At half past six, the sky has been bright, from east to west from west to east, less than 100 meters of the old book area has been more than a dozen round trips, there is a garbage can at the west entrance, the garbage can is surrounded by the social place of the people who buy and sell old books, at this time there have been a few groups of people, smoking cigarettes and chatting about the day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Among them, there is a bespectacled and loud Northeast man who seems to be the center of social interaction, with an Adidas baseball cap crooked on his head, where he brags about how many treasures he has just sold and how much money he has made. The people next to him squeezed him, did he earn an Audi. He said that if he earns four wheels from Audi, he will earn a tin house next time. Some people said, brother, since you have made money, let's take a shower later, such a cold day. He said, it's okay to take a bath, do massage and health care, you pay for it yourself!

Lin Yi, Lao Cao and the others didn't have time to listen to this group of people's gossip. Especially Lao Cao's face was full of resentment, and he couldn't wait to go back to find that Du San'er to settle the account.

Lin Yi stopped him, there are rules in one line, if you have an eye, you must admit it, you can't call grievances, let alone shout grievances, who made you not see clearly at that time.

Lao Cao is like this, at this moment he can only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, the volume of "Liaoning New Year Painting Anthology" I didn't see it clearly, I didn't find out if there was a missing page, since I had paid for it, I couldn't regret it.

Compared with Lao Cao's hard work, Lin Yi definitely missed it, at this time the phone rang, but it was Lao Huang calling, Lin Yi connected, told the location, and soon Lao Huang rushed over.

When Lin Yi saw him, he couldn't help but wonder, Lao Huang had a lot of military supplies, coins, badges and so on, and the price was also very cheap. However, what surprised Lin Yi was that he even picked up a picture album, and if he looked closely, it was a thick "Ten Years of Chinese Painting Anthology" published by People's Fine Arts in 1961.

Lin Yi took it over and flipped it over and said, "That's good! How much did you buy it? ”

Lao Huang smiled embarrassedly and said, "1000......"

"So cheap?!" Lin Yi was surprised, you must know that he has a copy on hand, worth 5,000 yuan.

"Missing page." Lao Huang explained very honestly.

Lao Cao was excited, sympathetic to the same disease, and looked at Lao Huang, rare gentleness.

Lin Yi asked, "Is there a lot missing?" ”

"Five pages missing."

"I've got all the books there, so I'll make color copies for you."

"Okay." Lao Huang smiled.

At this time, Lao Cao came over, "My "Liaoning New Year Painting Anthology" is also missing pages, can you help me fill it up?" ”

Lin Yi regretfully told him: "I'm sorry, I don't have that book." ”

Lao Cao rolled his eyes.

Because he bought a book that suffered a loss, Lao Cao was a little reluctant to give up, and beckoned Lin Yi and said, "Why don't we sweep it again?" ”

"Okay then." Lin Yi knew what he meant.

Turning back from west to east, there is basically nothing to slip through, and every time you have to sweep it again before leaving, or you don't feel steady.

At ten o'clock, He Dabao asked Lin Yi: "Do you want to go?" ”

"It's nothing, let's go!" Lin Yi said: "It seems that this ghost market is like this, like you said, there are not many good things, it is estimated that they have been intercepted by the three Panjiayuan bigwigs, let's talk about it later." ”

"Hmph, next time I'm already going to get back what I lost!" Lao Cao made a look of righteous indignation, "Money and dignity! He took a hard look at the ghost market of Panjiayuan.

……

At seven twenty, Lin Yi picked up the bookbag he had bought, and the group went out from the West Gate.

Getting into the car, Lin Yi began to take out one book from his bag, and Lao Cao looked at the book he took out while driving the car: "I want this book...... I'm going to ...... that too. This book is good, but the product is almost ......"

For Lao Cao, this is the benefit of following Lin Yi, Lin Yi's eyes are poisonous, and he can take advantage of it and drink some millet soup. There are many books that Lin Yi disdains to want, and he doesn't bother to make that little money, but Lao Cao sees these small money, so Lin Yi doesn't want to make it, he picks it up.

Lin Yi picked seven or eight more books from the bag and threw them to Lao Cao, who was so beautiful that he had long forgotten about his eyes.

The book was reloaded again, and the car drove to the vicinity of Panjiayuan.

……

At 7:40, the group was tired and hungry, and walked into a halal breakfast shop in the west of the nearby road like hunger and cold, and ordered four baked cakes with meat, four bowls of fried tofu, four bowls of millet porridge and four tea eggs, and a small plate of pickles.

Lin Yi paid for the breakfast, fifty-six yuan. After eating, the four of them lit a cigarette and talked about what they had gained and lost this morning. Lao Cao asked Lin Yi if he had seen the autograph of Qi Gong just now, and Lin Yi smiled and said, "I knew it was wrong at a glance, there are seven words in total, and the shades are different...... What kind of person is Master Qigong, how can he just write two words and dip them back in ink and write two words, and write a few words and dip them back and forth in ink, it is really unreliable! ”

"It makes sense, it makes sense." Lao Cao agreed.

He Dabao said to Lin Yi, "Now those Panjiayuan shops should be open, do you want to go back and have a look?" ”

After shopping for the ghost market, and then digging for the Pan home during the day.

Lin Yi nodded, "Go ahead, otherwise we will all not give up." ”

……

So the group ate and drank warmly and then turned back, and the stall was almost complete, but it was really nothing interesting.

Most of the books, in Lao Cao's words, are like pirated books from the distribution area. I only saw a notebook with some meaning, neatly filled with medical records, laboratory results, ward rounds and analysis, etc., dated 7374. I was used to writing medical records on uniform paper and in a uniform format, and suddenly I saw medical records written like that in that era, which was very fresh. Lin Yi wanted to buy it, but the other party asked for fifty and gave up.

The group of them shook from the open-air stall to the greenhouse, and then from the greenhouse, and then came out again. Just shaking, nothing to gain.

Lin Yi, like many people who fantasize about the ghost market of Panjiayuan and digging for old books, is willing to hope that he can pick up a lot of rare books and find a lot of precious books, but the result is very little.

Whether it was because the Pan family was not as good as before, or whether he had come to the wrong place, Lin Yi couldn't help but sigh.

……

This is how the experience of Panjiayuan Ghost Market passed.

For Lin Yi, the original dreamlike scene did not appear, if the biggest gain of Taobao in the ghost market this time is undoubtedly the small gourd given by the "Monk Clothes Gourd King".

Many things can be measured by price, but this gourd and the pills in the gourd can't be measured by money.

For Lin Yi, it doesn't matter if the villain books he found are missing, or some valuable old books in modern times. The important thing is that through this Taobao in the Panjiayuan ghost market, Lin Yi has met a lot of friends, especially the strange "monk clothes gourd king".

For some reason, Lin Yi had a hunch that his fate with this strange person was not over yet, and he would definitely meet him again in the future.

This is a very wonderful feeling, for him, Lin Yi always feels "déjà vu" --- (to be continued. )