Chapter 1397 Man's Misunderstanding

But when he arrived at the bookstore, the man was a little confused.

Who is this letter for?
There was no recipient written on the envelope, nor any other information. It was just a clean envelope.

……

The man stroked the envelope a few times and put it on the cashier counter.

The long-lost bookstore scene before his eyes brought back memories of his childhood.

He really hasn't been to the bookstore for a long time.

I didn't expect that when I stepped into the bookstore again after many years, it was to close it.

A wry smile appeared on the man's face.

He couldn't help but walk towards the bookshelf.

He used to sit on the floor in front of the bookshelf, leaning against the bookshelf and flipping through yellowed books that most children were not interested in.

But he watched with great interest.

However, as he grew older, he stopped coming to the bookstore.

He prefers hanging out with friends.

Play football or games.

He also began to look down upon the old man's bookstore.

He is reluctant to bring friends to the bookstore, fearing that they will find him too boring.

What a naive idea.

Thinking about it now, the man shook his head slightly for himself back then.

……

Revisiting an old place always makes people feel emotional.

The man wandered between several bookshelves, his fingers brushing over the books.

He even discovered the martial arts novels he had read as a child.

He was somewhat surprised and somewhat delighted.

Are these books still there?

Although this also shows how bleak the business of the elderly bookstore is.

The man pulled out a martial arts novel and started reading it.

Ok?
The man's fingers traced a dark stain on the page.

He remembered that this was what he left behind.

He was just an elementary school student at that time.
The old man didn't allow him to bring food into the bookstore.

Even if he ate something strong-tasting, he would have to wait until the smell on his body dissipated before he was allowed to enter the bookstore.

That day, he poured the drink into a glass and brought it into the bookstore.

Then when I was reading, I accidentally spilled the drink on the pages.

He was so frightened that his heart almost stopped.

The old man is easy to talk to about other things, but he is particularly serious about books.

If the old man knew that he not only brought drinks into the bookstore, but also soiled the books, he would definitely be in big trouble.

He wiped the pages of the book hastily, then stuffed the book back into the bookshelf.

After several days, seeing that the old man hadn't noticed, he took out the book again and finished reading the rest.

……

He once tried every possible way to remove the marks on the book.

He gave up only when he saw that the paper was almost torn by him.

……

The man stayed in front of the bookshelf for a long time before returning to the cashier.

What made him frustrated was that there wasn't a single customer visiting during this period.

The bookstore's business was worse than he had imagined.

The man sat down and picked up the newspaper beside him.

As a result, he could see the bookshelf in front of him through the hole in the newspaper, so how could he read the contents?
He twitched his eyes.

Why is this newspaper torn like this?
It feels like being bitten by an insect.

Moreover, this newspaper is so torn, why is it still placed here?

Don't throw it away either.

He shook his head helplessly, knowing that it was probably due to the old man's frugality.

He put the newspaper back where it belonged.

Then he picked up the envelope.

Although it is not good to read a letter addressed to someone else without permission, if the recipient is not known, the letter may contain the recipient's information. With this in mind, the man took out the letter.

……

蠹？
The man frowned, strange name.

Is there anyone with this name?
He shook his head and continued reading.

There are quite a few strange names nowadays, but it’s nothing to be surprised about.

His brows furrowed.

But soon, the man's brows furrowed tightly again, and the expression on his face became more and more strange.

"what?"

The man muttered quietly.

"Isn't Dad getting senile?"

……

Thinking of this, an idea suddenly occurred to the man, "Are you a termite?"

The man blurted out.

If the recipient of the letter knew that the old man had written such a letter, it would be understandable. Maybe they had agreed before that the old man would write him a letter.

……

"No."

Xiao Xiao shook his head
The man's excited expression froze.

no.

So how did the young man know that the old man had something to say?
Did you just guess it by chance?

……

"But I know the borer."

Xiao Xiao's next words cheered up the disappointed man, "Do you know the worm?"

"Great."

"where is he?"

"My dad was thinking about this letter to him until his death."

"I was thinking about giving the letter... to the worm."

……

"It has no way of coming."

Xiao Xiao glanced at the termite.

It was here, but it meant nothing if the man couldn't see it.

For men, it simply does not exist.

The man's face first showed a puzzled expression, then an apologetic look.

Xiao Xiao knew that the man probably had a misunderstanding.

"That's it."

The man had already regarded the old man as a close friend of similar age. Before he died, he remembered to write to the old man. Their relationship must have been very deep.

Although the man was puzzled, as the old man's son, how come he didn't know that the old man had such a friend named Yu?

I have never heard the old man talk about it.

I never saw that person come to visit during the holidays.

Or did he just happen to miss it every time?
But it’s useless to say this now.

The old man passed away.

The termite also died.

……

"Here is the letter for you."

The man handed the envelope to the young man in front of him.

"Thank you."

Xiao Xiao took the letter.

"Thank you for what?"

The man waved his hand, "It was originally given to Old Wu."

Wormwood?
Xiao Xiao's eyes flashed slightly.

Although considering the length of time a certain monster has lived, it can indeed be called old.

However, among the monsters, this guy is obviously just a little one.

……

"Since Old Wu is gone, it's the same for you."

The man smiled and said, "If it's not too much trouble, I hope you can bring this letter with you next time you visit Old Yu."

"After all, it's a letter the old man wrote with great care."

Even though my health is so bad, I still forced myself to write this letter.

The man thought, the old man must be very sorry that he didn't say goodbye to Mr. Wu in person?

"I still hope that old man can receive this letter."

……

"nature."

Xiao Xiao nodded, "That's what I planned."

"Thank you."

The man's brows relaxed.

In this way, the task the old man had given him before his death was finally completed, and he also breathed a sigh of relief.

……

"Then I take my leave."

Hearing this, the termite jumped and lay on the bag of books.

Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly. This monster was quite self-aware.

He looked at the man and said, "Goodbye, boss."

"Hey, goodbye."

The man waved his hand.

……

Xiao Xiao didn't go far.

There happened to be a big tree nearby with a circle of wooden chairs around it.

At this time, there was no one on the wooden chair.

　ps: Thank you for the reward from Bad Xiao (*︶*)!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)