"Dad, are you serious?"
Yi Xuexi looked up in surprise. He was worried about how to tell Yi Zhonghai about going to the bookstore.
"Of course it's true. When have I ever lied to you?”
Yi Zhonghai took a bite of meat and drank a mouthful of white wine. He felt that he was living a good life now.
Although the family did not lack food and drink before, it was a disadvantage to be angry without a child.
"Then I want to go to the bookstore. And I'm not going to the small bookstore in our alley, but the largest business bookstore in Beijing.”
The business bookstore was a place that Yi Xuexi had been looking forward to ever since he was born.
He had already flipped through the books at home countless times. Not only did Yi Zhonghai buy the two martial arts novels to pass the time, but he had also almost memorized the professional books on bench work.
"Okay, I'll borrow your uncle's bicycle the day after tomorrow. I'll bring you to the business bookstore to study.”
Yi Zhonghai's face was full of pride when he heard what Yi Xuexi said.
Listen, my son is different from other people's children. If I ask him that, he will definitely say that he wants a roasted chicken to eat. But my son wants to go to the bookstore.
At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder if his family was going to buy a bicycle too.
He didn't lack money, and he could easily buy a bicycle ticket. However, his family had never needed to buy a bicycle before.
Unlike Yan Bugui, who often went fishing, or Xu Damao, who often went to the countryside, Yi Zhonghai's life could be said to be a line between the rolling mill and the courtyard. He did not need to ride a bicycle. In addition, Aunt Yi was afraid of catching a cold and could not ride a bicycle, so his family did not buy a bicycle.
However, as Yi Xuexi grew up, he would definitely learn how to ride a bicycle. Perhaps after he had a bicycle, he could let Yi Xuexi go out and take a look instead of staying at home all day.
Thinking of this, Yi Xuexi also prepared to go to the factory to ask if there were any bicycle tickets.
After hearing Yi Zhonghai's agreement, Yi Xuexi ate even more happily. After he finished two cornbread, Yi Xuexi began to prepare.
First, he had to take out the money he had been hiding. Over the past few years, Aunt Yi and Yi Zhonghai had given Yi Xuexue some money. In addition, Chen Nuanjin and Li Baocai had also given him some money from time to time, so he had saved some money in his hands.
Although it was only nine yuan, it was already a huge sum of money for Yi Xuexi.
After taking out the money, Yi Xuexi began to think about the books he wanted to buy this time.
Since he had decided to copy the novels of later generations, which one to copy was a problem. There was no need to think about Mr. Zha's martial arts novels. If he remembered correctly, Mr. Zha had already started writing novels, and his style of writing had already formed. If he copied them now, others would be able to tell that he was copying Mr. Zha at a glance.
After thinking about it, the novel " White Deer Plain " was still the most suitable. This was also a novel that would be recommended on almost every list in the future. Moreover, the era it described was also in the past, so it would not be taboo.
What was even better was that Yi Zhonghai was from Jin Province. Even if others asked him, he could say that he had read " One Hundred Years of Solitude " and that he had written this novel because of the old stories that Yi Zhonghai had told him.
In other words, his target this time was " One Hundred Years of Solitude ". He just didn't know if he could buy this world-class classic with nine yuan.
However, it should be possible. After all, there was no copyright in China now. Otherwise, Marquez would not have said that he would never approve the publishing of his books.
" One Hundred Years of Solitude." Yi felt excited when he thought of this book. It was definitely a book worth reading for the rest of his life.
Even if he didn't write " White Deer Plain ", with " One Hundred Years of Solitude ", he would have something to do for the next few years.
Yi Zhonghai and Aunt Yi looked at each other and smiled as they watched Yi Xuexi count the money happily and then lower his head in deep thought. This was the style of their good son, Yi Xuexi.
Since Yi Xuexi had such expectations, Yi Zhonghai would not disappoint him.
The next afternoon, when he got off work, Yi Zhonghai told Yan Bugui about the bicycle.
If it was someone else, or even his own sons, Yan Bugui wouldn't be willing. However, Yi Zhonghai was different. Yi Zhonghai had arranged for Yan Jiecheng to work in a good unit like the canteen of the rolling mill.
Other things aside, their family ate a lot of leftovers brought by Yan Jiecheng at night.
Plus, Yan Bugui still had two sons and one daughter who had yet to find a job, so he naturally wouldn't reject.
Not only did he lend out the bicycle, but he also found a pump to blow up the two tires before handing the bicycle to Yi Zhonghai.
Seeing Yi Zhonghai push his bicycle home, Yi Xuexi was very happy. He could finally go to the bookstore.
Yi Xuexi was so happy that he couldn't sleep well because he could go to the bookstore tomorrow. After breakfast, Yi Zhonghai and Yi Xuexi were ready to leave.
He was now wearing a cotton jacket and a coat, while Yi Zhonghai was wearing Aunt Yi's military coat.
When the father and son were ready, Aunt Yi gave Yi Zhonghai another 20 yuan. Although Yi Xuexi had brought his own savings, they could not let him spend his own money on buying books. This was also the money for lunch for the father and son.
After taking the money, Yi Zhonghai took Yi Xuexi and set off.
Although they were both in Beijing, the business bookstore was not close to Nanluogu Alley. Along the way, Yi Zhonghai told Yi Xuexi about the nearby factories. Yi Zhonghai rode his bicycle for two hours before arriving at the business bookstore.
The business bookstore was the largest bookstore in the capital. It was four stories high. Not only was it tall, but the size of the business bookstore was also not small. It was as big as two football fields.
Not only were there all kinds of professional books and teaching materials, but there were also many martial arts novels. There were even many foreign language books that were rare outside. Moreover, it took up an entire floor. Not only were there English books, but there were also many Russian and French books.
After locking the bicycle, Yi Zhonghai was dragged into the bookstore by Yi Xuexi.
Because it was the weekend, there were many people in the bookstore. Like Yi Zhonghai and his son, most of them were parents who brought their children to buy books.
After entering the bookstore, Yi Xuexi immediately ran to the translated books. He couldn't wait to see the current edition of " One Hundred Years of Solitude."
After running to the translated novel section on the second floor, Yi Xuexi started to look for it. However, the result disappointed him. There was no sign of " One Hundred Years of Solitude " here, which made Yi Xuexi unable to help but feel puzzled.
If he remembered correctly," One Hundred Years of Solitude " was written by Marquez in 1961. Once published, it was called a world-famous work. Then, it was translated into various languages in a very short time. He even remembered that when it was published, Marquez did not have enough money to send the courier, so Marquez mailed the second half to the publishing house first.
Yi Xuexi searched the bookshelves carefully, but he still couldn't find the book. Could it be that it hadn't been translated yet, so it wasn't in the translated novels section?
Thinking of this, Yi Xuexi ran to the fourth floor of the bookstore without stopping. That was the area for foreign books.
After searching for a long time on the fourth floor, Yi Xuexi still couldn't find any trace of " One Hundred Years of Solitude ". How could this be? Did he remember wrongly? Yi Xuexi couldn't help but suspect in his heart.
However, he immediately dispelled this suspicion. As an editor in the future, he had read " One Hundred Years of Solitude " countless times. Even when he was in college, he had to read this book every night to sleep. How could he remember the year when this book was published?
"Studying? What's wrong? Didn't you find a book you like?"
Yi Zhonghai asked worriedly when he saw Yi Xuexi squatting on the ground.
"Yes, I want to read a novel, but it's not here.”
Raising his head, Yi Xuexi looked like a frightened rabbit.
"Don't be afraid. Maybe it's sold out. Let's ask the shop assistant here.”
Yi Zhonghai's heart skipped a beat when he saw the look in Yi Xuexi's eyes. He could not stand seeing Yi Xuexi unhappy.
With Yi Xuexi in his arms, Yi Zhonghai found the shop assistant on the top floor and asked Yi Xuexi to tell him the books he needed.
"Uncle, uncle, I want 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' but I can't find it anywhere.”
Yi Xuexi was most afraid that the shop assistant would tell him that the book was sold out and that he would have to wait until the new year to buy more.
However, unlike what Yi Xuexi thought, the shop assistant frowned after hearing the title of the book and said,
"Little friend, did you remember wrongly? Uncle has been working in a business bookstore for several years, but he has never heard of the book 'One Hundred Years of Solitude.”
How could he not have heard of this book? Yi Xuexi suspected that the shop assistant was lying to him. How could anyone not have heard of the name " One Hundred Years of Solitude ", especially when this person was a shop assistant.
However, he still told her the author's name honestly.
"Garcia, Garcia Marquez.”
This name was known as the Emperor of Fictions in later generations.
"I've never heard of it. I'm sure I've never heard of this name.”
The shop assistant said without a doubt.
Yi Xuexue suddenly thought of a possibility. Could it be that the novel " One Hundred Years of Solitude " did not exist in this world?
Strictly speaking, what he was in was not the past in the real world, but the world of the TV series," Love in the Courtyard." The two were worlds apart.
As a literary world that had nothing to do with the characters in television dramas, it was very possible for the creator of this world to be mentioned in a single stroke.
Thinking of this, Yi Xuexi didn't bother to thank the shop assistant. Instead, he began to search the fourth floor.
After spending half a day, Yi Xuexue finally realized that his assumption was right. The current world could be said to be barren in literature. Although there were a series of literary masterpieces before the 20th century, as well as older literary masters such as Pushkin, Tolstoy, and Chekhov, there were very few works after the 20th century.
Simply put, Cervantes, who wrote Don Quijote, existed in this world, but Borges, who was deeply influenced by Cervantes, did not exist.
If Borges didn't even exist, then naturally, there wouldn't be Juan Ruffo, Nooctavio Paz, and Carlos Fuentes, the three masters who were called the " troika of South American literature."
In the later generations, these names were like thunder in their ears.
After realizing this, Yi Xuexi stood in front of the bookshelf in a daze. He did not know whether he should be happy or disappointed.
He was happy because he had plenty of books to copy. Any one of these people's works could shock the world.
However, these books were all foreign, and most of them were in Spanish. If he wanted to copy the books, he would have to spend a lot of effort on English.
"Studying? What's wrong? You still haven't found anything you like?”
Looking at Yi Xuexi who was in a daze, Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but ask worriedly. He didn't know which book would make his son think about it day and night, but he couldn't bear to see his son so sad. He felt that if he really couldn't do it, he should go to another bookstore to take a look.
Although the business bookstore was the largest bookstore in the capital, there were still a few other bookstores in the capital.
"Dad, I want to learn English. Of course, it won't affect my normal homework. Is that okay?”
Yi Xuexi raised his head and said solemnly. He had decided that he would write " One Hundred Years of Solitude " no matter what. If this world did not have " One Hundred Years of Solitude ", it would be too boring for him.
"Of course, no matter what you want to do in your studies, I will support you.”
Yi Zhonghai rubbed Yi Xuexi's head and said domineeringly.
It was just learning English. Although it was not peaceful now, it was not wrong for a child to want to learn. Moreover, he could not bear to see his son so sad.
"Long live Daddy. I knew you were the best.”
Yi Xuexi hugged Yi Zhonghai's hand and cheered.
Since he had already decided, the rest was simple. Yi Xuexi did not choose any novels. Instead, he went straight to the tutorial book and bought all kinds of English teaching materials and materials.
He bought an English dictionary, four English textbooks, and two grammar books.
Although he had already passed CET-6 in his later life, that was just for the sake of his academic qualifications. It was a bit of a pipe dream for him to write a masterpiece like " One Hundred Years of Solitude " with his current English level.
In the end, the total price of the seven books was 13 yuan. Yi Xuexi still needed 4 yuan from his private savings. Fortunately, Yi Zhonghai was there, so Yi Xuexi borrowed 4 yuan from Yi Zhonghai.
Yi Zhonghai wanted to pay the full amount, but Yi Xuexi was unwilling to do so, so he could only consider it as a loan.
After leaving the bookstore, Yi Zhonghai realized that the sky was already dark, and the father and son had not even had lunch.
Afraid that Aunt Yi would be worried, the father and son did not eat out. Instead, they rode their bicycles back.
Yi Zhonghai was full of energy as he rode his bicycle and looked at the excited Yi Xuexi.
He still did not know what this day meant to this world.
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