Brother Fang pulled out a sweet potato from under the stove and handed it to her, saying lovingly, "I saved this for you. Eat it, but be careful, it's hot."
Jiang Mingxin tossed the sweet potato in his hands several times and pinched his ear. "Brother Fang, are all the 300 copies of '89 College Entrance Examination English Instructions' I brought sold out?"
"I was just about to tell you, they're all sold out... There are still a lot of people who want them, I'll ask them to come tomorrow!" Brother Fang laughed heartily, opened his pocket with a shaky hand, took out a handful of change and handed it to her.
"Since you're here, take the money you earned these two days. It's not safe to keep so much money with me."
Jiang Mingxin used to come every few days to collect money and sort out the accounts.
The clothing store has been busy lately, so she probably can't come so often.
"Brother Fang, I'll take the money this time, but starting tomorrow you'll have to keep it safe. I'm too busy to come here often."
Then, she handed him a waist bag and said, "Tie this around your waist and bring the money home every night and put it under your bed. When this batch of books is sold, I'll go save the money with you!"
Brother Fang nodded and agreed: "Okay, let's save the money and save it for your dowry."
Jiang Mingxin's ears immediately turned red. "What are you talking about? I don't want to get married. What's the point of getting married? I'll just have to serve a stinky man every day."
"Huh, your girlfriend is willing to let you serve her? I think it's more like he serves you. Although my eyes are presbyopic, I can see that you look good recently. He treats you well, right?"
"Oh, why bother talking about him... Anyway, I'm still young and there's no rush to get married."
Brother Fang patted her hand with his withered palm and said, "You are not in a hurry, but I am. I want to see you get married and have a big fat baby. By then, I will die with my eyes closed."
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, don't talk nonsense! Didn't we agree that when I get into college, I'll take you to the big city to enjoy life?" Jiang Mingxin grabbed his hand and shook it. "Besides, you're still strong and healthy. Why not play chess or cards with the old man? Why hold a baby?"
She was afraid of having children, but there were some things she couldn't tell Brother Fang.
Brother Fang pointed at his gray hair and smiled, "I know you're filial, but I'm already this old and can't adapt to a big city. It's better for me to stay here and look after this bookstore. As long as you come back to see me often in the future, that's all."
He had no children in his life, and it was a blessing from God that he met Jiang Mingxin at the last moment.
Recently he often dreams of his comrades who have passed away many years ago, which feels like a sign.
"Mingxin, from now on, don't call me Brother Fang. Call me Grandpa." He pointed to the plaque of the bookstore and said, "Change this sign too. Just call it Grandpa's Bookstore."
When Jiang Mingxin heard this, his eyes suddenly turned red, "...Okay, Grandpa."
She knew that Grandpa Fang was old and his old injuries were recurring frequently, but she still hoped that he could live a few more years.
Soon, Lin Rou came hurriedly, exuding a very faint scent of gardenia.
The last time we met, she seemed to have the same smell.
Jiang Mingxin invited her into the house. After closing the door, Lin Rou took out a stack of cash and slapped it on the table.
"Write me a written agreement stating that you will receive 10,000 yuan from Lin Rou today and promise not to reveal Ruoxi's secret. Also, give me the evidence you have."
Jiang Mingxin nodded his head and said, "The evidence is all in my head. Do you want to listen?"
She immediately began to recite the erotic story written by Bai Ruoxi, and Lin Rou was stunned.
"Stop talking. How come you remember everything?"
"I have a photographic memory, do you believe it?" Jiang Mingxin raised his eyebrows proudly, lowered his head to count the cash, made sure the amount was correct, took out paper and pen from the bookcase, and wrote the receipt in front of her.
The fact that she could come up with the money clearly meant that she had found the diary and seen its contents.
At the same time, this also indirectly proves one thing, that Bai Ruoxi is not at all like what she said, that no matter what wrong she did, she would be blessed by God.
At least she didn't dare to ignore a disaster of this magnitude.
After carefully confirming that everything was correct, Lin Rou put the receipt away with confidence and turned to leave.
Jiang Mingxin put the cap on the pen and poured the ink he had just used directly out of the window.
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