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Yang Chen just talked on the phone and didn't pay attention to where Mother Wang was. He shook his head and asked, "Why are you looking for Mother Wang?"
Lin Ruoxi frowned, bit her lip and did not speak, as if thinking about something.
At this moment, Mother Wang's voice came on the second floor, "Miss, what's the matter?"
Yang Chen and Lin Ruoxi looked up together, suddenly a little dumbfounded.
I saw Wang Ma changed into a white dressing gown at the moment, standing by the railing on the second floor, her hair was scattered all over, and that face was covered with a white mask, actually doing self-care for her.
Lin Ruoxi reddened each other, and said a bit grotesquely: "Wang Ma, when did you start making facial masks, and have you forgotten what day it is?"
While doing a small massage on her face, Wang Ma thought for a while, "Oh, miss, look at Wang Ma, I am getting older and my memory is getting worse and worse. I forgot what you said."
When Yang Chen saw the white-faced mother Wang, she was a bit fresh. No wonder Wang's mother was in her fifties and she looked like a woman in her forties. It turned out that she was also doing this nursing work on weekdays. But I want to come. I look after such a big home by myself. When the day is not busy, there is nothing else I can do except to take care of myself.
"Mother Wang, hurry up, I'll wait for you." Lin Ruoxi said helplessly, unhappy, just like the little girl who was deceived by her elders.
Yang Chen felt weird. Is there anything that I have to wait for Wang's mother to do it together
Without waiting for Yang Chen to ask, Mother Wang said, "Miss, don’t wait for me. We used to be the only two women’s house. Now that the lady is married to my uncle, of course my uncle will accompany her to the bookstore to buy books. , I still have a lot of care to do today, miss you, go with your uncle."
"No!" Lin Ruoxi said vigilantly: "I'm going to be with Wang Ma."
Wang Ma walked down the stairs with a smile, her hands still rubbing her face, "Miss, I'm too old to be with you all the time. You will have to live with your husband and wife in the days to come. I will stay with the young lady. Going to the bookstore to buy books can’t help much, at most I can help with two bags of books. My uncle is different. They are all young people. They can always talk and exchange opinions. Besides, there is a man around me when I go out at night. It's always good. I can rest assured that my uncle will protect you."
Yang Chen suddenly felt that this woman was going to the bookstore to buy books. Although she didn’t get along for a long time, she probably understood that Lin Ruoxi seemed to like books very much. Last time she saw a dazzling array of storage like a small library in her study room, and the hospital When you are here, you have to send a lot of books to read each week.
Unexpectedly, this cold-tempered female president who is not close to strangers goes to the bookstore to buy books, and she must be accompanied by Wang’s mother, just like a little girl asks her mother to accompany her to buy books.
Lin Ruoxi was at a loss for words. What Wang Ma said was reasonable. Although she felt very awkward in her heart, she didn't know why. She had some inexplicable hopes for Wang Ma's proposal.
Mother Wang smiled slightly and said to Yang Chen: "Auntie, Miss has no friends since she was a child, and she likes to read books by herself. Basically, she goes to Zhonghai Bookstore to buy a lot of books every month. When the old lady and the lady were there, They will accompany the young lady, but now they have all left, leaving me the old lady to accompany the young lady. The lady will be very uncomfortable by herself. Now that I am fine, with my uncle, I can also retire."
After that, Wang Ma gave Yang Chen an "encouraging" look, and walked back upstairs slowly.
Lin Ruoxi's little caution was told by Wang's mother. She felt very uncomfortable in front of Yang Chen, but fortunately her expression was always cold, so she couldn't be embarrassed.
Yang Chen knew that she was thin-skinned, and did not continue to ask anything, and said: "Let's go, it is not safe to be alone in the evening, I will accompany you."
"Do you know where Zhonghai Book City is?" Lin Ruoxi asked.
"I don't know, just tell me the way." Yang Chen said.
Lin Ruoxi shook her head slightly, "I'm here to drive."
"Is this important?" Yang Chen wondered.
Lin Ruoxi nodded solemnly, and said with a serious face: "It's very important. I don't want to die in a car accident just to buy a book."
"..."
More than half an hour later, sitting in a black Mercedes-Benz Slk that Lin Ruoxi drove out of the garage, the two came to Zhonghai Bookstore.
The entire bookstore occupies a 20-story building, and books from various industries can be found here. Neon lights around in this area appear to be extremely sparse, and the traffic flow is relatively sparse, but the flow of people outside the book city in the past was extremely large.
Although material life has been extremely rich in this era, the magical invention of books has never been eliminated. Many scientists claim that traditional books will be eliminated by e-books and other tools, and paper will be submerged in the long river of history. But in fact, books have an irreplaceable status. Since ancient times, human inventions have not been eliminated, and among them are books.
In fact, the reason for this is very simple. When a person sees an e-book, there are often only two choices, read or not. When faced with a book, people can choose the "beneficial unwinding" approach. You only need to fiddle with the pages of the book to roughly know what the book is about. This is something that e-books cannot do.
Yang Chen followed Lin Ruoxi and walked into the book city all the way.
Lin Ruoxi's dress was mediocre, but she was facing the sky, wearing an ordinary white skirt that she didn't know how many times she had washed, but there were always a lot of eyes on her, and even the eyes of many men were Chi Luoluo's greed. This allowed Yang Chen to understand to a greater extent why Lin Ruoxi had to have someone to accompany her. In such a crowded occasion, it was indeed dangerous for a girl like her to be alone.
After standing on the elevator to the humanities and history area on the tenth floor, Lin Ruoxi walked out of the elevator and saw that Yang Chen had been following herself. She was a little uncomfortable, so she said, "You can take care of yourself. Just wait at the door."
"I'm not reading a book, I'm here to look at you," Yang Chen said.
"I'm not a kid, why look at me?" Lin Ruoxi said displeased.
Yang Chen didn't care, "Just keep your eyes on it. Since Wang Ma let me look at you, I will do what I say. Don't worry, it won't affect your reading. You can do whatever you see."
Lin Ruoxi knew that talking to this rogue would not have a good result, maybe he was so angry that he had to stare at him, and then began to browse among the rows of well-defined bookshelves.
Because the entire floor is wide, although there are many people in the bookstore, most of the time it is quietly surrounded by no one.
Lin Ruoxi reads books in a very complicated style. Starting from the dozen or so floors, books on each floor will go to see, select a few books, and put them in the book basket. When they reach the eighteenth floor in the fashion design area, Yang Chen Two of his hands have already carried two large plastic baskets full of books, and they add up to less than a hundred catties.
I came to the Bookstore with Wang Ma before. Because they were all women, they often couldn't take a basket of books, so they had to go to the first floor and save them before going upstairs to select, which was very troublesome. When I came with Yang Chen this time, Lin Ruoxi felt much more relaxed. No matter what book I chose, I just need to put it in the basket Yang Chen was carrying.
At this time, the woman seemed very engaged, and she simply forgot how many books she had selected. She shuttled back and forth between the bookshelves, seeming to browse all kinds of books tirelessly.
Many customers who walked by the two of them saw Yang Chen carrying the big basket in both hands, full of books, and gave Yang Chen expressions of admiration and silence. In their opinion, the man’s arm must have been almost broken. Lost. However, after seeing Lin Ruoxi's face, those customers were relieved. It was estimated that they were pursuing desperately to please the girls. When some young male customers saw Yang Chen's condition, the idea of starting a conversation with Lin Ruoxi disappeared. Such a woman "cannot bear it."
Yang Chen didn't care, he didn't consider whether the weight of his hand was beyond the scope of normal people's understanding, as long as the basket could be put down, he wouldn't say anything.
After passing the fashion and design area, the two finally came to the last level, which is a special level of foreign language books. There are very few people on this level. After all, most of them are books in French, Spanish and other languages, and they can understand them. Fewer, and even fewer people are willing to read these popular books in foreign languages.
When Lin Ruoxi arrived at this level, she suddenly remembered Yang Chen's perverted foreign language ability that she had to subdue for, and asked casually: "Can you understand all the books here?"
Yang Chen glanced at it. It was all the languages of Western countries and a few languages of Southeast Asia and the Middle East, and there were no small languages of Africa and Latin America that he did not know. So he nodded and said, "I can understand it."
Lin Ruoxi originally asked a casual question, but Yang Chen couldn't expect Yang Chen to understand it. She couldn't help feeling that Yang Chen was bragging. After all, there were less than twenty foreign language books on this floor, in order to give Yang Chen a little bit." The lesson of "talking and talking" is also a playful mentality, and Lin Ruoxi quietly walked all the way to the small part of Albanian.
Albanian is the official language of Yugoslavia, Serbia and other countries and regions. Because it combines many vocabulary such as Greek, Italian, Slavic, etc., it is one of the most unpopular but difficult to learn European languages.
Lin Ruoxi picked up a thick book with a black cover and turned it to a page. The Albanian text on it was densely packed, and it was a headache to read.
"You can understand the language here, can you translate the text on this page to me?" Lin Ruoxi looked at Yang Chen with a bright expression, not at all as if he had been walking around the bookstore for three hours.
Yang Chen glanced briefly, smashed his mouth with some embarrassment, and asked: "Can I not say it? I think this is more difficult to say."
"Don't make excuses, isn't it just a translation? Don't you say that you can? What's the problem? I'm holding the book to you, and you just need to open your mouth and talk." Lin Ruoxi asked urgently, her beautiful eyes filled The triumphant joy felt that he had finally occupied Shangfeng and defeated Yang Chen. t