Chapter 1393 Daily Life of the Woodworm and the Elderly

"Worm."

The old man interrupted the monster's narration.

Although it was quite novel to listen to a monster talking about his past, the old man still had many questions to ask.

I can only temporarily interrupt the monster's interest.

"If you've always been here, why haven't I seen you before?"

The old man was puzzled.

"who knows?"

The woodworm rolled his eyes.

"Who knows how you suddenly saw me?"

"And scared-" I was so shocked.

The worm swallowed the second half of the sentence.

It’s a bit too embarrassing to say it out loud.

"is it?"

The old man murmured, "I don't know."

Then the old man smiled and said, "Is this a dying gift from God?"

The final moments revealed another side of the world to him.

It turns out that monsters really exist in this world.

The so-called strange stories are not just imagination.

The old man felt his heart beating a little faster.

He stroked his chest.

When you get older, it's not good to have a fast heartbeat.

He suddenly thought of something and frowned slightly.

"Silverworm-"

"Were you just...eating a book?"

"Ah."

Seeing the old man's expression was not right, the woodworm felt uncomfortable for a moment. After so many years, it naturally knew how much this human loved books. Then it became confident and said, "I eat books anyway."

It is a bookworm, and bookworms eat books.

This is its nature.

……

It’s not that the old man doesn’t understand what the monster means.

He is not so pedantic as to insist on changing carnivores into herbivores.

But, eating books...

"Any book will do?"

The old man murmured, as if he was asking the woodworm, or as if he was talking to himself.

"That"

“As long as it’s paper, it’ll be fine?”

The old man's eyes lit up.

"How about a newspaper?"

The old man immediately went to the cashier counter next to him and got a newspaper. He walked quickly and his movements were quite neat.

"Hey, this kind of newspaper, is it okay?"

"It's similar to a book, with words printed on paper."

"You should be able to eat it, too?"

The old man was a little excited.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his sudden idea was very reliable.

Books are meant to be read, and good books are meant to be preserved for a long time.

But newspapers are different.

The news in the newspaper will become outdated after today.

He would cut out the piece of news that he was particularly interested in from the newspaper and paste it in his notebook.

As for the remaining newspapers, he would accumulate a certain amount and sell them to newspaper collectors.

If monsters could eat newspapers, he wouldn't sell those newspapers.

Leave them all for the monsters to eat.

newspaper?

The termite stared at the newspaper that the human in front of it was holding in front of it. It was not unfamiliar with this thing.

It has seen this.

This human holds it and looks at it every morning.

Eat. It is edible.

It’s just that the taste isn’t as good as that of the book.

There are so many books here, why does it eat newspapers?
However, it didn't know what this human would do to it if it continued to eat books?

Will it drive it away?

Or just solve it directly?

"Can I eat it?"

The old man looked at the woodworm with some earnestness.

The woodworm looked at the human in front of him silently for a while.

I couldn't help but be distracted. It seemed that not long ago this human's face was not like this, without so many wrinkles.

Time is particularly evident in human beings.

It felt inexplicably emotional.

Then it nodded.

The demon is under the eaves and has to bow its head.

It has to deal with this human first, and at most it can secretly improve the food later.

It’s not like this human being will always be in the store.

With so many books, it wouldn't be noticed if it just picked a few and ate a few corners.

"Great."

The old man had no idea what the monster was thinking.

He was happy that monsters could coexist with this bookstore.

If the monster can only eat books, then it is not suitable to stay in the bookstore.

……

After that day, the old man and the termite reached a consensus and initially established a friendly relationship.

This relationship gradually deepened over time.

The termites began to get used to appearing in the old man's field of vision.

Because the old man is always looking for it.

Although the old man did not behave too exaggeratedly, how could he remain calm after seeing the monster with his own eyes?

Even for a long time, the old man had a feeling of unreality.

So, from the second day after seeing the woodworm, the first thing the old man did when he entered the bookstore was to call the woodworm's name.

He would not breathe a sigh of relief until the termite responded to him and appeared in front of him.

He was always worried.

He wonders when he will no longer see termites.

After all, I couldn’t see termites before.

After all, he saw the termite without any warning and inexplicably.

What if one day he suddenly becomes blind?

For no reason, just as he suddenly saw it, he suddenly couldn't see it anymore.

The woodworm also began to get used to staying with the old man.

Read the newspaper with the old man.

Occasionally, he would bite off a small piece of what the elderly were reading as a prank.

Looking at the old man's helpless expression, he smiled smugly and arrogantly.

It was curious about the tea the old man drank.

Yellowish reddish color.

Has a pleasant aroma.

The old man poured a little tea into the teacup lid.

It took a big bite with great anticipation, then started coughing and sticking out its tongue, with its entire face twisted together.

so bitter.

The old man was both worried and amused.

Not only does this monster sound like a child, it also dislikes bitter tastes, which is also like a child.

Although a certain monster always says that he has lived for a very long time.

The old man didn't quite notice this.

The old man later made honey tea specially for the woodworm.

Seeing that the little monster was still not satisfied with the taste, the old man simply didn't add any tea and just made honey water.

The woodworm immediately fell in love with the sweet honey water.

The old man couldn’t help but think, monsters shouldn’t have to worry about consuming too much sugar, right?
The old man's daily life is very regular.

Just sit in a bookstore for a day.

Bookstores are different from other shops in that you don't have to greet customers when they come.

Moreover, since his shop mostly sells old books and the store is a bit old, not many customers come.

He will have more free time.

He didn't care.

Every day I walk from home to the bookstore, sit down to read a book and drink tea, and the day passes like this.

Now he has the woodworm to keep him company.

Reading books and drinking tea with Wu, of course, he drank the tea while Wu drank honey water, and occasionally chatting with him for a few words would smooth out the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

He likes quiet.

However, if he occasionally gained something and there was a voice that responded to him, he would feel more satisfied.

There wasn't much communication between the old man and the termite.

However, a tacit understanding gradually developed between them.

Sometimes, they can understand what the other person wants to express without words.

The bookworm never ate any more books in the store.

Since the old man prepared honey water for it, it reluctantly "let go" of the books.

Newspaper isn't actually that bad.

(End of this chapter)