"But these books are old books."

Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, I was worried that they would soon become soup books.

It doesn't hurt that the sky is bright, and riding a bicycle in the light rain is a special taste.

I love the rain in Shanghai, especially in early summer, which is thin and soft, and the powdered sugar on the fried sugar cake I ate when I was a child is like the rain in early summer in Shanghai.

It is sweet.

If the book is soaked in the rain in early summer, I am afraid that it will be difficult to return to its original appearance after a whole year of sun.

Traces will always be left behind, and this matter needs to be explained by a science student, perhaps from the volume compression of the surface of the paper to the adsorption of molecules...... It's much simpler for a liberal arts student like me.

The most serious problem with soaked pages is fragility.

Some authors often like to describe the girl's skin - blowing bombs can be broken, which can be regarded as praise in the book, and on paper, once soaked in water, can not withstand blowing, and may break when touched lightly, like the layer of glutinous rice paper wrapped around the white rabbit toffee, which melts when it touches saliva.

Ordinary paperback, if printed on 55 grams of paper, a single page is almost 0.08mm, as thin as a cicada's wings, a touch of water, and then a touch of the fingernails, or accidentally torn a little, the whole page is cracked, and it can no longer be pieced back to the original state.

Although these are already second-hand books, the knowledge is still the original knowledge, and it should not be neglected.

"Is Senpai a senior? Which college are you from? ”

"Will you be attending next week's final market?"

The cuteness of the junior girls with a lot of question marks.

The end-of-semester market is a market activity at the end of each semester in our school, where stalls are set up in the square at the entrance of the big canteen to sell their own books, food, clothes, stationery, small electrical appliances and even small pets such as hamsters.

Anyone can sell their own things in the market, whatever they want, as long as someone buys it; It doesn't matter how expensive it is, as long as someone buys it.

I haven't set up a market, but I don't miss it every time, and I have become sharper when I go shopping, just like in college for a long time, which cafeteria has crispy pepper and salt strips, and which college has the most handsome boys...... All have their own set of evaluation criteria.

In the market, the stall of the senior graduates is the most worth visiting, because there are many things that cannot be taken home, or do not want to take home, and it is definitely a good choice to sell them in the market for some money.

Face-to-face transactions, free shipping, convenient for everyone.

Compared with reselling idle fish on Xianyu, you have to take pictures, write product introductions, communicate with buyers, bargain or for shipping issues, chat for 20 minutes in vain, and the traffic is used a lot, and finally it is gone.

There are no such problems in the market, what you see is what you get, you can buy if you like, and you can make friends when you are happy.

I've bought a lot of good things at the market, most of which are books.

Bending down to glance at the stacks of books, one of the "Nova 1 Short Story Collections" had been bought at the market this time last year.

The luck of the day was really good, holding the iced lemon tea out of the canteen, the market has just begun, and there are stall owners grabbing a better position to sort out the goods ready for sale.

At first glance, I saw a short boy squatting in front of the bar.

In front of me was a dark blue IKEA cargo bag, and looking at the angular, raised surface of the bag, I knew it must be a book.

With such fiery eyes, don't think that I don't know you're hiding in a vest if you put on a vest.

I walked straight up to the boy and squatted on the ground, but unfortunately it was all computer textbooks, and I suddenly had a sense of disappointment.

The boy was also a little shy, pushed his black-rimmed glasses, and said, "I don't have any books that girls like here." ”

I looked at his slightly shiny forehead, let go of the straw I was biting, and said with a smile: "No, no, I'll take a look again, the senior is a graduate." ”

"Yes, yes."

He looks like a nerd, and he can be regarded as cute.

But that didn't make up for the growing sense of loss in my heart.