"Senior sister, please, sell it to us cheaper, it's not convenient for you to bring it back, right?"

"Xiaoqin is right, senior sister, if it's cheap, let's pick a few more, and buy five or six copies for one person, which can also help you reduce some of the burden."

I embarrassedly wiped the rain from my face and glanced affectionately at my book and the bicycle chain dangling on the ground.

Otherwise, push back to the dormitory, but the dormitory is not close, not to mention, I was the last to leave the dormitory, and when I left, I told the aunt in the dormitory that there was no one in 305.

Auntie has already sealed the dormitory.

Or sell them a few books and stuff the rest into their bags......

To be honest, such a small thing seemed to knock me down, and I realized for the first time that I was not a super hesitant person.

"Senior sister, I want that copy of Cortázar on Cortázar." The girl couldn't help but squat on the ground and try to pull the book out of the stack, completely ignoring the blue skirt kissing the rain on the ground.

Just seeing the spine of the book was no longer enough to satisfy her desire for the book.

I'm familiar with this feeling.

"Wow, come and see, there is also a portrait of Gao Mang in this book, that is, this beard seems to be a little long and a little dense, and there is more flesh on the face, it is said that after Cortázar entered middle age, he became more and more baby-faced, but this painting ......"

"There's a little too much meat on my face, a little bit baby fat."

The three girls laughed as they spoke, ignoring the fact that the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

I looked up at the sky, and the clouds around the literary building were shining with a faint golden light, and the wind was blowing in this direction, and I was afraid that the rain would not be long after.

In Shanghai in early summer, the rain is a gust of wind and a gust of rain, a gust of wind, and a burst of sunshine.

It's like the song sung by Wang Leehom, the sun washed in the spring rain.

But the sky did not fulfill people's wishes, the rain intensified, and the rain poured down.

"Except for this one, everything else is fine."

After saying my decision, the girl holding the book suddenly had a sad face, as if she had fallen out of love.

"Xiaoqin, don't think about it so much, let's buy books first."

"One Song of Ogura Hundred People", "The Tale of Genji" two volumes, "The Five Classics of Moses" hardcover, "Tao'an Dream Remembering the Dream of West Lake" by Huaxia Publishing House, Hermann Hesse's "Wanderer's Boarding House", Kyogoku Natsuhiko's "West Lane Says a Hundred Things", about a dozen books, the girls all grabbed them.

At this time, a girl exclaimed, "Is this "All Fires Return to One"? ”

"No, we didn't even see it."

"It's really, I read that right, at the bottom."

"Which version of "All Fires Are One"?" The girl holding a stack of books couldn't squat down or bend over, so she could only keep asking, "Which edition is it?" ”

"June 2009, the People's Literature Publishing House's edition." I say.

"Ah!!!!!h

The girl almost jumped up in excitement, her feet alternately stepping on the ground, splashing like a crown.

"Buy, buy, buy, you have to buy, this is the version translated by Mr. Fan Ye, and it has not been re-published until now."

"The recent collection of short stories from Tassar includes short stories from All Fires Are One."

I was interrupted in the middle of my talk by the schoolgirl.

"No, as a dual reader of Mr. Fan Ye and Mr. Cortázar, not Mr. Fan Ye's translation of Cortázar, I always feel a little less flavorful for me."

I:...... The reader's heart is as deep as the sea.

"Sell it to us."

"Yes, does the senior sister have WeChat or QQ, you must have a lot of books."

"No, no, no, senior sister can have so many hard-to-buy editions, she must be a master of finding books."

I was busy explaining them one by one, clumsy and exhausted.

It was another gust of wind, rolling up the leaves of the camphor trees, carrying the rain of early summer, drenching on passers-by, and it was lingering and moist for everyone.