I got rich after secret marriage

I didn't go home immediately, but went to an old bookstore opposite the school to look through books.

I like that old bookstore very much.In the first year of high school, we had a physical education class every week, but without a physical education teacher, it was equivalent to a free activity class.Some students are active in the classroom, and some are active on the court. I usually come out and read books in the second-hand bookstore at the school gate.

There are always some magical books here, and I don't know where they came from.The boss sits at the door and reads by himself all the year round, and doesn't know how to greet guests when they come.If you want to buy a book, you can find him. If you don’t want to buy a book, you can leave after reading it, and he won’t say anything.I've always just watched but didn't buy, and I didn't feel embarrassed.

I just took down a book and opened it when someone came in at the door.Hearing the sound of footsteps, the man walked up to me.I didn't look up, just stepped aside.

"Do you like reading books like this?" I didn't expect it to be Cai Jing's voice.

I looked up, and sure enough it was him standing in front of me.

I was a little puzzled, didn't he get in the car?He explained to himself that the bus he was taking was still very empty, and he would leave only when the seats were full.

I know this.When school was over, there were many students, so they could leave when the car came.Now everyone has almost left, and there are only a few sporadic people left, who are not in a hurry or are slow to wear their temper.It takes ages to wait for a car to be full.

I secretly rejoiced, hoping that his car would wait until he was dissatisfied.Contradictory hopes, the car leaves quickly, and he also leaves quickly.

He turned the book in my hand to look at the cover, and asked me: "Do you often come here to read?"

I nod.I don't know how he saw it.I've never run into him here.

"Where are you going?" Cai Jing searched the bookshelf in front of me, and then asked me.

What he asked was volume one, and the book in my hand was volume two.

I glanced at the bookshelf, and there were no other volumes of this book near the one I had just picked up.Although the boss looks lazy, the bookshelves are well organized. If there is no one around, then there is none.

"Maybe not."

Cai Jing seemed a little surprised. "Not up? Did you just see it?"

I took one look at him and asked if he had any questions?

The books here often only have upper and lower, or only lower but not upper, sometimes there is no upper and lower, only middle.I like to read a novel at random, and be prepared not to know the previous story or to have no ending.

He glanced at the bookshelf again, then looked at me and said, "It's not down either."

It was a martial arts novel.

There is no up, no down, only middle, I read it with gusto.

He looked at me like he was looking at a strange thing.

After watching it for a while, he seemed to be curious, so he came over to watch it with me.

He was so close to me that I could see the fine down on his skin if I squinted slightly.His skin is wheat-colored, and it doesn't look delicate from a distance, but it is surprisingly thin when viewed up close, and faint blood vessels can even be seen under the fluff.

He tilted his head slightly, and our eyes collided.

I can't pretend anymore.

I asked him, "What do you think?"

He replied: "It's pretty nice."

I knew he was lying, and he didn't understand it at all, because I didn't understand it either.

That day, I spent money to buy a book for the first time, an old book, an old book that has neither been updated nor downloaded, and it was a suspenseful martial arts novel.

I don't even know why I should buy it.The boss looked at me from behind the thick glasses, as if he didn't understand why I bought it.

I pretended to be calm, showing an expression that I just want to buy you.

The boss also showed a look, well, since you are so persistent, who will I kill if I don't kill you?

Damn, this kind of broken book actually charges me ten yuan!

The next afternoon, my dad went to play cards after lunch.I was looking at the store alone, lying on the counter listening to tapes bored, with my ears close to the radio, the hissing sound, and then the old music slowly flowed out.

Holding your face gently with both hands, drying your tearful eyes.There is still room for dreams, I am still by your side, I have never gone far...

After a song was sung, I pressed the button to rewind, and the sound of hissing and flipping quickly was like traveling through time and space.I counted the time and accurately rewinded to the beginning of the song.That's the bad thing about tapes, there's no way to replay singles.

"If my brother dares to do business like this, I have to break his legs." A laugh suddenly sounded outside.When I looked up, I thought I was hallucinating.

It's so sunny outside.

People in the sun are so beautiful.

"What's the matter? I don't know each other so soon?" Cai Jing smiled.

Who doesn't know who?I quickly stood up from the counter and asked, "Did your car break down again?"

It can't be that my dad didn't fix it last time.

"No." Cai Jing shook his head. "I passed by here, and when I thought of you, I turned around and took a look."

I know his "thinking of you" has no other meaning, but I still can't help thinking of other meanings.

I don't know if my face is red or not.Oops, so shy.He's not flirting with me, is he?

"This is Andy Lau's song." He said, "Do you like listening to his songs?"

I nod.There is nothing to like or dislike, but it is necessary to choose what you like.

Sure enough, he said, "I like it too. I've heard this song before, it's called Touching, it's very nice."

"Really." I answered duplicity, "So it's called that. The tapes here are old, so I can't read the name of the song clearly."

He also seemed to find it a little unbelievable. "There are still people who listen to tapes on the radio."

He reached out to my radio, turned the knob to turn up the volume a bit, then lay down on my counter and hummed softly along with the radio. "Pour love into your heart and be drunk with you for 1000 years..."

I seem to be really drunk.He propped his face against mine, humming softly in my ear.

Hey, your hand is about to touch mine, you know that?

He didn't know because I moved away.

He may have no other intentions, after all, he often listens to songs with his table head to head during recess.But I'm not his deskmate, I'm shy.

After a song was over, he stood up and asked me, "Are you alone in your house? Where are your parents?"

"My dad is playing mahjong next door." My mom hung it on the wall.He should have seen it after asking the question.

Sure enough, he saw it, and instead of asking any further questions, he gave me a piece of chocolate. "It was delivered by someone else when the goods were purchased."

I looked at the chocolate and was in a daze.

How did he find out that I like to eat this kind of bitter and motherly junk food?

I want to give a jelly, I like to eat jelly!

I peeled off the golden candy wrapper, and there was a peanut under the chocolate coat.The chocolate in the middle is sweet and silky.Well, if he gives me back the chocolate next time, I... I can't help but like it.

"Is it delicious?" he asked me.

I nodded, it must be delicious!

"Then I'll buy more of this next time." He said, "I don't think chocolate is selling well."

Of course it's not easy to sell, who will eat this stuff!Only then did I know that his family owned a grocery store in the next town.The main road outside turns from us to our Shanghe Town, and going forward is their Xiahe Town.He really abducted to see me on purpose.

Oops, the chocolate seems to be sweetened.

"Then when you buy next time, leave me a box. I'll make an order first." I took out the coin box from under the counter and wanted to give him money as a deposit.

He smiled, pushed the change box back, and said, "Let's talk about it next time."

After chatting for a while, he left.I waited for the sound of the motorcycle to go away before going around to the door, and saw his flashing shadow turn around, leaving only the sun at the end of the road, which looked like an egg pancake.

I really have to get out of here, or something will happen.

It may be because of this kind of contact outside the school, Cai Jing suddenly became familiar with me when he returned to school after the three-and-a-half-day monthly vacation.He also brought me several tapes of Andy Lau.Yes, it's tape.They said they were old at home, and they didn't have a radio to listen to, so they gave them to me.

Me: "...Thank you." I think he treats me like a recycling bin.

His deskmate saw it very strangely, and asked, "Cai Jing, what is this?"

He laughed at the old-fashioned tablemate who had never seen the world: "Tape. Haven't you seen it?"

Deskmate:"……"

I didn't keep those tapes in the store, but kept them in a storage box in my room.I'm going to buy a palm-sized Walkman tape and listen to it every day.

When I was doing self-study the next morning, I was reciting "Li Sao" in pain when someone poked me on the shoulder from behind.I stayed for a while and looked back.A magnified face appeared in front of me, Cai Jing was lying on the table, his face was close to me.

I stepped back and motioned to ask him what was the matter.

He said, "Do you want to hear me sing? Shall we sing?"

I am a little puzzled.He pulled me by the collar, gnawed at my throat, leaned me against his table, and he started singing from the back table.The first song is "Traveling", and one after another, they are all songs by Andy Lau.

I still don't buy the Walkman.Once I catch him, he can be my free Walkman.

My neck was stiff for the whole morning self-study, and he also sang for the whole morning self-study, and only stopped for a while when the head teacher came to inspect the classroom midway.

"You sing really well." After he finished singing, I made up the compliments I didn't give him at my house that day.

His expression was a little strange, but he smiled, and his smile was bright.

Hey, it's really attractive.

I'm in a dilemma.

Why didn't my mother come to pick me up.

Of course, he didn't always discharge like this casually, otherwise I would be electrocuted to death by him sooner or later.

During the self-study class, he was very serious about the questions.If you encounter a problem you don't know, you will come to ask me.Usually, though, he doesn't, and neither do I very often.Even if I seem to be able to do some things, I don’t dare to say that I am afraid that I won’t be able to teach him wrongly.So, he went to ask his deskmate, and if he would meet at the same table, he would pull me to listen to the lecture at the same table.If his tablemate can't... then everyone can't.

At least he has to work hard to get into college. When I leave, it is not impossible to leave with him.