Typhoon, heavy rain.

There were only two customers in Xiaozhu's bookstore, me and Douzi.

Xiao Zhu didn't have time to chat with us, and was busy sorting out the piles of books at the door.

From the conversation between Xiao Zhu and another clerk, I learned that these books were just collected from other places, and this trip to collect books was quite long.

The clerk asked Xiao Zhu, after receiving these books, will they be divided according to the income after they are sold or will they be bought out at one time?

Beanzi looked at me, as if he was also interested in the question.

Xiao Zhu replied: "I bought it once, it is impossible to calculate how much money it will give to others after selling it, it is too troublesome, and basically the seller is unwilling." Basically, they are all bought back at once, hundreds of copies, thousands of copies, all the same. ”

"Will there be some books that won't sell?"

Xiao Zhu smiled: "There are always some." ”

I found something special in the pile of old magazines in the innermost part of the bookstore, a yellowed piece of paper rubbing against my calf, although the paper had been dyed with time and mature, the footer was still stubborn and sharp, and it itched and hurt when I walked on the skin of my calf.

The place was so small that it was too inconvenient to lean over to look at it, so I simply squatted down on my knees and pulled out the piece of paper that scratched me from under a few magazines published in the early nineties, and it turned out to be a musical score.

There must be very few customers who shop for music scores in second-hand bookstores, and it's no wonder that Xiao Zhu puts them in such an inconspicuous corner.

Among them is the symphonic oratorio "**", there is a Russian score from 1956, I don't know Russian, but I can recognize it as Bach, the large 16-page print, the brown cover, the paper has been completely yellowed, there is a sense of old precipitation, as if I can hear the sound of the organ in the church.

The Bach family named their children according to the Old Testament. Names such as Hans, Johann, Christian, Mike, Valentine, Christophe, etc., can always be found in the Bach family tree.

The Bach family multiplied from generation to generation, and in 1685, one of the brightest stars was born: Johann Sebastian Bach.

Douzi stood aside and whispered, "This score has been around for more than 60 years, and it is so well preserved." ”

"In the past, people cherished the scores, especially because it was not easy to buy a score, and musicians always held the scores in their hands and read them repeatedly, and every time they read, they could read a lot of new things."

Douzi didn't believe it, squinted at me, and I said softly: "Really, when Bach was a child, he secretly read his brother's score in the dark, and then used the moonlight tide shoe score, and like this night after night, for six months, Bach almost copied all the scores, and at this time, he was suddenly discovered by his brother, and he was beaten so hard that he even took away the score." ”

"Is that an exaggeration?"

"That's true."

I thought about buying a few sheet music to go home, and although the piano and violin were both instruments that I learned as a child, it was impossible for me to pick them up and learn them again, but when I held the scores, I still felt a little nostalgic in my heart, no, a lot of nostalgia to be exact.

"Do you want these scores?" I don't know when Xiao Zhu appeared beside us.

"I—kind of what I want." I replied.

"Then you can pick, there are not many, there are only these, and I don't know much about the price." Xiao Zhu said politely.

I nodded in agreement, and saw Xiao Zhu holding two books in his hand, which were very familiar.

I told myself not to make such a fuss, this is a bookstore, and books are not unique, so it's normal if there are similarities.

But—

My heart was still struggling, but my voice couldn't help but come out.

"Teacher Zhu, can you show me these two books?"

"This?" Xiao Zhu glanced at the two books in his hand.

"Well, can I see it?"

"Oh, here you go." Xiao Zhu handed me the book.

I hurriedly flipped through a few pages, and I was already fully sure that these two books came out of my bookstore.

It was the two books that were sold to Mr. Takayama some time ago.

Douzi saw that my expression was not normal, and seemed to guess what was on my mind, so he asked for me.

"Mr. Zhu, did Mr. Gao Shan sell you these two books?"

When Douzi asked, Teacher Xiao Zhu looked confused and said apologetically: "This...... I really don't know, wait, I'll ask Xiaofeng. ”

"Xiaofeng, when will these two books be put into the store?"

Xiao Feng, who was sorting out the books at the door, raised his head and looked at Douzi's raised hands.

"It's "The Leap of Life" and ......" Xiaofeng squinted, looking like he couldn't see clearly without glasses.

Another book is "General History of China" by Mr. Lu Simian.

I told Xiaofeng the title of the book, and Xiaofeng said seriously: "Wait a minute, I'll go to the computer and take a look, there should be records." ”

Xiao Zhu followed and said: "You either read the book by yourself first, and let Xiao Feng take a look at the records, but do you know Gao Shan?" ”

"I know, Mr. Takayama is also a frequent visitor to our place." I don't plan to hide it from Mr. Xiao Zhu, he has been running a second-hand bookstore for many years, and now I am also the owner of a second-hand bookstore, and those who originally opened a bookstore did their own business, and there was no competition.

So, I briefly introduced a few sentences to Mr. Xiao Zhu to Lixia Bookstore, and Mr. Xiao Zhu said happily: "Ah, it was originally a bookstall in the Temple of Literature." ”

"Well, my grandfather set up a bookstall in the Temple of Literature, and then the whole family moved to Pudong, and I basically didn't go to the Temple of Literature to set up a stall in the past two years."

"In the 90s, the Temple of Literature was one of the favorite places for Shanghai readers, and the second-hand book market cost a ticket, do you know how many tickets you can sell in a day at the most?"

“3000？” Beans are not small, just guess when you say it.

Teacher Xiao Zhu shook his head, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was like a sunflower in summer, warm and warm.

"Huh? Too little or too much? In the nineties, if it was the early nineties, the salary would have been a few hundred dollars. ”

"Yes, the salary was only more than 100 at the earliest."

I secretly laughed and didn't join the two-player game.

Beanzi looked at me, as if to get some hint from me, and I deliberately turned away and continued to look at the sheet music from the fifties and sixties.

“5000？” Beanzi guessed again.

"Less?"

"So 8000? It couldn't be more. ”

"No, you have to be bolder, young man, there are many people in Shanghai who like to read, otherwise how could we have a second-hand bookstore to operate. Don't underestimate your elders' enthusiasm for reading more than 20 years ago. ”

I couldn't help but smile and encouraged Douzi to guess boldly, and Douzi finally guessed, "Could it be that there are really tens of thousands of people crowded into the Temple of Literature to buy books?" ”

"Yes, there are tens of thousands." Teacher Xiao Zhu laughed heartily, and his mood was inexplicably bright.

The sound of the rain outside the glass door seemed to be cut off from another world by the laughter of the three of us.