There was a light rain in the sky, "rustling......Rustling ......"The sound of the rain is like a song, moistening the beauty of the streets. The surroundings were foggy, as if covered with a thin veil. In the blurry distance, from time to time there were a few clear and monotonous crows. In the fresh air, the fragrance of spring flowers looms.
In the rain, under the eaves of a blue and white newsstand, some people came to take shelter from the rain;Some are sucking sugar gourds, some are flipping through books and newspapers, some are carrying kang potatoes, and some are staring at their mobile phones ......Raindrops were pounding on the newsstand.
Baby!Did you pick a copy?An aunt in her thirties who was standing casually lifted her snow-white shirt and glanced Xi at the one who was yawning.
The little boy, who was seven or eight years old, shrugged his shoulders slightly, "Just ......."Just that "A Beautiful Mind", right?As she spoke, she pointed to a lonely copy of "A Beautiful Mind" on the bookcase, her black hair cascading down like a black waterfall, and she was pleasant.
That's it—" The little boy glanced in the direction of his mother's finger, and nodded slightly, "I want this one, Mom, I want this one." His voice was decisive.
Okay—" Auntie responded to the little boy as she raised her voice and called to the newsstand owner, "Boss, help me get a copy of "A Good Mind", you see!That's it. ”
The newsstand owner was an old man in his sixties, with a thin face with no expression, some age spots, and black-rimmed glasses. He familiarly took "A Beautiful Mind" from the bookcase and hurriedly handed it over, "Hmm......Take the ......You pay eight dollars ......Just ......Ah......As he spoke, the old man's voice fell into his tired voice.
"Bang", "Beautiful Mind" slipped from the hands of the old man and the aunt to the rain on the cold concrete floor with great courage.
The aunt had just finished paying eight yuan by scanning the code with her mobile phone, but she saw "Beautiful Mind" lying on the ground, pulling her face anxiously, her eyes flashing with inexplicable doubts, "Boss, this is ......."It's your ......What do you ......The owner ......As she spoke, her aunt's pupils instantly dilated eight times, and flames burst out of her eyes.
You got it to the ground yourself, who is to blame?”
Give me a new ......I've given you money already. Auntie's voice was very affirmative.
You get it on the ground yourself, you pick it up yourself!Reason with you!The old man glanced at the people a few times, and there was a hint of meanness in his eyes.
You're not being reasonable!Are you really unreasonable, old man?”
The people around looked at each other in unison, their faces surprised. Some people muttered, some stared, and some dismissed. It's just that the little boy on the side blushed. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything;What he wanted to do, he didn't do.
At this time, a girl in red came out of the crowd under the eaves, about twenty years old, nearly one meter seven, she bathed in the spring breeze in the afternoon, approached the "Beautiful Heart" on the ground freely, slowly bent down her thin waist, stretched out her dexterous right hand, picked up the helpless "Beautiful Heart" on the ground, and saw that it was stained with some panicked rain, she quietly took out an off-white paper towel, and gently and carefully wiped the gradually muddy rain on the cover. I saw her calmly take out a brand-new "Beautiful Heart" with body temperature from her sky-blue backpack, and handed it to the dazed aunt on the side in a hurry.
The little boy on the side had been standing there, his face was red all the time, and at this moment, it was deep red and shiny.
Outside the pavilion, the rain stopped. The sun shone on the scattered people and on the newsstand. The spring breeze blows, everything warms up and becomes beautiful. "Chirp......"Chirp......"A few red-billed blue magpies are on the tall ginkgo trees, jumping and playing happily.
*: Creative Writing International Class Academy Author: Song Jiaxing).