"Bosara", a Japanese manga many years ago, Yumi Okandamura's comic that has been serialized for ten years in the last century. This set of comics that are too old for their peers to be found here is really a miracle.

This manga is about the destruction of modern civilization in Japan, which returned to the form of slavery, and people were oppressed and had a hard time, so there was a rebel army that wanted to overthrow the rulers.

The younger sister disguised herself as a woman to replace her brother and became the child of fate to lead the rebel army, stubbornly walking in the world alone, but falling in love with the enemy who killed her father and brother.

This comic is so abusive that it can't be done, but He Wan'er loves it to the extreme, and it is said that the money to buy comics is the pocket money she saved for half a year in the third year of junior high school - the reason why it is "supposed" is also inadvertently revealed by her father.

It's also a set of books that have been with her in the bookcase for as long as she can remember, and the first set of comics she read while she was recuperating from the hospital.

Later, she gradually recovered, but for some reason, suddenly one day one of the books was missing, so the comic book she had treasured for many years was missing.

She searched for many years but couldn't find it, and Taobao only sold a new set, not one of them. In fact, she also disliked the new book without a sense of "historical weight", but she didn't expect to find it at this used book stall.

He Wan'er stroked the cover, his eyes full of excitement, and then he realized that a small corner of the book was missing. It seems to be a little similar to the one she once bought?

Could it be that this is the one she is missing?

He Wan'er was excited, his heart beat faster, and he hesitated for a while and didn't dare to open it, his hand kept rubbing the cover.

Mo Chunshan looked at her, his face full of disgust: "You touched it like this, I thought it was a Braille book." He Wan'er glanced at Mo Chunshan, took a deep breath, and solemnly opened the book cover.

Sure enough, on the title page of the comic, her Russian name was really written, but more than ten years later, the handwriting was so blurry that it was almost invisible.

"It's really mine!" He Wan'er happily jumped to his feet holding the book, "I found it here!"

Mo Chunshan didn't know what to do, she was incoherent for a while, and it was easy for him to understand that she was happy.

He frowned, "You said this was your book, how do you know?"

He Waner pointed to the string of characters on the inside page: "This is my Russian name, I wrote it when I bought the book, and I wrote such a name for the whole set of books, and it happened that the book was lost, of course I remember." ”

"Russian name?" Mo Chunshan raised his eyebrows, "What's it called?"

"Russian is not very easy to pronounce, and the homonym in Chinese is Anfiya, which means flower. ”

Mo Chunshan nodded, looked at the cover of the book, and suddenly asked, "This book is a few years old, how many years ago?"

"I'm ...... calculated" He Wan'er raised his eyes to the sky and recalled hard, "Fourteen, oh no, it should have been at least fifteen years, I bought it when I was in junior high school." ”

She was still immersed in the excitement of regaining her loss, and when she turned around with the book, she found that Mo Chunshan's expression behind her was a little strange.

"What's wrong?" asked He Wan'er cautiously.

Mo Chunshan seemed to be awakened by her voice, and turned around: "It's nothing, let's go." ”

At the checkout, He Wan'er excitedly asked the boss: "Boss, where did this book come from?"

The boss had gray hair, thought about it for a while, and his eyes were full of confusion: "I don't know, many of them are sold by waste collectors, and I don't know the source." ”

He Wan'er's eyes were full of pity: "I still want to know who took my book!"

When the bookstore owner learned that it was the book she had lost, he said that it was fateful and generously refused to take her money.

However, Mo Chunshan ignored the boss's wishes, threw down a pink Grandpa Mao on his counter, and did not allow the boss to refuse, and then left the bookstore with He Wan'er with a foolish smile.

"When you were a kid, you loved to watch this?"

On the way back to the parking lot, Mo Chunshan asked.

He Wan'er nodded: "Of course, don't look at me as good-looking, in fact, I still have a girl's heart." ”

Mo Chunshan smiled dumbly: "Can you not use idioms indiscriminately? No, is it a good word? At most, you can say that you look all kinds of things." ”

He Wan'er was also choked with old blood: "...... Big guy, the usage of such an idiom like yours is unexpected. ”

Mo Chunshan smiled incomprehensibly and walked away quickly, only the last look always made He Wan'er feel that he had something to say.

His back floated out for several meters, and He Wan'er reacted, and suddenly jumped to his feet: "Why do you say that I am a five-flower! Even if I am a five-flower, I am a cow five-flower! You are a pig five-flower! Fatter!"

On the way back, He Guaner wore a new nickname with the word "five flowers" with a black face, and saw an ice cream cone sign not far from the used bookstore.

She stopped in an instant, and the memory of the taste buds of the simplest ice cream in her mouth came to her mind.

I don't know if it's because of the manga that she lost when she was a girl, but today she is particularly easy to recall the past, and it is especially easy to think of her father who died young.

Compared with the cold-hearted and cold-faced Lu Yunhui, her father is a person whose emotions are written on his face, and his body language is also wide and open.

So even though her parents divorced, she didn't feel particularly pitiful or humble.

She even remembers very clearly that at that time, if she didn't do well in the exam or was unhappy, her father would buy her this ice cream.

For a moment, she was unusually nostalgic for the smell of ice cream.

Mo Chunshan noticed her footsteps coming down, followed her line of sight, and couldn't help but smile—of course, he understood why she hesitated.

Isn't it just that he is afraid of being ridiculed for being fat?

He pursed his lips and paced over to buy two ice creams, which took less than a minute.

Mo Chunshan handed her the pink one, but He Wan'er didn't answer it, looking at the other one in his hand.

"How?"

"You eat strawberries, I want chocolate. He Wan'er bared his teeth and claws, trying to reach the other one in his hand.

It's not that she prefers chocolate flavors, but she thinks Mo Chunshan with pink must be particularly interesting.

Mo Chunshan wrung his eyebrows: "What's wrong with you? ”

As he spoke, he threw the ice cream into the trash can on the side of the road.

He Wan'er hurriedly grabbed it: "I'll eat, I'll eat." ”

Mo Chunshan ate the ice cream, much faster than He Wan'er, and when He Guan'er was still licking the outermost layer, he had already clicked and began to bite the cone.

He Wan'er ate very slowly, licking little by little, and looked back at the entrance of the used bookstore from time to time.

That row of old houses, and the surrounding glamorous and decent high-rise buildings, really do not fit.