Hunter · Petty Citizen and Bandit Leader

With a swipe, the chair on the side was pulled away, and the owner of the hand sat down.

There are more books than mine, I wonder if he can read them all in one afternoon?

"You can see what's wrong with me just by looking at the books the old man gave me." I moved one of the books in front of him, and it was inlaid with patterns and said four big characters 'Chicken Soup for the Soul'.

I didn't expect that I would revisit the past when I was an adult? !Are you kidding me?fall!

"Cough, this is also a good book." He covered his mouth with his fist and coughed dryly, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

"..." I silently glanced at him, picked up the book in my hand and still couldn't hold back, slapped his face, and cursed in a low voice, "Bastard, go to hell."

He turned his head slightly, avoided the thick book that was trying to paste his face, held the slender wrist, the tendons under his fingertips were beating with the contraction of the heart, and looked at me sincerely: "Sorry, I didn't That means."

"What do you mean?" I asked with a half smile.

"Well, believe me, this is no longer a book for ordinary IQ." He held my wrist, thought for a while, and said this sentence with a smile.

'...' I think this sentence is very familiar. I said to him a few days ago that 'that book is not for people to read', and they are all cursing people without swearing.

"...haha." I laughed a few times, and gathered all the rough words into a galloping 'hehe'.

go to hell!Dead old fritters!

Daily articles (6)

The library was very quiet. After the noise, the duo in the corner finally calmed down, each reading their own books.

From time to time, there is a slight sound of paper flipping.

I propped my chin with one hand, flipping through the books in my hand casually, full of boredom, clattering, compared to him who was flipping through carefully and meditating from time to time, I was very frizzy and unfocused.

Flipping randomly is full of positive philosophies and quotes.

The books of this type that I have read in the past six months can fill a bookshelf, and I only occasionally read the corresponding books, and I really don't understand what the old man is thinking.

I closed the book in hand, and my eyes drifted out of the window, suddenly wandering into space.

This kind of life is simple and monotonous at the same time. Reading hall-coffee shop-home, three points and one line, seems to have returned to a long, long time ago, when I was a radical high school student studying textbooks. Now that I think about it, I feel that radical Already out of reach, even gone.

Like rotten dead wood, rotten into dregs.

But this kind of life also brings laziness and negligence, which is unchanging and plain like boiled water.

I always feel like I'm being cheap, the life I've been pursuing all along, but now I feel bored.

A dull sound of 'pa' sounded from one side, pulling back the slack thoughts, I looked out of the window, but I didn't know where to look, and turned to the source of the sound.

A book was placed in a corner by a slender hand. There were already two or three books there. It was the first time I noticed that someone was reading a book so fast, half of the stack of books was resolved in an instant.

This speed is definitely a good young man with a strong academic factor.

Heh, I'm joking again.

It's still dark, don't dream.

After he put the book away, he didn't pick up the next book to read. Instead, he turned his head slightly, his eyes still cold while reading, and looked at me, who was exuding a boring atmosphere.

The coldness dissipated, and under the light coming in from the window, there was a hint of warm color.

He can't take his eyes off him, bathed in the sun.

"Aze, come back to your senses."

In his voice with a slight smile, I came back to my senses, and then my face turned dark.

Because I looked at his face and became nympho.

"...Ah" I opened my mouth, and responded with a one-syllable ah. At the same time, I expressed with my eyes that I have something to say quickly. It seemed that the whole person was frizzy.

The man replied with a very flat sentence.

"Just wanted to call you."

'...' My hands are itchy again, what should I do?I really want to take the book and smack him in the face again, although the possibility of avoiding it is very high, but I really need to beat this guy!

Under the girl's unsteady gaze, and that ready-to-move paw, he said.

"joke."

"Our smiles are different. If mine is the kind of laughing, then yours is the kind of north wind whistling."

"Do you want to add a padded jacket?" He followed my words.

At that moment I really felt cold.

"Hehe, I just want to ask if you want to read this book together." After seeing that the effect was good, he said seriously, and pushed a book over.

Without looking at it, I said, "I'm so sorry, I don't know the characters for the dog climbing the wall."

None of the books in that pile were in modern fonts, they were all in ancient characters and the like, and they were still ugly and distorted fonts.

I expressed no interest.

"I can teach you." He said, and opened the first page of the book. The dark yellow and withered fonts were lying crookedly on the paper, giving people the illusion that they would rot if they were turned over.

He pointed to the first letter, which was misshapen and looked like a lettering made of squiggles.

"This kind of character actually removes some redundant strokes, such as these few lines, and you can know what the character is."

I glanced over and took a few serious glances at the dog crawling characters he said, "Remove the redundant strokes, and you will know what the word is." After a while, I looked at him and said sincerely: "Xueba, please let go." Pass."

"This kind of dog crawling is really not something I and other mortals can learn."

"In the eyes of my ignorance, the word knows me, and I don't know it."

These few words of mine successfully amused him.

"A person's life is all about learning, and Ah Ze can learn, as long as he puts in some effort. Well, in your words, you are no longer in the ranks of 'not seen by people'." The first half of his sentence is very philosophical, The second half of the sentence is a bit far-fetched.

I mean a far-fetched smile, under his extremely sincere gaze, all I can do is pull the corner of my mouth and draw a 'smile' arc.

Are you sure that's a laugh?Isn't it grinding your teeth?

"So, are you planning to be my teacher?" I suppressed my ugly smile, and my eyes fluctuated slightly on him. I thought of the person who changed my life, his I remember a lot of things, and I'm afraid it's a bit sensational to say so, but the only role of teacher has been taken by others.

It is a bit vague to mention this word now.

"Just studying together, I'm afraid I can't teach much. I think Mr. Liu will be a very competent teacher." He lowered his eyes, as if he saw something from my eyes, and dragged the old man into the water.

"A competent teacher? Just the old man?" I raised my eyebrows in surprise, picked up the book on one side without even looking at the cover, and put it between the two of them. My side is nothing more than positive energy that makes people drowsy book of.

"I think this kind of book will never be read by anyone my age except elementary school students."

"Hehe, Aze, don't say that you are seven or eighty, Mr. Liu just wants to make you happy."

"After all, Aze sometimes doesn't look very happy, as if he has a lot of things on his mind."

The sunlight outside the window shone on his body, his black pupils were warm, and he spoke gentle words, this kind of him was enough to step into a person's heart.

I looked at him very seriously.

Asked: "Is this how you talk to people, sir?"

He looked over puzzled.

"It feels so gentle, but I will... fall in love with Mr.

I laughed. In fact, what I wanted to say was 'it feels fake', but when the words came out of my mouth, it turned into this.

I propped my chin, my eyes were full of anticipation of how the young man who suddenly resembled a confession and slightly startled would answer, my expression obviously said 'I'm kidding you'!

"My honor." His answer was four simple words, but also the most formulaic four words.

In the end, I followed him to learn the rows of dog crawling characters.

The two black heads are brought together, occasionally there is a short surprise when the guess is right, and there is also the sound of teeth grinding when the guess is wrong.

It feels like going back to the past, and it was the same at that time. When encountering a question that I didn’t understand, everyone got together and expressed their opinions one sentence at a time. The last paragraph at the beginning was corrected by me.

The translation came out, and I read it out with him.

See a world from a grain of sand,

See a paradise from a wild flower,

In your hand is infinity,

Eternity melts into an hour.

The magnetism and slowness unique to men, and the gentleness and shallowness unique to women.

Intertwined together, as moving as a song.

The old man who was secretly paying attention to the two people in the corner nodded with satisfaction. He didn't comment on the black-haired boy with messy words like the fat boy. He thought the black-haired boy was good, nice and Self-motivated and good-looking, the girl who never liked to read was suppressed by him.

Not bad.

If he knew that the black-haired boy already had a female companion, he would probably change his words immediately like the fat boy.

If he knew what kind of person that black-haired boy was again, he probably would hit him with a feather duster, regardless of whether it was 21 or 28!

So the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the idea in his heart was right, and he almost slapped his thigh to applaud.

Naturally, it is impossible for the sensitive person not to notice the fiery eyes. At the same time, when he turned his head, he saw the old man with his head huddled in a corner of the bookcase, his eyes glowing red, and he didn't know he had been exposed.

I shrugged my shoulders, shaking goosebumps all over the ground, and said hesitantly: "...I don't feel so good."

It feels like being watched by something.

Still that word, if, if