the rapid development of society later, the Internet era came, not to mention this kind of bookstore that rents books, even the behemoth of Xinhua Bookstore is crumbling, and the brain is quickly sober after being a little older, so before the postgraduate entrance examination, Lin Miao decisively changed his life plan, and shelved the idea of opening a bookstore to forty years later, planning to open a book bar after retirement, and provide for his own pension - according to his idea, he will be idle when the time comes, and if he really has no money to buy a house and marry a wife, open a book bar and raise a cat, It seems to be a good choice to have a dog and spend the second half of your lonely life.

Lin Miao walked to the bookcase under the gaze of the middle-aged man's lifeless but with a hint of doubt and curiosity.

Several people in the bookstore looked up at Lin Miao, and then immediately lowered their heads to look at themselves.

The security in Oucheng District is good, and it is rare for children to be abducted and trafficked, and most children of Lin Miao's age are generally very relieved at home. It's normal for a little bean to appear in the Children's Day bookstore.

Lin Miao swept through the entire row of old books at a glance, randomly selected a book that he had never even read the title, looked down, and saw that the writing said "Wen Rui'an's new book", and then turned to the back of the book very experienced, and looked at the author's signature. Sure enough, I found that "Author: Wen Ruian Xin" was written on the back, and a smile rose at the corner of my mouth. When he doesn't know how many times he has been on it, there are similar knockoffs such as "Jin Yongxin", "Gu Longxin", "Wang Shuoxin" and so on, and even in the post-2000 publishing sunset era, there are "Han Hanxin" and "Guo Jingmingxin" such dying things.

Lin Miao boredly flipped through this copycat text called "The White-Haired Enchantress", and was quite surprised to find that it was written slightly better than Wen Ruian himself. Not to mention the plot of the story, judging from the work of text rendering alone, the skill is not ordinarily high.

On the first page of the opening chapter, the protagonist was lost in the barren mountains and encountered the fox fairy, the fox fairy was convex and backward, beautiful and moving, holding the sword and not saying that he wanted to kill the protagonist, but was countered by the protagonist, and he didn't want the fox fairy to be defeated and threw the sword on the spot, saying that he was willing to promise himself, as long as the protagonist was willing to help her take revenge, she was willing to give everything tonight. Then the protagonist didn't say a word, and he rejected the fox fairy with righteous words, saying that he was a dignified martial arts disciple, and would never do this kind of thing that took advantage of people's danger, and asked me to help you no problem, but it was never my generation's work to snap with you, but I didn't expect that as soon as the words were finished, I was hit by the fox fairy's psychedelic drug, and the fox fairy laughed, indicating that the male protagonist had already fallen into her way, and she had to snap with the male protagonist, and after dedicating herself to the male protagonist, let the male protagonist avenge her......

"What a pair of principled sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, I like this plot ......" Although Lin Miao's body couldn't react at all, her soul had been ignited by this classic H-text plot, and then hurriedly turned the back page, but her face changed slightly.

The key description in the back, I don't know which bastard tore it off......

Lin Miao stood in front of the bookshelf, her heart surged for a long time, and she closed the book angrily and raced back into the bookshelf.

"Damn!

……

Not long after Lin Miao stayed in the bookstore, Lao Lin came over in his Santana, which was the most burned bun in the streets of Xicheng.

Lao Lin is still very popular, far from being known to everyone, when he came to the bookstore to pick up Lin Miao, no one in the store recognized him, but a group of people cared more about Lao Lin's car, and they all looked at Lao Lin with reverent eyes, and they were all looking at Lao Lin with reverent eyes, and they were the nouveau riche boss of Lao Lin.

Although Lin Miao was very unhappy with the lack of description of the key passages of "The White-Haired Enchantress", as a mature man who had no code in his heart, this small flaw could be completely constructed through brain filling. Because the quality of the text in the book itself is good, Lin Miao simply paid five yuan for himself and bought the book directly. The middle-aged man who watched the store was simply a man, and he didn't pay back a penny.

Sitting back in the car, Lin Miao casually threw the little yellow book to the back row.

Lao Lin slowly turned the head of the car and asked Lin Miao, "What do you want to eat at noon?"

Lin Miao said lightly: "I can't think of it now, I'll talk about it when I get to the store." ”

Lao Lin nodded: "Let's pick up Lily and her mother first, let's go to the TV station as soon as we have lunch at noon." ”

Lin Miao snorted, didn't say much, about the in the morning, he didn't bother to mention it at all, and now his mind was full of mosaics outlined by "The White-Haired Enchantress", and he was particularly pleasantly surprised to find that even if the body was not well developed, once some thoughts were generated in his mind, there would still be some very exciting changes in the body. A pure body and a lewd soul can produce such a strong physiological effect. It's a medical discovery!

Lin Miao's eyes lit up for about ten minutes, and Lao Lin's car sped east, driving into a new-style residential area on Wangjiang Road that was not inferior to the Mingyue Community on Xicheng Street.

The car drove not far into the residential area, and from a distance, Lin Miao saw Qin Wanqiu holding Luo Li's hand.

The little girl jumped up, and when the car stopped in front of her, she shouted: "Lin Shuishui, I want to sleep with you at night!"

"What are you calling!" Qin Wanqiu had nothing to do with her overly lively daughter, rubbed her head and taught her softly, "Can a girl not say such a thing?"

Luo Li shouted: "But the day before yesterday and the day before yesterday, I also slept with Lin Shuishui!"

Qin Wanqiu was speechless, so she had to nod and apologize to Lao Lin while opening the car door and driving Luo Li in.

Lao Lin smiled and reversed out.

Qin Wanqiu brushed her hair to hide the embarrassment caused by Luo Li's words, and asked Lin Miao casually: "Miao Miao, you don't get dizzy in the car now?"

"Dizzy. Lin Miao said, "But it can be slightly better if you open the window, and if the road is not far, you can endure it and not vomit." ”

"Slowly I got used to it, my Lily used to get motion sickness in the car, but now it's good to sit more. Qin Wanqiu said as she felt that something was behind her, and she reached out and scooped it up from behind her, grabbing the "White-haired Enchantress" that Lin Miao threw behind.

"Teacher Lin usually watches martial arts when he's fine?" Qin Wanqiu still thought he was Lao Lin's, and opened the book with a smile and asked.

Lao Lin laughed, and didn't ask Qin Wanqiu how this question came about, so he replied casually: "Ah, yes, just take a look......"

Qin Wanqiu lowered her head and swept her eyes, but suddenly her cheeks turned red, and then she quietly raised her head, peeked at Lao Lin in the rearview mirror, and felt a shyness in her heart: These men, no matter how talented they are, still love to watch these things, they really hate it......