The hot knife-cut noodles were served, a bowl of Lin Yi and a bowl of Uncle Hongqi. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Lin Yi was about to eat, Uncle Hongqi asked him if the chili seasoning in his eyes was used, and Lin Yi handed it to him.

Uncle Hongqi took the chopsticks and tossed the chili seasoning into the bowl, and Lin Yi felt cold, so spicy?

Uncle Hongqi smiled and said, "My ancestors are from Sichuan, and Sichuan people love spicy food. Lin Yi nodded, "I also like spicy food, but it's still not as good as you." As he spoke, he habitually took out a book from his satchel and wanted to take a few looks.

This is a habit that Lin Yi has developed, reading a book at the dinner table. I don't think it's a waste of time.

Uncle Hongqi was sucking a knife and cutting noodles, and when he saw Lin Yi taking out a book to read, he said: "It turns out that you also like to read, so you must also like to buy books." ”

Lin Yi nodded, "Yes." Then he glanced at the satchel next to Uncle Hongqi, and couldn't help but say, "Uncle, are you also a fellow believer?" ”

Uncle Hongqi laughed: "That's right! This kind of satchel is a special prop for our daily book buyers. Except for those street stalls for trading, our props are the most unified. ”

"It looks like Uncle Hongqi, you're an old connoisseur." Lin Yi complimented.

"Don't dare to be haha, really don't dare to be. But when it comes to this Taoshu, I have persisted for a long time. Uncle Hongqi suddenly opened the chatterbox, and chatted with Lin Yi while eating noodles.

Lin Yi was originally a good listener, not to mention that although the "Taoshu Notes" he wrote now has been written, he always feels that there is a fly in the ointment, it is best to collect more materials, since there is such an old Taoke, why not listen to his story.

Uncle Hongqi took a sip of the hot noodle soup and said, "In our place, there are many people who set up bookstalls to sell magazines, and there are also many people who open second-hand bookstores. I remember when I was a teenager and still in school, my family gave me two yuan a day. As for me, I was reluctant to use it, so I saved it all, and on the day of the monthly holiday, I went to the used bookstore to buy books. There is a second-hand bookstore called Feiteng Books, the owner's surname is Zhang, the face is thin, the personality is pleasant, and the clothes are always clean. When I saw him, I didn't feel inhibited, as if I had come to a friend's house. After Mr. Zhang got acquainted with me, he also asked me to take credit. Once, I chose a set of Zhonghua Book Company's version of "Southern History", which still cost more than 80 yuan after the discount. After I paid, I still owed him more than 20 yuan. He graciously told me to take it and write it down in the ledger. Even when I met him on my way to school, he didn't mention the credit, but smiled at me, turned around and left. I'm not a person who deceives others, and when I have saved more than 20 yuan in my hand, I will immediately give it to him and let him write off the account. He laughed and said, Give it to me so soon? I am serious and honest, and it is natural to repay my debts.

Later, in the form of payment in batches, he bought two boxes of more than 30 copies of "The Complete Works of Dongpo" from him. However, I rarely buy magazines, because my father ordered "People's Literature", "Literary History", "Biographical Literature" and so on at the post office. Once, someone in our class was reading "Anthology", and I borrowed it from him, but he refused to give it, saying that he was afraid that I would break it. I was so angry that I decided to buy my own. There was a used bookstore that offered two hundred yuan, and I couldn't afford it, so I left. Mr. Zhang's "Anthology" is in good condition, but there is a lack of a volume, he said, fifty yuan, you take it. On the one hand, I was greedy for cheapness, and on the other hand, I felt that the lack of a book would not affect my reading, so I paid for it. To this day, this "Anthology" is still there, but the paper is more old, and the years have opened a gray halo on it.

When I went to Wuhan, I went to university, and I became interested in ancient novels, and often looked for "The Wizard of Oz" and "Dream of Red Mansions". At that time, the school library was being expanded, and most of the books were in warehouses, with only a small part for people to read. Whether it's a sunny day or a dark day, as long as I have time, I soak in the library and be a bookworm. A classmate told me that there are a lot of notebooks and novels in the second-hand bookstore outside the school. So I took the time to go there and buy "Magazine in the Garden", "Jian Gu Ji" and so on. Reading this kind of book, the scenery is clear and dizzying. In my junior year, I went to a second-hand bookstore and saw a photocopy of the Inner Government journal "The Legend of the Monks" in the early Ming Dynasty. The owner of the bookstore asked for 200 yuan, but I hesitated, because my living expenses were barely enough to make ends meet, and I didn't have much money left to buy books. I told him to keep it, and I was going to write it for money. I wrote a short story that was soon published in a magazine, but I received 300 yuan in six months. I took the money and went to the owner of the bookstore, and he said nonchalantly, "If you don't come, I'll sell it long ago." I endured my anger and thought: Forget it, forget it, you must be cultivated.

After graduating, I worked in a government office, and whenever I had free time, I went to a small bookstore in a remote alley. Once, I was very interested in Li Taibai's poems and asked a bookstore to help me get some. This bookstore is very efficient, and after ten days, I found various versions of "Li Taibai Collection" for me, and the price is not high. The owner of this bookstore was fat and short, with a red nose and a mouth full of wine, but he did not speak harshly, he was very gentle, and he must have been a loyal man. He told me that he used to run a factory and knew a lot of people, and occasionally sold some of the disposed books for others. He doesn't care if he makes money or not, what he wants is this strong bookish atmosphere. Once, he pulled me to talk about Nalan Ci, and I said that I had only read An Yiru's "If Life Is Only as First Seen", and I had not seen "Nalan Ci". He didn't look strange, but talked about his experience. I listened attentively, and before leaving, he forced a copy of "Nalan Ci" to me, saying that he wanted me to taste it and not money. What can I do when I meet such a bold person? I had to take it. Later, when I went again, the door was closed, and the words 'Façade Transfer' were posted. I asked the people around me about the shop, and I found out that he was sick and went to Beijing to see a doctor......"

Speaking of his story of Taoshu, Uncle Hongqi gushed endlessly, and Lin Yi was so engrossed that he even forgot to eat the knife-cut noodles.

The edge of the book, the book matter, the book love.

In fact, books are also a clear mirror that can reflect the true faces of all kinds of people. The process of buying books is actually a process of cultivating the soul. What kind of taste a person has, just look at what books he reads, and you can see it at a glance.

The big waves wash the sand, and the books that can be passed down to the present day are probably high-quality products. But reading is not just about playing, but about seeing the courtesy, righteousness, gentleness, and generosity behind the words, absorbing the sweet juice, enriching the dry soul, and thus becoming a reader with aura and thought.

……

When Lin Yi was still thinking nonsense, Uncle Hongqi had already finished his story and asked Lin Yi: "Xiao Linzi, I said so much, are you bored?" ”

"How so, your story is very good."

"Really? Tell me your story...... It looks like you're a young collector, and you must have found a lot of good books. ”

Lin Yi smiled, "My story is not as interesting as yours, so forget it." ”

"So what's the matter, I have a habit of eating, I like to take stories and serve food, you just tell one or two casually." After speaking, Uncle Hongqi looked at Lin Yi with great hope.

Lin Yiwaner, after a little thought, told one or two stories in his "Notes on Taoshu".

These stories were originally written into books, and after Lin Yi told them, they were even more colorful, and Uncle Hongqi was fascinated by them. Even the people who were eating next to him pricked up their ears and asked Lin Yi in disbelief, "Is it really fake, can old books be picked up?" ”

Lin Yi originally planned to tell one or two more stories about missing things, but he couldn't stand Uncle Hongqi's soft grinding and hard bubbles, so he told one or two more. This was terrible, the whole noodle restaurant came over to listen, and when they heard that Lin Yi had missed two or three hundred Buddhist scriptures in a sack, they bared their teeth one by one, and their eyes were glowing.

The owner of the noodle restaurant didn't expect that there would be a "storyteller" in his field, and he couldn't do business, so he complained on the side: "What are you doing, you want to listen to cross talk and go to Deyun Club, what are you doing here, I still have to do business." ”

Lin Yi realized that he was a little out of line, so he hurriedly apologized, paid for the meal, said goodbye to Uncle Hongqi, and left the noodle restaurant.

He had just walked two steps out of the noodle shop when he heard a voice behind him: "Xiao Linzi, wait a minute, let's go together." ”

Lin Yi looked back, but it was Uncle Hongqi chasing after him with a satchel. Lin Yi was familiar with others no matter what he said, so he was embarrassed to act as if he hadn't heard anything, so he waited for him to leave together.

"Where are you going?" Uncle Hongqi asked.

"Find a place to live." Lin Yi said.

"Hehe, if you don't dislike it, live with me."

"......" Lin Yi looked at him in amazement.

"Don't think about it, I'm also a department-level cadre from a government agency, and I have arranged a double room here on business, and it's boring for me to live alone, if you think you can, make do with it." Uncle Hongqi looked at Lin Yi's expression as he spoke.

It turned out that he regarded Lin Yi as a migrant worker who came to Shanghai to find a job, afraid that he would not find a place to live, and he loved face, so he took the initiative to help him.

Lin Yi has always been a person who is not very good at rejecting others, not to mention that Uncle Hongqi is warm and humorous, and he can take care of each other when they are together. As for what the publishing house said about coming to Shanghai to eat and live and reimburse travel expenses, Lin Yi has not yet taken advantage of that kind of cheap habit.

Seeing that Lin Yi didn't seem to object, Uncle Hongqi laughed, then stretched out his hand to stop a taxi and said, "Let's go over now, don't feel embarrassed, it's a big deal that you paid for this car." ”

Lin Yi smiled slightly and said, "That's a good feeling." ”

……

I originally thought that the accommodation arranged by Uncle Hongqi would be a hostel or a guesthouse or something, but I didn't expect it to be a 23-story five-star high-end hotel. It's in Hongqiao District, which is also very famous. At the front desk, Uncle Hongqi took the room key very pretendically, looking at his speech and demeanor at the front desk, Lin Yi felt that he didn't look like an ordinary department-level cadre no matter how he looked at it, and the shelf was too big. You must know that ordinary people in this kind of high-end place will inevitably be frightened, after all, it costs thousands of yuan to stay overnight, which is not something that ordinary people can afford.

However, Lin Yi really couldn't guess the depth of this Uncle Hongqi, when he talked to himself, he was completely an out-and-out bookworm, and it was really difficult to associate him with high-ranking officials.

In any case, knowing is fate, not to mention that I still live with others. Lin Yi was also at ease with what he encountered.

The double room in the big hotel is different, high-end is really high-end. TV, freezer, washing machine, computer, and even a massage chair. I heard the waiter say that the hotel also has a free swimming and leisure area, as well as a bowling alley, etc., and you can use it for free with a room card.

Lin Yi has always been a lazy exerciser, and these are all in vain. After he took a shower, he lay down on the bed and read. Uncle Hongqi is also a person who doesn't like sports, and he is sitting in front of the computer with his slippers on his shoulders at the moment. At first, Lin Yi thought he was working, after all, government personnel, wherever they go, they should focus on work, but at every turn, they heard the familiar "penguin" beeping, and at first glance, dear Uncle Hongqi actually chatted with people on the Internet.

Let's chat, Lin Yi has no objection, after all, age has nothing to do with online chatting, but Uncle Hongqi is a person with a broken mouth, and when chatting, he says the words he typed from time to time, so ...... It's very interesting, mainly because --- he's picking up girls.

That's right, Uncle Hongqi, who is not old with a knife, picks up girls on the Internet, his online name is "Hongqi Piaopiao Little Fresh Meat", marked with age 28, a flower, and who knows that he is actually an old bacon.

Uncle Hongqi flirted with the girl on the Internet, pretended to be an intellectual and cultural person, said a lot of well-bent words, and kept asking the other party, are you a doctor, master, or a university professor? Uncle Hongqi pretended to be mysterious and said that if you want to know, if you want to know, we will meet Yunyun.

Lin Yi was annoyed by him, so he planned to go to the bathroom to hide for a while, in order to perfect the "Notes on Taoshu" he wrote, he was making a final effort.

When he came to the bathroom, he had just sat down when his mobile phone rang, but it was Li Shanshan, the editor of Phoenix Publishing House, who called and asked him if he was in Shanghai. Lin Yi said that he had already come and was now staying in the hotel. Li Shanshan asked him about his creation again. Lin Yi said that his book had been written, but he felt that some places still needed to be revised, and he would show it to her after revision. In the end, the two finalized the time and met three days later.

Lin Yi hung up the phone, and felt that it was not easy to write a book for the first time, especially in the face of the upcoming review, he was a little unconfident, and he didn't know if his book could pass the test. You must know that in order to write this "Notes on Taoshu", Lin Yi looked through a lot of materials, but because many of his collections belong to the Cultural Revolution period, and there are some collections in special periods, it is inevitable that there will be some sensitive words and contents; I heard that the publishing aspect is very strict now, and if you are not careful, you will lose all your efforts.

Just when Lin Yi was thinking about his book, there was a knock on the bathroom door, and Uncle Hongqi asked, "Are you inside?" ”

Lin Yi snorted.

Uncle Hongqi asked anxiously: "Are you free tomorrow?" ”

Lin Yi hummed again. How can there be such a thing, he went to the toilet by himself and nagged outside.

"Then you can do me a favor, and it will be a lifesaver!" It seems that Uncle Hongqi is really in a hurry.

Lin Yi then asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Uncle Hongqi said excitedly: "You meet with female netizens for me!" ”

Lin Yi: "......"

I'll go! (To be continued.) )