"Suzu...... Bell ......"

"Please come in, the door is not closed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

For some reason, whenever he hears this rather familiar sentence, this rather gentle, rather calm voice, as an old-school intellectual, Mao Wenxiong will always involuntarily show a very appreciative smile.

It's exactly the same as his expression now.

"Grid ......"

Barbecue on the second floor of the Milky Way, in this already quite familiar location, Mao Wenxiong gently pushed open the door.

It was the height of summer, and the manager of Zhenhua Bookstore had already changed into a uniform dark blue short-sleeved shirt like the rest of the staff, and still had a nameplate with his name pinned on his chest.

This nameplate is also the biggest difference between Mao Wenxiong and other staff members except for the gray hair on his head.

The so-called difference does not mean that the position engraved on Mao Wenxiong's nameplate is higher---- although it does---- but refers to the nameplate itself, compared to the chests of other employees, Mao Wenxiong's one is obviously much darker, which shows that it has been used for a long time; It's also noticeably smoother, which shows that it's well cared for.

As soon as he pushed open the door, Mao Wenxiong saw Wu Xiaoyu waiting by the door at first sight.

This is another advantage of Wu Xiaoyu that makes him very good.

In Mao Wenxiong's impression, this young man has the style of an ancient gentleman, frank and unrestrained, and never closes the door; In addition, this young man who can think of others and at the same time is quite hospitable, and often rushes to the door to welcome visitors when they ring the doorbell.

This is a beautiful misunderstanding.

When he was at home, Wu Xiaoyu never closed the door, because 1A7489 could attack or flee one more person in a more extreme situation...... the route of transfer;

And Mao Wenxiong can always see Wu Xiaoyu rushing to the door as soon as possible, because the parasite that has passed the transformation can already be guessed from the sound coming from the corridor, according to the weight of the footsteps, the frequency of the steps, etc., the identity and intention of the visitor.

In addition, for 1A7489, where every second counts, rushing to the door to welcome it as soon as possible is not a preferential treatment that everyone can get.

The distinguished guest who can get this treatment must meet a rather strict condition: the affairs brought by the distinguished guest must be clear, no longer involved, simple and easy to handle.

To put it in layman's terms, whenever a monkey of extremely low importance runs to the door, 1A7489 will immediately order the parasite to seize all the time and do everything possible to get the matter done as soon as possible.

Yes, 1A7489, who was hospitable and had the style of an ancient gentleman, stood by the door for the first time to welcome him, which means that poor Mao Wenxiong belongs to the insignificant category of little reptiles who should be sent away as soon as possible.

"Mr. Wu, good afternoon."

Old Crawler Road.

"Manager Mao, good afternoon."

Wu Xiaoyu gently shook hands with the old reptile, and out of the corner of his eye, he had already seen two large cardboard boxes behind the old reptile.

Seize all the time, do everything possible, and get the matter done as soon as possible.

So, Wu Xiaoyu immediately picked up one of the boxes and walked quickly to the study.

This kind of move, which surprised Mao Wenxiong at first, has long been strange after several book delivery businesses. He smiled slightly, and followed Wu Xiaoyu to the study.

As the manager of Zhenhua Bookstore, Mao Wenxiong's position is not low, it is high, but in any case, except for the first visit to a major customer and the specific address, the affairs of delivering books to the door with staff are actually not within the scope of his work.

However, Mao Wenxiong did just that.

The first few times he did this, Mao Wenxiong naturally did it to collect a few copies of Song calligraphy works and satisfy his curiosity, but the reason for doing so a few times later was mainly because of Wu Xiaoyu's study.

Very interesting study.

Since the first two months, when Mao Wenxiong was delivering books, he had found that after buying books in large quantities almost every half a month, Wu Xiaoyu's originally spacious study room gradually ran out of space when filled with two or three, or five or six large cardboard boxes of books at a time.

Since then, the bookcases on the three walls have been filled with books, and dense bookshelves have been erected in the room.

What interests Mao Wenxiong is that since more than a month ago, almost every time he entered Wu Xiaoyu's study, he would feel that Wu Xiaoyu's study could no longer fit many books and no bookshelves. And at that time, Wu Xiaoyu would always change the layout of the room slightly from an angle he didn't expect, for example, add a few crossbars, or set up a few plastic plates, to increase a lot of available space again.

This is what Mao Wenxiong finds very interesting, or rather, very observable.

After all, if the renovation only happens once or twice, it is just an ordinary use of space, and it is not very strange.

However, judging from the current situation, Wu Xiaoyu's magical study, no matter how it is added, it will not be filled with books, and after the number of times, Mao Wenxiong even has the illusion that when the volume of books reaches a flat yard and will exceed the room space, Wu Xiaoyu will come up with a way to solve it. In addition, in this ordinary study room, although Wu Xiaoyu placed books far beyond the same space in an ordinary library, it did not look particularly crowded and cramped.

When these thoughts were turned, following behind Wu Xiaoyu, Mao Wenxiong walked slowly, already walking through the long living room and walking up to the third-level dark red tiles. Then, Mao Wenxiong took out a thin digital camera from his pocket, lowered his head to adjust the focus of the light, and then stepped on the wood-grain floor and entered Wu Xiaoyu's study.

"Ahh

After entering the study, at the first glance, Mao Wenxiong's hands trembled, and the digital camera worth 5,328 yuan immediately left his grasp and fell straight to the ground.

At this time, before Mao Wenxiong's heart had time to speed up the beating frequency, a black shadow flashed in the room, and Wu Xiaoyu, who had already placed the box, quickly bent down and quickly stood up straight.

"Be careful, Manager Mao."

Then, in Mao Wenxiong's ears, he heard Wu Xiaoyu's voice still very gentle and gentle under this extremely fast movement.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Mao Wenxiong, who was very lucky in his heart, hurriedly took a few deep breaths to eliminate the dizziness that instantly erupted in his mind.

After a short while, he stretched out his slightly trembling right hand, took the digital camera from Wu Xiaoyu's hand, and said continuously: "Thank you!" Thank you, Mr. Wu. ”

"You're welcome...... Wu Xiaoyu waved his hand and said, "But, Manager Mao, your face ...... It doesn't seem to be very good, so be careful not to work too hard. ”

"Uh......"

After suddenly witnessing the emotional shock caused by the great changes calmed down a little, Mao Wenxiong couldn't care about Wu Xiaoyu's instinctive polite care, and he asked anxiously: "Mr. Wu, how did your study become like this?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Wenxiong immediately realized that he had said something stupid, and the study would change, naturally because of Wu Xiaoyu's will, and naturally Wu Xiaoyu asked someone to transform it.

But......

"No, it's not, but...... Mr. Wu, your study ...... Your study ......"

Incoherently, Mao Wenxiong wanted to change his words and ask in a different way, but due to the confusion in his mind for a short time, he couldn't phrase it properly.

In front of his eyes, Wu Xiaoyu's room, which used to be densely packed with bookshelves, was empty at this time, and only the wall cabinets on both sides were still filled with books of various colors and specifications.

That's not the point, though.

What made Mao Wenxiong unable to grasp the digital camera just now, and now he can't properly phrase it is......

Wu Xiaoyu's study......

The top of this study......

No, Wu Xiaoyu's study has no top.

In other words, the top of Wu Xiaoyu's study is twice as high as the original......

And so on and so forth......

For a long time, Mao Wenxiong's mind still couldn't find a suitable way to explain the changes in front of him.

However, the situation in his eyes was clear.

In the simplest words, at this time, standing on the second floor of the barbecue galaxy, standing in Wu Xiaoyu's study, Mao Wenxiong's eyes could directly see the ceiling on the third floor of the barbecue galaxy.

In other words, the changes in Wu Xiaoyu's study room are that the ceiling version of the room is directly demolished, and the second is that a new spiral staircase has been built, which can go directly to the third floor.

After concentrating slightly and regaining his composure a little, Mao Wenxiong followed behind Wu Xiaoyu, who was holding the box, and stepped on the unheard of steps in the middle of the study building.

"Ahh

As soon as he walked out of the empty "ceiling window", Mao Wenxiong exclaimed.

Then the poor old man stood dumbfounded, his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open.

He didn't know that he should be glad that he had been taken aback just now, otherwise, the sight in front of him would definitely make him unable to stand still, and even roll down the stairs.

Because, in Mao Wenxiong's widening eyes, the scene he saw at this time was almost exactly the same as what he saw thirty minutes ago.

Thirty minutes ago, Mao Wenxiong was still on duty at the bookstore.

At this time, he was standing on the third floor of the barbecue galaxy.

At this time, in front of Mao Wenxiong's eyes, in the space on the third floor, except for a few main walls that must never be demolished, the other positions that should have been walls have all been opened.

In addition, although most of the walls are gone, Mao Wenxiong's vision is not free to see in all directions.

Because, in a position that Mao Wenxiong is extremely familiar with, or in other words, in the impression of an extremely familiar position, the third floor of the barbecue galaxy is actually the same as Zhenhua Bookstore, in the same direction, the same spacing, the same position, there are exactly the same bookshelves, bookcases, desks and books.

The third floor of the barbecue galaxy has become a branch of Zhenhua Bookstore.

"Mr. Wu......"

After a long silence, staring at Wu Xiaoyu's eyes, Mao Wenxiong finally couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Wu, what do you want to do when you buy so many books?" ”

"Of course I want to see it."

Wu Xiaoyu replied honestly.

"See?" Mao Wenxiong's eyes were full of suspicion.

As long as normal human beings, after seeing the scale in front of them, and the determination that this scale implies, they will no longer regard this way of buying books as a nouveau riche display, or as a real purpose for collecting and reading.

See!

Look at your ......!

Have you seen it all?

In Mao Wenxiong's mind, a series of thoughts suddenly popped up.

However, veteran intellectuals naturally have a more euphemistic saying: "What about after reading it?" ”

"Done? Then donate, donate to others who need it, and continue to use it. ”

"How much?" ----How many have you read?

"......" Wu Xiaoyu pointed to the corner, and Mao Wenxiong saw more than a dozen large cardboard boxes stacked together.

"All of them donate?" ----You've read all of those?

"Yes, I'll donate later, I just want to ask your car to help......

"Donate later! Why! This sentence, Mao Wenxiong, an elderly man, used a tone that only a young man with strong blood can shout.

Donate later! That's a million-dollar book!

"Why?" Wu Xiaoyu said in a slightly puzzled voice: "Because they are useless." (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )