As I walked, I thought, "Where did you study yesterday? Where is that book? The third row on the left is not bad ... "Walking to the door of the bookstore, I can see that the bookstore is still crowded with customers as usual, and I can feel at ease. But I'm worried about whether that book will be sold out, because I've been reading it for several days and it seems that there are only one or two books left yesterday.
I stepped into the bookstore door, feeling glad that no one noticed. I stood on tiptoe and got under the adult's armpit. Oh, I messed up my short hair. It doesn't matter. I finally got in. In a colorful book, my eyes looked for it eagerly, but I couldn't find it. Count it again from the beginning, ah! It's here. It is not where it was yesterday.
I'm glad it hasn't been sold, but it's still lying on the shelf, waiting for my arrival. I was so happy and eager to reach for it, but when I arrived, there was a huge palm with five fingers far apart, which held down the whole book: "Are you going to buy it or not?"
The noise was loud and alarmed other customers. They all turned around and faced me. I'm like a caught thief, ashamed and embarrassed, and my face is red. I looked up at him shyly, the owner of the bookstore, and he looked down at me majestically. The shop is his, and he has every reason to treat me like this. I protested in a voice that was almost crying: "Can't you even watch?" In fact, how weak my voice is!
Under the eyes of the public, I almost walked out of the store in confusion, followed by the boss's sneer: "Not once!" " "Not once? That tone is very tolerant to me, as if I were an unforgivable old thief. But did I steal something? I'm just a poor student who can't afford and is eager to read that book!
One day, I happened to pass by the window of the bookstore. There are just a few famous books in front of the window that I admire for a long time and miss reading. Driven by desire, I couldn't help going into the bookstore to inquire about its price. Maybe I was too short to attract attention and no one came to say hello. I just open a book on the long table and read it slowly. After reading it for a while, no one paid attention to it, but the story in the book made me fascinated and couldn't bear to put it down. Until I had a lot of time, a shop assistant came. I quickly closed the book and handed it to him. I asked him the price as if it were nothing. I know that any cheap price is useless to me, and I never have extra money to buy it.
But since then, I have a way to learn without spending a penny. After class, I hurried to this "cultural street". There are many bookstores here, which gave me more opportunities.
One page, two pages, I like a hungry thin wolf, greedily swallowing, I am very happy, but also very afraid, this taste of stealing food! Sometimes it takes several bookstores to finish reading a book. For example, I felt that the environment at that time was no longer suitable for me to stand in this bookstore, so I would put down my books in a measured way, walk out casually, and then walk into another shop.
I hope to go to a bookstore with many customers, just because it can squeeze a little me in without being noticed. Although there are many people who come in to read books occasionally, there are really no people like me who patronize and never buy one. So I want to hide myself, really like a thief. Sometimes I stick to an adult, as if I were a little sister or daughter who came with him.
The happiest thing is rainy days. Thanks to the rain irrigation, the heavier the rain, the happier I am, because then I have every reason to stay in the bookstore. It seems that people who take shelter from the rain occasionally take shelter under other people's eaves. Are you always embarrassed to drive them away? I sometimes pretend to frown and look at the street from time to time, as if to say, "this rain has made me unable to go back." In fact, how happy I am: "Be bigger!" Bigger! "
But I am not a person who can forget all about eating and sleeping when studying. Spring is full, cooking is fragrant, and I am hungry, too. At this time, I can't help daydreaming: if only I had money in my bag. I went to Sanyangchun and ate a bowl of hot sparerib noodles. When I came back, someone had put a spring sofa on it and sat comfortably and continued to watch. My legs are really sore. I use one leg to support the other alternately, and sometimes I put my hips on my head and lean against the bookcase in order to have a temporary rest. I know there is still a long way to go home, but my thirst for knowledge is so urgent that I don't want to give up any chance to steal a look.