The Urban Legends of Monsters: Romantic poetry

"Dad, the Japanese have already captured the provincial capital and got here in the past two days. If you don't leave, it will be too late!" The eldest son persuaded Zhang Tingjian almost tearfully.

Zhang Tingjian sat on the Taishi chair in the middle of the lobby and looked in front of him: The lobby and the corridor were filled with various boxes, his three sons, three daughters-in-law, seven grandchildren and sons' concubines, two or four. The old servants who did not want to be sent away stood in the middle and looked at him expectantly. He still waved to the crowd with a hard heart: "You go!"

"Dad!" the three sons shouted together.

"How can I leave the 'family heirloom' left by your great-grandfather and grandfather here! How can I be the unworthy descendant of the Zhang family!"

"The father is not the son, the unfilial son is the book collection on the first floor. This kind of moment can't be taken away!"

"The book is with me!"

"Dad, the Japanese are cruel and easy to kill. The places where they have been murdered and set on fire, the ten rooms and nine empty spaces are really unbearable to stay here!"

"I know and those Eastern Ying people hate our Chinese scholars the most. They hate our thousands of years of culture the most, so the books on this floor are left here, I'm afraid they must burn!"

"Then you still..."

Zhang Tingjian sighed and took out a red cloth bag from his arms, opened it and took out a few pieces of paper: "This is the title deed of the ancestral farm and the house deed here. This is the deed for the house I bought in Shanghai last year with a friend. ——Well, I thought that the three of you had read some foreign books and wanted to send you there to work on your career, but I didn’t realize it was actually used. Boss, take it and take good care of your younger brothers.”

"Dad, so you've long been..." The son, who always felt that his father was a little ruthless, couldn't help but red eyes.

"If you don't go, it's really too late!"

"But how can I let my father take risks for these waste papers!" The impatient second boy jumped up, "I'll set them on fire now to see if you can leave!" He said and rushed He went into the kitchen, took out the oil bottle and matches, and rushed towards the library standing in the courtyard. He came up with a savage force, two brothers and several servants could not hold him, he poured oil upstairs and was about to strike a match.

A black shadow like black lightning strikes the **** and the dick's wrist is hit hard. The match that has no time to light flies out of his hand. He takes a few steps backward and sits on the ground. The wrist is already covered in blood. He was also ripped open with his hands covering his face and throat in horror as he watched the opponent who attacked him. The one who attacked him was a **** dog, tall, fat, fat, and fierce, with fierce eyes. It pressed its front paws on the **** and showed its sharp teeth, as if ready to bite at any time.

"Good dog!" Zhang Tingjian shouted.

The black dog immediately let go of the second child obediently and went back to the library to lie down in the shadows. It put its head on its paws but still stared at the people in front of it.

The eldest hurriedly pulled up the lingering second child, accompanied him with a smile, and said to Zhang Tingjian, "Dad rescued this dog back then, as expected, this beast also knows how to be grateful."

"Hey, you don't need to digress." Zhang Tingjian sneered, "I can't believe that there are descendants like you who want to burn books from generations of scholars in our family! Hurry up and get out of here!" He waved his hands and went back alone.

Several sons began to complain that the second child was reckless and several women began to argue with each other but they finally failed to convince Zhang Tingjian that the children and grandchildren had to leave their stubborn father and embark on a journey to escape the war the next morning...

The Zhang family's mansion, which was usually crowded with several descendants and dozens of servants, suddenly became empty. Zhang Tingjian kept watching the carriage of his descendants disappear before turning around and coming back. He instructed the only old servant who stayed with him to make a cup of tea and walked slowly towards the library with a long hiss.

Zhang Tingjian's grandfather once resigned from the Hanlin and returned to his hometown to build this library with the pleasure of collecting books What is the famous big library, but it really embodies the efforts of three generations of Zhang family.

Zhang Tingjian looked up for a while at this three-story masonry building and walked slowly, picked up a few books, turned a few pages, put them down, and walked back to the courtyard.

The black dog stood up and looked at him seriously when he saw him enter the building.

This black dog was picked up by Zhang Tingjian half a year ago.

In the early morning, Zhang Tingjian walked along the path to the woods near his home as usual. He heard noises in the woods and walked over casually, but he saw a terrifying scene: the bodies of more than a dozen wild dogs were lying on the grass. There were bloodstains all over the grass, the ground, and the trees. Several dogs had their heads torn off, and some had incomplete limbs. The innards were turned out. Every dog's teeth and paws were covered in blood. Obviously, these dogs gave birth to each other. Fighting and biting each other became like this. Zhang Tingjian boldly went over to check and found that one of the dogs was still alive. It was a huge black dog covered in blood. When Zhang Tingjian found it, it still had half the head of another dog in its mouth. Zhang Tingjian suddenly felt sympathetic and called people to carry it back home. When he looked at the black dog, although he couldn't move, his eyes were still full of murderous aura. He couldn't help but wonder if the dead dogs were just bitten by it dead? But at that time, the black dog was already dying. There were wounds all over his body. Zhang Tingjian ordered someone to help him treat it, and it took more than half a month to make it alive again.

After the injury, the black dog looks more terrifying, fierce, fierce and always has a cold light in its eyes. But people feel that this dog doesn't bark. You've never seen or heard of a dog that's mute, but this dog has never made any sound, plus his silent steps. When it walks in the courtyard, it is like a sliding ghost. Not only will the children cry when they see it, but the servants will walk around it, and none of the other domestic animals dare to approach it within ten steps. . But this black dog's temperament is still docile, as if he knows who his savior is, he has always listened to Zhang Tingjian's advice since he recovered, and has been faithfully guarding the library for him since then, except for Zhang Tingjian himself. It was only after Zhang Tingjian said "OK" to it that he stepped into the building.

"Dog" Zhang Tingjian barked a black dog and immediately ran over - because no one named it, it has always been called "dog".

"Dog" Zhang Tingjian stroked the dog's head. He had never treated the dog like this before and seemed to want to dodge but accepted his caress in a haughty manner. "Everybody's gone but I won't go. These books are my grandfather, father and myself. I will never leave them behind. If the Japanese come, let them come and I will live and die with these books! But the dog Ah, you'd better go and go outside by yourself. Maybe you can find a way to live. You don't have to accompany me here to die."

The dog slowly looked up at him.

"I have raised you for more than half a year, although you are a dumb dog, but I always think you are human. You have worked hard for me these days, and you have been guarding this building for me. Now you can go."

The dog didn't know if it understood it, but it actually stood up and walked towards the gate. It took a few steps and then turned around to look at Zhang Tingjian.

Zhang Tingjian waved his hand: "Go! Go! I don't want you anymore, let's find a way to survive!"

The dog turned and walked out of the gate, disappearing into the grass without looking back.

When the Japanese soldiers rushed into the courtyard, Zhang Tingjian sat on a Taishi chair in the middle of the courtyard and watched them steadily - he even sent the last old servants and dogs just to face this moment and watch the guns and live ammunition menacingly The Japanese soldier raised his eyebrows: "You can kill me, this old man, and burn my book! But have you killed all the Chinese people! Have you burned the five thousand years of civilization of the Chinese nation! A country of barbarians! What kind of climate can it become? Even if I die, I will keep my eyes open and wait to see what happens to you!"

Although the Japanese soldiers could not understand his words, his attitude and momentum were enough to arouse their murderous intentions. One of the Japanese soldiers raised his gun without hesitation at Zhang Tingjian and fired a shot. At the same time as he fired, a black shadow jumped out from the side and slammed into the soldier's body. The bullet that should have hit Zhang Tingjian's heart rubbed his shoulder, and Zhang Tingjian fell with a chair and fell to the ground, only breaking his forehead. Covering his head and struggling from the ground, he saw that the Japanese soldier who had shot was thrown to the ground by the black shadow but never got up again.

The Japanese and Zhang Tingjian present clearly saw that the soldier who knocked down was a **** dog. The soldier had already bitten off his throat, and although his limbs were still twitching and writhing, he seemed to be unable to live.

Zhang Tingjian blurted out: "Dog!"

The dog's mouth was full of blood. He raised his head and looked at the Japanese soldiers with a mockery that should not belong to an animal. The corners of his mouth also seemed to show a sneer.

The Japanese soldiers shot at it at the same time. The dog ran towards them in the face of the gunshots and bullets. During the process of its running, the Japanese soldiers vaguely felt that it had changed and when it came to the closest soldiers What stood there was not a dog, but a monster with long, fangs and claws. The Japanese soldier who had no time to dodge was caught in his hand like a chicken and shook his head a few bullets. The shell fell to the ground and with a swipe of the claws a beating heart was held in its hands. It casually threw the soldier's body on the ground, raised the heart to its mouth, bit it, licked the blood on its lips, looked at the remaining Japanese soldiers and said in a very soft voice, "The Japanese look delicious. look."

Although no one understands Chinese, the remaining Japanese soldiers understand its meaning for some reason

"Ah "

I don't know who screamed first and all the Japanese soldiers started to turn around and run out the door. No matter how heroic and invincible they were when they slaughtered civilians, they still chose to flee when faced with inexplicable and incomprehensible things. When they stepped on the steps of the gate, the two scarlet gates slowly closed in front of them. The monster with sharp claws stood in front of them at some point, licking their blood-drenched claws with a gloomy expression. Looking at them with a smile...

Zhang Tingjian fainted when he saw the monster chewing the heart slowly, but in the dimness he heard a clear voice saying in his ear: "I have already repaid you for saving my life. You..." When he woke up, the courtyard was empty, there were no Japanese soldiers, no blood, no monsters, and the **** dog that couldn't bark never came back...

With the backdrop of the surrounding buildings, this ancient small building is so old that even the wooden doors and windows exude a corrupt atmosphere. Zhang Qian walked to the front of the building and reached out to push the door, which was firmly locked by seven locks. Zhang Qian sat down on the steps in front of the door, holding her cheeks and looking at the three-story house not far away. Is the controversy still going on in the house? Zhang Qian thought casually. She has no interest in the quarrels of her relatives. Her interest lies in how she can see the true face of the books on the first floor behind her.

The small building behind Zhang Qian is a library building. It is said that Zhang Qian's great-grandfather's great-grandfather was Hanlin in the Qing Dynasty. He built this small building after he resigned and returned to his hometown. The collection of books has been passed down to Zhang Qian's great-grandfather Zhang Sixian's generation. Although this library building is not well-known for more than a hundred years, Zhang Qian has always been proud of the rich variety of books in the building. It's just that after the great-grandfather passed away at the age of 87 half a month ago, the history of this library seems to end here.

Uncle's high voice said something from the house in front to Zhang Qian's ears, and Zhang Qian smiled helplessly.

After the death of my great-grandfather, forty or fifty of his descendants came to the funeral. At the end of the funeral, everyone's attention was still focused on the land on which the house was located. The land that was already located in the downtown area was indeed valuable, but everyone quickly realized that the great-grandfather had a more valuable legacy-- There are quite a few rare books in the Qing Dynasty and even Ming and Song editions in the collection of books on the first floor. It is roughly estimated that the value of these precious books together is much more expensive than the land. After understanding this, relatives locked the library firmly and began a long-lasting dispute over the ownership of the books in it. Zhang Qian had a desire to study in the building since she was a child, but her great-grandfather did not allow anyone, including children and grandchildren, to step into the building. Now that her great-grandfather died, her relatives locked the building even tighter. Zhang Qian could only She sighed with delight. When the door of the building opened, Zhang Qian saw that the rare books in the building were sold out, and the other books were lost, right? Zhang Qian patted Louzhu with her hand and sighed: "Zangshulou, library, although I am a descendant of the Zhang family, it seems that I have no luck with you after all."

"Da Da" There was a soft sound in the building as if something had fallen to the ground.

Zhang Qian put her eyes to the crack of the window to see that under the dim light in the building, a figure appeared to flash up to the second floor.

"There is someone in the building!" Zhang Qian was shocked. Recently, the news that there are rare books in this unnoticed library building has been spread in the society due to the property of the Zhang family's descendants. The relatives also hired several security guards. The day and night guards added seven large locks, each holding one of the keys, and even members of his own family could not enter alone. How could there be anyone in the building now? Zhang Qian looked around, climbed up a railing neatly, grabbed the pillar and jumped up, and finally saw the inside: the library building is full of rows of shelves to prevent direct sunlight. The whole floor is unobstructed and no one is in it. Zhang Qian hurriedly saw that there was no one on the first floor. The stairs are old-fashioned wooden ladders that go straight up and down. If someone is standing on it, it is impossible to see Zhang Qian scratching his head: "Am I dazzled?"

"Xiao Qian! What are you doing? It's time to eat!" Zhang Yuezhong, Zhang Qian's distant cousin, ran over shouting loudly.

Zhang Qian pouted: "I said don't call me 'Xiao Qian' like a female ghost."

Zhang Yuezhong laughed: "You don't have the last name Nie!" He patted Zhang Qian's head and asked, "What were you doing just now? Jumping up and down. You'd better not come up with those book ideas or those people will take you... . . ." He wiped his neck.

Zhang Qian said disdainfully, "I'm not a money fan." She decided to hide what happened just now so as not to be made fun of by him.

In this inheritance competition, Zhang Qian's father and Zhang Yuezhong's father are both obsessed with their own interests, but this does not affect the relationship between the cousins. Some. Zhang Yuezhong leaned on Zhang Qian's shoulder and asked with a smile, "You still remember the book on this floor! Did you forget that when you were a child, you tried to sneak in and was hit with a cane by your great-grandfather?"

"You can't forget it if you take a cane!" Zhang Qian gave him a look.

"It's just a room full of paper, I really don't understand what's interesting? What's the point of contention?" Zhang Yuezhong exclaimed.

"It's not a problem for me but it's really worth seeing!"

The two brothers and sisters laughed relative to each other and walked towards the residential building together.

Because there were too many people staying here to eat, I had to divide it into two tables. The elders Zhang Qian, Zhang Yuezhong and other young people sat on the small table next to the big table. On the big table are Zhang Qian's father Zhang Aiguo, Zhang Yuezhong's father Zhang Weidong, and several uncles of Zhang Qian's aunt. On the small table are five cousins ​​except Zhang Qian and Zhang Yuezhong. The atmosphere at the dinner table was very silent. Even the brothers and sisters who were chatting and laughing when they usually met didn't talk to each other. They just paid attention to the food in front of them.

Zhang Yuezhong suddenly leaned over to Zhang Qian's ear and whispered, "Do you think everyone will suffer from stomach problems if they eat like this every day?"

Zhang Qian burst out laughing.

The eyes of the people on the two tables immediately focused on her. Zhang Qian stuck out her tongue and wiped her mouth with chopsticks and walked out of the room.

"Why is this so?" Zhang Qian shook her head and walked to the library again. The relatives were all unwilling to lose the ownership of the library, but Zhang Qian was unwilling to not be able to see these books. Zhang Qian likes to read and write since childhood One can imagine the unwillingness of her heart to have such a library in the building, but she couldn't get the door.

Zhang Qian walked around the library building, but she could only stay on the steps.

"Bang! Bang" There was a sudden sound of knocking on the glass.

Zhang Qian looked around but saw no one.

"Cough here and look back!" A man's voice came.

As soon as Zhang Qian turned around, a young man greeted her with a smile in the library: "Hello, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Zhang Qian looked at him in amazement. "Should I ask this question? Who are you? How did you get in? What do you want to do?"

The man was lying on the windowsill with his arms on his head, so Zhang Qian could only see his eyes. Hearing Zhang Qian's words, he asked, "Are you going to come in?"

Zhang Qian looked at the door that was still locked several times and couldn't help but ask again: "How did you get in?"

He stood up straight and made a gesture to Zhang Qian asking her to follow him to the east side of the building. Zhang Qian hurriedly followed him from outside. The east side of the building is only one meter away from the three-meter-high outer wall. There are no doors and no windows. Zhang Qian stood in front of the small passage, but saw that person in the building again gesturing for her to turn around. She walked into the passage in confusion and heard a soft sound. A secret door opened on the east wall of the building, like in movies and TV. The man stretched out his head and beckoned to her.

Zhang Qian walked in and the man closed the secret door and looked at her with a smile. This is a twenty-three or four-year-old young man with a tall and handsome appearance. He has a long head and wears a denim jacket. He has a unique silver ornament on his neck and a big silver ring on his fingers. He is dressed in fashion and this ancient, dark It was awkward that the library was placed together. He put a stack of books on the bookshelf and asked, "I see you wandering outside these days, what's wrong with you?"

"I think... you should say who you are first? What are you doing here? Otherwise, I'll call the police!" Zhang Qian sternly threatened that this strange young man and the family did not know the secret Everything was weird at the door.

"I'm cleaning and tidying up, can't you see?" said the young man, carefully dusting the bookshelf.

It was only then that Zhang Qian noticed that the building was so neat and tidy. On the bookshelves, on the window sills on the cabinets, all the books are spotlessly clean. The square bricks on the ground are neat and tidy. There is no dust in the gaps. The handrails of the stairs are even more polished. Since the death of my great-grandfather, this building has been locked for half a month. It is reasonable to say that even if it is not full of dust, it will not be so clean. Could it be this person who cleaned it?

"Why are you... cleaning here?"

"If old man Zhang is dead, there's no one here to take care of me, what should I do if I don't clean it?" The young man began to grumble and complain, "It used to be only once a week, but now someone will come to find the book, and someone will come to estimate the price and pay it back. Even a bunch of people who make a mess don't even think about how hard the cleaning people are! How much time does it take me to waste every day! Time is so precious, you know? If you clean for one hour a day, it is ten hours and twenty hours in ten days. A day is twenty hours and thirty days...how many other things can I do with this time..."

"Are you a friend of my great-grandfather?!" Zhang Qian couldn't help shouting.

The young man shrugged noncommittally and skillfully inserted a few books that had been pulled out and put them away on their original shelves. I saw that he only glanced at the title of the book and found where it should be divided without thinking. Obviously, he is not generally familiar with the books here.

"You really come every day?" Zhang Qian still couldn't believe it.

"Come every day." He pouted, "You think I'm willing to come, it's not because I promised him."

Zhang Qian looked at the tens of thousands of books in such a big building, and he could not help but admire and praise him, saying: "That's really hard for you."

"Of course it's me and someone else..." He said proudly, "By the way, my name is Liu Di, what about you? I know every descendant of the Zhang family and I know who you believe when you name them. Don't believe me?"

"Real or not?" Zhang Qian doesn't believe "My name is Zhang Qian."

"Is Zhang Aiguo's daughter Zhang Tong's granddaughter?" Liu Di immediately recited her family tree.

"You really know!" Zhang Qian opened her mouth wide. "It seems that you must be someone my great-grandfather knew very well. He must have told you a lot about my family."

"And what?" Liu Di hooked her finger at her, "Come."

He went straight up to the second floor, jumped, took a key from the carved edge of a pillar and opened a large mahogany cabinet. The cupboards are filled with boxes of thread-bound books wrapped in red silk, some of which are even handwritten. Even those who have not studied ancient book collections can see their value. Liu Di took out a box of these books and finally took out a box and handed it to Zhang Qian and said, "Open it."

Zhang Qian opened the box in confusion, but what appeared in front of her were two covers she was familiar with "This is..."

“That old guy was so excited that he couldn’t sleep when he heard that you became a writer, he went out and bought these two books and put them back in this cabinet dedicated to rare books, and he was still talking about something.” Finally, there is a book written by Zhang's descendants himself. It is his pride that he is so short of tears."

Zhang Qian took a deep breath and held back her tears. In her memory, her great-grandfather was an "old man", an old, sluggish, serious old man who never said a word, wielding a stick and beating people whenever anyone approached his book. He didn't know him at all, but he didn't think... Zhang Qian held the box in her hand and had mixed feelings for a while.

"Xiaoqian...Xiaoqian...Where are you?"

Zhang Qian suddenly raised her head: it was Zhang Yuezhong who was looking for her. In case this guy finds out about Liu Di and the secret door, it is guaranteed that "everyone on earth will know about it" within ten minutes. She doesn't want to add trouble to Liu Di in this regard-although he appears here with unknown origin, Zhang Qian didn't directly think that he could be trusted. She whispered to Liu Di, "My cousin came to see me and I left, don't worry, I won't tell you about you and the secret door."

Liu Di asked with a strange expression: "He's calling you?"

"To him it's my cousin Zhang Yuezhong -- have you heard of him? He's a national table tennis player." Zhang Qian is very proud of this.

"Xiaoqian! Hahahaha..." Liu Di didn't listen to what she said and laughed wildly. "Xiaoqian hahahaha, why do you call it that?" Embarrassed by the name being called, he picked up a book and covered his mouth. "Xiaoqian gugugu..." Liu Di also insisted on laughing and made a strange sound. Zhang Qian heard Zhang Yuezhong's voice getting closer, so she put down the book and ran downstairs to look back at Liu Di, leaning over the bookcase and still smiling.

"Xiaoqian Xiaoqian!"

"What are you doing!" Zhang Qian pretended to be nonchalant and walked out from the side. "I've said it a thousand times, don't call me that!"

"You really are here" Zhang Yuezhong ran over and said, "My dad and the others have found another antique dealer to see the goods. I'm afraid that you will be seen wandering around here, and they will tell you after they see it."

"Another one!" Zhang Qian sighed and came back and forth for more than a dozen times. What price should they sell the book for to be satisfied? This time, I'm going to turn it over again and make a mess in it. Tomorrow, Liu Di will have to do it again... It's messed up, Liu Di is still inside and they're messed up now! Zhang Qian was thinking about how to inform Liu Di to hide and hide. The elders had already led two businessmen over. Everyone took out their keys and opened their own locks. The group walked into the building and Zhang Qian covered her mouth and waited for them. I saw Liu Di's cry.

One second, ten seconds, one minute, five minutes...Those people have come upstairs and nothing happened.

"When did he leave?" Zhang Qian couldn't help but be surprised.

"What?" Zhang Yuezhong looked at her inexplicably.

"No" Zhang Qian hurriedly said with a wry smile, "I'm thinking that these books are going to be unlucky again."

Zhang Yuezhong took a racket and insisted on teaching Zhang Qian how to hit the ball on the wall in the yard. Zhang Qian has no interest in sports. Just sit on the stone bench and watch him fight. Zhang Yuezhong's standard action of hitting the ball on the wall by himself as a good athlete always seems to have an artistic sense that makes people very comfortable.

"...2997299829993000!" Zhang Yuezhong shouted "slap" and hit the ball out and then took it in his hand Wiping the sweat, he tossed the ball up and down in his hand and asked, "Cool?"

Zhang Qian was about to answer him when she saw that group of people walking out and discussing what "The Song version of "Mengxi Bi Tan" should at least be..." "The first edition of "The Scream" may also be..." "The handwritten "Scream" "The Story of the Stone" is very rare..." As he walked past their siblings.

Zhang Yuezhong dropped the rhythm and said in a loud voice that everyone could hear: "What a disappointment!"

The reproachful gazes of the elders could not move him at all, and Zhang Qian sat there with her hands on her chin as if she had nothing to do with her. The elders sent the guests out of the door and turned around, trying to blame the two children who didn't understand the sense of proportion. Zhang Yuezhong straightened his neck and wanted to talk back. There was a sound of the world, followed by screams.

People from Zhang's family rushed out the door and everyone saw this situation: The two antique dealers' cars had just moved and before they started, a cement telephone pole that was standing on the roadside fell on it and put the roof of the car on it. There's a big hole smashed down the wires hanging down blue and white sparks the motive of the car is still humming and the people in the car don't know if it's alive or dead Everything looks like something out of a thriller movie of a lens.

Passers-by were staying, some were screaming, Zhang Yuezhong was the first to rush up and shouted at his father: "Call the police! Call an ambulance!" Then he carefully opened the wires with a wooden stick and used force Pulled open the deformed door. Together with a few passersby who came to help, he dragged the two people out of the car until he watched the two injured people being carried into the ambulance, then walked back to Zhang Qian, bent over, lowered his head, pressed his knees with his hands, and let out a breath.

"How are they?" Zhang Qian hurriedly asked.

"It seems that I can't die, but it's enough." Zhang Yuezhong gestured, "one hand was broken, and the other's head was covered in blood."

"How could the power poles fall down! They just parked there..." Zhang Qian sighed. She looked over there. The police were trying to maintain order next to the fallen telephone pole and the smashed car. The police were trying to maintain order. For a moment, Zhang Qian seemed to see the tall Liu Di standing there and then look carefully. when it disappeared.

"I think our library is protected by some mysterious force!" After dinner, Zhang Yuezhong and Zhang Qian chatted about it again, "Did you know that the Japanese army fought here in the war of aggression against China? Our great-grandfather's father..."

"Great-grandfather's father...great-great-grandfather, right?" Zhang Qian raised her finger. "It's so far away."

"It's our great-great-grandfather" Zhang Yuezhong was very excited when he talked about the "gu" he heard from his elders. "At that time, he sent all his descendants and servants away to stay here to prepare to live and die with the collection of books. When the Japanese When he rushed in, he sat upright in front of the building without any fear, but the Japanese dared not to touch him and his books. Later, it was passed on to our great-grandfather that the library was in the hands of our great-grandfather, who was rushing in to destroy the four olds and wanted to burn books. After demolishing the building, my great-grandfather waved a cane and rushed out to beat the Red Guards, but he still kept the book and the building until the end of the Cultural Revolution. So many ancient relics and ancient books were destroyed in ten years of catastrophe. We are still fine here. Think about our ancestors for this Will they be willing to be sold by unworthy descendants like this? That's why they..."

"You said there were ghosts preventing them from buying these books? Or our great-great-grandfather and great-grandfather's..." Zhang Qian grinned at him and slapped him **** the head "Don't make up stories to scare people. Weave your ancestors into it!"

"I'm not trying to scare you!" Zhang Yuezhong covered his head and called out, "Do you know which businessman these two are the first to pick up the goods today?"

“Who knows how many draws are made every day!”

"I knew you didn't care about these things." Zhang Yuezhong said mysteriously, "Tell you, although there are many merchants these days, but the real prices that satisfy our old men are only four today. In the afternoon, there were three other families: one slipped and rolled down the stairs after talking and is still lying in the hospital; one was hit by a wind-blown store sign while walking and is still in a coma; the other was shopping. The robbery prisoner was caught and held hostage. Although he was rescued, he was so frightened that he had a nervous breakdown and went abroad to recuperate. How could they all end well?"

"What a coincidence..."

"Is it really just a coincidence?" Zhang Yuezhong said, "The collection that our ancestors have kept for several generations is now not only going to be sold, but also for who gets more and who gets less. ."

Zhang Qian put her hands on her knees, put her head on her knees, looked at Zhang Yuezhong and said, "Why don't you go and tell Dad that this building should be preserved?"

Zhang Yuezhong was silent for a moment and then said, "Who will take care of it? Who can do it in our family like our great-grandfather and the others who spend their whole lives caring for it regardless of life and death?"

“…”

"Don't look at me, I want to play football! And since I was a child, I was most afraid of falling asleep after reading a book, and even when I couldn't fall asleep, imagine myself reading a book and fall asleep immediately... Imagine reading a book... ...snoring...snoring..."

"Yuezhong Yuezhong?" Zhang Qian stretched out his hand to push him and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's too exaggerated to really fall asleep!" Her eyes moved to the library upstairs outside the window and the smile gradually disappeared...

The quarrel downstairs became more and more intense. It became difficult for Zhang Qian to pretend to be asleep. The cousin who slept in the same room as her was probably awakened by the quarrel as early as she did? But she pretended to be asleep like Zhang Qian. The cousin who used to be in a good relationship always used her salary to buy books for Zhang Qian, and she has never spoken to Zhang Qian since her father and Zhang Qian's father had a big fight over the inheritance.

"Dai Ya hasn't been written for a long time, but who will tell me? "Wang Feng" is overwhelmed..." Zhang Qian picked up the longest poem in her heart and recited it, trying her best not to listen to the quarrel downstairs.

"And don't look at your own virtue! Can you be better than others just because you have money like this!"

"Your virtue is good! You think others don't know what's going on behind your back!"

"Clang!" the sound of a broken glass.

"...Beautiful is not precious enough. The sundae is restored to ancient times and the clothes are halal..." Zhang Qian recites faster and faster.

"I'm better than someone I don't know for the sake of money! Some people have money and don't know what shameful things they will do!"

"What are you arguing about! Look at the time! Let others hear the joke!"

"Hypocrite! It's not your turn to talk!"

"The Emperor Qin swept Liuhe and the tiger looked down on him? He swung his sword to fight the clouds and the lords came to the west..." Zhang Qian murmured out her voice.

"I'm not arguing with you! Money is always something outside the body, but everyone is Zhang's descendants. It's fair and equitable to share it, or it's better not to divide it!"

"It's lofty! It's not for money!"

"...Zhuyu buys songs and laughs at the chaff and raises talents. Fang knows that Huang He is wandering alone for thousands of miles... Enough!" Zhang Qian finally couldn't help sitting up from the bed and wiping the tears from her eyes - father and relatives This ugliness reminded her of thieves who had unequal distribution of stolen goods and infighting, and the loudest voice was her own father, which made it even more unbearable for her. She pushed the pillow and opened the door and walked out.

A few sparse stars in the sky near midnight against the backdrop of a waning moon and the wind blowing through this courtyard is rather desolate. Imagine the great-grandfather reading in such a cold and windy moon or under the lamp or falling asleep with the fragrance of books. Perhaps his years of guarding the library are not so boring and lonely, at least he does not need to be disturbed by the interference of worldly desires.

Zhang Qian walked around the library building, seeing that no one was there, and slipped into the aisle quickly, "Remember that the secret door is here. I'm just going in to read books, and it shouldn't be a problem to steal things, right?" So he made excuses for his behavior while groping upstairs with his hands.

"Xiao Qian." A hand was placed on her shoulder.

"Ah~~~" This kind of thing is very scary in the dead of night. Zhang Qian exclaimed and turned around, only to see Liu Di standing behind her with a malicious smile on her face. Zhang Qian turned her face down, "You're laughing at my name again!"

"No..." Liu Di answered in a long voice, "You're not named Nie anyway..."

"Hmm..."

"Aren't you going to come in? Come in." Liu Di easily pushed open the secret door and greeted her to go in. "Hurry up and don't let anyone see you."

In the building, as Zhang Qian expected, the bookshelves were rummaged through valuable books. Fortunately, ordinary books that were not rare books were thrown everywhere, and some were even on the ground. Zhang Qian looked apologetically at Liu Di's library, which belonged to Zhang's family, but Liu Di paid more for it than anyone else in the Zhang family, more like his relatives violated Liu's things. However, Liu Di, who was not surprised, immediately rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning.

Looking at him, Zhang Qian couldn't help but ask, "Why are you here at night? Have you helped my great-grandfather clean this place for many years?"

"I can't come tomorrow if I have something to do, so I have to clean it like this? How many years have I been cleaning here? Many years..." Liu Di exaggeratedly said, "I've been here for sixty or seventy years!"

"Really..." Zhang Qian felt that Liu Di looked like the kind of person who shouldn't clean the library here, and asked, "Then you must really like reading?"

"No, I don't read books" Liu said, "I like to see that everyone is better than books! Do you believe that a single idea of ​​a person sometimes can't be filled in a book?"

"...very philosophical..."

"Philosophy? Haha..." Liu Di started the exaggerated and wanton laugh again.

"Can I read the books here?"

"Of course you can, but why did you ask me about your family's books. But you can't take anyone and you can't take the books out of here."

"I know - this is our family's ancestral motto." Zhang Qian said sadly. Who in the Zhang family still cares about this ancestral motto? Instead, Liu Di, an outsider, remembered the prison.

Liu turned on a light for her after speaking. Zhang Qian found that the design of the lamp was very clever, although there was enough light, it could not be seen from outside the building.

Zhang Qian leaned on the cupboard and quietly read a book, Liu Di packed up beside her, and slowly passed by in the small building, waiting for Zhang Qian, who was completely immersed in the book, to return to her senses. Putting down the book and looking up, she saw Liu Di was sitting on a cupboard looking at herself. She said apologetically, "Did I delay you going back after you finished cleaning?"

Liu Di shrugged: "You like reading very much."

Zhang Qian carefully put the book back on the shelf and said, "It's a family inheritance."

"Inheritance? Then you are the only one who has inherited it from other people. None of them came in to 'read' books."

"Can you believe it? My father is actually very fond of reading. He can't sleep without reading a book all day long. Several of my elders are like this. I remember when I was a child, they used to get together to discuss about Hu Shi, Lu Xun, and conflicts. Zola, I would like to read books, and I am influenced by them."

Liu Di tilted his head and looked at her.

"You don't believe it! There's a reason why they want to sell these books now," Zhang Qian explained.

"Buy a house, buy a car, go abroad, open a company..." Liu Di stretched out his legs and pressed his hands on the cupboard between his legs, leaning forward as if he was not sitting said slowly.

Zhang Qian didn't know how much Liu Di knew about his family. He even knew the purpose of each family after they made money from selling books. After hearing Liu Di's words about some complaints about selling books, she said, "You must be very reluctant to give up on these books, right?"

Liu Di waved his hand: "I can't bear it! Selling early and cleaning early will save me from serving them every day."

Zhang Qian sat down opposite him and said, "It's not a glorious thing to sell my ancestor's collection. My cousin Yue Zhong is also very angry about this."

"Your cousin? The one who looked for you yesterday? Hahahaha... (I accidentally remembered the name "Xiaoqian")"

Zhang Qianbai glanced at him and said, "Yeah, he is very opposed to this kind of thing that sells his ancestors' efforts for money."

"Tell him to take care of the book in this building!" Liu Di suggested eagerly - it seems that he really wants to hand over the book to others.

"He? It would be better to call him dead if he was told to read books all day long. The genetic factors of the Zhang family really mutated only when he got there."

Liu Di suddenly lowered his head and sighed and asked from his fingers, "What about you? How about you like books so much and give them to you?"

"Me? Are there so many elders who can't speak to me?"

Liu Di looked at her half-smile.

"Anyway..." Zhang Qian was about to say something else and looked at her watch, then stopped and said, "If you don't leave before six o'clock, it will be discovered by my father and the others. Are you still leaving?"

"I'll leave soon." Liu Di looked at her with a smile and said, "See you another day."

"See you another day!" Zhang Qian hurriedly left.

"She... can you?" Liu Di was still sitting there talking to a room of books, as if they could understand, "What do you think of her? If she can't do it, I can't do anything... …”

"When will the result come out!" Zhang Weiguo shouted and pointed at Zhang Weidong's nose and asked, "I'm not as rich and powerful as you all! I'll wait for the money to save my life! You said that you should find a buyer now. How's it going!"

"You saw yesterday's accident too! It's no use blaming who you are in a hurry!"

"Anyway, I don't care about you so much! Wait until the fourth and don't see the money and then divide the book. Give me the book I deserve and I will handle it myself." He slammed the door and walked away.

No one could eat a good meal after he made such a fuss. Zhang Qian put down her chopsticks and heard a cousin next to her asking, "What happened to the fourth uncle? I suddenly got nervous."

Zhang Yuezhong, the "Tiantong Er" and "Big Mouth", hurriedly replied: "You don't know, he is addicted to gambling, not only lost his factory, but also owed a lot of debt. Really? Waiting for this money to save lives!"

"Hmph... prodigal!" said the cousin disdainfully.

Zhang Qian bowed her head and smiled bitterly--isn't selling the hard work of her ancestors a loser? More completely defeated, right? Hearing their father, they have already discussed: Can you find a buyer within a week and divide the book if you can't find it? What if it must be divided? Notarization or not...

The sky has been gloomy since the morning. The air is full of dampness and stuffiness before the summer thunderstorm. The library is also very dark. My fourth uncle was in a car accident, if a passing taxi driver hadn't had the heart to send him to the hospital, he might have died."

"Really, he's lucky." Liu Di's expression, if not gloating, at least showed no sympathy.

"...I feel very scared... You know that the businessmen who came to contact the book to buy the book have all been in trouble recently, and my fourth uncle just finished saying that the book should be divided... Yue Zhong said that there is an ancestor The soul is punishing these people who want to buy and sell books. Although I don't believe it, but...the accident happened one after another...how can a car with such a wide road and a good road drive under the bridge!"

"He drank a bar?"

"He had dinner with us."

"Otherwise, I was thinking about money and lost my mind. The brakes failed, and a car rushed over from the opposite side... Is there a traffic accident? It's a common thing." Liu concluded.

"What if... what Yue Zhong guessed is true?" The girl was always timid and shuddered as she said, "My father has always supported selling the book collection, so maybe one day it will happen. It's his turn... terrifying!"

"Impossible!" Liu Di said righteously and sternly, "How can there be such a thing as ghosts in the world? How old are we still believing in these weird and chaotic things. We are all highly educated people, don't we? Knowing that ghosts and monsters don't exist, we should believe in science!" As soon as his voice fell, there was thunder outside the window, causing the casement to move slightly and a few flashes pierced the sky.

Zhang Qian was startled by the sudden thunder and screamed.

Liu Di looked out the window and muttered to himself: "It's not enough to tell a little lie that I won't be struck by lightning..."

The sound of thunder is like a signal that the sky has finally started to rain after half the afternoon's cloudy sky. The library building, which was already poorly lit, is now even more gloomy. Rows of bookshelves, one by one, the bookcases shadowing each other, reveal a rather mysterious and dangerous atmosphere. Zhang Qian's originally three-point worry was rendered into a seven-point unease by the atmosphere and said: "But even the fourth uncle has an accident, why don't you tell me not to worry about my father."

Liu Di stood by the window and looked out the window and said, "It's better to persuade him to stop selling these books and it will be fine."

Zhang Qian smiled bitterly and said, "How is that possible? He needs the money to set up his own company."

"It's no use worrying about that."

For the first time in the past few days, Zhang Qian saw Liu Di standing upright by the gloomy window, like a silhouette and a flash of light illuminating half of his face... When did He has also seen such a scene. Zhang Qian frowned. From the moment he saw Liu Di, he felt familiar with when... "Did we meet?"

Liu Di's eyes jumped--the second time his memory-eliminating spell was ineffective for Zhang Qian twice.

"I always feel like I've seen you when" Zhang Qian tapped her head with her hand "but I can't remember."

"How is that possible?" Liu Di walked over to Zhang Qian, pointed to his face, and said boldly, "If you've seen a handsome, handsome, and handsome guy like me, how could you possibly have forgotten about me? Women have forgotten about it! Don't just destroy my reputation."

Zhang Qian couldn't believe that his face could be so thick, but what he said made a lot of sense. If someone as handsome and outstanding as him had seen him before, it would be difficult to forget even if he wanted to.

"Oh, I remembered it!" Liu Di suddenly called out, "That was in a previous life, Xiaofeng and Canyue on the willow bank under the small bridge pier, you hold my hand..." He closed his eyes and looked at Zhang with an intoxicated look. Qian approached, "Ah then your eyes were as gentle as water..."

"Shut up! It's disgusting!" Zhang Qian couldn't help covering her ears and screamed.

Liu Di opened her eyes and laughed at her, and Zhang Qian couldn't help laughing with him.

"By the way, do you want to 'see people' with me?" Liu Di suddenly asked.

"Look at people?"

"Look at people, people are prettier than books!" Liu Di stretched out his hand, grabbed her hand and put his arm around her and walked out. "If you don't believe me, see me once!" Zhang Qian ran out and laughed while running in the rain.

Although Zhang Qian lives in an open-minded city, she is a conservative girl and has never held hands with men other than her relatives, but why is it so familiar to run in the rain holding hands with Liu Di: Liu Di pulls tightly Keeping himself warm in the icy rain, he kept running forward from his hand, and there was the sound of rain all around, the sound of wind, and the sound of a car approaching in the distance... Said to him: "Get in the car!"

"Get in the car."

Liu Di's voice called Zhang Qian, who was recalling in a trance, back to find that they were standing in front of a red taxi. "Red car..." It seems that he has even been in this car with Liu Di...why? (For the last time Zhang Qian and Liu Di met, please read my work "A Night in the Barren Mountain", but...hehe, I haven't written it yet.)

The car stopped in front of a bar when the rain had stopped. Liu Di pulled Zhang Qian out of the car and Zhang Qian felt that he did not give the driver any money for the car. And the driver didn't even want to drive away without him. Zhang Qian looked at the direction of the car in surprise.

"Hey, what are you looking at? Could it be that he is more handsome than me!" Liu Di shook his fingers in front of her.

"You didn't give him money."

"What money is my friend giving me!"

Zhang Qian couldn't help laughing - what was wrong with herself, she was thinking about such a simple thing suspiciously all the way... I was really infected by Yue Zhong! She shook her head to throw away the cluttered thoughts that were swirling in her mind.

"Come to my favorite bar!" Liu Di pulled her and when Zhang Qian reacted, she was already standing in a "bar" that she had never stepped into.

The feeling to Zhang Qian in bars and movies and TV is almost because there are too many people who smoke, and the smoke is much more serious than in movies and TV dramas. Liu Di was not familiar with this place, greeted the waitress, and sat down in a corner where he could see the entire bar hall. Ordered a lot of wine and fruit. Zhang Qian watched him beat away a waitress who came to flirt with him, raised her eyebrows and said, "This place is really suitable for you."

"Is the library not suitable?" Liu Di was quite self-aware. He poured Guo Khan on Zhang Qian, opened a bottle, took a sip and said, "This is my 'reading room' and 'entertainment room'. 'It's more interesting than reading a book."

Zhang Qian turned her eyes to the men and women in the hall and said thoughtfully, "It's very interesting." She loves writing, and she likes to look at people and things from an outsider's perspective, so she can fully understand what Liu Di means.

Liu Di took another sip of wine and wiped his mouth and said, "Look at how close and affectionate that woman is with her boyfriend, but I often see her here with a different man every time she is with her; you Seeing that the waitress must have been molested by the customer just now, her eyes are red. I also know that she is a very clean woman who never accepts the teasing of male customers. But why is she working here? The story behind is very interesting, right? ..." He beckoned the girl and the waiter asked for another bottle of wine and handed her a tip. "And the man who was with him must not be his wife..." Liu Di said while looking at others gesticulating.

Zhang Qian frowned: "Liu Di, there is something wrong with your mentality!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Liu nodded, "I like to gloat over misfortunes and watch the fun. Hey, look at that person..."

“…”

Zhang Qian found that Liu Di was really here to "watch people". He is very observant. When he sees a person, he analyzes what he is doing, his purpose, etc. He is well-informed and understands other people's psychology. But this kind of hobby is uncomplimentable. Zhang Qian finds it hard to understand someone like Liu Di. He looks fashionable and cynical, but he has the patience to organize a library for years. He looks familiar and likes to go in and out of such entertainment venues, but he is just here to "see people". For some reason, Zhang Qian felt kind to Liu Di from the bottom of her heart, as if she had known and known him for a long time. She looked at Liu Di's profile with the sarcastic smile and the cynicism that came out of her every move. Zhang Qian was struggling to find such a familiar expression in her memories.

"Look at that man..." Liu Di was still pointing at the people in the bar to show Zhang Qian that Zhang Qian, who was full of thoughts, glanced casually at the person he was pointing at but couldn't take his eyes back. "Have you seen that woman? How could the man in his early twenties be a normal couple with that man in his forties—and not a young lady because they know each other well..." Liu Di was still chattering and analyzing.

"Second uncle..." Zhang Qian never expected to see this cousin here. He's always been honest and cautious, and he's not the kind of person who should be there.

The two seats are not far apart. Once Zhang Qian concentrates her attention, she can still hear the conversation intermittently despite the noisy environment in the bar.

Man: "Give me a little more time and I will divorce her as soon as possible."

Woman: "Hmph, it has nothing to do with me whether you are divorced or not. I ask it is your inheritance!"

Man: "Anyway, my grandfather has passed away and the inheritance will belong to both of us when I get divorced."

Woman: "I've said the inheritance 800 times and I haven't seen a dime. I'll make it clear to you that if you don't see the money, don't divorce your wife as soon as possible. I don't have time to spend with you. poor days."

Man: "You can rest assured that I will urge them to sell the book as soon as possible!"

……

"He's my second uncle... He has always been a good husband and a good father..." Zhang Qian was immersed in shock.

"If a man has money, he becomes bad." Liu Di was not surprised.

Zhang Qian really can't understand what's so good about this woman who makes it clear that it's for money? Why did the second uncle suddenly have so many changes?

"Some people don't usually see it. Once they have money, they won't look like they've changed." Liu Di opened another bottle of wine to drink.

"Liu Di..." Zhang Qianmi stared at him, "You brought me here on purpose to let me see the second uncle, right?"

"How do I know he is your second uncle?" Liu Di said, putting the wine in his mouth.

"You don't know anything about our Zhang family!"

"That's true." Liu Di smiled maliciously, "But I don't know your measurements."

Zhang Qian blushed suddenly, stood up and asked loudly, "What do you want to do? What does our Zhang family have to do with you? What's the festival with your second uncle? !”

Liu Di asked calmly, "How can I make wind if he doesn't make fire?"

Zhang Qian stared at him vigilantly: "What is your purpose?"

"I just want to tell you that if he doesn't sell books, he can go back to his business and sell books and his family will be separated."

"So what?" Zhang Qian raised her voice.

"Not so much." Liu Di said lightly, "What does your Zhang family have to do with me?"

Zhang Qian took a breath and calmly sat down and said, "I know you really don't want those books to be sold, but those elders are calling the shots. It's no use telling me. I don't want those books being sold either. Yes!"

"Really not?"

"Of course I don't want my ancestral library to be sold as a commodity!"

"It's useful as long as you don't want them to be sold!" Liu Di smiled as if relieved. "Come and have a drink, I didn't come to quarrel with you."

Zhang Qian finally calmed down after drinking a drink and said to Liu, "I shouldn't be sorry for your temper."

"It doesn't matter what you want." Liu Di was in a good mood, holding up the wine bottle and grinning.

Only then did Zhang Qian notice that there were already three or four empty wine bottles on the table, and she couldn't help but shout, "You've drunk so much wine!"

"It's only four bottles." Liu Dingdi said without heartbreak.

Zhang Qian reached out and pushed the bottle he brought to her mouth: "Don't drink it. It's white wine. You'll get drunk."

"I underestimate my alcohol intake! Miss, I'll have two more bottles." Instead, Liu Di shouted to the waiter after drinking the bottle in his hand.

It was the woman who had just cried who brought the wine and was about to walk to Liu Guo's side, or one of the men who teased her just now stretched out her hand and suddenly touched her chest. The woman shook her hand and a bottle fell on their table, knocking over several glasses. "Miss, your service is not very good." A few men started to touch her now with Yintou. The woman dared to shout loudly and had to resist and apologize to them.

"You don't need to apologize, just kiss one." One of the most drunk men pounced on him.

"It's boring to do this again." Liu Di threw the empty wine bottle on the table.

"Will the people at the bar take care of it? Why isn't anyone stopping me?" Zhang Qian asked nervously, but Liu Di stood up and walked out.

"Hey you" Liu Di hooked his finger to the man, "I knocked over my wine." Without waiting for the man to say anything, Liu Di hit him with his knees and punched him in the face. Lying on the ground.

"Ah..." The waitress threw down the drink and ran away.

"You're only calling now?" Liu Di shrugged at her background, "You don't yell at them and don't yell at handsome guys like me!"

Of course, the other men refused to give up and surrounded Liu Di. Liu Di threw a punch from the left and kicked his right foot three or five times before knocking down three of them. The remaining one fiercely watched Liu Di show a dagger. come. Pushing towards him step by step, Liu Di pretended to raise his hands and stood there waiting for him to come over.

"Touch!"

The man who wanted to hold a dagger fell to the ground and appeared behind Zhang Qianlai, who was holding a wine bottle in both hands.

Liu Di's eyes widened and he looked at the man on the ground and then at the bottle in Zhang Qian's hand, pushed away his hand and smiled helplessly. The eyes of the whole bar were focused on Zhang Qian and the bottle in her hand. Liu Di grabbed her hand and pushed down a bar security guard who came over and ran out.

Liu Di pulled Zhang Qian out of the bar "haha", laughing while running and laughing, and finally out of breath, he simply stopped and leaned down with a smile, leaning on the lamppost on the side of the road. Zhang Qian had never done such a crazy thing before. She was still in shock and couldn't help but look back for fear that someone would chase her, but when she saw Liu Di leaning back and forth, she was also infected by him and burst into laughter.

"Didn't I say that people are prettier than books? How about watching it tonight?" Liu Di finally stopped smiling and asked Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian threw down the bottle she had been carrying and asked, "Can you tell me what happened tonight?"

"Haha..." Liu Di began to laugh again, "If you come out with me every day, it's always so exciting."

"You live like this every day?"

“My principle is that if you want to laugh, you can laugh enough, if you want to play, you can play enough, you can drink enough, you can beat people, and you can play enough. How do you think I’m cool and cool!”

"It's a good day for you..." Zhang Qian was not praising him.

"Only I can live." Liu Di immediately took her words as a compliment, "I only live my own life, no one should make me feel uncomfortable, I only pick up the happy side of life and live it and throw away the rest. Is it very personal to others?"

Zhang Qian smiled slightly but did not agree with him, but said: "I remember reading a poem that said a few lines in it:

Alive

The so-called alive now

I dare to cry

I dare to laugh

I dare to be angry

is free

...I thought no one could really live like this but now it looks like these few lines were written for you. Think that others can disapprove of your way of life, but no one can not but envy your way of life, right? "

"Haha" Liu Di laughed and walked away with his hands behind his back to look at Zhang Qiannian: "

Alive

The so-called alive now

That's thirst

It's the dazzling sun shining down from the branches

It's a melody I suddenly remembered

It's a sneeze

It's with you...ha! He suddenly stopped reciting and was walking. (Liu Di and Zhang Qian recited the same poem and the text is "Hand in hand with you") He suddenly felt that he had leaked his thoughts and stopped reciting it, turned around and walked forward.

Zhang Qian pretended not to notice and said, "Didn't you say that you don't read books?"

"Should I take you home? It's late." Liu Di diverted the topic and urged with a smile on his face, "Let's go, go, don't stay out too late, girls' house!"

"...This sentence doesn't quite match your attitude towards life, doesn't it?"

"My attitude towards life is only for myself!"

"...Be stricter than others and be lenient with yourself is your attitude towards life."

"Friends! Give me a hug!"

……

Looking at the sky, Zhang Qian reluctantly put down the book in her hand, looked around and sighed, "This time it seems that I have really found a buyer. Listen to my father and they said that they have even negotiated the price-Yue Zhong was still there in the morning. Gu Mu: Why, I'm afraid I won't have the opportunity to read books here after this businessman's accident."

Liu Di was still packing up and said, "Then there is such an evening expecting someone to have an accident! What kind of mentality is this? How can you be the same as me! It's abominable! But I like him so much for the next introduction!"

Zhang Qian is angry.

Liu Di put on a pleasing look and said, "If you like it, will this library be for you?"

"You have the final say." Zhang Qian gave him a blank look.

"I'll have the final say."

Zhang Qian casually flipped through the book and said, "To be honest, I don't really understand the behavior of 'collecting books'. It's just good to keep the books you like and treasure them, but the books you never read are like priceless treasures. It's hard for me to build a building to preserve it. A book is a book that should be read. The value of a book lies in its content, not in its own history. What version is it worth, right?"

"The hard work of several generations has its own value, not how much it is worth."

"I honestly don't understand what's the point of my great-grandfather having so many books locked up in the building? Wouldn't they be happy if no one came to read them? I think I'll be forever No longer a bibliophile - I'd rather be a bibliophile!"

"Then what about this floor book?" Liu Di was a little anxious.

"It's not your turn!"

"What if I give them to you?" Liu Di asked eagerly.

"I don't want it - this is not a book on the first floor, this is trouble on the first floor~~~~~~"

Liu Di asked earnestly with a nervous look: "I want to ask you, if you really hand over the library to you, what would you do with it?"

"For you." Zhang Qian smiled playfully. She knew that Liu Di had been trying to get herself to fight for the ownership of the library so that the library could be preserved, but she has never been able to do that. Willing to be locked in this building for life. Of course, it is good that the building can be preserved, but if she wants to take care of it herself, Zhang Qian can't do it. She turned her head and said, "You are the most suitable person to be the owner of this place, or donate it to the library. I know you don't want these books to be lost. Unfortunately, I'm not the kind of person who can spend a lifetime to collect books - I don't think that's the case. Worth sorry."

Liu Di took a deep breath and leaned against the wall with a self-deprecating smile.

Zhang Qian didn't expect him to be so depressed. She didn't know how to persuade him to talk to him again, but Liu Di didn't answer her and had to leave silently.

"Alas..." When she walked away, Liu Di let out a long sigh, "I can no longer..."

He patted the wall and said to himself: "What can I do? I really can't eat his descendants! It's over... Liu Di ah Liu Di met human beings, and you finally have something to do. It can't be done..." Although there was no personal commitment, Liu Di promised Zhang Tingjian in his heart: take good care of this building for him. But now it seems that his promise is really unfulfilled. He has never been stumped by anything in the past seven hundred years. Even in the face of life and death, he just smiled, but this time he has exhausted his mind, but the result is still unsatisfactory.

"Human..." Liu Di laughed "giggling" and felt that he had never been so depressed before. If the human being dissatisfied him, he would just take a bite and eat it, but those people were not Japanese soldiers or young Red Guards. The descendant of his benefactor is Zhang Qian...

"It seems that there is only a last resort." Liu Di stretched out his hand and hugged the pillar. "We have been together for many years and now we are going to say goodbye!" He put his face on the pillar for a long time and did not lift it up...

"Will!" After listening to the lawyer who came to visit, there was a sound of chairs and tables in the living room, and all the people gathered around the lawyer and asked in surprise.

The lawyer looked puzzled as these people took out a document from a large, tightly sealed envelope and cleared his throat, saying, "This is not a will but a certificate of assignment. A certificate signed by Mr. before his death to transfer all his books to the municipal library."

"Ping Pong Pong"

After the lawyer said these words, at least two people sat on the ground, and more people stared at the lawyer and snatched the will with his nearest Zhang Weidong. He glanced at it hastily and then stared blankly at the ground. Zhang Aiguo, who was beside him, hurriedly took the will from his hand. Such a person who passed down a Zhang family spent more than half an hour reading the will and finally passed it to Zhang Qian. Zhang Qian used the fastest speed to read the will, with an indescribable smile, and glanced at her relatives lightly.

The Zhang family looked at each other in dismay. None of them knew that Zhang Sixian had signed this will before his death. It should not be said that this is not a will but that Zhang Sixian had donated all his books before his death. He just made three requests to the library on the basis of unpaid donations:

1. This contract will only take effect if no one of Zhang's descendants is willing to keep and manage the library;

Second, the library has the right to borrow and collect the books but has no right to sell them;

3. The library can sell the books with the consent of all the descendants of Zhang's family, but the proceeds from the sale cannot be owned by the library or the descendants of Zhang's family, and must be given to charities in full for education in poverty-stricken areas.

This contract with complete procedures and strict conditions, from the beginning to the end, until the final signature written by the old man with a shaking pen and the solemnly pressed fingerprints, made Zhang Qian feel that his great-grandfather had foreseen everything in the family disputes. Covetousness and even the possible conflicts of interest in the future are all in his calculations.

"Why! The book collection belongs to the entire Zhang family. How can he give it to outsiders with just one piece of paper!" Zhang Weiguo was the first to call out. There are people who think like him and several others who come to Zhang Qian aggressively together.

"What are you doing!" Zhang Yuezhong jumped in front of Zhang Qian - he was worthy of being the only "gene mutation" of the scholarly family. He was tall and showed off his muscles acquired from sports and stood there to bluff. Those uncles and cousins ​​who were still in the past dared not go any further. Zhang Qian walked out and returned the will to the lawyer in two steps. The lawyer's eyes met Zhang Qian's, showing her an expression of understanding.

"We do not recognize this document!"

"Sue us!"

"Give it to me!"

Everyone turned to the lawyer again.

"If you have any objections, you can resolve them through legal channels, but here is a document for you to read." The lawyer calmly took out another document and said, "This document is Mr. Zhang Sixian. Procedures and keys for the items kept in the bank safe during his lifetime. The items kept are a pair of vases from the Song Dynasty—the value is about 7 million yuan now." He held up the document to show everyone the original contract for the transfer of books. After hearing the offer, some people who were frustrated and some were angry all quieted down and focused on his hand. The lawyer paused for everyone to see clearly and then said sternly, "Mr. Zhang Sixian left his last words. To everyone: Zhang's descendants can sell antiques, houses, land, children, and women, but they must not sell books! Although the value of the vase plus the value of the land is not enough to realize all your wishes, it is also worth the dollar and the book collection. The value is worth it, I hope you can do it yourself." He said this word by word and glanced at everyone present. There was something in his eyes that made everyone dare not look directly at him.

Zhang Qian's tears dripped from her eyes.

The last arrangement of the great-grandfather is not only to prevent the children and grandchildren from continuing to stare at the collection of books, but also an arrangement made from the perspective of the children and grandchildren. With seven million yuan, there are many ways to make The library continues to exist but then the descendants will have nothing. The great-grandfather's decision made the best arrangement for both the collectors and the Zhang family, who have always regarded him as a relative who loves collecting books more than his children, can you understand anything now?

Everyone focused on the lawyer and listened to him explaining the document, but the lawyer's eyes passed through everyone and looked at Zhang Qian at the back until he handed over everything to the Zhang family and still looked at Zhang Qian and said : "I've done everything I can for you, and I'm leaving." Wei Wei nodded and turned to leave.

"I was crying when he saw her." Zhang Qian wiped away her tears, but none of her relatives felt her excitement. There is a lively discussion, but the content has changed from a collection of books to antiques. Seeing that everyone didn't pay attention, Zhang Qian walked out quietly. She walked to the library and thought to herself, would Liu Di be happy or angry if he heard the news? I don't know if he's here today?

When she came to the sidewalk habitually, she stopped in surprise "How could this be?" The narrow but tiled sidewalk she used to walk around in her memory was gone and replaced. There are two concrete pillars on the ground and weeds that are knee-high. "How did it become like this? Yesterday..."

"What are you doing here, Xiaoqian?" Zhang Yuezhong followed her out to meet her and asked.

Zhang Qian asked blankly, "When did so much grass grow here?"

"There's always so much grass here. Yesterday I was here to catch grasshoppers and feed the birds."

"Impossible! I was here yesterday!" Zhang Qian rushed in and jumped over the two concrete pillars to fumble with her hands on the wall but couldn't find the secret door "It's clearly here! I don't remember wrongly. Yes!"

Zhang Yuezhong asked in confusion: "What are you looking for?"

"The secret door."

"The secret door? The one in the movie?" Zhang Yuezhong touched his head and asked, "How can I find it here?"

Zhang Qian panicked and ran to the front door, patting the door hard and shouting, "Liu Di! Liu Di! Are you here?"

Zhang Yuezhong followed her worriedly and nervously and asked, "What are you doing, Xiaoqian? Who is Liu Di? How come there are people here?"

"Liu Di! Liu Di..." Zhang Qian shouted more than a dozen times, but there was still no sound at all. She looked back at Zhang Yuezhong and said with a face full of surprise, "But I have been seeing him in the past few days. It's in here!"

"How could it be so locked up here."

"He went in through the secret door and I also walked through that secret door!" Zhang Qian ran back to the sidewalk to look for the secret door, but the wall stood there solidly and even the extra gaps could not be found.

"Don't have a secret door. Could it be that a secret door is built for people to steal books! Xiaoqian, don't scare me! Isn't it burning?" Zhang Yuezhong was extremely worried.

Zhang Qian lost her soul and said: "Obviously there is, Liu Di will come in from here to clean and organize..."

"Liu Di..." Zhang Yuezhong read the unfamiliar name, "Even if there is a secret door to let him in this building, he probably won't be able to enter our yard. The door faces the house, not to mention that there are security guards in the yard. ."

Zhang Qian's eyes widened in amazement. She never thought about how Liu got into this yard.

"Xiaoqian, come and have a look" Zhang Yuezhong leaned on the window and looked into the building, "This place has not been cleaned at all!" Zhang Qian went upstairs and saw dust everywhere. Books were also very messy and in her memory Spotless is totally different.

"Why..." Zhang Qian weakly supported the window sill, "Could it be my hallucination? No, I've actually seen him! By the way, didn't you open the door for me when I came back late last night? I just went out with Liu Di! He was standing on the side of the road when he sent me back, didn't you see him?"

"The night before..." Zhang Yuezhong stared at her with wide eyes and said incredulously, "That day you went to bed early and told you to play cards and you didn't even get up... You didn't go anywhere."

Zhang Qian clenched her fists and asked as if her body was shaking and begging: 'Then what have I been through these days? Who is with me? "

Zhang Yuezhong was convinced that Zhang Qian wouldn't lie and could not help but feel a chill as he looked at the gloomy library: "Isn't it...that...is that?" The two brothers and sisters looked at each other in panic and finally held hands escaped this place.

The house and land were sold after the library's valuable collection was transported away. The small building that had experienced many years of wind and rain also began to be demolished. There is also a lot of money to sell real estate and antiques, although not all of everyone's wishes can be realized, but at least a large part can be realized. The Zhang family's dispute ended like this, and everyone resumed the kind of happy relatives.

A dozen days have passed since all of this.

Zhang Qian sat in the coffee shop holding her cheeks and looked out the window. She couldn't figure out what happened to her in those days. . It's just that the guy's so-called present does not know how much is true and how much is the result of his own imagination.

"Xiao Qian!" Zhang Yuezhong shouted in a loud voice as soon as he entered the door. Zhang Qian frowned and made a splash gesture at him with a cup. "I'll explain to you! Daxian!" Zhang Yuezhong was still bluffing Zhang Qian and had to make a "soft" gesture to him.

Zhang Yuezhong lowered his voice and put his hand to his mouth, lying beside Zhang Qian's ear, and said word by word: "The bones have been dug up from the library building!"

Zhang Qian released the cup and threw the cup on the table "What bones? Could it be... Liu Di..."

"Not a Japanese soldier."

"Japanese... soldiers?"

"The corpse was turned into bones early, but judging from the firearms that were placed together, it should be that there were more than a dozen of the Japanese invaders who invaded China at the time right below the building."

"But the building has been built for many years, how can there be bones from the Anti-Japanese War buried under it?"

"It's just weird here. And do you know how they died?"

"What?"

"Some of the neck bones were smashed, some of the sternum shattered into pieces, some of the skulls were broken into seven or eight pieces—all made by external force."

"External force?"

Zhang Yuezhong stretched his arms in a martial arts pose.

"No way... with your hands..."

"Do you remember the time when the Japanese army occupied this place and the great-great-grandfather left alone to guard the library? I'm afraid that the time of the killings also coincided with the incident when the great-grandfather used a cane to beat the Red Guards away during the Cultural Revolution... Our ancestors were all secret masters! Oh, Zhang Yuezhong, Zhang Yuezhong, if you were born 20 years earlier, wouldn't you be able to practice martial arts with your great-grandfather and spread the Zhang family's martial arts? Martial arts have been lost. Zhang's descendants should really cry in unison..."

"...You have read more martial arts novels..." Zhang Qian cast her eyes out the window and chuckled, ignoring Zhang Yuezhong's rambles. The library is indeed full of mystery, but she has made up her mind not to go there again. thought. "Go to the library later and look at those books. It's nearby anyway," she thought after taking a sip of coffee.

I heard that it was the Zhang family who wanted to see the people in the library. The curator was very enthusiastic, and the curator spoke with her in person and instructed: "Tell Liu Di to take Miss Zhang to see it."

"Liu Di!" Zhang Qian almost tremblingly turned her eyes to the door.

A middle-aged man in his early thirties walked in and didn't even look at Zhang Qian and asked, "The curator, did you call me?"

"Liu Di, take this young lady to the No. 11 library to see that she is from Zhang's family~IndoMTL.com~ The curator instructed Liu Di to introduce Zhang Qian, "Liu Di has been with us for more than ten years. It's more appropriate for him to take care of those books seriously, and you can rest assured. "

"Miss Zhang" and "Liu Di" reached out and shook Zhang Qian, "This way, please."

The books have been reclassified and numbered into a special library. Some of the rare books have also been placed in sealed cabinets with constant temperature and humidity. The treatment is much better than when they were in that building. "Liu Di" said that this library was built by an overseas Chinese donated to build the most modern library, in order to express the importance of Zhang's collection, and it was specially used to store these books.

"Can I borrow it?"

"You can see it here, but you can't take it out." "Liu Di" pointed at the rules on the wall with a blank expression and said, "The books borrowed from the library are in the library No. 1-9."

Zhang Qian smiled. She stood outside the door and looked for a while before leaving without going in. Standing on the steps of the library, the wind blew her face, and she looked back at the incident. She didn't plan to think about it anymore, and she had an expectation: Liu Di would keep these books no matter what...