The rainy season that began in June and continues into July.

Taking advantage of the early morning when I got up in the cloudy clouds and it had not yet rained, I started to run along Shangnan Road, jogging straight towards the source area of the World Expo, which was the exhibition area of the 2008 World Expo, and it has been ten years since the World Expo.

In the past ten years, in the blink of an eye, this area has indeed become more prosperous than before.

Passing by here again in the early morning, I couldn't remember what this place used to look like, what it was like ten years ago.

I just remember that the trail along the river had not yet been built at that time, and I didn't even know that I actually lived so close to the Huangpu River, and I was so close to the river.

A feeling of coolness and comfort came over me, and even though it rained sporadically on the way back to running, my mood was still bright.

It's a pity that this rainy season is a problem for some people after all.

The first time I met Mr. Takayama in the store, it was raining that day, he didn't bring rain gear, so he stayed in the bookstore for a while, and the last time, Mr. Takayama prepared a raincoat in his bag, and when he went out, it was raining a lot, Mr. Takayama put on a raincoat and looked at the clothing store next door, turned to me and said, "Don't forget about the Charity Book Fair." After that, he walked into the rain in style, whether he came by bicycle or by car or on foot, I still don't know anything.

Looking at his back, I just think that this person is probably a good person.

My grandfather once said, "People who love to read are not bad." I often think of this sentence, and when I interact with people, I always have a good impression of the person who reads.

Douzi stood behind me and suddenly spoke, "When did Jin Yong write the book "Nine Yin and Nine Yang"? I'm not impressed. ”

Douzi is still serious, I'm afraid that there has indeed been a "Nine Yin and Nine Yang" written by Jin Yong in this world, but this Jin Yong is not the Jin Yong who "shoots white deer in the sky", nor is it Jin Yong who asked Ni Kuang to ghostwrite before he had time to write a serial, let alone Jin Yong, who prefers the lord of Minmin who is full of love and regret for Xiao Zhao.

This "Nine Yin and Nine Yang" must be a fake book, and it can even be said that it is a fake book in the name of Jin Yong.

I asked Douzi why there are such fake books, Douzi thought for a long time and suddenly said, "Maybe it's because there is demand, because there are many people who read books, and there are too many people who like Jin Yong, and the books of other martial arts writers may not sell well, and their fame can't be compared with Mr. Jin Yong, so unscrupulous merchants don't hesitate to print some martial arts written by other authors with their conscience, and print Jin Yong's big name." ”

Also, in the past years, information was far less developed than it is today, and not everyone who likes Jin Yong knows which martial arts works Jin Yong has written and which ones are not from Jin Yong's pen.

There are many counterfeiters in the works of another author, that is, Gu Long, I also saw a martial artist with Gu Long's name written on my grandfather's bookshelf, but no matter how you look at it, it was not written by Gu Long.

But it's hard to say whether it's or not, because Gu Long himself has ghostwritten, and no one can say anything about the writer, right? ”

So how did readers of the past tell if a book was genuine or fake?

Probably with sincerity and love, look at the writing and feel the steady spirit, these seemingly metaphysical methods are sometimes really worth relying on.

This year's kazuka leaves are luxuriant.

Cuttings are easy to propagate, like damp and fertile places, recent rains are frequent, the roadside incense and vine periwinkle compete to grow, every roadside fence can see vine periwinkle like a waterfall to the side of the road, almost at any time will entangle the ankles of passers-by.

It seems that the camellia leaves after the two are a little sluggish.

It's not its season after all.

When there are raindrops of different sizes hanging on the incense, I think of the sentence "big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate", although it is a description of the sound, when looking at the slender green leaves of the incense holding the raindrops, from a distance like a little starlight falling on the plants, full of diamonds crystal clear, but it has its own fun, not worldly.

It is also bright, the stars are far away, and the rain on the street is fragrant.

This is a unique landscape of the rainy season, where the rain is abundant and lasts long enough for the mundane roadside flowers and plants such as incense and periwinkles to thrive.

In the faint sunlight, it is a piece of elegance.

Stepping on the wet brick road, the annoying days of rain have washed out a bit of mountain atmosphere, which actually reminded me of the day I went to Nanjing to visit the Bauhinia Mountain Observatory in my sophomore year, which was also such a rainy day.

The breath of the mountains is what the city desires and cannot seek, there is no mountain in Shanghai, only Sheshan is a famous mountain, but it is a small hill, less than 100 meters high.

It is rare, because the roadside plants have been planted very well in recent years, and because the trees in the area of Changli Road have grown for several years, thirty years, the trees have grown tall and big, and they are also good shade in summer.

So there is this trance mountain breath.

I just wanted to sigh that the rainy season is also a special taste, and the mobile phone suddenly rang.

Grandma was a little irritable on the other end of the phone, and it was rare to hear grandma sighing, I guess the rain made my grandfather uncomfortable.

The house on the first floor is most afraid of rain, and when it rains a lot, there is no dryness in the room, and this year's rain seems to be more generous than in previous years, and I am afraid that my grandfather's joint pain will be committed again.

I hurried back to my grandmother's house, only to see my grandfather holding a bamboo leaf fan, sitting on a wicker chair and rocking it, looking preoccupied.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" I asked cautiously.

"Hey, it's the most annoying rainy day, I'm not saying that the rain is bad, I like it when it rains, but it's not good to rain all the time."

"Yes, yes, there is a lot of rain this year." While talking to my grandfather, I took the corn from my grandmother.

"Delicious......" I took a bite, it was fragrant, glutinous and sweet, just like the taste when I was a child.

I couldn't eat corn like this in college.

"In the morning, I found a few locals to buy them, they grew them themselves, and there were dozens of them every day, and when they sold out, they closed the stall and went home."

My grandmother winked at me and quietly pointed to the bookshelf next to the guide.

I ate corn, pretended to be walking to the bookshelf, looked down, and it was bad......

Now I know why my grandfather is sad and why my grandmother wants to stop talking, it turns out that the bookshelves are crawling with gray-green mold.

"Huangmei God, it's really a season that is easy to mold." I shifted the blame to Huangmei Yuji, shook my head and said, "Grandpa, this is the first time it has become moldy." ”

"Hmph, isn't it, I haven't been so moldy in any year, how ugly this bookshelf is."

"I'll clean it up for you, and it'll be ready soon, and then we'll dry the books."

After eating the corn quickly, I found dry paper towels and a trash can, as well as a pack of wet wipes, and asked my grandmother for a mask.

The cleaning expert is officially launched.