My uncle's commissary, and that corner, became the place where I could see the world. There, I came to realize the "far away" that I had never been to before.

From there, I read that as early as 1910, there were already coffee houses and Western restaurants in Shanghai, and in the town where my high school was located, there was no café in the 21st century.

I read books very quickly.

And the books of the uncle in the commissary are for profit.

Therefore, the transparent soft film of the book is generally not easily torn off, and it is the evidence of the new book before it can be sold.

Several times I've come across new books that I really want to read but they're all thin. I finally put the book back with regret and left with a look of regret.

But then I realized that there were more and more books to read!

Especially for new books, one or two of each set have been stripped of that film.

Once, when I was going earlier than usual, and the people were still at the door and window, I heard "snort-la-" Membrane. The sound of being torn.

I looked in through the window. I found my uncle looking down and scratching the side of the new book with a razor blade, tearing the plastic film that had blocked my desire to read.

He sighed as he tore it:

"Hey, if you can't sell it, you can't sell it! Well, the books, in the end, are also for the children to read, I see that girl doll likes them so much, let her be, it should be there in a while, I have to quickly dismantle it and put it up..."

At that time, I paused, swallowed the salt water running from the corner of my eye, and touched the last living expenses in my pocket.

I stepped away, dried my eyes, and stood for a few minutes before smiling in.

That day, when I left the commissary, for the first time, I spent a week's worth of living expenses on a book, and the only time I bought a copy of Uncle Tom's Cabin.

Of course, I will still go to the bookstore and the bookstall every week.

The difference is that every time I finish reading a book, I will always say a few more words to my uncle happily:

"Uncle, your book selection this week is very good!"

"Uncle, recently, my classmates have been secretly spreading "Triple Gate" and "How Much Do You Know About the Flowers in Your Dreams", you can try these books in the future, and the students who bought them must have them!"

"Uncle, there is a very famous one named Cangyue recently, and recently my classmates have been asking for her "Blood Rose" everywhere!"

……

Although I have that corner to give me solace, I have done stupid things to read more books.

I "stole" the book and stole the bag that I was caught.

Because of this, I met another teenager who made me feel warm again in my life.

Stealing books originated when I was a child. At that time, I saw the richest girl in my grandmother's village holding "The Clever Smurfs" and surrounded by a group of children.

She wore a flower skirt and deliberately used a different voice to tell everyone about Sister Blue in the book.

That day, I also went up to hear that I was fascinated, and when everyone dispersed, I mustered up a little courage to ask her if she could lend me a look, and just look at it.

As soon as I opened my mouth, I was laughed at by her, and her angry eyes stared at my face:

"The ugly little Hei Nier, you still want to compare with me! I still want to see my Smurfs, your face is so big, dream! ”

Eventually, I went back to my grandmother's hut, and I still couldn't figure out why she was spitting in my face that day.

That mouth of spit, as if it had been spit on my young heart, could never be wiped off.

Since then, I have wanted to read books and have never dared to borrow them again.

Unconsciously, I developed the habit of "stealing books to read".

I "stole" books in a wide range.

stealing familiar and unfamiliar among classmates; Stealing from the popular, fairy tale-like, adult-like hidden world.

stole Bi Shumin's "Three Cabins of the Spirit", stole Ah Cheng's "Chess King" and so on.

But after I finished stealing, I would always go out of the dormitory door at night to borrow light in the corridor, and after reading it quickly, I would find a chance to put it back in its place, and stand there silently saying sorry and thank you.

Once, because I was too obsessed with the stolen "Notre Dame de Paris", I returned it later than usual, and in the early hours of that morning, I thought I was still the first person to go to class.

I put the book back and said thank you to the boy's desk, and bowed quickly.

At that time, after I turned around—

A tall and thin figure stood in front of me, and I was immediately frightened!

I couldn't resist slapping my heart and stared at him blankly.

Seeing the light of the lamp shining on his white face, I quickly lowered my head for a long time, eager to find a crack in the ground and turn in.

I buried my head in my chest, I couldn't see my own face, but I knew it must be like a layer of red paper, and the shame of being caught burning my heart thump.

At that time, I also vaguely heard rumors that some classmates in the third year of high school had their money stolen.

Finished.

It's over.

Liu Zijun, who ranked first in the grade, and Liu Zijun, who was excellent in character and learning, turned out to be a thief!

I want to explain: I just returned the book, I didn't take anything else.

I was so nervous that I couldn't explain it, my heart was stammering, and I felt that the words of explanation were pale.

I didn't dare look up at him.

At that moment, my head was eager to be inserted into my chest, and my fragile self-esteem shattered to the ground with a bang, as if I had been put on a prison coat and pushed in front of my classmates, allowing everyone to observe and point:

"Look, the first in this grade, she is a book stealer, and the classroom has been losing money recently, maybe it's her, she's the one who is most short of money!"

Fear and powerlessness came from the top of my head, and then wrapped around me tightly, I didn't dare to breathe, I was tormented.

We stood opposite each other, not knowing how many minutes had passed.

It was as if he was waiting for me to look up.

If you do it, you do it, I mustered up the courage and finally raised my head.

I'm a different thief, I just peeked at the book, I looked up, embarrassed and smiled:

"I—I'm just..."

"Liu Zijun, I know you're not very good at explaining, but you don't have to explain, in fact, we've found you several times."

"What?" My face turned pale.

"You don't have to be afraid, if someone wanted to report you, I would have reported it a long time ago, I have already warned them, you are just borrowing, and you will pay it back."

"What?" I was surprised.

"Originally, I didn't want to scare you like this, but I found that more and more classmates seem to know.

Liu Zijun, what books you want to read in the future, don't be so sneaky, for example, you can tell me, I will lend you a lot, and I have a lot of books at home.

Recently, a classmate indulged in a newly opened Internet café in the town, stealing money everywhere, be careful that you get caught and accidentally top the tank. ”

I vaguely remember that I was shocked enough at the time to be blown up by his next question, he said:

"Liu Zijun, I wrote you a love letter, there is a problem in it, I have been waiting for you silently for 1 month, and you have not replied to me.

I came so early today to say to you: I like you very much, I like to listen to your morning reading, I like to see your timid appearance of stealing books, I like to see your posture of silently bowing your head and holding a pen, I like to see you reading seriously, and I like to see your shy appearance of walking with your head down.

All of them, I like them, so—

Do you like me? ”