He was about to share his thoughts with He Lixuan when He Lixuan, looking at the overwhelming pile of books, spoke first: "Brother Song Wen, shouldn't you organize these books? Get rid of some of them that need to be disposed of."
Song Wen frowned.
He said helplessly, "I know, I'm aware of it."
Song Wen was a bookworm; he was the kind of person who couldn't resist reading.
In order to be able to read books at home, he shamelessly followed his father around every day and even offered to help with cleaning.
We have a housekeeper at home, so why would we need him?
But it must be said that his actions did attract his father's attention.
Song Wen's family was of modest means. He couldn't even afford to buy food with the government subsidy he received for university; he used almost all of it to buy books.
Back then, regulations weren't strict. If you couldn't buy something domestically, you could ask someone abroad to bring it back for you.
He Lixuan remembered that Song Wen had asked his parents' friends to bring back a lot of foreign books for him.
Thinking of the package of manuscripts his father had given him before he left, even though he knew Song Wen was reluctant to part with them and that saying this would upset him, He Lixuan still advised him again: "You should still be careful. At least put these foreign language manuscripts away and don't leave them out in the open."
Song Wen smiled.
He reached out and ruffled He Lixuan's hair, saying, "You've really grown up. You even know how to worry about me now. Don't worry, I'll take care of it. I've already started packing it up these past few days."
Fearing that He Lixuan would continue to bring up the matter, Song Wen simply changed the subject.
He winked at He Lixuan and asked, "Tell me honestly, what's your relationship with that Shiyue? You didn't start dating someone after only a few days in the countryside, did you?"
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