The seniors are protecting us from the wind and rain, how could we, as the younger generation, not help with this little bit of work?
The two were talking openly, which made the person secretly observing them anxious. Why hadn't they gotten to the point yet?
Old Zhao took out two books from his bag. When Lin Chuchu saw the titles, she was stunned because the two books were very common, at least in this country.
"Mr. Zhao, what's wrong...?"
Mr. Zhao handed the two books to Lin Chuchu. “These two books were my wife’s most desired books when she was alive. She loved the culture of this country and was very fond of its history. I can’t go back now, and it will soon be the tenth anniversary of my wife’s passing. I hope you can help me send these two books to my wife’s cemetery.”
Lin Chuchu recorded what Old Zhao said in her spatial storage while observing his expression.
His expression was one of sadness and longing. Lin Chuchu cried out in her heart, "Why don't you at least look up at me and give me some hints?"
His hand gently stroked the name on the book, as if he particularly loved the sharp edges of the pages.
Lin Chuchu stared blankly at him, her gaze unconsciously drifting to Old Zhao's hand.
Lin Chuchu's heart stirred, and she used the space's camera function to record every movement of Old Zhao.
After a while, Old Zhao seemed to remember Lin Chuchu, and looked up apologetically, saying, "I'm sorry, Comrade Lin, my wife and I had a very good relationship back then. We used the last character of the titles of these two books as pen names to correspond with each other."
"My name is Feng, and her name is Yan. I never imagined that she would have been gone for ten years."
He handed the books to Lin Chuchu, saying, "Please take these two books to my wife's grave and give them to her."
Lin Chuchu accepted it with both hands. Everything happened so naturally, just like an elder entrusting a younger person with a task.
Lin Chuchu said solemnly, "Don't worry, Elder Zhao, I will definitely bring these two books back with me."
Old Zhao smiled and nodded, "Okay, thank you very much, Comrade Lin."
The conversation between the two was very simple, with nothing particularly special about it.
Lin Chuchu did not encounter any obstacles when she walked out.
On the way back to the hotel, Lin Chuchu was still deep in thought, carefully considering Old Zhao's words.
As they got off the bus, Lin Chuchu pulled Yang Xiao aside and whispered in his ear, "Go and buy two identical copies of this book."
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