Xiaofeng told me that the two books were sold to Xiaozhu Bookstore a week ago, and the source of the books is unknown.

I told Xiaofeng that I wanted to buy these two books, and Xiaofeng smiled like an older child and said, "Okay, no problem, but why do you seem to care about these two books?" ”

I have to say that Xiaofeng is a person who likes to ask questions very much, and he looks like he is in his early 20s, maybe many people in their 20s are still like teenagers who have a lot of reasons for everything.

On the other hand, Xiaofeng is also very much like a sharp-minded person, and just from the fact that I want to know the origin of the books, I feel that I care a lot about these two books.

Following Xiaofeng's curiosity, I slowly said what was on my mind, and even if I didn't talk about it during this time, Mr. Takayama and the dozens of books he took from the bookstore still affected my feelings.

This feeling is like a cereal floating on the surface of milk, after a long time of soaking, the cereal sinks to the bottom of the cup, but I always look at this cereal, watch it sink, but it seems that I will never see that moment.

The theory of relativity is sometimes a curse.

"I don't know if Mr. Xiao Zhu has seen Mr. Gao Shan recently."

"Takayama? Do you mean the second-rate dealer? ”

"Huh? The teacher is also familiar with him. Douzi interjected.

"Mr. Gao Shan should be a familiar figure in the second-hand book circle in Shanghai, and of course I recognize him."

"Then has Mr. Gao Shan been to Xiaozhu's bookstore recently?"

Teacher Xiao Zhu shook his head and looked at Xiao Feng again, and Xiao Feng also shook his head.

\b "I'm worried about something happening to Mr. Takayama, I haven't heard from him for a long time, and I used to come to my bookstore almost every week to exchange some books. ”

Hearing me say this, Xiaofeng also said: "Before, Mr. Gao Shan would also come to our bookstore every week or two, specifically looking for some cheap books, the books in that corner were too old, sometimes they couldn't sell a copy for a few months, Mr. Gao Shan would bring a few copies back, that is, 3 yuan a piece, this person looks a little weird, and he does things a little mysterious, but I think others are very good." ”

"Well, I'm a little worried."

"Did you ask him on WeChat? I think I will have contact information when I visit your bookstore often. ”

"Yes, yes." I replied.

Xiaofeng asked, "Is there any difficulty?" ”

"Huh?" Is it really good to be such a sharp-minded boy?

Will life be hard and enjoyable?

Since I was a child, I often heard my mother say, don't be too careful, life will be very tiring, like her don't pay attention to anything, life will be more comfortable.

"I just think it'......"

After all, I still didn't tell Mr. Xiao Zhu that there was no news after Mr. Gao Shan took the book from me, but I felt that it was inappropriate, so I put it in my heart again.

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After two months, the good news was that the one that was unintentionally inserted in the willow won the award, so I began to wonder if I was suitable for writing, and whether the distance between liking reading and actually devoting myself to writing was far or close.

The bad news is that Mr. Takayama did not break his promise, he died suddenly of a heart attack at home, and later his grandfather found out that he did have a younger brother who was mentally incomplete, and neither of them had a family and lived alone.

The strange thing is that Mr. Gao Shan does not have a single book at home, but there are many letters of thanks for donations, and he has donated many books to children in poor mountainous areas, with a total of more than 20,000 books.

In November, the morning in Shanghai in early winter will feel cold and cool when running, but the mood will be clear.

I really like Shanghai in November, in early winter, the daylight changes from orange to clean white, the mood is like the stage of singing in ancient times, after a few gusts of wind, the stage is cleaned up, and then the protagonist will appear, all kinds of fresh, interesting, fun, lively and extraordinary.

The daily work of the bookstore has basically stabilized, there will be a reading club activity every weekend, I have no interest, I always just feel that I am the host, and I should entertain the guests, but the content and form of the reading activity, I have never been able to integrate into it, there is a kind of out of place and not exposed, faint, looming, only I know.

The videos of station B have been updated, and the income is much higher than the income of the bookstore itself, in response to Douzi's words, times have changed, and some things must keep pace with the times, otherwise, Mr. Xiaozhu's present is the future of Lixia.

Am I willing to do so? Or am I still thinking about what I should do about it?

Writing?

Because of the award-winning work, the contract signed by the publishing house has been delivered to the store for two weeks.

I didn't look at the contract carefully, Douzi said, it must be signed, Lixia is going to make his debut.

However, after signing the contract, I re-read the work I had submitted, and the more I read it, the more I felt bored.

Maybe it's too familiar, maybe it's an inferiority complex that never faces.

I imagined what I would be like when my work was liked, and I was completely predictable of what it looks like now.

My brother's new girlfriend came to the store, and when the girl saw the books in the store, the corner of her eyes seemed to bloom with a flower called the Milky Way.

"Is there poetry?"

"Yes."

"Is there Latin American literature?"

"Yes."

"Is there a Zhang Ailing?"

"Of course, how could there be no Zhang Ailing."

"What about Wang Xiaobo?"

"Of course, Mr. Li Yinhe also has it."

"Did you buy all these books?"

"Some things, some of them were forwarded to our store by other people."

"Can I buy all the books?"

"No, some can, and some I want to keep for myself."

"Then you can't make money like this, what does the bookstore rely on to make a living?"

"With my brother's support, there is no need for rent here, and we will also participate in some market activities."

"Can I come and help in the future? It is my dream to own a bookstore, and if I only keep a small bookstore for the rest of my life, and then, if there is a loved one who also happens to like reading, it is the most perfect life. ”

My brother looked at me and smiled bitterly, and with one sentence, he drew a wall with the life of his dream with her.

After that day, I happened to hear my brother talk about how girls seemed to prefer me and our little bookstore, and that he was like an outsider.

"Then you think about opening a bookstore, if it's true love, why not? I told my grandfather that I was going to go on a writing retreat, maybe to live in Tibet for a year, maybe to go abroad to study for a master's degree in literature, or to take a creative writing course abroad, in short, to change places. ”

"No, no, no, it's more convenient for me to change my girlfriend, if I let her give up her dream, I'm reluctant."

I can't tell whether my brother's attitude towards feelings is romantic or selfish, and a more appropriate word seems to be reality.

There's nothing wrong with reality, and this is something I learned from the soda in Mayday.

One day he added me as a friend, and when it came to February of the following year, February 2019, he deleted me again.

I wanted to talk to him that day because another "owner" of the book "God's Children All Dancing" had added my friend that day, and he told me that his memory had blurred.

I guessed worst that Arrogance and Biased Sword might never have opened the book, and that the postcard would certainly not have been seen.

Words are like this, they need to be seen by people to produce strange reactions, which can be regarded as the quantum entanglement effect of words.

I didn't know how to tell Mayday Soda about this, and when I hesitated, I said Hi to him, but the other party didn't receive the news at all.

At that moment, I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling inexplicably saved, and the matter was over.

It is the beginning of the bookstore's one-year plan, and it is also a small story that brought me a lot of traffic when I first started to make reading videos on station B.

One line was originally a strand of rope, and one day, I pulled out a thread from it, and this thread was actually like an injury, and the other thread that led from this thread was obviously no better than the previous one.

I don't want to do this anymore, studying, it's still a more personal thing.

In June, we received an invitation to cooperate with the community to build a library, and asked Lixia Bookstore if they would like to participate in this project together, and I promised to come down, and the community library will start to be renovated at the end of the month, and it will be officially opened to the community in three months.

At the beginning of July, I left for Tibet, and in August I came across beans at Maggie Ami Restaurant on Barkhor Street.

"You're still here, huh?" I said to the beans.

"Your grandmother is worried that you won't go back after washing your mind, so let me take a look."

"Okay, let's see." I took a sip of the highland's barley wine.

"Won't you invite me for a drink?" Bean's cheeks had not yet been drunk, and they had been reddened by the sun of the plateau.

"Have you ever thought that maybe I could open a second-hand bookstore in Lhasa?"

"Huh?"

The beans took the glass and drank it down.

"I have a deposit of 100,000 yuan, is the rent here expensive?"

Beans - probably drunk.

I'm Lixia, and Douzi is the one who can guard a small bookstore together for the rest of his life.