When the sunflower seeds were loaded, Wang Manyin left with the eggs.
When passing the Xinhua Bookstore, he stopped the car and turned off the fire, leaving the egg waiting outside. He planned to buy some books.
I came to the city to bring some things for my family as usual.
After entering, Wang Manyin found that the bookstore of Nuoda was full of people. There are white haired old people with glasses, middle-aged people in their 30s and 40s, and many young students.
Holding books in their hands, they read them carefully, with indescribable concentration. Apart from the rustling sound of the pages, I can hardly hear any other sound.
In this era, people have a deep understanding of