It's not good to be a good teacher, and it's even more important to mislead people's children.

Originally, I was going to find some useful exercises in writing tutorials for Xiao Yu to try, but the idea was quickly "wet" by the writing book that folded into a small mountain. ”

The mood also became wet, with a slight awkwardness and unclear crampedness.

When I checked the shelves, I found some more books, Forster's Face-to-Face Look, and perhaps the most well-known part of the book is the flattened and archetypal characters in it; Rilke's "Letters to the Young Poets", a book of ten letters that are more like poems than poems, burst into tears when I read them; Vargas Llosa's collection of essays, "Letter to the Home of Youth", "The House of Innocence and Sentimentality" by the Turkish author Orhan Pamuk, winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature, and a copy of Lukacs's "Theory" leaning next to it.

If philosophy is a kind of homesickness, maybe it really is a second life, I put these books next to the tutorial, and Douzi's bright eyes immediately saw two identical books.

"There are two books of 'The House of Innocence and Sentimentality.'"

"Really?"

"Lixia is not stupid, the third book on the left side of the third row of bookshelves, is it "Naive and Sentimental Home"?"

I looked in the direction that the beans were pointing, and there was indeed another copy.

"Lixia's habit of buying books repeatedly can't be cured." Douzi seemed to be smiling, I glared at him, and he laughed with Xiaoyu again.

Xiao Yu was just tall enough to reach the third row of bookshelves, so he took the book out and returned to Douzi.

"Brother Bean, this book seems to be brand new." Xiao Yu said.

"It's really brand new, eh, it looks like there's a note in there."

"Note?" I got off the stool, and before I could get to Douzi, Douzi raised his hand high, still holding a small card in his hand.

"To the future home. Lixia. Xiao Yu tiptoed to read the words on the card, "2016, Xia." ”

"It's Lixia's handwriting." Douzi said with a smile.

"Give it back to me." I jumped up to retrieve the card from Bean's hand, the white card had no pattern on it, it was a simple card that I had chosen, and it was the last one of the many cards, sticky notes, and stationery with the pattern.

White as the sound of a still wind, the implication is that inspiration is born from it.

I hope that those who receive this book will be inspired by their white hearts.

This book was wanted to be given to Senior Ming Yang at that time.

Is......

"Xiaoyu, give me back the card."

In a trance, the card has reached Xiao Yu's hand, Xiao Yu grabbed the card and ran around the house, I turned left and looked right, and I couldn't grab Xiao Yu's hand like an eagle grabbed a chicken to take the card back.

Anger can only be directed at the beans.

With red eyes, tears seemed to be pouring out of his eyes.

"Lixia is not happy?" Douzi put away his smile, knowing that maybe the joke was a little too big, and while taking a tissue and handing it to me, he shouted, "Xiaoyu, return the card to my sister." ”

"Huh?" Xiao Yu had already run past me, and when he heard Douzi say this, he turned around and ran back, "Give it back to my sister." ”

"Thank you."

I took the card and sat down, with an unconcealable displeasure on my face.

"Don't be sad, I'm sorry, Lixia-san."

"It's okay, it's good that I didn't send it out anyway, and I didn't write who it was for."

"Yes, yes, maybe Lixia wants to give it to someone who wants to be a family, it should be someone who loves to read, there's nothing to be angry about, even if it wasn't given out in the end, right?"

I shook my head, "Actually, I really wanted to send it out, and I was very happy to know that there was someone who was also creating, so to speak, and I couldn't sleep with excitement, and I was reading Pamuk's "Istanbul: Memories of a City" at that time......

I was very moved to read this innocent and sentimental home, so I wanted to recommend it to like-minded people, and it happened that the senior's birthday was coming, so I had this new book.

Seeing that I stopped halfway through my speech, Douzi asked, "What happened later?" Why haven't you sent it out for two years? Did that person graduate? ”

"Ah, don't talk about the past." I took a deep breath and waved my hand heartily, "Only to find out later that it was just wishful thinking on my part." ”

"Is it the person that Sister Lixia likes?" Xiao Yu looked at me like a little adult, and there seemed to be a little sympathy in his eyes.

"It's not someone I like, it's just wishful thinking that the other person is also a person I like, and I like to read as much as I do, and I want to write some stories of my own."

Is there really such a big deviation in the feeling that the seniors give me? It's not that I'm stupid and can't tell the difference between Coca-Cola and Pepsi, but I mistake the sour plum soup for Coke.

It's a terrible feeling.

"Sister Lixia, don't be upset, why don't you give it to me. No, no, I've bought this book, can I give me this card in it? ”

Xiao Yu took the book from my hand and held it to his chest.

"Sold to you? At your age, you may not be able to read this book. ”

"It's okay, I'm going to middle school right away, and I'll be able to read it soon."

Xiao Yu insisted on buying it, taking out five coins from his pocket.

"It's five bucks." The innocent expression was obsessed.

Douzi had already laughed, "Xiaoyu, you want to buy a new book for five yuan, it's too much, it's too much." ”

"Didn't Brother Douzi say that Mr. Jin Yong once sold his TV copyright for one yuan!"

Xiao Yu's rebuttal made Douzi dumbfounded, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"I can come and work."

"Part-time job?"

I looked at the beans, but the guy just laughed and couldn't help at all.

This is a little strange, Xiaotong said that Xiaoyu's family is very rich, and today he only took out five yuan, it seems that he only brought five yuan today.

I guess that five yuan is definitely not prepared by parents to buy books for Xiaoyu, maybe it is pocket money to buy water or drinks, and now five yuan is not too much for children in this era, and many primary school students have dozens or even hundreds of yuan of pocket money, after all, the price of an ice cream is nearly ten yuan.

The convenience store will run out of three yuan and five jiao for a bottle of Coke, and the remaining one yuan and five jiao is not enough to buy a tea egg.

If you want to buy a book, five yuan is not enough to read at all.

So...... Xiaoyu thought of working part-time to pay off the book bill?

I was moved by him and nodded, "Then I'll give it to you, I don't want your money, but Xiaoyu has to promise my sister one thing." ”

"I can come to work at this time of every afternoon."

Before I could speak, Xiao Yu said again: "It's okay at this time every afternoon, as long as you go back before four o'clock." ”