Back To My Youth

"Jing Yu, are you going again?"

"I made an appointment with Li Tongzhou to go to the bookstore to buy reference books, and I won't be back for dinner at noon!"

Guo's mother called him twice, Guo Jingyu had already carried her bag cross-body and ran away without looking back.

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Small Theater 2

Next door, Fang Jingyao's house.

The same bathroom frosted window paper was posted a few days later.

Fang's father insisted on it, and he almost cried when he didn't give the sticker.

Fang's mother: Your old Fang's family is crying! Can't I post it for you, hold back the tears!

Chapter 21 Children's Package

There are quite a lot of people in the Xinhua Bookstore on weekends. Most of them are parents who bring their children to buy extracurricular books. Some children find the steps and sit there, looking at the picture albums in twos and threes.

The salesperson of Xinhua Bookstore never chased these children away, and acquiesced in allowing them to read at will. When several libraries in the city had not yet been built, Xinhua Bookstore served as part of the library's functions.

Guo Jingyu and Li Tongzhou bought several reference books together, most of which were selected by Li Tongzhou, who was responsible for nodding and saying yes.

When Li Tongzhou was comparing several books, Guo Jingyu smiled and said, "Any book will do. Anyway, I have a poor foundation, so I will learn it slowly."

Li Tongzhou thought about it for a while, and picked one of them out, "Then buy this, and I'll take you to do the quiz together."

Guo Jingyu listened to him and saw that there were art books next to him. In the past, he took two of them and read them. They were sketch books. Every page was turned over and they were all examples. The style was very obvious. kind.

Li Tongzhou asked, "When are you going to apply for the art class?"

Guo Jingyu thought for a while, "In the second half of the year, I'll take another cultural course to lay the foundation."

Li Tongzhou didn't understand these things very well, so he was a little puzzled, "I heard from the teacher that there will be a group of classmates who will go out to study sketching in two months, won't you come with me?"

"Don't go." Guo Jingyu knew that, it was a basic class, and he started practicing with the simplest plaster statue. He had already passed that stage and was not interested in suffering again. He picked out two sketched albums, took them together, and half-jokingly said to Li Tongzhou, "Hey, if I leave, will you miss me?"

"Where?"

"For training, it will take several months to go out."

"think."

Li Tongzhou said calmly, his expression as usual.

Guo Jingyu was thick-skinned and asked him again, "How much do you think?"

Li Tongzhou half-drooped his eyes to select the exercise book, "Probably think about it every day."

Guo Jingyu's mood opened up immediately, and he grinned happily. After Li Tongzhou bought the book, he ran to pay together, "I'm coming!"

Li Tongzhou didn't argue with him either. Most of the books he bought here were chosen by Guo Jingyu.

During lunch, they didn't go far, and ate KFC nearby.

Guo Jingyu now has money in his pocket, and he has a lot of money. He wants a share of everything. When Li Tongzhou is holding the dinner plate for him and stacking them up, Li Tongzhou can't help but ask him in a low voice: "Jingyu, Can't eat so much."

Guo Jingyu said, "Let's read more books here, and we'll be able to finish our meal after staying all afternoon."

Guo Jingyu stayed with Li Tongzhou all afternoon, eating hamburgers, drinking ice-cold cola, reading books, and playing backgammon together for a while, happy like a fairy.

The French fries and New Orleans grilled wings that I bought were exactly as Guo Jingyu said, and they were consumed by them in one afternoon.

Guo Jingyu was stunned, leaned back and sat on the couch, squinting happily and humming.

There was no one in the shop in the middle of the afternoon. The books and snacks they brought were placed on two small tables. Li Tongzhou was busy writing on the clean table. Guo Jingyu was lying on the table again and stretched out his fingers. Harassing him to write, Li Tongzhou grabbed his finger and laughed.

"Li Tongzhou..."

"Li Tongzhou?"

The two voices sounded at almost the same time, Guo Jingyu narrowed his eyes and looked up.

The boy who came over was about the same age as them, holding a single set meal in his hand. Seeing that Li Tongzhou was particularly surprised, he walked over and said with a smile, "Is it really you? I'm Song Zhuoran, do you remember me?"

Li Tongzhou looked at him for a while, then nodded and said, "Remember, the provincial team chemistry competition."

"That's right, we went there together last time. If it wasn't for you, our team would have almost been wiped out, and the last experiment would have been given extra points!" The boy named Song Zhuoran was so excited that he wanted to sit at the table with them, but There was no room on the table in front of him, so he had to retreat and go to the next table, moved the chair a little closer and started chatting with Li Tongzhou, "You bought a reference book? What questions are you doing? Let me see, hey, Are you doing the wrong test book yourself? Did your teacher focus on it?"

Li Tongzhou was taciturn, and he didn't show any signs of speaking to such a familiar person. He just nodded or shook his head, and he didn't speak more than a single word.

Song Zhuoran was obviously accustomed to his attitude, and there was no rejection at all with a smile, "By the way, why did you go to class seven this time?"

"Class seven is good."