Qingyang as promised

Chapter 3

"Boss, do you have a three-year mock five-year college entrance examination?"

The clear voice brought back Ye Qingyuan's wandering thoughts. As soon as he looked up, he saw Feng Yan standing in front of the cashier in a sunny suit.This kid will show up at a certain time, Ye Qingyuan looked at Feng Yan's handsome brows under the sun as if they were plated with gold, so dazzling that people couldn't keep their eyes open, and thought to himself.

"Hey, it's you, you opened this bookstore?" Feng Yan greeted slightly surprised.Yesterday, the teacher suddenly informed me that I will buy all the test materials in the future. Because the teacher took a kickback for collectively ordering supplementary materials and was reported by the parents of the students.This weekend, Feng Yan went out early in the morning, asked two bookstores, and they said they were sold out, he was a little anxious, saw a sign on the side of the road that said bookstore, walked in without thinking, and asked right away.

Ye Qingyuan smiled, every time he saw this boy smiling brightly, he would feel inexplicably good.Happiness is indeed contagious.He pointed to the sign at hand

"The bookstore provides high-quality books for reading lovers, but does not provide teaching supplementary materials, sorry."

Feng Yan blinked in surprise, it was the first time he saw this brand after entering so many bookstores.

"I'm sorry." Feng Yan smiled apologetically.He was in a hurry to buy books, said "goodbye", turned and left.

Ye Qingyuan's sentence "What book do you want, I'll call and ask my friend if there is any more", just like losing strength the moment he opened his mouth, he finally didn't say it out of the air.

Really impatient, Ye Qingyuan looked at Feng Yan's back, smiled and shook his head.

Winter in the south is half rainy and half sunny.On rainy days, the piercing cold wind and icy rain often wet the clothes and hats, and the thick dark clouds above the head press down low, as if pressing on people's hearts.So when the sky cleared, the golden sunlight passed through the large and wide roofs, through the dead tree branches with a sense of shape, through the colorful laundry, through the streets full of cars, through the cold corners where garbage was piled up, through People add fleece scarves and dark coats, and there is a feeling that the whole world is bright.

Ye Qingyuan was sitting in the sun, which was so warm that he could fall asleep, with his eyes closed, listening to the radio, which was playing Shan Tianfang's storytelling.

People walked by the door of the store from time to time, and the long and short shadows were projected on the calm face of the shop owner. His dark hair was a light maroon at this time.

The radio signal is not very stable, and the sound of "呵呵" radio waves is mixed with the desolate voice from time to time.What is being broadcast is the "Water Margin" section "Fengxue Mountain Temple". In the vast snow, it is freezing and homeless, where does Lin Chong go when he is framed by villains?Ye Qingyuan listened intently, his brows were unconsciously frowned because of his concentration.He didn't notice that someone came in at this time, Xin's long figure covered the sunlight on his face, and he didn't notice that the shadow paused for two or three seconds, and then the sunlight shone on his face again.

The bookstore is not big, about fifty square meters, filled with books.On the ground, on the bookshelves, and on the ceiling, there are piles here and there, and it is difficult to walk in some places.At the beginning, Ye Qingyuan still tidied it up, but later on, he simply asked people to turn it around at will, and he was happy to be free, anyway, he didn't point to it to make money.Ye Qingyuan supports himself by programming at home, which is an unstable job. Fortunately, he pursues minimalism and has enough food and clothing.

"Boss, settle the score." The sparse voice was in stark contrast to the bleak male voice on the radio, but it was somewhat familiar.

Ye Qingyuan opened his eyes suddenly, it was so dazzling, he closed it again, rubbed it, and opened it again, it was still dazzling.Ye Qingyuan frowned and squinted at the person in front of him.I closed my eyes for too long in the sun, and now my eyes are gray and blue. It looks like the camera lens in a slightly overexposed state, with black and white reversed.

Ye Qingyuan stared at Feng Yan's face, and waited for his eyes to gradually adapt to the strong light. Feng Yan's short flaxen hair, thin bangs, crooked smiling eyes and the small dimples at the corners of his mouth, gradually returned to Ye Qingyuan's. In amber pupils.

"Boss, pay the bill." After Ye Qingyuan's shadowy pupils slowly concretized himself, Feng Yan repeated it again.Thinking of the store owner's silly look just now, the smile deepened.

Ye Qingyuan stared at that smile, a little fascinated, and then saw Feng Yan's eyes wide open in his dark pupils, his mouth was open, with a silly expression on his face.Hastily lowered his head and cleared his cough, then turned off the radio.Turn over the sign at hand.

"The bookstore only provides rental services, not buying or selling. Sorry."

There is a thick hard-shell notebook on the table, and the book rental price is written on the cover, which is [-] cents per day per book.The small town is not well developed, and there are a few bookstores that sell exam materials. There is no bookstore like Xinhua Bookstore that specializes in reading and purchasing literary works. Ye Qingyuan's Xianyuan Bookstore barely undertakes the function of enriching the spiritual life of the people in the small town. There are a hundred and ten regular readers who rent and read books here.This is the fifth notebook that Ye Qingyuan changed. It contains dozens of pages of book rental information, including the borrower's name, title, rental date, and rental amount.Feng Yan finished filling in one by one, and asked casually: "This is the end, do you need to mortgage anything?"

"What is the mortgage?" Ye Qingyuan asked.

"Some valuable things, or pay a fixed amount, deduct the rent according to the number of days, or register ID card information or something."

"It's not that troublesome. Why should I still go to the police station to arrest you all over the city because of this book?" Ye Qingyuan laughed.

"Then what if someone rents the book, keeps it privately, and doesn't return it?"

"That means he really likes it, so it's okay to give it to him." Ye Qingyuan leaned back comfortably in the big rattan chair, squinted his eyes and smiled.

Interesting, the owner of this shop is really chivalrous.Feng Yan paid the money, turned around and left the bookstore.Before leaving, he looked back at the shop owner again.There were two or three customers picking books among the books in the room. Ye Qingyuan sat in the sunlight at the door, leaning on the wicker chair, raised his head, closed his eyes and rested, with a copy of "Human Cihua" covered on his delicate face.Feng Yan looked at the traffic and pedestrians passing by outside the store, and then at Ye Qingyuan.

Remaining independent, I don't know why this word came to mind.