The scorching sun hangs high in the sky, next to a bookstall outside Anting Park, a white-haired old man is sitting on a small bench, holding a somewhat yellowed book and reading carefully.

It was summer at the moment, and the scorching sun made the old man who read the book sweat profusely, and the sixty grandmothers on the side were also the same.

"Fan yourself, I'm not that hot." The old man closed the book in his hand, looked at the grandmother on the side and said with concern.

"I'm not hot." Grandma said this, and then looked at the old man and couldn't help but smile a little, and asked with a light smile: "How many years have we been selling books here?" ”

Listening to Grandma's question, the old man looked thoughtful, and after a long time, he said lightly: "It seems to have been sixty years." ”

"Sixty years? It's not like, it's been sixty years. Grandma smiled and said, and her smile was narrow, and she said lightly: "Presumably, in the future, we can't continue like this, right?" ”

"Who knows the way?" The corners of the old man's mouth were a little noncommittal, and after a moment, he replied.

"Shall we get out of here, then?" The folding fan in her hand was slow, and Grandma asked lightly with a consultative tone.

"What's the hurry, sixty years have passed, and I still care about these two or three days. Tomorrow, I will transfer the bookstall and leave. Turning the page of the book in his hand, the old man narrowed his eyes and said with a light smile.

Listening to the old man say this, Grandma nodded slightly and didn't say anything.

Time passed, day passed, and on this day, no one patronized the bookstall. But the old man and the grandmother are self-satisfied, so unhappy.

The sunset hung on the horizon, and the old man was Grandma Yu who took the bookstall and went in the direction of her home, and the surrounding stall owners looked at this scene and did not feel any surprise, because of these years. The two of them have always been like this.

Dawn dispelled the darkness, the morning light scattered on the ground, in the distance, the old man of the bookstall Yu Na Grandma was slowly coming, the morning light pulled their figures to the elder, and at this moment some stall owners were also like yesterday, came to set up stalls.

"Yo. Uncle Yan, it's still so early today. A young man in his twenties couldn't help but say hello when he saw the old man coming.

A greeting for the youth. The old man waved his hand slightly, and then walked to his usual stall, took out the books, and began to put them away. Grandma was beating on the side, her eyes soft. It's calm.

The books were neatly arranged by the old man after a few minutes, and at this time, the old man took out a note with "transfer" printed on it from his bosom and put it on the bookshelf, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Finding the extra transfer on the bookshelf, the stall owners around Yigan couldn't help but feel a little strange, and the people who usually had some friendship with the old man walked over slowly and immediately asked.

"Elder Yan. Are you leaving? ”

Nodding slightly. The old man smiled and replied, "Yes, I should go." But this bookstall, I still can't let go, and now I transfer it out, I hope someone can ask for it. ”

"Probably so." As soon as the old man's words came out, the people around him looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, what age is this, and there will be people reading books? But not to let the old man have any disappointment in his heart. The surrounding stall owners also did not say what was in their hearts.

"Hmm." The old man replied like this, then took a book and read it, and the surrounding stall owners didn't say anything when they saw this, and walked back to their stalls to wait for customers to come to the door.

The old man reads books, and the grandmother takes care of the old man. It was noon soon, and by this time, no one from the bookstall had come to take a look.

"Looks like no one is coming." Sighing softly, Grandma said to the old man.

"If no one comes, then no one comes." The old man replied, and then he didn't care,

When the time came to dusk, the old man and his grandmother took the bookstall and left here, and the stall owner was also busy with all kinds of things.

The next day, when the morning came, the sun was shining, and near Anting Park, stalls appeared one after another, and the bookstalls that had been placed here for 60 years were absent today.

When he found that the bookstall did not appear, the surrounding stall owners immediately became strange, and some chattering began again.

"Yan Lao's bookstall doesn't seem to have appeared today."

"yes, it's almost noon, and it hasn't even appeared yet, so it's possible that it won't come."

"It should be, I've been setting up a stall here for sixty years, and it's normal to leave."

"Sixty years, Yan Lao can really persevere, if it were me, he would never be able to do it."

"Yes, but I'm a little curious about how Elder Yan supports himself, you know, I haven't seen him sell a book in the past ten years, where does the income come from?"

"Income, who knows? Maybe Yan Lao has another way."

"Absolutely, otherwise how would he have survived until now?"

"What do you want to do with that. But now I feel the taste of people walking and people going to empty buildings. ”

"By the way, the hundred magic stones that Yan Lao lost to me in the last chess game haven't been cashed yet, and I'm going to make a big deal."

After a little discussion, the surrounding stall owners gradually shifted their words away from the bookstall.

At this moment, on the roof of a high-rise building near Anting Park, the old man of the bookstall and his grandmother are standing quietly. I only saw the old man smile hesitantly, and said with some laughter.

"I'm still thinking about the 100 magic stones last time, so I'll pay you back." As the voice fell, the old man's palm was raised, and a small bag containing a hundred magic stones flew away, stopping in front of the stall of the man who said that he owed the magic stones.

"Huh. Why is there an extra hundred magic stones? For the small bag that appeared, the stall owner opened it in confusion, and immediately made a strange move after checking it, and the surrounding stall owners immediately ran over when they heard the sound, and their hearts began to look at the luck of why this person was so good. A little lively atmosphere has spread out of this stall at this moment.

"Let's go. Went back. "I saw the bustle of the stalls below. The old man smiled slightly, and as he spoke, he walked forward.

The old man's footsteps were very fast, and he reached the edge of the roof, and at this time, the old man did not stop. Grandma didn't stop it, and then she saw that the old man was stepping towards the void in front of him.

This step, pause. The old man stepped into the air, and his body fell downstairs, and at this time, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the old man's body, and the blood-colored light on his body slowly stopped in the air. (To be continued......)