"Are you rich?" Grandma Wang raised her eyes and looked at Tong Tong.

"Yes!" Tong Tong immediately took out the two cloth heads from his schoolbag and flashed them in front of Grandma Wang, "There are twenty yuan in this big one, it should be enough, this one buys these books." ”

Tong Tong finished and pushed the "Folk Tales" and "Children's Days" in his hand in front of Grandma Wang.

It turned out that Grandma Wang was worried that she had no money!

Tong Tong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, his eyes slid over Grandma Wang's gaze, and looked at the two cloth heads.

She's prepared!

Hey? Tong Tong suddenly thought of something, and his eyes fell on those "Folk Tales" and "Children's Times" again.

When she returned the book just now, she forgot to ask the head teacher, when did she buy this book, and will the price increase?

Tong Tong couldn't help blinking, his eyes moved to the cloth bag again, and he made a decision in his heart.

Today, I mainly came to buy "The Complete Works of Xi Murong".

It's a big deal, she will buy a few fewer copies of "Folk Tales" and "Children's Days", or buy them again next time.

That's it.

Tong Tong raised his hand and grabbed the long ponytail on the back of his head, raised his head, and looked at Grandma Wang.

What a determined gaze! Grandma Wang pursed her mouth, what was this kid thinking just now?

She knew the child, and she remembered it from the first time she took her father to buy a book three years ago.

Tong Shuai, that's a handsome guy!

The point is, the child's mother, Zhanyun, whom she knows, oh no, exactly, grew up watching.

It doesn't seem right, she just watched Zhanyun be born, and when she grew up, Grandma Wang looked at Tong Tong, and when she saw that this child was so old, she was transferred away, and first went to teach in Yunling County Middle School.

Five years later, she was transferred to the Middle School Affiliated to Jingyun No. 1 Middle School, and then to Jingyun No. 1 Middle School, and then to ......

Ahem, Grandma Wang blinked her wrinkled and somewhat sunken eyes, thinking about what to do.

She is a person who is about to enter the earth at the age of seventy, and she always thinks of those old things from time to time.

Aren't they all old and forgetful?

But I always find that my memory is getting better and better.

A fallen leaf, a floating cloud, a wisp of breeze, a blue sky, a familiar face, will always inadvertently evoke memories in her heart.

Grandma Wang glanced at Tong Tong, this child really looks like Zhan Yun.

They all have the same hobbies, they all like to read.

I just don't know if when I grow up, will I be like Zhanyun, and suddenly become a big knife from a gentle girl.

Fifteen years ago, when she returned here due to the "turmoil incident", she was surprised to find that Zhanyun's painting style had changed greatly.

At this time and then, a good seedling of college has been delayed.

It's not just a cloud that is delayed.

Grandma Wang couldn't help but sigh heavily in her heart, fortunately, that young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was still good.

More than ten years have passed, and everything is slowly getting better.

I just hope that their future will get better and better, and they won't go through what they have experienced again.

Grandma Wang raised her eyes and looked at Tong Tong, now, Zhanyun's children are so old.

And she is already old.

Grandma Wang blinked her wrinkled and somewhat sunken eyes and looked at Tong Tong.

Why is Grandma Wang still staring at her? Don't get her a book yet!

Tong Tong blinked thoughtfully, no matter what, anyway, she bought this book today.

"Grandma Wang," Tong Tong called softly, and leaned in front of Grandma Wang again, "Where's the book?" ”

Book? Oh, the book! Grandma Wang lowered her eyes full of wrinkles, bent down slightly, reached out and touched two handfuls in the bookcase under the stall, took out the thick "Xi Murong Complete Works", and handed it to Tong Tong.

Book? Tong Tong's eyes lit up, and he went to pick it up with his hand, hey, the color is wrong.

"Grandma Wang got it wrong." Tong Tong Dingqing took a look, hehe, "Xi Murong's Poetry Collection"!

"Huh?" Grandma Wang raised her wrinkled eyes, glanced at Tong Tong, and then looked at the book in Tong Tong's hand.

Although her eyes are old, she has not reached the point of fainting, she is still deaf and clear-sighted.

With such a big "Xi Murong", she can see it very clearly.

Grandma Wang glanced at the book in Tong Tong's hand disappreciatively, and slightly picked up her eyes full of folds.

Well? Xi Murong's poetry collection?

Grandma Wang blinked her eyes and took another look carefully, and the green cover prominently had Xi Murong's three big characters written on it.

Really got it wrong?

Ahem, okay!

Correcting mistakes is her consistent style.

Grandma Wang glanced at Tong Tong and raised her hand and waved at Tong Tong.

Tong Tong immediately handed over the book.

"Xi Murong's Poetry Collection"!

Grandma Wang lowered her wrinkled eyes, carefully looked at the title of the book, looked at the color of the book cover, quietly put the book on the bookstall, and bent down to look into the bookcase.

The green is a collection of poems! So, what about such a purple one, it should be a complete collection.

Grandma Wang picked up a copy and was about to hand it to Tong Tong, thought about it, stopped, took it in front of her and looked at it intently, cough cough, she took it wrong again.

It's actually "Xi Murong's Prose Collection"!

Lao Sun is underwhelmed, he actually put these two books in the same position, don't you know how to classify them?

Grandma Wang put the book on her lap, took reading glasses and put them on her eyes, thought about it for a while, and took it down again.

She is presbyopic and not short-sighted.

The green one is not, the purple one is not, but what about this orange one?

Grandma Wang looked into the box, flipped over and over, there were three colors in total?!

The collection of poems and prose is complete, so this third color must be a complete collection.

Grandma Wang picked up the orange book from the bookcase, took it to the front and looked at it, "The Complete Works of Xi Murong"!

This time it's right!

Grandma Wang glanced at the title of the book on the orange cover again, and handed the book to Tong Tong.

He put the purple Xi Murong on his lap into the bookcase.

"Thank you, Grandma Wang."

Tong Tong took the book, his eyes were full of smiles, and his fingers gently slid over the five big characters of Xi Murong's complete works on the orange book cover.

Great, finally got it.

Tong Tong held the thick "The Complete Works of Xi Murong" and pointed to the books on the bookshelf, she picked out "Folk Tales" and "Children's Times", and said with a smile: "Grandma Wang, how much is it in total?" ”

How much? Grandma Wang stretched out her hand in her reading glasses and paused, she didn't look at it, how did she know how much money?

Grandma Wang glanced at the two very different cloth bags on the bookshelf.

If the money is not much, it is a big deal, she will give the child a discount.

You can't let a few dollars dampen a child's enthusiasm for reading!

Well, she too, ahem, used to be an educator.

Moreover, she sells books, not to make money, but purely to pass the time.

It's just that in the future, this newspaper will be read a little less, the words are too much, and she is about to get dizzy when she sees it.

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