The air conditioner is truly a great invention that saved humanity.

The elder brother leaned back on the back of the chair, saying that he hadn't worked so hard for many years, and sighed that technology saved mankind.

It took five rounds to move all the books, and if you thought it was too hot, too hot, the journey became unbearable.

This is especially useful when psychological suggestion is especially effective, imagining that you are walking in an ice cave, imagining that the hot wind blowing on your body is actually the wind blowing from the dark and gloomy part of the cold cellar.

Or think about those terrible urban legends, Tomie, Uzumaki.

Back at the bookstore, the temperature plummeted, and the psychological hints were successful, and the melted body suddenly froze, like putting ice cream into the freezer.

It turns out that exercise under the scorching sun will really melt, but fortunately, the book is not ice cream, and it will not melt and will not cause heat stroke.

Compared with people, books actually like the sun, but they can't be overexposed, the cover of color printing is easy to fade, and the paper is easy to become brittle after being exposed to the sun.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed three passion fruit and a bottle of light to unflavored soda, strained out the juice of the passion fruit, mixed it into the soda, and filled three glasses each.

"Drink water, hard work."

In this way, I owe my brother a favor, and I have begun to think about returning this favor.

"That's a lot of books."

I held the cup in my hand, drank half of it, and thought about tidying up.

Two hundred dollars, more than five hundred books...... And it is likely that a few books alone will cost more than two hundred.

It's a little too cheap.

As I pondered, the doorbell rang.

Huh! Huh?

My brother looked at me, I looked at the beans, and neither of them spoke, allowing the doorbell to ring again.

The feeling of being a thief with a weak heart could not be more appropriate.

"It's not like someone is asking for a book." Beanzi whispered.

My brother also looked at me with wide eyes, "Possibly, Lixia, or don't open the door." ”

The doorbell didn't ring again, and I patted my chest, not knowing why I was so nervous.

I always feel that this book is too cheap, and it is not directly collected from the original owner and recycled to the store, so it is inevitable to be a little worried.

I comforted myself, it's okay, it's okay, I guess it's okay if I don't chase it now.

- Knock knock!

"This knock on the door, Lixia, we shouldn't have heard it."

Cover your ears and steal the bell? That's an idea that only people outside the door would come up with.

The knocking on the door is getting more and more urgent, perhaps because of my psychology.

"It's okay, I'll open the door, if it's really here to get the book back, just give it to them, right, we're also innocent, we're also victims, we don't know."

I walked outside, opened the door, and it turned out to be Mr. Takayama.

"Excuse me, excuse me, did I disturb your rest? Not business hours? ”

I quickly explained, "No, no, we just went back to the bookstore, and it was too hot...... That ......"

I'm not a sharp-toothed, quick-witted girl.

On the floor and on the table were stacks of books that had not yet been organized, which naturally attracted Mr. Takayama's attention.

My brother saw Mr. Takayama for the first time, and when he saw me talking to him, he knew that he was not an ordinary reader, and he didn't bother to get up when he sat in a chair.

Douzi said hello to Mr. Takayama, flipped out his notebook in the stack of books and began to work on the video.

Mr. Takayama bent over, his eyes swept over the new book, and a rhythmic sound came out of his mouth.

It was as if he had a small harmonica in the corner of his mouth, and occasionally a few repeated monotones when he wasn't speaking.

Something like, MI or SO.

After reading it, Mr. Takayama wiped his sweat, "Where did these books come from?" ”

Huh?

"I just got it from a retired teacher in the morning."

I replied.

Mr. Takayama looked at me, looked at the book with a complicated expression, and said with difficulty, "Lixia, actually...... I'm here for your help. ”

"Emergency?" I asked.

"That's right." Mr. Takayama was a little hesitant, and his mouth and feet twitched from time to time when he spoke, but now the problem became more and more serious.

"That's right, Boss Lixia, I want to ask you to buy some books, about fifty copies."

As soon as I heard that it was to buy books, my hanging heart relaxed a little, "Isn't it very common to buy books, why did Mr. Takayama say so seriously, and what did he say about emergencies?" ”

"That's right, I wonder if Lixia has heard of a blind home nearby?"

"Home for the Blind?" I asked Douzi for help, but Douzi knew, and he said, "Is it a non-profit organization?" I went to a charity fair once before, and then I saw an introduction to the home for the blind. ”

"Yes, yes, it's great that you know the Home of the Blind, I'll go on." Mr. Takayama took out a bottle of water from his bag and took several sips in a row, looking thirsty and hurried.

"Originally, I went to the public welfare home today to deliver books, and I said that I would send them 50 books today, but something went wrong."

I've already guessed what Mr. Takayama was referring to when he said the problem.

I guess the book didn't get delivered or something.

"I asked my brother to deliver the book to a McDonald's near the home of the blind on time today, my brother is not very good at brain, but an adult always has to work, I usually ask him to help deliver the courier or something, and I have not delayed anything, but today there was a problem, the book was not delivered to me, I called him, he said that he packed the book last night, but this morning, their ground cracked, as if some underground water pipe was heated and expanded, and finally exploded, and the ground was raised. He also took pictures of me. ”

Mr. Takayama's hands trembled slightly as he handed me the phone, and he couldn't tell what kind of nervousness it was.

Hearing this, I also became nervous.

"It's rare for an underground water pipe to burst in Shanghai." Brother said.

"It's true, it's ankle-topping." I handed my phone to my brother.

"It's so serious, I'll look at the news."

My brother and Douzi began to study the cracking of the ground, and I returned my phone to Mr. Takayama, "So are those books soaked in water?" ”

This is the only thing I can guess, and what bothers Mr. Takayama so much is that he can't get to the home for the blind because of the water he can't get to.

"Yes, my stupid brother said he went to a nearby convenience store to pay his utility bills, and suddenly the water reached his feet, and the two bundles of books on the ground were all flooded."

After Mr. Takayama finished speaking, he shook his head in frustration, his eyes darkened.

"Don't, don't worry."

I comforted.

"Hurry! I don't want to lose my trust in others, especially for public welfare, and I also made up those books, firstly, the books are not bad, and secondly, they are all free for the blind home. ”

"Talk to the person in charge of the home for the blind, this matter can still be explained clearly, and the other party will definitely not blame Mr. Takayama."

Douzi is right, everyone is doing public welfare, doing one thing with love.

Because the water flooded the book, blaming Mr. Takayama, this is absolutely impossible to happen.