Nightfall

The police broke away from the third screaming bell, and the students walked out of their respective books. Some long-stay students rushed to the stove in order to avoid missing the special meal on the first day of school, and some students who wanted to return to Chang An City. It was a rush to the courtyard of the hospital, so as not to miss the celebration of the gang of scoundrels in the city, and most of the students went to the depths of the Academy following the quiet lanes of the bookstore after packing the books.

Raise one’s head Look at the signboard and know that the direction is the Old Book Library. Reminiscent of the eagerness of the chief professor at the first class this morning, Ning Que can’t help but have some curiosity, waving and Chu Youxian Yin (note one) bid farewell, then followed the crowd to the lane.

There is no rule in the distribution of buildings in the Academy. There are several pieces of pavilions on the west side, scattered between the hills and meadows, but it gives a feeling of resmbles nature itself. There are countless lanes, quiet and quiet, and if there is no signboard, no one knows where the front will lead.

Ning Que is smirking on the surface, but he is not very willing to go with the crowd. He walks away from the crowd in a few steps. One walks quietly in the laneway. The noon spring is over the top of the head, and the roadside is flat. Reflected in a neat black mark, just pressed against his right shoulder, it feels a bit heavy.

I walked quietly like this. I don’t know how long it took to finally get out of the lane. It was suddenly bright and open, and there was a lot of fresh scenery. Ning Que smashed the headscarf blown by the wind to the back of the neck and looked at the large wetland in front of it. Lin Ze, looking at Lush and Green’s pines and green bamboos, I realized that there was such a victory in the depths of the Academy.

There is no endless reed in the water, and there is no chilling autumn wind to wash it yellow. The waist is bright and tender in the spring breeze. It looks like a dense corn field, and the slight dry wind from the side of the river. The forest passes through, and after being filtered by these water-filled green rods, it becomes cool and pleasant. (Note 2) Ning Que walks on the stone path next to the wetland, looks at the fish in the shadow of the water, listens to the tweets of unknown insects in the forest next to him, and the string that has collapsed for more than ten years in his heart, as if Zeqi is moist, and it is lightly swayed by the forest. It gradually relaxes and softens. Occasionally, some students pass by and politely nod, but they do not speed up their pace.

The slate under the foot has not been honed, and the unevenness on the top is just anti-slip. It is laid out from the roadway of the bookstore, winding around the wetland, and then extending into the forest. Thousands of stones are densely formed into a flat road. An extremely long stone path, at the end of the 3-Layer old wooden building in the middle of the hill.

This 3-Layer wooden building looks ordinary, there is no Huaqiao heavy makeup, there is no flying hook, but it simply rises on the mountain, but the wood with varnish should not be anything, look at the wind And rain The traces left over the years, I do not know how many years of silence in the depths of this Academy, but there is no detail revealing the signs of decline.

Ning Que looked up at the picture above the wooden building that read the words of the Old Book Library. He couldn’t help but think that the students in the Academy would be too lazy. A library building would be old. Called Old Book Library?

“I know that you are very curious. Why is this building called Old Book Library? The reason is very simple, because this building is responsible for collecting books for Academy, and one of the books is only used to record our thoughts and think about this kind of thing. Once you jump out of your mind and write it on paper, it is no longer fresh, just old things, so any book is an old book.”

Downstairs has surrounded a lot of people, in front of the closed wooden door, a middle-aged Academy teaching is smiling to explain to the students the origin of the name of the Old Book Library.

“You are now a member of the Academy, so remember that in our Academy we have never respected the words of the word, and there is no book to slap the rules of the beheading. The book is a book, it is just a tool, it is not sacred. Only our thoughts are fresh. In order for you to remember this, this building is called the Old Book Library.”

The students nodded and were taught, but they did not necessarily understand the meaning hidden in these two simple words. Ning Que faintly understood some, but did not know whether his understanding was completely correct.

“Let’s talk about the rules of the Old Book Library.” The middle-aged teacher who manages the Old Book Library smiles and says: “There are two teachers who teach four people here. Our task is to serve all teachers and students, so stay up all night. No time, you can go to the library at any time, but there are three things you have to remember.”

“First of all, the Old Book Library has the richest collection of books in the world, because in addition to a 100-person organization dedicated to searching for books in various countries, your history of Senior Brother is also spending a lot of money to buy books, they are very hard, they spend very much Big, so please wash your hands when you read the book. Please don’t spray the spit on the book during the discussion, don’t cherish it too much, but don’t treat them as the straw in your own latrine.”

“Secondly, we can’t find more books anymore, so when you want to read a book and find that you can’t find it, please question yourself first. The book you want to see is worth not worth seeing – if it is Meat futon, isn’t it the most exquisite river? If it is Dongzheng’s novel, is it the most representative big river? If not, then don’t ask us again, because that means we decide what you want to see. Those books don’t make sense.”

“The last and most important point is that the Old Book Library is strictly forbidden to carry any books to leave, and it is forbidden to copy. You should not look at me with this kind of vision, don’t try to infuse me with any kind of free sharing, the rules in Academy are Rules, Professor Cao Zhifeng of the C class in the morning must have taught you with fists. The rationality of these rules can not be questioned by you. As for the good intentions and ardent meaning behind the rules, you can feel unconditionally and feel inexplicable, but don’t count on it. I will explain it to you.”

Standing under the Old Book Library, smiling and looking at the different expressions of life, the smile is extremely abominable, like a profiteer who is a loan shark, and like a miser who shows his own gold to seduce the poor, he whispered: “No. Try to challenge the last rule. Even if you are the best thief in the world, you want to show your skills in the Old Book Library. In the end, there is only one end, that is, death… the death of a very bad death.”

The students were in a state of sorrow. Ning Que stood outside the crowd and shook his head again and again. He thought that even though he had the richest collection of books in the whole world, you were not allowed to transcribe, and you were not allowed to lend. How do you remember? He has other doubts about the collection of books in the building, but he thinks that other people should have the same doubts as themselves, so they wait for an urgent mood.

Sure enough, the famous student raised his arm and asked loudly: “Sir, what books do you say in the Old Book Library?”

Mr. Xi’s eyes were nudged, and the student who dared to question him in the crowd, slightly frowning, was extremely dissatisfied: “Do you have doubts about my statement?”

“Students don’t dare.” The student was trembled with a stunned body and said: “Students are just… students are just curious, is there a building… that, about books on Culture?”

Mr. Professor looked a little sullen, raised his jaw lightly smiled, confidently and proudly scorned to the point that some Wanfu pointed out: “In the eyes of the secular people, the books of the so-called mysterious door are probably extremely rare, but for my Academy. What’s the problem? If you want to see the seven volumes of the legendary Heavenly Scripture, the rotten Kofu, there is really no building, but apart from that, I really don’t know what the Culture books you can think of but can’t find!”

Listening to this sentence, Ning Que standing outside the crowd slowly gripped the fist in the sleeve. Although there was no change in the expression, heartbeat did not accelerate the point. He raised his head in the subconscious and stared at the building in front of him. The usual 3-Layer wooden building, the burning gaze seems to ignite this wooden building.

Entering Culture World is his childhood dream. Although it has been hit once and again several times, the dream is so beautiful because it is difficult to achieve, but it attracts you to try hard and keep it from time to time. I hope to reveal a small tail to seduce you, whisper: Come chase me to catch me!

He had already broken into the hope of entering Culture World, and suddenly found himself able to enter and exit a wooden building full of Cultural books. For a young age, he ran several markets at the cost of the frontier, and bought a too much induction. For the teenagers, how is this sudden and unbearable happiness!

“Remind all of your classmates, don’t look too greedy and greedy, or you will burn the Old Book Library. The Dean will cut all of us into peach blossoms and swallow them.”

Downstairs like a smile yet not a smile, looking at the Ning Que outside the crowd, and then smiled, looked at the students and said: “I must warn you, those mysterious books that you are curious, can not remember I can only understand it. As for the reason, I still can’t explain it. Manpower is sometimes poor. If you don’t have the potential of Culture, you have to force it into the book, which will lead to some very bad results. Don’t complain about this. The teachings are not pre-emptive.”

…………Old Book Library The wooden door slowly opens, and the inside is quiet, as if it is a door leading to the unknown World. There is no splash of dust in the years, no spider webs are dragged, but it gives people a sense of time and vicissitudes. The students outside the building were slightly silent, finishing their clothes, calming their breath, and stepping forward into it.

The interior of the building is much larger than that from the outside. The wide space is neatly arranged with a number of simple bookshelves. The bookshelves are arranged according to the six subjects and the ages. All the books you can think of are displayed on the shelves, and the old and the new are not the same. In one place, like countless sages and celebrities in countless years, they are looking at you side by side.

When the students entered the building, they quickly dispersed, and went to find books of their own interest. Ning Que walked alone between the bookshelves, and took a book from time to time to see, and then found a book on the window of the bookstore. There are pen and ink papers. I can’t help but think that since I can’t copy them, why should I have these things?

In the Southern Jin book area, I found a post of this King Dragon. Ning Que pulled out and studied while walking, and gradually became quieter. He looked up and saw a clean staircase appear in front of him.

The stairs are used to go upstairs. Now he is in the First Layer building, then on the stairs, it is the 2nd-layer building.

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(To be continued)