But when he arrived at the bookstore, the man was a little confused.
This letter...who is it addressed to?
There is no addressee written on the envelope, nor any other information. It is just a clean envelope.
…
The man stroked the envelope a few times and placed it on the cashier.
The long-lost sight of the bookstore in front of him brought back memories of his childhood.
It's really been a long time since he visited a bookstore.
Unexpectedly, I stepped into a bookstore again after so many years, only to close it.
There was a wry smile on the man's face.
He couldn't help but walk towards the bookshelf.
He used to always sit on the floor in front of the bookshelf, leaning against the bookshelf and flipping through yellowed books that most children were not interested in.
But he looked at it with relish.
However, as he grows older, he no longer comes to the bookstore.
He prefers to hang out with friends.
Play football or games.
He also had some disdain for the old man's bookstore.
He was reluctant to bring his friends to the bookstore for fear that they would think he was too boring.
What a childish idea.
Thinking about it now, the man shook his head slightly because of who he was back then.
…
It’s always emotional to revisit an old place.
The man wandered among several bookshelves, brushing his fingers over the books.
He even discovered the martial arts novels he read as a child.
He had some surprises and surprises.
Do these books still exist?
Although this also shows how bleak the business of the elderly bookstore is.
The man took out a martial arts novel and started reading it.
Um?
The man's fingers rubbed a dark stain on the page.
He remembered that this was what he left behind.
He was just a primary school student at that time...
...
The old man is not allowed to bring food into the bookstore.
Even if he has eaten food with strong flavor, he has to wait until the smell has gone away before he is allowed to enter the bookstore.
That day, he poured the drink into a water glass and took it into the bookstore.
Then I accidentally spilled my drink on the page while reading.
He was so frightened that his heart almost stopped beating.
The old man is very talkative about other things, but he is especially true when it comes to books.
If the old man knew that he not only brought drinks into the bookstore, but also soiled the books, then he would definitely be in serious trouble.
He hurriedly wiped the pages of the book a few times, and then stuffed the book back on the bookshelf.
After several days, when the old man didn't notice, he took out the book again and read the rest of the content.
…
He had tried every means to remove the traces on the book.
He only gave up when he saw that the paper was almost worn out by him.
…
The man stayed in front of the bookshelf for a long time before returning to the cashier.
What made him helpless was that during this period, not a single customer came to the door.
The bookstore's business was worse than he imagined.
...
The man sat down and picked up the newspaper placed aside.
As a result, he could see the bookshelf in front of him through the hole in the newspaper, so how could he read the content?
He twitched his eyes.
How come this newspaper is in such a state of disrepair?
It's like being bitten by some insect.
Moreover, this newspaper is so tattered, why is it still here?
Don't throw it away either.
He shook his head helplessly, knowing that it was probably because of the old man's frugality.
He put the newspaper back where it belonged.
Then he picked up the envelope.
Although it is not good to read a letter addressed to others without permission, if the recipient is not clear, the letter may contain information about the recipient, so the man took out the letter paper out of this consideration.
…
A beetle?
The man frowned at the strange name.
Could anyone be called this name?
He shook his head and continued reading.
There are a lot of weird names these days, but it’s nothing to be surprised about.
His brows relaxed.
But soon, the man's brows furrowed tightly again, and the look on his face became increasingly strange.
"what?"
The man murmured softly.
"Isn't Dad an old fool?"
…
Thinking of this, an idea flashed in the man's mind, "Are you a beetle?"
The man blurted out and asked.
If the recipient of the letter knew that the old man had written such a letter, it would be barely understandable.
Maybe they had agreed before that the old man would write him a letter.
…
"no."
Xiao Xiao shook his head
The man's excited expression froze.
no.
So how did this young man know that the old man had something to say?
Did you just guess right by chance?
…
"But I know beetles."
Xiao Xiao's next words cheered up the disappointed man, "Do you know Zhi?"
"Very good."
"where is he?"
"My father always remembered this letter to him before he died."
"I was thinking about giving the letter... to the beetle."
…
"There's no way it's coming."
Xiao Xiao glanced at the beetle.
It's here, but it means nothing if the man can't see it.
For men, it just doesn't exist.
The man's face showed a puzzled expression at first, and then an apologetic look.
Xiao Xiao knew that the man might have misunderstood.
"That's it."
The man already regarded the beetle as a close friend of the same age as the old man. He would remember to write to each other before he died. Their relationship was definitely very deep.
Although the man was surprised, as the son of an old man, how could he not know that the old man had such a friend named Zhi?
I never heard the old man talk about it at all.
I never saw that person come to visit me during the holidays.
Or does he just miss it every time?
But it's useless to say this now.
The old man passed away.
The beetle also died.
…
"I'll give you this letter."
The man handed the envelope to the young man in front of him.
"Thanks."
Xiao Xiao accepted the letter.
"Thank you for what?"
The man waved his hand and said, "Originally, it was for Old Man."
Old beetle?
Xiao Xiao's eyes flickered.
Although in terms of how long a certain monster has lived, it can indeed be called old.
However, among monsters, this guy is obviously just a little guy.
…
"Since Mr. Zhi is no longer here, I will do the same to you."
The man smiled and said, "If it's not too much trouble, I hope you can bring this letter with you next time you visit Mr. Zhu."
"After all, it is a letter written with care by an old man."
My health is so bad, but I still managed to write this letter.
The man thought, the old man must be very sorry that he did not say goodbye to the old man in person, right?
"I still hope that old beetle can receive this letter."
…
"nature."
Xiao Xiao nodded, "That's what I planned."
"Thanks."
The man's eyebrows relax.
In this case, the task that the old man told him before his death was finally completed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
…
"Then I'll take my leave."
Hearing this, the beetle jumped and landed on the bag containing the books.
Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly, this monster was conscious.
He looked at the man and said, "Goodbye, boss."
"Hey, goodbye."
The man waved his hand.
…
Xiao Xiao did not go far.
There happened to be a big tree nearby with a circle of wooden chairs surrounding it.
At this time, there was no one on the wooden chair.
