I have nothing to do

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The second-hand book market is located in a block in the old city. It is a second-hand goods market and an antique market in people's mouth. On Saturdays and Sundays, there will be stall owners selling second-hand books. There are all types of old books. Some stall owners are not good-looking but they are real. Some stall owners are eloquent about good things, but the bunches are printed and then used to make old ones. Whether you can find good things depends mainly on whether customers will choose them.

The second-hand book market in Jiangzhou, where Yan Yu often goes, and this place are two different atmospheres.

The old book market in Jiangzhou is located in a temple near the residential area in the city center, but Confucius is not enshrined in it. This market is also open every sixth day, but compared with the capital, the second-hand book market in Confucian Temple is relatively quiet , the people inside are not very talkative. They are book buyers and sellers. They only talk about the price when they choose what they want to buy, while Yan Yu buys when they choose what they want. They don’t talk much about the price. It’s not because he’s rich, it’s because he doesn’t know how to bargain, and he can’t speak out, so when he buys something, he will set a psychologically expected price for himself. As long as it is lower than this price or equal to it, he will buy it directly. If it is higher, it will be ignored. Yes, it's all predestined.

However, the second-hand book market in the capital is quite lively, the crowd is bustling, and Yan Yu can't help being a little cautious in it.

Weng Chi didn't drive his flamboyant car, but came here by subway with Yan Yu. Cheng Xinyuan also yelled to follow, so Weng Chi was locked in the office directly. He told the company's assistant here unless Director Cheng said I can't hold it anymore, otherwise don't let it out.

The winter in the north is much colder than that in the south. The south is damp and cold, and the cold air soaks into the bones with water, while the north is dry and cold. The air-conditioning cuts the face like a sharp knife, making it painful.

Weng Chi's outfit today is in line with the phrase "grace, not temperature". He is wearing a cashmere coat with a turtleneck sweater and leather shoes. There is a brooch pinned to the collar of the coat. Weng Chi knows that his jawline is very beautiful. People he had dated with before said so, saying that he wore a turtleneck with only his chin exposed and matched with that indifferent face, which had a kind of ascetic temperament that made people want to stop.

Since they all couldn't stop, Yan Yu must also be unable to.

But from the moment he saw Yan Yu, he began to regret it.

Yan Yu was wearing a gray down jacket, carrying a backpack, jeans and Martin boots on his lower body, the scarf around his neck was the one he gave him, and his hands were in his pockets.

Yan Yu was obviously also surprised when he saw Weng Chi's attire. He asked if there was any other arrangement after visiting the second-hand book market, and if he needed to wear formal clothes. It might be too late for him to go back and change now.

Weng Chi quickly said no, he forced himself to hold his respect, saying that he came in a hurry and brought a few clothes, and this cashmere coat was the warmest.

There is a subway station near the hotel, and I didn't feel anything while walking and chatting with Yan Yu, but when we got out of the subway station, when the north wind blew, Weng Chi's clothes were blown through, and the heat on his body was all gone. wind away.

After finally walking to the second-hand book market, Weng Chi was so cold that he just wanted to shiver. He followed Yan Yu's buttocks, watching Yan Yu squatting in front of the booth to choose books.

Yan Yu has been very quiet since he entered this market, and his eyes never left the bookstalls. Although Yan Yu has no expression, Weng Chi can feel that Yan Yu really likes this place.

Some of his stalls would just take a quick look, while others would squat down and spend a little time browsing. At this time, Weng Chi stood aside and waited silently for him.

Weng Chi is not interested in reading books. He thinks that when he was studying, he had read enough books, including movies. Living freely, after encountering Yan Yu, his goal was revised to: make a lot of money for Yan Yu and live a free life with Yan Yu.

But even though he doesn't like reading, it doesn't mean he doesn't want to read with Yan Yu.

He thinks serious facial expressions are the most attractive.

It would be even better if it wasn't so cold when I was with you.

Yan Yu and Weng Chi got a lot of rewards from the round trip. He bought several books he liked, and the price was quite reasonable. Some books were too expensive, but Weng Chi helped to negotiate. If it didn't work out, he even looked ugly at the stall owner, but in the end he gave it to Weng Chi.

Weng Chi told him that this is the charm of negotiation. They test each other's bottom line, and then they all want to dance on each other's bottom line. The final competition is who steps on the line closest to that line.

"Don't worry, don't look at him gnashing his teeth, he will definitely not sell you if he loses money, and he will have fun counting the money." Weng Chi put the books in Yan Yu's schoolbag. He took off his backpack and carried it on his chest, which not only prevents theft but also saves Yan Yu some energy.

"It's lunch time soon, let's go to eat, and by the way, you can accompany me to meet an old friend." Weng Chi patted the inside of his schoolbag, which was already bulging. He saw that it was noon and said that he could come again next time if he liked it. Anyway, in their line of business, Jiangzhou and the capital have to travel countless times a year, and there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.In addition, Weng Chi has to meet someone when he comes here this time. He said it was to reminisce about the past, but in fact it was mainly to make some money.

"Is it your good friend?" Yan Yu asked curiously, never heard Weng Chi mention it before.

"It's okay, we met when we were young, and we've been in touch intermittently over the years." Weng Chi walked away with Yan Yu while looking at the map, "His mother and my mother have a very good relationship, and we saw each other more before, but since her We haven't seen each other very much since the two passed away, and I only remembered him when you said you came here yesterday, he has business here."

"He runs a bookstore?"

"No." Weng Chi stopped in front of an antique tea house.

The teahouse is three stories high, and the parking spaces on both sides are full of cars. There is a plaque hanging at the gate saying: Mingyue Tower.

"He's an antique dealer."

Yan Yu has only seen this kind of occupation in novels, and this is the first time he has seen real people doing this. He thought that people who do this must be the kind of very old men with long beards, or they must wear glasses A middle-aged man with greasy hair.

But the person in front of him smiled slightly, he was so handsome.

"This is my friend Qi Muyuan." Weng Chi introduced to Yan Yu, "An upright antique dealer and a teahouse owner who does not aim at profit."

"Do you have something serious in your mouth?" Qi Muyuan smiled and stretched out his hand to Yan Yu, "I'm his childhood friend, just call me Xiao Qi."

"My name is Yan Yu, I belong to Weng Chi—"

"Subject." Weng Chi didn't wait for Yan Yu to finish speaking before taking over, "In your terms, it's us who are dating. As for us, Xiaoyan, we do design in a big company and watch movies and write movie reviews in our spare time. Read books, read newspapers, etc., with a quiet and steady personality, not as noisy as some comedians."

"Oh." Qi Muyuan made a look of sudden realization, "No wonder you carry a bag on your chest, isn't it bronchitis?"

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A little linkage with my cross talk theme article that was locked after writing 4000 words (there is no arrangement when it will be republished). Qi Muyuan is a mysterious antique dealer and a folk art lover in it. A cross talk actor should be a fan. This article will not appear.In the teahouse, there are Peking Opera drums and cross talk, and occasionally Kunqu opera.The tea house and the antique shop are respectively called "Mingyue Tower" and "Qingfengzhai" from: Who sits with me on the bright moon and cool breeze.

Hey, if there is a chance, I still want to finish writing this cross talk essay, if there is a chance.

Some friends should be able to guess these two book markets. I used to go to the one in Jiangzhou. It has really good things, but I heard that it has been closed recently, which is a pity.