Early in the morning, Chen Ping sat in front of his desk and had a fierce battle with his books. He had wasted a lot of time on the useless work of firing cement in the past few days, and he had to make up for it quickly.
He Qingxuan was meditating hard on an ancient book on arithmetic that he found somewhere. He wrote calculations from time to time, scratching his head and scratching his head when he was confused.
Only Ye Chongwen is a child who is unwilling to study on his days off. Instead, he has no playmates on this rare day off and feels very disappointed.
Glancing at the two people who were concentrating on each other, Ye Chongwen rolled his eyes and leaned next to Chen Ping and whispered.
"Do you still remember the teahouse we went to last time..."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Ping knew that Ye Chongwen couldn't sit still and wanted to go out to play again.
He simply threw the book away, turned to He Qingxuan and said, "What else are you reading? Chongwen is going to the teahouse to guess riddles. Are you going?"
When Chen Ping exposed his little thoughts, Ye Chongwen didn't take it seriously and instead spoke louder.
He said confidently: "That's right, people are not carriages and horses. It's rare to study on a day off. I don't have time to relax and I will be exhausted."
"We also need to combine work and rest. In my opinion, it would be good to go to a teahouse to listen to books and guess games."
He Qingxuan did not refuse Ye Chongwen's encouragement.
He couldn't stand being locked up in the academy for so many days.
It is the nature of children to play, and He Qingxuan will never be able to sit still better just because He Qingxuan is four years older.
The three of them hit it off immediately and took to the streets hand in hand.
He Qingxuan looked at Ye Chongwen's excited look and said with a smile: "It seems that Chongwen has also changed his temper. He didn't even mention a word about the book today."
"I don't know if the latest story books in the bookstore have been sold out?"
Ye Chongwen, who was still obsessed with the puzzle in the teahouse, was so excited that he suddenly became anxious.
You can guess the puzzles at any time, but story books are hard to buy!
Some very popular story books will be sold out as soon as they appear. Customers who are familiar with the boss can also reserve a few copies in advance. Children like them, who arrive late, can only wait for batches.
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Thinking of this, Ye Chongwen jumped up on the spot and shouted: "Yes, yes, yes, let's go to the bookstore to buy the storybook first, and then we go to the teahouse, okay? It's still early anyway, don't delay, don't delay."
After saying that, he looked at He Qingxuan pitifully, fearing that he would refuse. If he had nothing to say, his days would be like a year.
Thinking of He Qingxuan holding his head up arrogantly, sneering and pretending to make things difficult, and looking arrogant like he can't get what you want, it made Ye Chongwen's teeth itch with anger.
Therefore, Ye Chongwen could only look at Chen Ping beside him for help.
"Good brother, please help me persuade him. The storybooks in the bookstore are really about to be sold out!"
Chen Ping coughed in a pretentious manner, turned towards the teahouse, and said with a smile: "I'm still more interested in the puzzles in the teahouse. Storybooks and stuff are all children's stuff."
Chen Ping and He Qingxuan looked at each other and smiled, both seeing the joke in each other's eyes.
He Qingxuan looked far away and saw a yelling vendor selling candied haws.
Pretending not to care, he said: "It's okay to go to the bookstore first, but it will be boring to walk a little longer."
Chen Ping blinked and immediately took over the conversation and said with a smile: "It's okay to be bored, but it's just not very comfortable if you don't have anything to chew on."
"For example, if you can have a candied haws of sugarcane to eat, walking two extra steps is nothing."
After hearing this, Ye Chongwen smiled and immediately understood the meaning.
Although he knew clearly that the two of them were deliberately looking for trouble in order to retaliate for his sarcasm while firing cement.
But Ye Chongwen still decided to admit it. In order to rush to the bookstore early, he immediately ran to the vendor and ran back with three candied haws in the blink of an eye.
“Delicious!”
"So sweet!"
Chen Ping and He Qingxuan were appreciating the candied haws, and without delay, they followed Ye Chongwen's hurried footsteps towards the bookstore.
When he finished eating the candied haws, Chen Ping seemed to have just remembered, and said suddenly: "I almost forgot, I'm almost running out of paper and ink. I was going to the bookstore today. Thank you for reminding me, otherwise
I’m going to forget it.”
Ye Chongwen, who was walking at the front, paused, with a look of resentment and aggrievedness on his face.
Chen Ping shook the small wooden stick in his hand and said cheekily: "Stingy guy, I'll give it back to you. There's still some sugar residue left on it. Suck it with your mouth and don't waste it."
"Also, remember to keep an eye out so you don't prick anyone."
Ye Chongwen felt as if he had been stabbed by Chen Ping. He was so angry that his face turned green. He snorted coldly and turned away.
He Qingxuan made up for it.
He also shook the small wooden stick in his hand and echoed apologetically: "Actually, I have run out of paper and ink, and I have to go to the bookstore today."
Ye Chongwen looked at the two friends in disbelief. He was so angry that he was shaking all over. He couldn't express his sorrow. Suddenly, he felt that the whole world had lost its color.
Why, it’s always me who gets hurt!
Fortunately, when the three of them arrived at the bookstore, they found that the latest novel had not been sold out yet.
If he had been teased by them so much and failed to buy the latest storybook in the end, Ye Chongwen would probably sit on the ground and cry.
After seeing the script, Ye Chongwen instantly forgot all the unpleasant things.
I saw Ye Chongwen's eyes quick and his hands turned into an afterimage. Under the astonished gaze of the bookstore shopkeeper, he grabbed the last book and held it tightly to his heart.
If it weren't for Ye Chongwen being a regular customer and already familiar with the shopkeeper, the waiter would have almost pushed him to the ground.
To deal with such a young boy, there is no need to call the police on the road.
The three of them each took what they needed, and then left the bookstore with satisfaction and headed towards the teahouse.
Teahouse guessing is indeed one of the most interesting things in Qingsong Town.
Just as I was walking forward with great interest, a burst of gongs and drums suddenly sounded on the road ahead.
"Boring, boring, boring..."
With the sound of gongs, the entire street was attracted.
Chen Ping looked confused, but Ye Chongwen jumped up excitedly and shouted: "Quick, quick, quick, this is a street performer!"
After saying that, he pulled Chen Ping and He Qingxuan and squeezed forward to get a glimpse of the troupe.
In a small place like Qingsong Town, people are not very generous, so it is not easy to meet a group of performers.
Chen Ping naturally knew what a vaudeville troupe was, and he had seen many various vaudeville performances on TV in his previous life.
Chen Ping actually doesn't have much interest in the sideshows of this world.
Because ancient theater troupes and juggling troupes were both low-level businesses, and they were mostly places where filth and evil were harbored.
Serious people, as long as they have a livelihood job, will not enter these industries. They travel across mountains and rivers, their income depends entirely on fate, and they cannot return home for several years.
However, seeing Ye Chongwen's high spirits, he couldn't help but push forward.
Fortunately, the three of them arrived relatively early and were not very tall, so they were able to weave through the crowd, and soon they reached the front.
The three of them have not yet stood firm.
A burst of loud cheers suddenly sounded around me.