Chapter 1394 Angry Woodworm
Unconsciously, the termite has become accustomed to living with the old man.

But one day, the time had clearly come, but the old man did not come.

The woodworm stared at the shop door for a long time.

From sunrise to sunset, the door that should have been opened long ago remained motionless.

The old man didn't come.

The store was dim and quiet.

The closed environment makes the smell of book pages more mellow and pervasive.

It smells good.

This should have made the termites salivate.

But the woodworm found that it missed the sweet taste of honey water.

The woodworm was lying on the cash register, which was closest to the door.

It determines the time by the light coming through the gap in the door.

……

The next afternoon, the somewhat listless termite heard some noise coming from the door.

It immediately stood up, its eyes glowing.

However, after waiting for a while, Qu discovered that the person at the door had left.

Moreover, it just realized that it was not.

Those were not the old man's footsteps.

After spending several years together, it understands the elderly much better than it imagined.

……

There was no movement at the door for the next few days.

All the woodworm could hear was the faint sound of traffic coming through the door.

People were coming and going outside, but none of them was the one it was waiting for.

……

"Wow~"

The roller shutter outside was pulled up.

The sudden sound startled the woodworm, and then the sunlight pouring in made it squint its eyes slightly.

Fresh air rushed in, bringing with it... the smell of strangers.

The borer opened his eyes wide.

stranger.

But...somewhat like an old man.

Is it the old man’s child?

Although it always stays in the bookstore, the old man has taught it a lot of human knowledge over the years.

The old man told it that he had three children, two sons and a daughter.

Is this...his son?
He really looks like an old man.

But, they just look alike.

Different.

The breath is different.

Where are the old people?
The woodworm looked behind the man and was immediately startled.

There is no one left.

"Where's grandpa?"

Wu couldn't help but look at the man anxiously and asked loudly.

This name is given to it by the old people who coax it into calling it by using honey water.

In fact, I don't quite understand the meaning of this name.

But at that time it was captivated by the sweet honey water, so it did as the old man wished.

It feels like that's not a bad name.

Seeing the old man looking at it with such anticipation, it didn't mind satisfying the old man's request.

……

However, it received no response.

The man casually placed an envelope on the cash register.

"Hey!"

"Where's grandpa?"

The woodworm took a deep breath and raised his voice a bit.

The man walked towards the arranged bookshelves.

Its sound still echoes in the air.

The worm, who was feeling angry, suddenly froze.

It... forgot.

This person is not an old man.

The old man can see it.

But this person…can’t see it.

……

The woodworm suddenly felt a little bored.

The failure of its expectations made it feel irritated and wanted to do something, but it was too lazy to move.

It has been waiting for so many days.

My eyes are sore from staring.

The door finally opened, but the person it was waiting for still didn't show up.

what is this?
Obviously that day was just like countless days before, the old man smiled and said to it -
"See you tomorrow."

……

"fraud."

The woodworm muttered.

This is the nth tomorrow.

It's angry.

It hates humans who do not keep their promises.

It would only forgive him if the old man gave it three small dishes of honey water and a corner of a book page.

The elderly always say that eating too much sweet food is not good for your health, so they control the amount of honey water he drinks.

It is dismissive.

It's not a fragile human being. Although... its power is not very strong.

However, its body is still strong.

What's wrong with eating more sweet things?
No problem at all.

No matter how it protested, the old man was determined.

It was so angry that it bit the newspaper the old man was reading into pieces.

Looking at the old man's distressed expression, it felt a little relieved.

……

The old man also asked it if it wanted to go home with him.

It refused.

It likes the smell of bookstores.

Even if you don't eat the book, it's still good to smell it.

The old man also understood this.

At that time, the old man touched its head and said, "Next time, I will give you the exercise books that my grandchildren don't want to eat?"

It expresses disdain.

It likes to eat old books.

A book with a sense of age.

It doesn't like the smell of ink on new books.

The old man was puzzled, "What about the newspaper?"

Wu was startled for a moment, then turned around and said, "Why aren't you leaving? It's almost dark."

"Goodbye."

The next day, the old man brought it some old newspapers.

……

Looking at the man sitting in the old man's seat, Yu felt a little annoyed.

That's the old man's place.

Seeing the man pick up the newspaper beside him and look surprised at the "miserable" appearance of the newspaper, Fu inexplicably felt relieved.

hum.

The man put down the newspaper.

He picked up the envelope from the cash register.

He had placed it on the cash register when he first came in.

He took out the letter and spread it out.

The expression on his face gradually became a little strange.

"what?"

"Isn't Dad getting senile?"

The man muttered a few words under his breath and then stuffed the letter into the envelope.

He put the envelope back in the drawer.

He stood up and walked to the door of the store.

He had put up a sign outside the window saying that books were being sold by weight.

The passers-by outside were either walking in a hurry or talking and laughing, but no one noticed that there was a bookstore here that was about to clear out its inventory and close.

Sure enough, how can the sale slogans in bookstores be as eye-catching as those in shopping malls?
The man smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He turned around and walked back into the store.

Sitting behind the cash register again.

take it easy.

Sell ​​as many as you can.

The rest can be sold to junk collectors.

……

Ok?
Seeing another person walk out of the store with several books, Yu blinked.

A lot of people come here these days.

A lot of books were sold.

However, the old man never showed up.

The woodworm knew how much the old man loved these books.

These are old people's books.

Even if this human is the old man's son, he cannot sell the old man's book so casually.

Seeing the books disappearing one after another, Qu became anxious.

But no one could hear its sound.

It is weak and can't do anything.

It suddenly became very angry.

Where did the old man go?

He clearly wasn't willing to give it even a small bite of a page before, but now all his books are being sold out by his son!

Why hasn't he shown up yet?
Now that the book is going to be sold, it is no longer the old man’s book.

It's not polite.

The woodworm bit off a piece of the book page fiercely.

The long-lost taste is just as delicious as I remember.

But it seems something is different.

It doesn't know.

……

The woodworms ate many, many pages.

A bite here and a bite there.

Eat while changing books.

The more you eat, the more you get.

Although it was already full, there was something irritating in its heart that urged it to keep eating.

My belly is getting bigger and bigger.

It could hardly eat any more.

　ps: Thank you book friends _Wangchuan_, a367, and Lu Youyou for the rewards (*︶*)!

　　
　
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