Yang Zijian heard the sadness in the depths of her soul, which was the voice of a girl with low self-esteem. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Jin knows that she is too tall, not good-looking, and lacks self-confidence since she was a child, although she is brave in the pursuit of happiness, she always has a tragic sense of failure subconsciously, and feels that Yang Zijian will leave her one day, what should she do at that time?

Yes, she will meet all kinds of boys along the long road of life, and at that time she may say, "That's all good, good, but I don't like ......."

Yang Zijian couldn't help but feel extremely guilty, stretched out his right hand, shook her little hand and said: "Don't think too much, Western philosophers have said: When God closes a door for you, he must open another window for you." As long as we keep a positive mindset, we will not have losers. ”

Is this a promise? Like an electric shock, Zhang Jin was hot, his limbs floated up, and then he subconsciously looked at the little old man who sold books, he smiled and obviously recognized Zhang Jin, after all, there are not many girls who are so tall and look like this.

Zhang Jin shuddered, and hurriedly pulled out his little hand, but he felt sorry for Yang Zijian, and looked at him with some guilt.

Yang Zijian doesn't care, he just wants to comfort her, a fifteen-year-old girl, and a scholar, there are infinite possibilities in the future, don't think too much.

Bought a book, the two walked out of the small alley, walked more than a dozen steps to the depths of the Confucian Temple Street, under a plane tree, there were seven or eight small stalls, some directly spread on the ground, there were also a simple shelf, almost everything was sold, old books and magazines, second-hand clocks and watches, second-hand small household appliances, hardware tools, all kinds of learning stationery, Hong Kong and Taiwan video tapes, and some collectibles, including old stamps, old copper coins or something, are genuine.

Yang Zijian took a fancy to a piece of "one yuan" Yuan Datou, but unfortunately he wanted 20 yuan, he was really reluctant to buy it, he really didn't have the slightest impression of the collection, although he knew that the collection would basically not lose at this time, and there would definitely be a big return in the future.

Zhang Jin stood quietly on the side, and occasionally introduced the stall owner, because he was more familiar with it, and knew that the stall owner was not bad and would not trick people. In this era, hawkers and deceitful people are basically extinct, because they are all acquaintance businesses, once they call the police and escape, they can't escape, and the punishment is very severe, and the labor reform is light, unlike all kinds of fraudsters in later generations, who often go in on the front foot to fine some money, and come out to be the boss again in a month.

Sometimes, it is very necessary to crack down, and Biddy cuts off the thief's hand, and as a result, there is no more theft in the city.

Yang Zijian took Zhang Jin into an old bookstore, where there are many old books, and many of them are eliminated by the city library, all of which are stamped with the rectangular blue seal of "Nanjian City Library Collection".

Yang Zijian picked one book after another, just like Taobao, full of interest.

Zhang Jin really became a thug's buddy and helped him get the book.

There are Jia Pingwo's "Traces of Love", this is almost brand new, I really don't understand why the library cleaned up, there are Heidegger's "Being and Time" and Sartre's "Being and Nothingness" translated into Chinese, "Modern Foreign Philosophy", this kind of book is rarely read, as well as "Selected Poems of Pushkin", "Selected Poems of Shelley", there are hazy poetry collections of Beidao, Shu Ting, Gu Cheng, Yang Lian, Jiang He, the five most popular poets, etc., Yang Zijian picked more than a dozen in one go, most of which were cleaned up by the library.

Yang Zijian even suspected that the people in the library relied on this way of "clearing old books and buying new books" to make profits, and it was the public's money anyway.

Paid, packed the books in a plastic bag, and then Yang Zijian carried them to his heart's contented and continued shopping.

After that, they visited three or four second-hand bookstores, and bought some books more or less, even Zhang Jin took a fancy to two exercise books and the English version of "The Little Prince", Yang Zijian insisted that he paid for her to buy it, of course, sending old books to girls is indeed a bit unseemly, but Zhang Jin is very useful.

It's no longer called dating, it's really shopping for things.

In a blink of an eye, it was almost five o'clock, and Zhang Jin said slightly: "I have been walking for almost an hour, and I am tired and thirsty." ”

Yang Zijian turned his head to take a look, took her to a small shop selling cold drinks, and asked her, "Do you want to eat villain ice cream?" ”

Zhang Jin turned his head and said in disgust: "It's only two cents and one." ”

Yang Zijian gritted his teeth and said, "Egg cone ice cream!" ”

Zhang Jin thought for a moment and said with a little satisfaction: "Well, five cents one, okay!" ”

Yang Zijian bought two ice creams, and the two of them ate them while walking on the sidewalk.

Nanjian City is surrounded by hills, the city center is in a low-lying area, the sun sets early, it is not yet five o'clock, the sun can not be seen on Confucian Temple Street, the evening breeze blows, the fallen leaves fly, it feels a little bleak and cool.

When walking through the glass window of a clothing store, Yang Zijian suddenly pointed to the female model inside and said: "It's ugly like this, pretending, you don't look good at all." Then he pointed to Zhang Jin's shadow on the glass and said, "Your figure is actually quite suitable for being a model, natural and solemn, dignified and beautiful, and appreciated by both the elegant and the vulgar." ”

Zhang Jin couldn't help laughing, reached out and pinched his arm coquettishly and said, "Don't talk nonsense, how can I be a model like this!" ”

"No, you're actually beautiful, but you don't think so, your figure and appearance are particularly in line with the aesthetics of Westerners." Yang Zijian looked at her and affirmed, "Didn't you watch "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", in fact, the real appearance of the Mongolian princess Hua Zheng should be like you, and the Mulan in "Mulan Ci" is also the same as you. ”

Zhang Jin's eyes lit up, and he said gloomily: "There is a period of aesthetics in a period, such as the Tang Dynasty, plump women are beautiful, and Yang Guifei will be favored by Tang Xuanzong." But now everyone likes a slim body melon seed face......"

Yang Zijian said seriously: "I'm different. ”

Zhang Jin felt sweet in his heart and said softly: "I know." ”

Walking past a few shops, you will see a stall selling roasted sweet potatoes, and a sweet, fragrant and slightly earthy smell will greet you, making people salivate.

Zhang Jin's eyes lit up and he sighed: "Wow, I haven't eaten baked sweet potatoes for a long time." ”

"Me too." Yang Zijian immediately stepped forward and bought two pieces from the uncle who roasted the sweet potato, which was wrapped in old newspaper and had to be peeled before it could be eaten.

Yang Zijian put the bookbag on the ground, handed her a sweet potato, and said, "You help me hold it first, and I'll help you peel it." I have sweet potatoes at home, and I am very skilled at peeling. After speaking, he used his fingernails to cut the upper half of the sweet potato in his hand, gently pinched the skin softly, and then made a vertical cut, and with a light lift, he peeled the sweet potato skin completely, revealing the golden and fragrant potato flesh inside, and then handed it to Zhang Jin.

Zhang Jin took it with a smile, blew the hot air, put it to his mouth and took a small bite, the wet and crispy warm sweet potato pieces turned around in his mouth, chewed a few times and swallowed it into his throat, from his throat to his stomach, it seemed to be warm and sweet.

I feel that this is the best roasted sweet potato I have ever eaten in my life, and it is so sweet to the bottom of my heart.