He Wan'er pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.

This person, how to pull her hand has become a habit, she doesn't let him pull it, but it doesn't seem like it shouldn't.

It seems to have crossed the line a little - but why doesn't she feel annoying?

He Guan'er didn't care about the flushing of his face and his heart like a drum, and hurriedly changed the topic.

"So you're so powerful!" she clasped her hands together and pretended to worship, "Boss, what other powerful tricks do you have? Why don't you come out and open my eyes together?"

"Tricks?" Mo Chunshan touched his chin, "I don't know how to break the boulder with your cheekiness, does it count as opening the root number with your bare hands?"

He Wan'er was perfectly choked - as if this was still the words she had used to ridicule Mo Chunshan in a bad mood, and now he returned it as it was.

Boss Mo's vindictiveness is really strong, and her memory is too good, thinking about it, it seems that she has never quarreled with him, and she has taken advantage of him.

In the future, you have to be really careful.

So she obediently softened and blinked her eyes: "The big guy spared me, can you teach me the trick of playing the Rubik's Cube?"

She has actually practiced the Rubik's Cube for a few days, but she has no talent in it, so don't say that Mo Chunshan startled a bunch of little children and her blind twisting, she can only screw blindly at best.

"You're making fun of me," Mo Chunshan smiled slightly, "In the highest degree driving school, you are such an upright college graduate, where can I teach you?"

"Excessive modesty is pride," He Wan'er pouted dissatisfiedly, "Don't teach!"

He pursed his thin lips: "Okay, since you want to learn, I will teach it reluctantly, at least compared with Rubik's Cube and mahjong, it can prevent Alzheimer's disease more effectively." ”

"Mo Chunshan!" He Wan'er just heard that he was willing to teach, and he was a little happy, and when he heard the word Alzheimer's, he couldn't help but stomp his feet.

"Let's go," Mo Chun hooked the corners of his mouth and pointed in the direction of the upstairs, "There are still three floors to see, and when you finish opening your eyes, I'll buy you a Rubik's cube and give it to you." ”

After visiting the science and technology museum on the fifth floor, He Waner found that the souvenir ** shop on the top floor was all sold out.

She didn't want to buy it, so Mo Chunshan had to take her to a nearby stationery store.

There is a row of low houses behind the Science and Technology Museum, which seems to be thirty or forty years old, but unfortunately because it is the Chinese New Year, the boss hangs a sign in front of the store saying that it will only open after the tenth day of the new year.

Mo Chunshan spread his hands: "No way, I'll buy it for you another day." ”

"How do you know that there is a stationery store here?" He Wan'er asked with some curiosity no longer wondering whether to buy the Rubik's Cube or not.

"There's an elementary school behind this row of old houses, and I studied here when I was a kid. Mo Chunshan replied, "The old house is the only place around where you can open a small shop, and it hasn't changed for decades." ”

Hearing him mention elementary school, He Wan'er suddenly remembered something.

"Do you remember my colleague Nie Yun?" she asked with some humility, "Is she really your classmate?"

Mo Chunshan frowned: "I remember Nie Yun from your newspaper, but there is no one with this name among my classmates." If the surname Nie is a primary school classmate, I remember that there is a one named Nie Wan. ”

"Hmph!" He Wan'er rolled his eyes, "You still remember her former name, why pretend?"

Mo Chunshan didn't understand where her nameless fire came from, and explained helplessly: "I just remember that there is this name in the roster, but I don't remember her face, how can I know that this Nie Yun is Nie Yun?"

"Haven't you seen it and won't forget it?" He Guan'er looked at the sky, "What don't you know, who are you fooling?"

He seemed to understand what He Wan'er was angry about, and spread his hands: "I only remember what is meaningful to me, and other things are like a blank sheet of paper in my eyes." You can remember the numbers and words written on the paper, but can you tell which blank piece of paper you have ever looked at?"

He Guan'er didn't understand this explanation, but he didn't know why, but he was still a little happy in his heart.

Mo Chunshan couldn't help but tilt the corners of her mouth upwards when he saw her, and his voice became more and more gentle: "The stationery store is not open, but I still remember that there is a second-hand bookstore nearby, which was very famous at that time, and I don't know if it is still there." Are you going?"

He Wan'er jumped up with joy: "I'm going, I'm going!"

The second-hand bookstore is only about 200 meters away from the stationery store, and it is obvious that the bookstore owner is more diligent than the stationery store owner, and the door is open for the Chinese New Year.

The bookstore was full of children, sitting on the floor with books in their arms, watching with relish. Looking at the clothes, they are all children of ordinary people, and it is probably impossible to read a book and buy a copy.

The boss is not in a hurry, and happily sits on a creaky rattan chair at the door with a pot of tea, and greets every customer with a smile.

He Wan'er shuttled between the rows of old bookshelves, his nose was filled with the smell of old books that were a little moldy but nostalgic, and he only felt that the speed of time in this bookstore was much slower than outside.

There are also plenty of old books, from handwritten quotes from the fifties to fashion magazines that expired last year, but the most special and least common among them are rows of comic books and comics.

He Wan'er wandered through the rows of bookshelves for a long time, dazzled, and finally realized that the boss was really a freewheeling person.

There are indeed a lot of old books that are rare to see elsewhere, but all of them are not complete, many books are only a few scattered books, and occasionally you can see a complete set, and when you take it out, the books are full of children's graffiti, which makes people cry and laugh.

She didn't want to leave, even though she didn't have anything to buy. The old books here may not be of much value, but each one of them has indeed been received from someone else, and has a previous owner, carrying a certain memory of a specific person.

Memory, what a luxury for her, there are many here, although she can't read it, can't understand it, and even has nothing to do with her, but she is reluctant to leave.

He Wan'er looked back and forth several times, and his hand touched the rows of book spines, suddenly like a dream.

As she passed by a row of bookshelves, she casually looked up, and her attention was instantly attracted by a book.

The shelves were a little high, and she tiptoed her head up, but she couldn't see it so really, just a few letters on the spine of that book, so familiar.

Mo Chunshan saw that she couldn't reach her, walked over, and asked, "Which one?"

He Wan'er pointed to the book, his eyes motionless.

On this day, He Wan'er didn't wear high heels, and Mo Chunshan could be seven or eight centimeters taller than her, but it was not so easy to reach the book.

Under her command, he easily pulled out an old book from the top of the bookshelf and handed it to He Wan'er.

She just looked at it and exclaimed, "Oh my God, it's really this book! I can still find it!"