With the idea of reading, I took advantage of the weekend to take Chen Kun to the bookstore to buy books, but what I didn't expect was that Li Xiuying heard that we were going to the bookstore, and actually carried a huge schoolbag to go with us.

When she appeared in front of me with the thin canvas bag that contrasted with his figure, I was really scared. couldn't help but joke with her: "Sister, we are going to read books, not to grab books, the schoolbag is useless, we have to spend money to buy it." ”

Although she had long been accustomed to my ridicule, Li Xiuying still blushed and looked at Chen Kun helplessly, obviously hoping that Chen Kun could help her out of the siege. But she may have underestimated the lethality of the huge bag on her back, and saw Chen Kun staring at her back in a daze at this time.

Seeing this scene, she seemed to have a sense of understanding, and turned her head sideways to look at the bag that had already reached half of her shoulder, and her face seemed to be even redder.

Seeing this, Chen Kun touched her head helplessly and said, "You put this back, I have a bag there, I will carry it for you first." ”

After saying that, she turned around and went upstairs, and Li Xiuying had to turn around and go back to the dormitory and put down the backpack that was big enough for her. After a while, Chen Kun came down from the stairs panting, twisting an orange backpack in his hand, which was obviously more than one circle smaller than the one Li Xiuying had just now.

He handed her the bag and said, "Try it and see if it fits." ”

Li Xiuying stopped twisting, took the bag in Chen Kun's hand, and carried it on her backhand, Chen Kun helped her adjust the shoulder straps of the backpack, and Li Xiuying shook her shoulders and felt it.

I don't know if the backpack is more suitable, or I feel the love revealed in these small details of Chen Kun. With a shallow smile on his face, he nodded lightly at Chen Kun. Seeing this, Chen Kun naturally took her hand and walked outside, and I had to get up and follow them.

The streets are crowded on weekends, and the winter in Shenzhen obviously didn't stop everyone's enthusiasm on the streets. As soon as I got off the bus, I obviously saw Chen Kun holding Li Xiuying's hand tightly, carefully protecting her behind him, and shuttling with her through the crowded crowd.

Looking at the way he turned around and whispered reminders from time to time, he was a little envious in his heart, he might not be able to give her a rich life, and he might not be able to give her a stable future. But at this time, she is all he has, the object he needs to protect with all his heart, and their hearts should be full of sweetness when they love each other.

Led by the two of them, our three-person team, after a lot of hardships, finally broke out of the encirclement, and fine beads of sweat appeared on my forehead.

The situation of the two of them is not much better, especially Li Xiuying, although Chen Kun tried his best to protect her in the crowd. At this time, the flowing sea in front of her forehead was already glued together, and I even saw wisps of white smoke coming out of her forehead, looking a little embarrassed.

Chen Kun pulled her to stand at the door of the bookstore, she quickly raised her hand to arrange her hair, pulled the messy sea behind her ears, and then obediently hid behind Chen Kun. Looking at the little half of the head exposed behind Chen Kun, he looked towards him with a hint of tiredness in his eyes, as if he had not recovered from the shoulder grinding scene in front of him.

There are many people on the street, and on a rare weekend, everyone walks out of the busy workshop and releases their youthful enthusiasm to the fullest. Although the entrance of the bookstore is also full of people, it is obviously much more relaxed than on the street, and it also gives us a rare respite.

I looked at the people at the door, and when I saw that there was nothing to pay attention to, I turned around and walked towards the bookstore. Maybe it was yesterday's thinking that gave me a new understanding of reading, or maybe it was because I had a strong love for books since I was a child, and as soon as I entered the bookstore, I felt a solemn and solemn feeling.

In stark contrast to the hustle and bustle outside, the bookstore at this time could be heard falling pins, and only the occasional sound of two pages rubbing against each other could be heard, which was the reader rummaging through the book in his hand.

Looking at the rows of bookshelves almost close to the roof, neatly arranged with all kinds of books, I felt like I had entered another world, a world that truly belonged to me. I nodded at Chen Kun and Li Xiuying, who came after me, meaning that I went shopping by myself first.

They didn't say anything, nodded at me and walked down the aisle. Although I like to read, the books I have access to in school are quite limited, and I have read almost all the books that I can access. From the ancient thread-bound books left by my grandfather, to the villain books that my father bought, to the novels of Qiong Yao that my sister borrowed from her classmates.

I don't let go of almost as long as there are square words, but I still feel that it is not enjoyable, and there is a sense of hatred when the book is used. Whenever I have some feelings in my heart that need to be expressed, I will be very annoyed because my words do not reach the meaning.

Now that I have the opportunity to read so many books, I will not let go of this rare opportunity. I glanced around at the fastest speed, quickly found the location of the classic masterpiece, and walked over quickly.

Looking at the hardcover classics on the shelves, imagine what kind of harsh environment the author who once wrote them was, writing this magnificent chapter word by word.

Nowadays, the environment has improved, but there are fewer and fewer people who can calm down and read, especially these classic classics now seem to have lost their reading function except for framing some people's study.

Looking at these huge works in front of me, which took the author's countless efforts to write, an uncontrollable urge to open them gushed out from the bottom of my heart. I picked up a copy of "Dream of Red Mansions" and opened it, and the big stone on the back cover immediately attracted my attention.

Just imagine, how did Cao Gong write this "ridiculous words full of paper" and shed "a handful of bitter tears" in the predicament of "eating porridge and wine often on credit for the whole family". After ten years of review, five additions and deletions.

This man who was born in a family of Ding Shi, grew up under the flowers and clothes, and tasted the sorrows of the world. After all, he left this world forever after the early death of his young son, leaving behind the half of the Red Mansion and the regret of his life.

When the world reads the Red Mansion, it is not only the sentient beings under Cao Gong's wonderful pen, but also the fate of Cao Gong's life behind it.

Obviously, time does not allow me to appreciate this queen's masterpiece that Cao Gong has exhausted his life's energy at this time, so I have to reluctantly retract my gaze. Close the page of the book and continue to explore in this sea of books, and my heart is already tired all the way.

It's not that it's hard to read, it's that I've had to keep giving up one book after another because of my shy wallet.

Every time I put down the book in my hand, it was as uncomfortable as if my soul had been withdrawn from my body, and of course I didn't really love books to this extent. It's just that I'm happy to find a glimmer of light in the dark, so I naturally want to hold it firmly in my hands.

Although I had given up so much, by the time I finally reached the end of the bookshelf, I had a thick stack of books in my hand. When I stood still in the corner of the bookshelf with a sense of relief, I felt a little guilty in my heart.

In the process of selecting the book, I have been carefully calculating the price in my heart, and in the end, all of the things that I have left in my hands are naturally more cost-effective.

If the authors of these books knew that I chose their works because they were relatively cheap to print, I wonder if they would come out of history and point at me by the nose and scold me for insulting Sven.

It's just that I can't care about more at this time. Rather than being cautious in my heart, I want to go back as soon as possible, sit down and seriously put the knowledge in these books into my head.

I looked up and looked around for Chen Kun and Li Xiuying, looked left and right for a long time, and finally saw them in front of the shelves of car magazines. At this time, Chen Kun was holding a car magazine and whispering something to Li Xiuying, only to see Li Xiuying nodding constantly, with a vague smile on her face.

It can be seen that Chen Kun should have found what he is good at, and Li Xiuying looked at him with admiration in his eyes, which seemed to give him more righteousness. The two of them were talking like a river, and the other was listening attentively, as if time had stood still between them.

Seeing them like this, I didn't want to disturb them, so I could only quietly walk to the side and find a place to sit down. Waiting for them quietly, although anxious, but unwilling to destroy their harmony.

Finally, after I rummaged the price N times on my bored handle, the conversation between the two finally ended. Chen Kun also put the magazine he was holding back on the bookshelf, and then got up and picked up a pile of books on the ground that were half a little tall.

Li Xiuying wanted to reach out to help him, but he stopped her. I saw him carefully pick up the pile of books, and then with force in his hand, let the pile of books fall backwards, stick to his chest, and then tilt his head and press his chin against the books.

Looking at the pile of books, I felt a chill in my heart, and finally knew why Li Xiuying had such a big bag when she went out. Based on my understanding of Chen Kun, he has absolutely no habit of reading, but Li Xiuying, this girl who looks thin and weak, has a special literary heart in her heart.

And her strange Mandarin is the best proof of her literary style. When she spoke, she tried very hard and carefully to read every word to the fullest, and there was hardly any change in tone and intonation.

With the current posture, it is clear that her bag does not seem to be very big. Looking at Chen Kun's funny appearance, I hurriedly rushed to him in two steps and took half of the book from his hand. Although it was only half of it, the heaviness when I started it still made me impressed with her.

Seeing me come over to help, Chen Kun gave a grateful look, and then said helplessly to Li Xiuying: "This has been the result of blocking for a long time, if I don't stop it, I really don't know if she will move this bookstore back." ”

Although his face was directed at Li Xiuying, it was obvious that the words were said to me, and he was complaining, but his tone was full of spoiling. This is probably what their love looks like at this stage, although he is very difficult to understand Li Xiuying's behavior, he still chooses to accept it without hesitation.

In this way, we stacked a bunch of essays, poems, literary masterpieces, and books from the subset of classics and histories on the cashier under the strange gaze of the people around us. Then I looked at the constantly beating numbers on the cash register in the sound of Didi Di Di scanning the code, and every time I jumped, my heart suddenly followed.

In the end, Li Xiuyinghua exchanged her month's hard work for a pile of books, and Chen Kun wanted to pay for her, but she was firmly rejected by her eyes. Seeing her resolute attitude, Chen Kun did not insist too much.

Compared to her, my books are obviously small and big. Li Xiuying was very religious, put the books in her hand into her bag one by one, and finally left a small half, so she could only take two bags and put some of them into each of them, and Chen Kun and I left the bookstore with a twist.

Sending Li Xiuying back to the dormitory, when the two of us returned to our dormitory, Chen Kun sat on his bed with his butt and then lay down. There was a wail in his mouth, and he kept beating his sore shoulders and arms.

I wasn't much better than him, even though I only screwed a bag, and he had to screw a bag when he was carrying a bag. Tantalum is at this time, my two arms also seem to be unconscious, unable to move, it is not difficult to imagine how many sins the thin Chen Kun has suffered along the way.

For a long time after that, whenever I had free time, I went downstairs to the small garden to read. I was like a dried sponge thrown into the water, absorbing the nutrients in the book, hoping to get rid of the predicament in my heart.

And Li Xiuying is even more exaggerated, with books, it seems that she has a new spiritual sustenance. I watched Chen Kun look at the dormitory building opposite in a daze countless times, and it was obvious that between studying and falling in love, Li Xiuying chose the former.

Occasionally, Chen Kun dragged her out of the dormitory and sat in the garden, and she also relentlessly told Chen Kun about the contents of those books.

I can understand her love, in a sense, I'm the same kind of person as her. We were both forced to interrupt our studies because I didn't want my family to continue to do more for me. And she is also trying to reduce the pressure of her parents' support, and her family is a typical Chaoshan family.

There are four sisters in the family, she is the eldest, and there are two younger sisters and a younger brother below. In order to support her younger siblings in school, she had to make the same choice as me after the college entrance examination and gave up the opportunity to go to college. However, her enthusiasm for learning and reading has not diminished in the slightest because she left the campus, but has become more enthusiastic and cherished because of the loss.

She was immersed in her love, and Chen Kun was bitter, and it was the time when her love was deep. Suddenly he was hit on the brakes, and we often joked about him when he was like an ant on a hot pan every day, scratching his ears and cheeks in the dormitory.

Every now and then, he would run down the aisle to smoke a cigarette to relieve his restlessness. Or run to the Internet café to play games and watch movies to kill a difficult time.