After leaving the small door of the backstage, a sneaky figure under the bushes was stuttering and touching his beloved mountain bike. I suddenly felt something was wrong and stepped forward and shouted, "Boy! What are you doing?"

The man was shocked and the screwdriver in his hand fell onto the lawn.

The lock of the car had been pried open halfway, the lockhole exploded, and several springs were exposed.

How could Song Baojun not understand what happened? He kicked the man straight into the belly and sneered: "I stole the car and stole it onto my head, and didn't have long eyes!"

The man covered his stomach and rolled around on the ground. Screwdrivers, drivers, knives, nail buckles, steel wires and other tools were all scattered, which was obviously a habitual offender.

Liu Xiyue, who was following behind, held the phone and said, "Why do I ask the student union to take him to the police station?"

"No, how can I fight so much when I send it to the police station?" Song Baojun kicked the man in the face again, but unexpectedly, the man fainted without any effort.

"It's really bad luck, let's go." Song Baojun tried the test car lock and found that it could no longer be used. He pushed the car to Xuande Square.

Liu Xiyue shouted, "Hey, let's go have a midnight snack?"

Song Baojun didn't look back: "What's the good food with you, a crazy woman, you're so useless."

Liu Xiyue paused and said, "I'm crazy, I'm really a dog biting Lu Dongbin and I don't know the kindness of a good person. I've never said a good thing to treat you to have a midnight snack."

The night market stalls in Xuande Square are booming, with crowds of people, and bargaining sounds everywhere.

Some stalls have become fixed stalls with iron ceilings, while some are pushing a tricycle to sell goods everywhere, and more are spreading a few pieces on the ground and selling them. It is said that the smart and flexible students can earn 30,000 to 50,000 yuan in September and October when freshmen enter school, which has attracted direct intervention from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau. The school is unwilling to give such a large piece of cake to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau. The two units argue back and forth, but they have not reached a conclusion after several years.

Song Baojun pushed the car and wandered slowly, squatting in front of a book stall to read. The stall owner seemed to be a fan of novels, romance novels, online novels, and bestsellers, and had been turned out very old, and some inner pages were torn off. There were also fashionable foreign language learning materials and business management books, which seemed brand new, and there were some messy things.

Song Baojun picked up a book "The Great Mingchun" first, but saw that the cover was written with a few big words in an oily pen: "Don't read the eunuch's book!" He couldn't help but smiled bitterly. He had nothing to do for the moment and continued to search for other books he was interested in.

There are quite a lot of books, but there are not many Chinese classics. After searching for a while, I felt a little excited. Suddenly I found a book "On the Causes and Treatment of Schizoidal Personality" lying in the corner. I reached out and picked it up and flipped it. The book was broken, about 300 pages, and it was published in 1988. It was really an antique. The title page reads: "Liao Xuebing bought it from Sanzhi Bookstore on Zhuque Street, Zhonghai, July 29, 1995."

Most of the articles are professional terms and are difficult to understand. Song Baojun puts them in front of him and plans to buy them, and takes them back for them to study them slowly in the future.

There is also a book called "Triple Universe" below. The title is very obscure, and it is actually a treatise on psychology. It discusses the three forms of spirit, philosophy, and body produced by human society. This book is much more broken than the previous one, about 400 pages, and was published in 2002. The skin of the book is yellowed and seems to have been turned over countless times. The eyebrows and inner pages of the book are full of experiences.

The handwriting is sloppy, wild and sharp, full of the rhythmic beauty of calligraphy. Song Baojun felt happy when he saw it.

"The core of the spirit is faith, and it is the spiritual sustenance for something. A complete mind must build a spiritual system. When you believe in something, power will be generated."

"Philosophy is a scientific guide to the spirit by thought to ensure that the spirit is on the right path."

"The body is a container of the soul. There are countless ways to make the body stronger, but I think..." The following lines were painted off by thick ink.

Song Baojun had a habit of flipping books, which was that he liked to flirt from behind, but he thought that the owner of the book was talking nonsense and wrote about this illusory thing.

"Boss, you wrote this?"

The stall owner sat next to play with his cell phone. When he heard the question, he looked up and said, "How could that be possible! I collected these books everywhere and sold them. I don't remember where this book was collected. It has a bad appearance and has been thrown in the pile of books for several years, but no one asked for the price. If you buy enough books worth ten yuan in my stall today, this book will be given to you with more money, what if it's going to be?"

As Song Baojun flipped through, he turned to the title page of the book and saw that it was written in fountain pen: "Chen Huayao, bought it from Xinhua Bookstore on Xiangxiang Xiangxiang Zhang Road, September 25, 2008." It turned out that the original owner of the book was Chen Huayao, which was really a strange name.

He handed the stall owner ten yuan, put the two books in his pocket together, and continued to wander around other stalls.

I found a grocery stall to buy a lock. A large motorcycle lock with a shiny appearance was priced at 60 yuan. Song Baojun thought that the lock was more expensive than a bicycle. After a few minutes of negotiation, he barely overwhelmed the price by 30 yuan. Just as the deal was about to be completed, the stall owner handed over it and fell to the ground with a slight sound, and it immediately became half.

Song Baojun didn't even want to say much, so he turned his head and left.

A boss selling daily necessities next door called him: "Classmate, do you want to buy a car lock? I have a lock, which is completely guaranteed for quality. If it is damaged within fifty years, you can come to me for return and exchange. Not only do I need money, I also pay you ten times the money."

"Oh, don't you be afraid of the wind blowing your tongue?" Song Baojun stopped.

"I mean, you'll know if you try it. I never lie." The boss with a honest look turned around and dragged out a heavy thing from the wooden box behind.

Song Baojun couldn't help but glared and said, "Boss, are you scaring me?"

The boss dragged out a large string of iron chains thicker than a child's arm and piled them on the ground, saying proudly: "My iron chain can even lock the sixteen-wheel heavy truck. At least ten tons of load-bearing capacity. If you want to put it on your bicycle, the thief dare not take a look at it again, just don't worry."

Song Baojun lifted the iron chain, and the purchase was very heavy, about four meters long and weighed thirty or forty kilograms. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "My car itself is only ten or twenty kilograms, so how can you get me a chain of forty kilograms?"

"So it's safe!" The boss patted his chest muscles and thumped, "Don't worry, no one stole your car again after using my lock. For only fifty yuan, you can take away this heavy sense of security."

"I believe this sense of security is indeed very heavy." Song Baojun was amused and crying.

The boss came over to look at his car, looking very researchy and said, "Student, have you noticed that your car is missing something?"

“What is missing?”

"Back rack!" The boss touched his chin and shook his head: "No back rack is the biggest failure of mountain bikes. Just think about it, isn't it romantic when you invite a beautiful female classmate to sit on the back seat of your bicycle and face the refreshing autumn wind? I have a back rack here, which can help you install. For only 30 yuan, you can take away this refreshing romance."

"Class, are you a literary or a marketing person?" Song Baojun was persuaded by the boss and simply stopped bargaining and handed the boss 80 yuan. He took out a pair of back frames and installed them with a screwdriver. Then he wrapped the chain around the front of the car and left shakingly.

I went back to the dormitory to take a shower, threw the books I just bought into the bookcase, and prepared to read them slowly when I had time.

There are thirty or forty Chinese books in the bookcase, all of which were bought with great enthusiasm when they first entered the school year. In the future, they became addicted to the Internet and never took a look at these books again.

...

Because the October party was held on Saturday, Song Baojun went home on Friday night and hurried back to school at noon on Saturday.

Originally, the home was so close, there was no need to worry about it. Just call the old man and say it. The key is Friday is the birthday of my sister Song Jingtong.

As an old man, how could he not go back and say happy birthday in person before giving her favorite birthday gift?

Song Baojun could not think of what a girl of his younger sister would like, so he could only search in his memory.

I remember when she was in the fourth grade of elementary school, she once said she wanted a furry toy bear that could hold her sleeping. When she was in the fifth grade, she wanted a full set of comics for "Civilian Princess". When she was in the sixth grade, she wanted a bicycle. But these have been too long. Who knows whether she liked it now? And it was hard to ask, and she didn't feel that the surprise of giving gifts was liked.

Song Baojun remembered that when she was in the first grade of junior high school, she liked to go skating very much, and repeatedly asked her mother to buy a pair of roller skates. Unfortunately, her mother did not agree in the end, and the little girl was still lost for several days.

Yes, that's it.

Song Baojun didn't bother to chat with a sister-in-law who always rubbed her thighs. He left the subway halfway and entered the Longyu Shopping Mall in the city center. Sure enough, he found a place to sell roller skates in the sports area on the sixth floor.

"Brother, look at this brand, Luwei Yideng, an international brand..." The proprietress was very enthusiastic. As soon as she saw his eyes staying in a certain product for more than three seconds, she immediately came over.

Song Baojun said: "I know Louis Vuitton, but I haven't heard of Louis Vuitton, a sports brand that specializes in sports brands?"

The boss's wife did not react in embarrassment at all and said, "Of course you haven't heard of it, a sub-brand of Louis Vuitton! Look at this style, Shen Xue and Zhao Hongbo wore this style when he won the Olympic skating championship."

Song Baojun used his hand to sledge roller skates and said, "I remember Shen Xue and Zhao Hongbo were wearing ice skates when he won the championship."

The boss just pretended not to hear it and said with a smile: "Today is the third golden weekend after National Day. Our store is holding a promotion. This Luwei Yiden gold luxury limited edition Shenxue Zhao Hongbo signed special edition ice skates only cost 998. It is cheap and it is sold at a big price. If you want it, you can take it away and you will only have the last day left."

"Fifty." Song Baojun said.

The proprietress frowned and said, "Little brother, don't you really want to come and buy things, right?"

Please, please, please!

Chen Huayao is the male lead in his previous work "The Best Student". If you are interested, you can go and have a look.

~(To be continued., Your support is my greatest motivation.)16-10-06 07:45:50
Chapter completed!