Chen Xiaoyu followed her little uncle and trotted all the way into the Xinhua bookstore.

The Xinhua Bookstore, which was full of people, seemed to be buying in-demand goods, and the crowd in front of the counter lined up in several long winding lines, staggered and blocked.

"These people are here to buy books?" Xiaoyu tugged at the corner of Wenhui's shirt and squeezed through the crowd, she was small, and when she looked over, her head was full of black faces.

"Of course." Wen Hui turned around and took her hand, squeezing a few young people who were holding a stack of books with great difficulty. "You hold me, don't get lost."

"Where are we going? Don't have to wait in line? Xiaoyu asked, her little hand clenched tightly by Wen Hui.

"Don't ask so much, children, just follow me." Wen Hui was obviously very familiar with this place, he squeezed through the long line of people, squeezed past the wooden railing of the literary counter, pushed open a small wooden door, and inside the door was a narrow wooden staircase, he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and pulled Xiaoyu Deng upstairs quickly.

Turning the wrought-iron carved fence door at the entrance of the staircase, inside is a long walkway, full of messy debris, on both sides of the walkway are rooms, like offices, the doors are closed, and there is a small glass window above the wooden door.

Deng Wenhui walked in front of a door, stretched his neck and looked through the small glass window, looked a few times, and then knocked on the door, "Brother Xiao, it's me." ”

A young man in a white shirt and gray trousers, standing in the doorway, nodded casually and said, "Come in." After saying that, he returned to his position by the window, and looked down at the newspaper on the table, without looking at them.

Chen Xiaoyu followed Wen Hui into the room, on the table in this office, there were thick piles of bundled books on the floor, she lowered her head and looked at it carefully, it was the foreign literary masterpieces mentioned by the little uncle on the road just now.

"I'm sorry, Brother Xiao, I'm late." Chen Wenhui walked closer, stood with his hands down, and said respectfully, "Look, can you give me two more copies of each?" ”

Brother Xiao glanced up at him, frowned, was silent, and then shook the newspaper in his hand heavily.

Chen Wenhui walked a few steps, stood in front of him and said pitifully, "Before, you promised me." ”

Brother Xiao put down the newspaper, "I promise you that it's good." But I didn't expect these books to be sold so tightly now, you just saw it downstairs, this is selling books, it's the same as grabbing food. I'll give you two copies of each, what if I don't have enough to sell? ”

"Oh, what you say, no, there are so many more here." Chen Wenhui pointed to the book on the ground, "How can it not be enough to sell." ”

"You know what." Brother Xiao shouted in a low voice, and put down the teacup lid in his hand, "Bookstores have supply plans, I gave it to you, there must be fewer people on the counter, and you let me find someone to go to the deficit here." ”

"Yes, yes, you're right. That's right. Chen Wenhui hurriedly nodded and said, while squirming out of his trouser pocket a pack of cigarettes, Chen Xiaoyu recognized that it was still a pack of "Phoenix" brand cigarettes, which were only taken out to entertain guests during the New Year, Chen Wenhui didn't know where he touched it.

Seeing Chen Xiaoyu's eyes wide open and looking at the cigarette in his hand in surprise, Wen Hui immediately glared at her secretly warningly, turned his face and handed over the pack of cigarettes with both hands, "Brother Xiao, you have worked hard." Just help me one more time. ”

Brother Xiao took the pack of cigarettes and tossed it in his hand, slowly tore open the package, took out one without lighting the fire, put it on the end of his nose and sniffed it, and then reluctantly put the pack of cigarettes into the drawer of the desk handle.

He raised his chin and motioned for Wen Hui to close the office door tightly, before he slowly opened his mouth with a smile, "Chen Wenhui, why are you suddenly interested in these books?" I remember when you were in school, you didn't even like to watch revolutionary modern Peking Opera, but now you like to read these foreign books. What do you want two books for? Is it to engage in speculation? ”

"Brother Xiao, I was entrusted by others to help others. In addition, I'm not unemployed at home without a job now, and I'm idle when I'm idle, so I'll get two books to look at. ”

"Entrusted? Who is it? Is it Deng Hongmei? Brother Xiao looked at Wen Hui with sharp eyes.

Chen Wenhui's face turned red, and it took a long time for Ai Ai to say, "No, Brother Xiao." ”

Brother Xiao pursed his lips disdainfully and snorted, "It's good if it's not." It's not that I said you, Deng Hongmei, you don't have more contact with her. ”

Chen Wenhui's face was very ugly, he bit his lip and was silent, and after a long while, he said softly, "Brother Xiao, in fact, Sister Hongmei ...... her."

"Sister Hongmei. You're a nice one. Brother Xiao snorted, the corners of his mouth twitched, "Isn't she already married in the countryside, and what are you mentioning her for?" ”

"Now she's admitted to college on her own." Chen Wenhui muttered in a low voice.

"On your own?" That Brother Xiao snorted lightly, stood up, and stared out the window with his eyes, "If it weren't for her lame husband secretly stamping her with an official seal, would she have a chance to sign up?" He smiled coldly, "Wen Hui, you are too young, too light to believe in other people's words." ”

Chen Wenhui's chest rose and fell, and his breathing became heavier, "Brother Xiao, why do you say this, we all ...... about the two of you at the beginning."

"That's your business." Brother Xiao suddenly burst into flames, turned his face to look at him, and a gloomy flicker flashed in his eyes.

"I was ......" Chen Wenhui was about to continue, but his arm was grabbed by a soft little hand, and when he looked down, Chen Xiaoyu, who had been quiet, was looking at him in the corner.

"Little uncle, I want to buy books." She whispered.

Chen Wenhui was stunned for a moment, and then remembered his mother's advice, "Wenhui, young man don't talk about other people's rights and wrongs, especially in front of Xiao Xiaoyu." "Swallowed the spit," Xiaoyu said to the uncle what book she wanted to buy. ”

Brother Xiao turned his face and saw Xiaoyu, and was suddenly stunned.

A teenage girl looked at her with sparkling eyes, her eyes as bright as cold stars.

He stayed for a long time, coughed a few times, and said, "The villain book is not under my control at the children's book counter, if you want to read it, tell Uncle Sù in advance, next time my colleague said that it will be kept for you, and they will all go to the meeting today." ”

Xiaoyu smiled, pointed to the books on the ground, and said, "Then are these two books in Uncle Xiao's custody?" I'd like to read these two. ”

She was referring to "Hans Christian Andersen's Selected Fairy Tales" and "Grimm's Fairy Tales" on the ground, which were written by foreigners and were still placed in the classification of foreign literature.

Brother Xiao bent down and picked up the two books from the place, handed them to Xiaoyu, and said gently, "Take it, it's a gift from your uncle." ”

"Hey, what's that going to do? Brother Xiao, how can I let you send Xiaoyu, I'll buy it, I'll buy it. When Chen Wenhui heard this, he quickly put his hand into his trouser pocket, took out the money and handed it over.

"This is my affair with Xiaoyu. It's none of your business," Brother Xiao waved his hand, not looking at him at all, "Also, for Xiaoyu's sake, this time you will take two copies of each of the books you want, and I won't take them as an example." ”

Chen Xiaoyu took two books and smiled faintly.

"How old is Xiaoyu?" Brother Xiao asked softly, staring at her face with blazing eyes.

"Twelve." Xiao Yu shook her head and said after converting it in her heart.

Brother Xiao stood up, "It's still a child." He let out a low sigh. Then he buried his head and took two copies of each from the pile of books on the ground and handed them to Chen Wenhui.

"Brother Xiao, thank you." Chen Wenhui held the book, the goal was achieved, and he was very happy.

Brother Xiao waved his hand disapprovingly, and after a while, he leaned down again, "Xiaoyu, what book do you want to read next time, come to your uncle, and your uncle will definitely get it for you." ”

Chen Xiaoyu nodded politely, "Thank you." Uncle. ”

Brother Xiao nodded, a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

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