Title: "Selection"
Character: boy-17 years old, senior one student. Wearing an ordinary dark down jacket and a thin wool hat.
Time: A winter afternoon.
Location: A quiet corner of the small bookstore, between two rows of four-story bookshelves (the height of the second bookshelf is almost parallel to the boy's line of sight).
A boy walked into the shop with his hands in his pockets. 〕
The boy (on the left side of the stage) should be on this bookshelf, right? Ok, thank you. I'll find it myself.
[From the shelf on the right, the boy gently stroked the spine of the book on the second floor, the name of a place, his lips slightly open, and read the title. After reading the bookshelves on the first floor, I bent down to read the books on the third floor from the back. He walked slowly to the starting point, but still didn't see the book he wanted. The boy looked up and glanced quickly at the books on the top floor. He turned to look for the second and third rows of books on the left shelf as before, and the speed was getting faster and faster. Going back to the starting point again, he still can't find the book he wants. The boy straightened up, took a long breath and looked at two rows of bookshelves, somewhat puzzled and disappointed. The boy walked slowly between the bookshelves, took out a book, flipped through it and put it back. He continued to look at the books on the top shelf at random, pulled out a thick one, turned over a page, and read them for longer than before. Finally, he closed the price on the back of the book, shrugged his shoulders, carefully stood the book on the bookcase and slowly put it back. The boy stepped back and looked at the book on the third floor slightly. When he saw one come forward and take it out, it was already much thinner than the previous one. He opened a page and read it carefully. Then he turned over a few pages, glanced at it, and couldn't help but "click". Finally, he curled his lip, not particularly satisfied. He put the book back and then pulled it out at once, showing only the price. 〕
Boy (raised his head and looked at the price gently, as if to keep it in mind) 12 yuan.
The boy pushed the book into the bookshelf, and then pulled out a thicker book in the position of several books. He looked at the price first, then slowly opened the book and read it carefully, and then continued to turn to the next page. After reading two or three pages, he closed the book again to determine the price, then put the book on the cabinet, grabbed the collar with his right hand, unzipped his left hand, reached into the mezzanine bag and took out a bundle of money. He spread out the money and counted it one by one. After counting, his left hand pinched the money into a bundle and held it in his hand as before, and his right hand reached into the pocket outside the down jacket and took out a handful of change. The boy squatted in front of the cupboard, carefully scattered the change on the cupboard, sorted it out and counted it. 〕
Boys ... 33, 34, 34 yuan 5, 34 yuan 7, 34 yuan 8. only ...
The boy squeezed all his money together and reopened the book. Then he stood up, took out the thin book just now and squatted down. He opened the covers of two books respectively, found the same chapter in the catalogue, then opened it and compared it with his fingers bit by bit. Finally, he closed the thin book and put it back. He picked up eight books of 34 yuan and carefully checked whether the covers were damaged. Naturally, turn slowly and walk to the end of the bookshelf. Suddenly he turned around and looked surprised. 〕
Boy (with a surprised face) I ... I'm looking for a book here! (My eyes slightly deflect to the left of the stage with my head, and then show a trace of dissatisfaction and disdain) Hum, maybe I will steal!
As if inspired by something, the boy opened the clothes without zipper with his right hand and wanted to put the book in the clothes, but he pulled it out as soon as he put it in, and his face turned red at once. He walked to the beginning of the bookshelf, slowly looked at the left side of the stage, pulled back, glanced at the book in his hand, and clenched his left hand with money. The boy unconsciously pressed the book to his chest, and his eyes kept turning aimlessly, which showed that there was a fierce ideological struggle in his heart. Finally, he took a deep breath and breathed a sigh of relief. Naturally, he took the book in his hand and walked to the left side of the stage to get the money. His steps became bigger. The boy has no intention of looking at the bookshelf on the left again. Suddenly he stopped and looked surprised. He hurried to the front of the bookshelf and squatted down, pulling out a book from the lowest row. 〕
How can the boy be here (happily, involuntarily)!
The boy quickly put 34 yuan's eight books where he had just taken them out, picked up the books he wanted to buy and trotted to the left of the stage.
Attachment: Biography of people
Boy: He is a high school student from a poor family. I was supposed to be a sophomore, but I dropped out of school for a year because of tuition, so I went to senior one. He has a little inferiority complex, but he has a strong self-esteem and is particularly sensitive to money-related issues, such as stealing. Because of his inferiority, he is not good at words and has few friends, so he likes to spend more time studying and reading. He seldom goes to the bookstore to buy books, on the one hand, because most of them can be borrowed from the library, on the other hand, books are more expensive now, so he only buys them when necessary.