My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

   Chapter 135

  There is an overpass at Jiangcheng West Station.

  Below the overpass is sheltered from wind and rain, and there are a lot of people. Such places are generally patrolled strictly, and there are basically no homeless people and beggars.

But there are exceptions to everything. Under the overpass at Jiangcheng West Station, there happened to be an old man in his fifties, carrying a broken bag from which he didn’t know which trash can, and dragging his limping leg nearby. Dangling.

   said he was a beggar. He didn't put a broken bowl on the ground and waited for alms, instead of pulling people to ask for money. Said to be a homeless man, he himself has no money or income, he is inconvenient to move, and he is often helped by others.

  "He used to be a good contractor. He was a job that made a lot of money anyway. Later, he injured his waist in an accident, the construction site was not compensated, the project was unfinished, and the balance was not paid to him. The developer ran away.

Most of those who work with him are friends from the same village, or they are old workers who have been with him for many years. He has no choice but to cover everyone's wages with his own money, and then come here alone to find the developer-his waist was injured. He had to take a break after walking tens of meters, so he ran to Jiangcheng to collect debts. As a result, everyone went to the building and couldn't find it. "

"and then?"

   "Then, there will be no more. This is misfortune. It has nothing to do with the times, and has nothing to do with hard work. When things happen, they just happen."

  Xu Qing stood in front of the roadside stall and wanted to bring Jiang He, who was carrying chestnuts, to buy sugar-fried chestnuts. It is not the season to eat chestnuts. He can only pick the root sugarcane and let the boss cut it into sections.

  The boss's knife is very sharp, he can easily split the skin of the sugarcane. While waiting, Xu Qing looked sideways in the direction of West Station, her eyes calm.

   "He begged at the municipal gate for a few months, and he got the newspaper, but it was of no use. When he wanted to go back, his wife and children didn't recognize him, and the family moved away, so the phone couldn't get through."

  The man smiled and took out the newspaper from his dirty backpack and showed it to him again. Xu Qing suddenly sighed, "Huh..."

  "How did you know?" Jiang He took the sugarcane cut by the stall owner, pinched a piece and handed it to Xu Qing, curious about what he said.

  "We were roommates for one night, and he gave me half of the foam board he used to sleep on. He said that the ground was too cold, and he would get sick if he didn’t put it on."

Xu Qing gestured casually, "That big piece, he used it a bit bigger, but the two halves were a bit smaller, and he slept with his legs bent. I was very grateful at that time. It was almost winter, and it was quite cold at night. I took the only ten dollars I had and bought two bottles of two or two bottles of wine and drank it with him. I said most of the night under the overpass."

   "So you know it." Jiang He clicked the sugar cane, his mouth full of sweet feeling very happy, "What happened to him afterwards?"

   "I don't know, I have been there a few times afterwards. I asked him to eat a hamburger. I didn't see him anymore. Maybe I went home."

   "It's good to go home."

   "Maybe it's dead."

  In the afternoon at the end of March, the sun was warm, Jiang He followed Xu Qing, ate slowly with a bag of sugarcane, and carefully spit out the chewed residue into another bag.

  "Have you wandered too?" she asked.

   "No, that's another story about a copper belt."

  Xu Qing walked forward along the familiar street, turned to a small street, and then took a few steps forward, came to an old bookstore, paused while looking at the sign on the storefront, and took Jiang Hemai step by step.

In this era, physical books have gradually declined, and this kind of small bookstore is not visited by many people. Fortunately, the store is owned by the owner. It only needs to pay for the water and electricity to guard this place. Usually sell some exercise books to the parents of the surrounding schools. Can hold on.

  If you want to restore the lively scene of Xu Qing's childhood, it is basically out of play. Only those big bookstores will have people looking for various books, and they will be more popular.

  The boss could not recognize Xu Qing. He stretched out his hand to support the reading glasses, sat behind the counter and greeted him, but did not get up, and asked the two of them what they wanted to buy.

"just looking around."

Xu Qing answered casually, pacing in a small bookstore. Most of them here are old books and used books. There used to be book rental business, and I don’t know how to charge now. His Jin Gu Complete Works was originally in this shop. Halfway through the room, standing in front of the bookshelf holding a book to watch the rivers and lakes, the other half was renting the book back with the pocket money he saved, hiding under the wall with Qin Hao and watching with gusto.

The old bookshelves are not too messy, they are just old. It can be seen that they are often taken care of. The books on them are arranged neatly. Only one side is a variety of old books, and the other side is a five-year exercise book. For college entrance examinations and the like, there is also a bookshelf in the corner, where some professional books and various reading materials are placed. The bottom layer is comics and comic books.

   "See if you like it, pick a few books and take them back."

  Xu Qing said to Jiang He, then took out an old yellowed book and opened it.

  Books are the ladder of human progress. Jiang He's benefit from reading books is much greater than his benefit—provided that he can understand it.

  Before so many writings in the bookstore, normal people would not choose books that they could not understand to pretend. Jiang He was a normal person, so after browsing for a while, she found a book that she could understand and wanted to read.

The boss behind the counter saw that the two of them were quiet and did not bother. He was lying on the table and doing his own business. After half an hour passed without knowing it, the shadow of the figure was shrouded in front of the counter. Then he raised his eyes again and raised his head. Come.

  "These books..."

  Xu Qing put the book in her hand on the counter, then took a large pile of Jiang He's hug, flipped it twice, looked at her and said, "Isn't this unnecessary?"

  He is holding "The Legend of the Double Dragon of the Tang Dynasty", five thick copies with very small handwriting, which are pirated old books from earlier times.

  Look at others, "How to Learn to Speak'High EQ'", "Humor and Communication", "Weaknesses of Human Nature"...

Fortunately, Xu Qing doesn’t know whether this kind of marketing book and Jiang He, who is like a blank piece of paper, can have some kind of wonderful reaction. Although they are all in the vernacular, there is no harmful content—the whole story is. A lot of common sense talks over and over again, from a certain point of view, on the contrary, this kind of book is suitable for Jiang He.

   "Then don't do this." Jiang He nodded. She originally wanted to see what Datang's novel looks like...

  "A brief history of time?" The following book surprised Xu Qing for a moment. After thinking about it, he didn't say anything, and just handed it over to the boss to check out.

  Don’t even think about it. Jiang He definitely can’t understand this thing. Even he can’t understand it. It’s just the word'time' that attracted her.

  Buy as you like. Xu Qing took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code to check out. Even if you don’t understand, you can put it on the shelf to install a small ratio, which is not completely useless.

  Don’t worry about waking up one morning and seeing Jiang He in the living room using a hammer and screwdriver to make a time machine.

  (End of this chapter)