So, from the second day after seeing the beetle, the first thing the old man did when he entered the bookstore became the name of the beetle.

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

He has always been worried.

I don't know when he will not see the worm.

After all, I couldn't see the worm before.

After all, he had no warning and had inexplicably seen the worm.

What if one day he suddenly can't see it?

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

......

The worms also began to get used to being with the elderly.

Read newspapers with the old man.

Occasionally, I bit off a small piece of what the old man was watching.

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

......

It is curious about the tea the elderly drink.

A slightly yellowish and red color.

It has a nice smell.

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

It tasted a big bite with anticipation, then coughed while sticking out its tongue, and its whole face twisted together.

Very bitter.

The old man was both worried and funny.

This monster not only sounds like a child, but also doesn't like bitterness.

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

The old man didn't see this much.

......

The old man later made honey tea for the worm.

Seeing that the little monster was still a little dissatisfied with the taste, the old man simply didn't put any tea and soaked honey water.

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

The old man couldn't help but think that monsters shouldn't have to worry about excessive sugar intake, right?

......

The elderly’s daily life is very regular.

Just sit in a bookstore for a day.

Bookstores are different from other stores, and there is no need to greet customers when they come.

Moreover, because most of his store is old books, the store is a bit outdated and there are not many customers coming.

He became more leisurely.

He didn't care.

Every day I walk from home to the bookstore, sit and read books, and drink tea. The day just passes.

Now there are worms accompanying him again.

I read books and drink tea with the beetle. Of course, it was him who drank tea, and the beetle drank honey water. I had a few casual conversations, which made the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stretch out.

He likes quietness.

However, if you occasionally gain something, you can have a voice to him, and he will naturally feel more satisfied.

......

There is not much communication between the elderly and the worm.

However, they gradually developed a tacit understanding.

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

The worm has never eaten the books in the store again.

Since the old man prepared honey water for it, it reluctantly "leaves away" the books.
Chapter completed!