Chapter 72 Chapter 15 During the fight, this country road...
While playing around, we also finished walking along this country road.
Not far away, deep in the reeds, a corner of a dilapidated tiled house can be vaguely seen.
I think it’s the garbage dump that Song Boyuan mentioned.
Song Boyuan pointed to a corner and said, "Turn the corner at the intersection ahead, and you'll find the garbage dump inside."
"Boss, we want to find some books." Xie Qingyu walked along the way, but apart from some plastic and paper scraps, he didn't see a single complete book!
But Song Boyuan would not lie. Thinking about the urgency of the matter, he became a little anxious and ran a few steps quickly. Before he reached the boss, he couldn't wait to ask.
When he ran, he didn't even notify Song Boyuan behind him.
He was left staring blankly at Xie Qingyu, who had already run far ahead. Only then did his mind control his legs and he followed.
There were only scattered pages, some of which were even torn and had no words on them at all.
I couldn't help but wonder, is there really a book here?
When the boss heard Xie Qingyu's words, he looked at her with a wary look, even a look of suspicion: "There are no books here, please leave!"
"Uncle Zhou, we are together." Song Boyuan's voice came from not far away, and he slowed down half a step, revealing his figure from behind the reeds.
"You kid, I was wondering why you came to my place to look for a book for no reason last time. It turns out you were looking for it for someone else." Uncle Zhou glared at Song Boyuan, stood up from the low stool, and pushed open the door behind him that couldn't be seen as a door.
The scene inside is very different from that outside. Although the things in the garbage dump outside are not very dirty, they are not as orderly as those in here.
Apart from a ceiling lamp, the only furniture in the room was a bookshelf and the books neatly placed on it.
Uncle Zhou didn't go in, but made room for the two of them to go in: "If you need any books, just find them yourself!"
"Thank you, Uncle Zhou."
"Thank you, Uncle Zhou."
Song Boyuan's voice rang out, and Xie Qingyu followed suit to say thank you.
"Snap" and "Squeak"
The overhead light came on and the door closed.
"?" Xie Qingyu looked at Song Boyuan with a puzzled look on his face.
It tilts its head like a cat, as if to say, what's going on?
Song Boyuan was worried that the young man was scared, so he patted Xie Qingyu on the shoulder and said, "It's okay."
"This is a normal thing."
Song Boyuan's words instantly put Xie Qingyu at ease. He immediately ran to the bookshelf, looking for the book he had been longing for.
Song Boyuan didn't understand all this, so he just followed the young man obediently, holding the book Xie Qingyu needed in his arms.
Like a mobile bookshelf, it never leaves your side.
Xie Qingyu looked through the bookshelves in the room and turned around to see Song Boyuan.
Inexplicably well-behaved and cute.
Seeing the young man stop searching and stare at him, Song Boyuan lowered his head to look at the book in his arms and asked, "Are you not looking anymore?"
"Well, almost there." The books here can't be said to be completely complete, but they are almost complete. Xie Qingyu said as he leaned on Song Boyuan's arms and carefully checked the books again.
When I checked the last book, I saw a strong chest under the clothes.
Xie Qingyu suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong with his previous action.
He pretended to be busy and said hurriedly, "Why are you wearing such thin clothes?"
What I was thinking was, why are you just standing there like that?
Don’t you know to put the book down and let him check it?
"Um?"
Song Boyuan's nasal question brought Xie Qingyu back to his senses. Embarrassed, he quickly tried to make excuses: "I was asking why you weren't wearing... No, why didn't you put the book down? Holding it for me to check, it's so tiring!"
Song Boyuan understood, it turned out that they were worried about him!
"It's okay. I do farm work all year round. This little weight won't make me tired."
After finishing this conversation, as if he was worried that Xie Qingyu wouldn't believe him, he even held the book in his hand tighter, and planned to free up one hand to pick up a few more books.
It means that he can still hold the baby and can even hold it many times.
"No need, this is enough." He found all the books Song Boyuan needed since he was in elementary school.
Some of the primary school books have been collected from the Youth League Institute after the exam.
We were all educated youth who had gone to the countryside, and we all knew how precious the books were. When they were collected, there were no wrinkles or damage on them.
If they still take it, Uncle Zhou will beat them both.
Uncle Zhou looked at the book with a look of deep affection on his face.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Uncle Zhou. When he saw the two people coming out, the first thing he looked at was not the two people, but the book in Song Boyuan's hand.
Like a hungry wolf, his eyes were fixed on the figure of his book.
"Uncle Zhou, do you think this money is enough to buy books?" Xie Qingyu knew that he liked it, but the college entrance examination was coming soon, so these books were also very important to him.
Uncle Zhou waved his hand and refused: "No, I'm giving it to you. Just cherish it."
After all, these books are rare items to him, but they are not as valuable as the stack of money in his hand on the market!
"Uncle Zhou, please accept it! I have taken so many books from you this time." Song Boyuan also advised.
Uncle Zhou couldn't refuse and finally accepted it.
"If you need anything later, you can come find me."
Song Boyuan: "Okay."
After leaving the reed-covered hut, Song Boyuan took out a piece of blue and black floral cloth from his backpack, placed the stack of books in the middle of the cloth and wrapped it up.
To prevent the book inside from being seen by others, he remembered what the young man said about the importance of the book.
Xie Qingyu looked at Song Boyuan's actions and immediately understood his intention: "Boyuan is still thoughtful."
"Okay, let's go! Now let's go back to town and buy some food and supplies."
"Let's go! By the way, how do you know Uncle Zhou?" Xie Qingyu could see that the relationship between these two people was extraordinary.
"It's nothing. I just wandered here when I was a kid and Uncle Zhou helped me." Song Boyuan said vaguely.
Xie Qingyu could hear the bitterness in it, and thinking of his experience in the plot, he thought that it must have been a very difficult time.
After finally making the trip to town, Xie Qingyu didn't want their good mood to be ruined.
Changing the subject: "Why does Uncle Zhou have such a large collection of books?"
Song Boyuan's voice drifted, as if he were wandering through memories from the long river of time: "Uncle Zhou had no money to go to school when he was a child, but as he grew up, he became obsessed with it. It just so happened that while collecting garbage these past few years, he came across quite a few books. So he started collecting them."
"Is that so!" Xie Qingyu sighed. So that's why he stayed.
"We're in town now. Where do you want to start your journey, Qingyu?"
Xie Qingyu didn't know this town very well, and he didn't have a good time walking around the town the last time he came here. Now he was faced with two directions and couldn't make up his mind.
Thinking of something, Xie Qingyu suddenly said: "Where is the state-owned supermarket?"
If you are used to using signing pens, it is better to buy a few pens. After all, you will use pens a lot in the future.
"Going here? Come with me!" Song Boyuan led the way without asking.
This town is relatively close to the city and its economic development is not bad. This state-owned supermarket covers a large area and is also the largest building in the entire town. From a distance, you can see that there are many people coming and going here.
People of all kinds come and go one after another.
As soon as you enter, the scene inside is similar to the outside. Although the things are in order, they can meet the daily needs of ordinary people.
Song Boyuan started working shortly after he was injured, and the work points he earned were exchanged for some food coupons.
But winter is coming soon, and we don’t have enough clothes and the quilt is too thin.
If you don't have cloth coupons, you can just use the money to buy some cloth here and go back to find someone to make a few clothes. It's much cheaper than buying ready-made clothes directly.
Seeing that Xie Qingyu seemed to be searching, Song Boyuan asked, "What do you want to buy?"
"Where is the pen?" Xie Qingyu asked after searching for a pen for a long time without finding it.
I didn't expect Xie Qingyu to ask this. Song Boyuan thought about it and had no idea. It was something he had never needed, so of course he had no memory of it.
But continuing to look for it is not a problem.
"Hello, where can I buy pens?" Song Boyuan immediately asked the counter staff next to him.
The counter pointed his index finger to a corner not far away: "It's in that counter over there."
After getting the answer, Song Boyuan took the young man's hand and walked to the counter on the other side.
As expected, Xie Qingyu bought the paper and pen he wanted.
The corner selling pens is a bit too far back, and I was in a hurry when I got in, but when I left, I came across a lot of other novelty items.
"Qingyu, what do you think of this cloth?" Song Boyuan suddenly spoke, holding the cloth in his hand and looking at the young man.
Xie Qingyu glanced over and a light flashed in her eyes. In this era where the streets are dominated by black, gray and blue colors, the white in Song Boyuan's hand looks exceptionally bright.
"It looks good, but it doesn't resist getting dirty." Xie Qingyu agreed.
Song Boyuan pinched a corner of the fabric with two fingers and made a secret decision: "It suits you very well. If it gets dirty, I will wash it."
Xie Qingyu is very fair. The other educated youth who came here and stayed for such a long time have become more or less darker, but the young man is the only one who remains glowingly fair.
It would look amazing if paired with this white fabric embellished with silver thread.
It makes it look even more ethereal and cool, as if a god from heaven has fallen into the mortal world.
"? No way! I can still wash my clothes myself." Xie Qingyu thought Song Boyuan's words were strange, and her hands, like him, stroked the texture of the fabric: "This fabric is extremely smooth, and it's decorated with tiny silver threads. It must be very expensive. Let's buy some ordinary fabric that can get us through this winter."
Song Boyuan touched the money in his inner pocket, and after listening to Xie Qingyu's words, he finally put down the cloth.
But this reluctant farewell and lingering look showed his inner reluctance.
"Do you really like it?" Xie Qingyu saw it and also searched for the remaining money on him.
Don't speak.
"Let's go buy it."
He took Song Boyuan's hand and turned around to go back.
"Boss, how much is this piece of cloth?" He asked with a clear goal in mind.
Seeing Xie Qingyu's expression, the teller thought that he was ignorant and quoted a price that was a bit high.
When Xie Qingyu heard the price from the teller, his previously confident look instantly collapsed. He had thought that the money in his pocket was enough?
Unexpectedly, it actually broke his spine.
It's true that a penny can make a hero fall.
"Your fabric can't possibly be worth that much. Besides, it's been sitting there for ages! It's obvious there's no market for it. Are you sure you want to sell it at that price?"
Song Boyuan's output overturned Xie Qingyu's impression of him as a taciturn person.
The teller was not to be outdone.
The two of them exchanged gifts and bought the cloth back at half price.
"Boyuan, you are so awesome." Seeing how awesome he was, Xie Qingyu's eyes were full of admiration.
This is simply something that he, a 21st century man who is ignorant of the daily necessities of life and doesn't know the difference between the five grains, doesn't have!
It was as if I saw the grace of my long-deceased grandmother.
Thinking back to the past, she did the same thing and helped him block everything.
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