Chapter 135

At Jiangcheng west station, there is an overpass.

Under the overpass, there are a lot of people and there are few vagrants and beggars.

But there are exceptions to everything. Under the overpass of Jiangcheng west station, there happens to be an old man in his fifties, who is carrying a broken bag picked up from a garbage can and limping around.

He didn't put a broken bowl on the ground and wait for alms. He didn't ask for money. He is said to be a tramp. He has no money, no income, and is inconvenient to move. He is often helped.

"He used to be a good-looking foreman in the past. He was... A career that made a lot of money. Later, he was injured in an accident, and the construction site didn't pay for it. The project was unfinished, and he didn't get the final payment. The developer ran away.

Most of the people who work with him are friends from the same village, or they are old workers who have been with him for many years. He has no choice but to pay for everyone's wages. Then he comes here alone to find the developer. He is injured in the waist and has to rest after walking dozens of meters. So he runs to Jiangcheng to collect debts. As a result, his family goes to Loukong and can't find it at all. "

"And then?"

"Then, there will be no next. This is misfortune. It has nothing to do with the times and efforts. When things happen, they happen."

Standing in front of a roadside stall, Xu Qing wants to take Jiang He, who holds chestnuts, to buy sugar fried chestnuts. But now it's not the season to eat chestnuts. He can only pick a sugarcane and ask the boss to cut it.

The knife in the boss's hand is very sharp. He splits the sugarcane skin easily. While waiting, Xu Qing looks to the west station with calm eyes.

"He begged at the municipal gate for a few months and published in the newspaper, but it was useless. When he wanted to go back, his wife and children didn't recognize him, and his family moved away, so he couldn't get through the phone."

With a smile, the man took out the newspaper from his dirty backpack and showed it to him. Xu Qing sighed, "people..."

"How do you know?" Jiang He took the sugarcane cut by the stall owner and handed it to Xu Qing. He was curious about what he said.

"We used to be a roommate for a night. He broke half of the foam board on his sleeping mat and said it was too cold for me to sleep."

Xu Qing said casually, "it's so big. He used it a little too big. It's a little small if he doesn't use it too much. I'm very grateful to sleep with my legs bent. At that time, it was almost winter, and it was very cold at night. I took the only ten yuan I had to buy two bottles of two packs of wine to drink with him. I said something under the overpass in the middle of the night."

"So you know each other." Jiang He is dabbing at the sugarcane, full of sweet feeling very happy, "what happened to him later?"

"I don't know. I've been there several times since. I've invited him to a hamburger. Later, I didn't see him. Maybe I went home."

"It's good to go home."

"Or maybe dead."

In the afternoon at the end of March, the sun was warm. Jiang he followed Xu Qing, eating slowly with a bag of sugarcane, and carefully spitting the chewed residue into another bag.

"You've been wandering, too?" She asked.

"No, that's another story about a copper belt."

Xu Qing walked along the familiar street, turned to a small street, and then walked a few steps forward. He came to an old bookstore, looked at the sign of the store, and took Jiang He in.

In this era, physical books have gradually declined, and there are not many people patronizing these small bookstores. Fortunately, the store is owned by the owner himself. He only has to pay water and electricity to keep this place, and usually sells some exercise books to the parents of the students in the surrounding schools, so he can survive.

If you want to restore the bustle of youth, it's almost out of the question. Only those big bookstores will have people looking for all kinds of books, and they will be more popular.

The boss couldn't recognize Xu Qing. He reached for the presbyopic glasses, sat behind the counter and said hello, but didn't get up. He asked them what they wanted to buy.

"Look around."

Xu Qing answered casually and strolled around the small bookstore. Most of them were old books and used books. He used to rent books, and he didn't know how to charge for them now. At the beginning, he rubbed half of his complete works of Jin Gu in this shop, stood in front of the bookshelf and looked at the world with books, while the other half rented them back with the pocket money he saved, He hid under the wall with Qin Hao and watched with relish.

The old bookshelves are not too messy, just old. You can see that they are often taken care of. The books on them are all neatly placed. Only on this side are all kinds of old books, and on the other side are exercise books, such as the five-year college entrance examination. There is also a bookshelf in the corner, with some professional books and all kinds of reading materials. The bottom layer is comic books and comic books.

"Let's see if there's anything I like, and take some back."

Xu Qing said a word to Jiang He and took out a yellow old book to open.

Books are the ladder of human progress, and Jiang He's income from reading books is much greater than his income - only if he can understand them.

In front of so many books in the bookstore, normal people don't pretend to choose books they can't understand. Jiang He is a normal person, so after browsing for a while, she finds books she can understand and wants to read.

The boss behind the counter saw that they were very quiet and didn't disturb them. He was doing his own business on the table. More than half an hour later, when the figure was shrouded in front of the counter, he helped his eyes again and raised his head.

"These books..."

Xu Qing put the book in her hand on the counter, then took a pile of books held by Jiang He, turned it over two times, looked at her and said, "don't use this?"

What he is holding is the biography of Tang Shuanglong, five thick books with very small handwriting, which were pirated earlier.

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Fortunately, Xu Qing doesn't know whether this kind of marketing book can produce some wonderful reaction with Jiang He, an old woman who looks like a piece of white paper. Although it's full of vernacular, there's nothing harmful about it - the whole article is full of common sense, and it's said over and over again. From a certain point of view, this kind of book is just right for Jiang He.

"That's not it." Jiang He nodded. She just wanted to see what the novels of Tang Dynasty looked like

"A brief history of time?" The next book surprised Xu Qing. After thinking about it, he didn't say anything. He just handed it to the boss to check out.

You don't have to think about it. Jiang He can't understand it. Even he can't understand it. It's just the word "time" that attracts her.

If you like to read it, you can buy it. Xu Qing takes out her mobile phone and scans the code neatly to settle the bill. Even if she can't understand it, she can put it on the bookshelf and install a small ratio. It's not totally useless.

Anyway, don't worry about waking up one morning and seeing Jiang He making a time machine with a hammer and a screwdriver in the living room.