Liu Changan drank water and rinsed his mouth to clear his turbid air. He planned to go to the second-hand bookstore as planned, either just to read, or to find a few books and get something back, but he saw that his head was wrapped in white.
Ma Benwei, who was wearing gauze, took the five people from the morning to the sycamore tree again and stood in front of Liu Changan.
"Brother Liu, I'm sorry! We have blind eyes and look down upon others!"
The six people bowed in unison, very neatly.
"No need to apologize. You offended my sister and I gave you a good beating. It's all even." Liu Changan is a very reasonable person and will never be unreasonable.
Is that his sister? Ma Benwei glanced at Liu Changan. If he hadn't known that this guy was a student of the attached middle school, looking at his big pants and torn vest, he would not have been able to tell his age. But Ma Benwei already knew the person he was trying to do today.
What is the identity of the young woman who was recruited to become an Internet celebrity? Now Ma Benwei is only grateful that Liu Changan knocked down everyone on his side with a stick. If he really did something to that young woman, he is afraid that Jun Shapo
The well-established Ma family is about to be uprooted. My father, who is full of ambitions and promising career prospects, and his high-spirited brother, who is about to ring the Nasdaq bell, will be completely ruined because of his recklessness.
Little did he know that the sister Liu Changan mentioned was not the same person as he thought.
"We will turn ourselves in soon and will be detained for fifteen days. This is a little thought on my part, so please accept it." Ma Benwei doesn't believe it's really even. Whoever believes it is a fool. Ma Benwei still has this consciousness.
Ma Benwei handed over an envelope.
"No need." Liu Changan refused and thought for a moment, "If I don't accept it, won't you feel at ease?"
Ma Benwei laughed sarcastically, "Of course, if you don't accept it, doesn't it mean you don't want to finish it like this?"
"Let's do this. From now on, you can give me a hen or a cock every day. Just give it to me for a month." Liu Chang'an smiled, "The focus is on Qin Yanan's place. I will tell her that you came to talk to me."
Sorry... As for her, you don’t need to provoke her."
After saying that, Liu Changan ignored them, locked the door, and left with a swing of the cattail leaf fan. There were a lot of mosquitoes at night. Although the mosquitoes couldn't penetrate his skin at all, he was indeed more attracted to mosquitoes.
This almost brainless little animal has a sense of smell as sharp as a vampire's for the smell of blood.
Watching Liu Changan leave, Ma Benwei and the others stood there looking at each other. Is it really enough to just send a little hen every day from now on?
"What does he need so many chickens for? Days?"
"Keep your mouth clean!" Ma Benwei slapped him.
"Brother Ma, you really don't want to go to that little girl's place?"
"Then my father has to come forward! How am I qualified to apologize to others? Can I get an appointment? Or should I go to No. 1 to block the door?" Ma Benwei was very depressed. He had been a local snake for a long time, and he felt uncomfortable when he encountered a strong dragon and had to bow his head.
.
"This relative of Liu Changan is so awesome, why do you live in this shabby doghouse?"
"Maybe it's an illegitimate child..." After Ma Benwei finished speaking, he gave himself a slap in the face. It's because of his bad mouth that he got into trouble, but he still doesn't have a long memory? Ma Benwei waved his hand, "Let's go, let's go to the bureau to surrender first, fifteen days
If it can't be broadcast live...how angry will this person be? It feels cold."
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Liu Changan shook his big cattail leaf fan and walked slowly along the street to a familiar bookstore. After taking a nap, there were many old people dressed like him in the streets and alleys. He came to a familiar bookstore that he had not been to for a while.
In the bookstore, Liu Changan greeted the boss as usual: "Old Lan, business is good."
Boss Lan adjusted his reading glasses and slowly turned his head. He heard that the voice was young. He took a closer look and spat: "Younger, no matter how big or small."
Liu Changan walked around the small bookstore. It was difficult to smell the fragrance of books in a second-hand bookstore, but there was always an unavoidable smell of stale bad luck. The bookcases on three sides were filled with all kinds of old books and books without any classification.
Old books probably have no collection value, they are just cheap.
However, cheapness is the most important thing for most people. Liu Changan flipped through a few books, looked around, and came to the counter: "Boss Lan, have all the books that Professor Liu stored here been sold?
?”
Perhaps because he heard Liu Changan change his title, Boss Lan raised his head again and looked at Liu Changan carefully for a while, holding his eyes, "Yazi, where did you know Professor Liu?"
"Professor Liu won the first Young and Middle-aged Science Fund of Southern Hunan Province in 1995. In 1996, he was selected as the leader of the cross-century science and technology discipline in Southern Hunan. In 1997, he became a national candidate for the National Hundreds and Thousands of Talents Project. In 1998, he enjoyed the special allowance of the State Council...
…For such an outstanding talent, I know it’s strange?” Liu Changan asked rhetorically.
"What about 1999?" Boss Lan looked at Liu Changan with squinted eyes.
"It's not honorable, so let's not talk about it." Liu Changan said matter-of-factly.
"In 1999, it was said that Professor Liu got pregnant with a student. The scandal broke out and there was a crackdown on academic corruption. He was miserable. But before this incident, he had deposited some books with me, as if they were entrusted to him for his funeral.
Same thing, I always feel like there's something fishy about this." Boss Lan fumbled with his gray beard on his chin, "What do you think?"
"You still believe in his character."
"I trust my own vision."
"It's all in the past. If you want to sell them all, forget it. If you want to keep them, just give them to me. I'm his son." Liu Changan said without blushing. There are few people in this world who can do this by themselves.
Pretending to be his own son.
"How do you prove that you are his son?" Boss Lan stretched out his hand, "Where is the household registration book?"
"He didn't say that he would prove that I am his son when he comes to find you. All he needs to do is tell you a poem: Immortal touches my head, and I will marry my hair and live forever. Then I will ask you to get the old book." Liu Changan pointed out.
He pointed to Boss Lan's bookstore and said, "It's okay. If it doesn't work, I'll pick out a few books and you can just stop ripping people off like you always do."
Boss Lan took off his reading glasses, showed a hint of smile at the corners of his mouth, and nodded with a smile.
Liu Changan also smiled.
Boss Lan walked slowly to the back room, fetched a ladder, refused Liu Changan's help, climbed up step by step with his legs dangling by the side of the bookcase, and then pulled down a layer of ash-covered knitting and coughed.
After making a few noises, he wiped the dust off his head, grabbed the handle of an exposed rattan bookcase, and pulled it down with great effort, letting Liu Changan take over.
"I haven't seen him for many years. If you have time, let him come and have a cup of tea." Boss Lan came down and packed up the ladder.
"He's dead."
Boss Lan nodded, closed his cloudy eyes, and slowly walked back to where he was sitting without saying a word. The setting sun shone in. It was the favorite scene of humanistic photographers. The old man seemed to be able to
See life passing by.
In fact, Boss Lan is not that old. His wife looks young. She is wearing a white gauze skirt and looks like a MILF. When she walked out of the back room, she saw Liu Changan carrying the dead ghost who had kept it there for so many years.
The box that no one could touch showed some surprise.
"Professor Liu is dead, and this is his son." Boss Lan narrowed his eyes and said.
The proprietress winked her eyes instantly, showing a sad look, and sighed, "It's been almost twenty years in a flash, why is this person gone..."
As she spoke, the landlady stretched out her hand to touch Liu Changan's face, but Liu Changan quickly avoided it.
"Look...this young man is still shy." The boss's wife sneered.
Boss Lan snorted coldly and ignored it.
"I'll go now, see you soon." Liu Changan said to Boss Lan, "I'd better go to Baisha Park to play chess when I have time. I'm pretty good at it."
Boss Lan nodded, waved his hand, and glanced at the dark and dirty wooden box under the counter, which contained a chess set that had not been taken out for many years.