Yingyang Bookstore, No. 48

On Sunday morning, Tai Yi greeted his father and said he was going to study in the study room, grabbed his wallet and left.

Yingyang Street is said to be a street, but it is actually a short grocery store. One side is next to the moat and the other side is the storefront. There is a row of pagoda trees planted by the river. In spring, the street is filled with the fragrance of pagoda trees. of a view.The nature of Yingyang Street is similar to that of Nanluoguxiang. Most of them are handicrafts and snacks that deceive tourists. Locals rarely come to this place.

Tai Yi got out of the car and walked from the street to the end of the street and back again. He went back and forth three times and didn't see where No. 48 was. The last one was No. 47.

"Did I hear wrong? Isn't it No. 48?" Tai Yi stood at the door of the last store and thought silently.

Seeing Tai Yi, a student-like kid, standing at the door for a long time, the proprietress of No. 47 couldn't help but say, "Young man, are you looking for someone? Who are you looking for? I know everyone on this street."

Tai Yi looked at the person who came and scratched his nose in embarrassment: "Well... I want to ask if there is No. 48 on this street? The person I looked for said it was No. 48 but I couldn't find it, maybe I heard it wrong .”

The boss smiled gently: "Who asked you to come?"

Tai Yi was very embarrassed and didn't know how to answer, saying that I met a ghost and asked someone to catch it for me?This obviously sounds unreliable.

"Is that old man Xing?" the boss asked.

Tai Yi blinked and nodded slightly.

The boss waved to him: "Come in, who said number 48 has to be outside?"

Tai Yi looked up at the signboard, Yingyang Bookstore, there is actually a bookstore here, and he didn't know it for so many years.

The boss is very beautiful. She looks like she is in her 30s. She wears a long cotton and linen dress with black hair, which is simply held by a wooden hairpin. She wears a pair of big-rimmed glasses. Tai Yi feels like an ancient genius with every frown and smile. There will be the kind of famous lady.The store does not sell ordinary books, but old thread-bound books and sets of old comic books. Tai Yi, who likes these in the class, looks at the books in the glass cabinet and feels that they are full of money.

"Like it? If you want to buy it, I can give you a discount," the boss said seeing Tai Yi looking at these books, "Call me Aunt Ping."

Tai Yi was slightly surprised: "Aunt?"

Aunt Ping smiled: "Otherwise? How old do you think I am?"

Tai Yi: "In his early thirties at most."

Aunt Ping covered her mouth and chuckled: "Now the young man can talk so sweetly! I'm older than your mother!"

Tai Yi: Woman, it's amazing.

No. 47 is in the innermost part of the bookstore. There is a small door big enough for one person to pass through. It is made of the same material as the wooden wall next to it. If you don’t look carefully, you really can’t see it. There is a small round wooden sign with "48" engraved on it.Pushing open the door, Tai Yi discovered that this storefront house was originally connected to the residential building behind, about [-] to [-] square meters, and looked very old, but Tai Yi felt that the residential building was definitely not that old.

The floor is old-fashioned, narrow, and the floor joints are relatively large. It may be because the corners of the floor are slightly raised when you walk on it.

"Sit down first, I'll call Xiaoyang for you, he is probably asleep, there is a drink on the coffee table, don't hesitate to drink whatever you want," Aunt Ping said.

Tai Yi nodded, and slowly sat down on the sofa, rubbing his hands secretly to feel the sofa: Damn...this is a whole set of mahogany furniture...this is too rich.

Tai Yi looked at the decoration of the place where his eyes could touch and imagined what kind of person the person recommended by Uncle Xing was. There were a few empty cans of Sprite and half-eaten potato chips beside the notebook on the coffee table. This person is very young; but there is no TV in the living room, there are mahogany bookshelves on the TV wall, and there are spider plants on the bookshelves, and the whole room has a bookish atmosphere.This person will not be too old or too young. He should be a man in his 30s with glasses and a bookish look, but it seems that Aunt Ping also lives here, and these books are also in line with Aunt Ping's temperament. Tsk, Really tangled.

Just thinking about it, Aunt Ping came out from the back room: "Wait a minute, Xiaoyang is getting dressed, aren't you thirsty? Open a bottle of orange juice for you."

"Thank you."

When Xing Yang came out of the room, what he saw was Tai Yi's expression of disbelief. He scratched his hair and sat next to Tai Yi, and drank the orange juice on the coffee table.

Tai Yi: "Hey, that's what I drank!"

Xing Yang yawned and waved his hands to show that he didn't mind.

Tai Yi: But I don't mind...

"Tell me what's the matter." Xing Yang saw his tangled face and said compassionately, "Don't look, I look younger."

Tai Yi was embarrassed by being seen through, touched his nose and told about Duo Duo's story, watching Xing Yang put his hands on his chest, put his feet on the coffee table, closed his eyes and leaned his head back, and felt uncomfortable. To make sure the person heard it, Xing Yang spoke out when he was about to say it again.

"You mean you can see this kid from the beginning?"

Tai Yi nodded: "My... eyes are born, I can guarantee that I didn't walk this road before I went to high school, and I saw her standing at the intersection since the day I went to high school."

"Ever noticed how she used to look at you?"

"No," Tai Yi shook his head, "To be honest, Duo Duo died quite badly, her body was covered in blood, and her lower body was bloody. I never dared to look at her."

Xing Yang thought for a while and said, "I might know what's going on, but I have to see it myself to be sure."

Tai Yi asked: "Then can I not go?"

Xing Yang gave him a big white eye.

"...I see." Tai Yi sighed, "Then is there any way to make me invisible to her?"

Xing Yang flipped through the boxes under the coffee table and said, "Wouldn't it be more frightening if you can't see it? I found it."

Xing Yang found a thick and flat bracelet and put it on for him: "Take it first, at least I don't dare to get close to you, when you can come out around twelve o'clock, call me and call me this number. "

Touching the bracelet, Tai Yi felt a little more relaxed, and was about to say goodbye.

Before leaving, Xing Yang called him: "By the way, my name is Xing Yang. Let me ask you, when is your birthday? It's in the lunar calendar."

Tai Yi: "April 22."

On the way home, Tai Yi was wondering why Xing Yang asked him about his birthday. Xing Yang, who was sitting on the small bench at the door of the study, took out his mobile phone and checked the weather forecast—April 22, heavy rain, red warning.

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If there is no accident, it will be updated every two or three days. If I go on a trip, I will say it in advance, yeah