"Let's not talk about "Tao'an Dream Memories", this book, this book."

The girl with a double ponytail jumped up and down, for fear that she had seen it wrong.

Following the direction of the girl's finger, several other girls screamed at the same time, "Cortázar on Cortázar!" ”

I couldn't help but laugh when I heard the title of the book.

This book is really hard to buy, in the past two years, the Argentine author has become more and more popular among literary readers in Shanghai, although the limelight is very short of the Latin American literary explosion, but the book of this outstanding author, after the translation of Mr. Fan Ye, once again left a very deep impression in the hearts of Chinese readers.

Many people silently refer to Cortázar as "the favorite author." ”

This kind of love, unlike our love of Márquez, unlike our love of Fuentes, unlike our love of Vargas Llosa, and later with Bolaño, is also Latin American literature, and the love of Cortázar is the kind that, as the Spanish newspaper El País said, the love of Cortázar is something that a whole generation must do.

Of course I love Cortázar, and I stumbled upon it one day at my grandfather's bookstall when I was in high school, and I was already a fan of Cortázar, but I didn't know that there was another such book in the world......

When I encounter a book in which the author talks about the author himself, it is natural to get a treasure, holding it in my hand for fear of melting, and putting it next to my pillow for fear of pain.

On my first day of college, when I picked out a book to bring to school, it jumped into my bag and has been with me ever since.

I certainly don't give it up to other readers lightly.

"Who the hell are these books, if they were cheap, I would like to buy them back."

"If it's expensive, I'll buy it too." Another girl said.

"I really want to see what kind of senior he is, who can have such good taste, is it a senior graduate of our college?"

Embarrassed to keep the students waiting, I picked up my bicycle and carried it up the stairs, leaning against the books.

"Senior sister, is this your book? Is it for sale here? ”

Hearing such a question, I felt a little complacent, this was the first time I was asked if I was selling books, and the taste was not simple, but a little as kaleidoscope of complexity, I couldn't figure it out.

"These books are mine, but I'm not selling them here, it's that the bike just overturned and I'm sorting them out."

I'm afraid that the students will misunderstand, so I want to make it clear at once.

"Can you sell us these books?"

"Well, I want that copy of "Ogura Hyakunen" and "The Tale of Genji", why is this "The Tale of Genji" only in the middle and lower, the first volume?" The girl muttered to herself, as if asking me, but her eyes never took off the books.

"I want that book from Tarsar, senior sister, weakly ask, do you still have his book there? I really wanted an early translation, but I couldn't, and I was worried that I was going to learn Spanish. ”

"Ah, Peking University School of Foreign Languages, Teacher Fan Ye!"

When I met such a cute schoolgirl, I couldn't help but chat with her.

Although this feeling is not as good as Boya's encounter with Zhongzi, it is also the joy of being difficult to talk to you.

"Harm, I have already been admitted to our school, and I can only dream of going to Peking University, it is said that Mr. Fan Ye was also brought into the pit by Mr. Zhao Zhenjiang."

As soon as I chatted a few words, there was a drizzle outside the camphor tree, I hurriedly took off my coat and wanted to block the book, the kind school girl seemed to be more anxious than me, the small white umbrella had been opened, put the book under the umbrella, and her own long flowing hair was instantly covered with a thin layer of raindrops.

Light and moving.

"Senior sister, can you sell us a few books? Please. ”