Nightfall Chapter 82: Old Book House

Chapter 82 Old

The third bell sounded when the police entered the dispersal, and the students walked out of their respective bookstores. Some long-lived students hurried to the kitchen hall so as not to miss the special meal on the first day of school, and some had to return to Chang'an City The students in rushed to the courtyard of the courtyard, so as not to miss the celebration banquet of the friends, friends and dogs in the city, and most of the students packed their books and walked deep into the academy along the quiet lanes next to the school.

I looked up at the sign and knew that the direction was the old one. Reminiscent of the ardent advice of the chief professor in the first big class this morning, Ning Que couldn't help but feel a certain curiosity and waved goodbye to Chu Youxian. He followed the crowd to the lane.

There is no regularity in the distribution of buildings in the academy. There are several sections on the east and several corridors on the west, scattered among the meadows at the foot of the mountain, but it gives people a completely natural feeling. The flat eaves cover the rain corridor. There are countless alleyways hidden in the space, quiet and quiet in all directions, if there is no sign, no one knows where the front will lead.

On the surface, Ning Que laughed and laughed ordinary, but in his bones he was not willing to follow the crowd. He deliberately separated from the flow of people after a few steps. He walked quietly in the lane, and the noon spring sun was over his head and beside the lane. His flat eaves reflected a neat black mark, just pressing his right shoulder, feeling a bit heavy.

Just walked in such a quiet way. I didn’t know how long I walked and finally walked out of the alleyway. Suddenly, my eyes were bright and open, and there was a very fresh scenery. Ning Que lifted the wind-blown headscarf to the back of his neck and looked at this. Looking at the lush green bamboos of a large wetland forest, I realized that there is such a beautiful scenery in the depths of the college.

There are endless reeds growing in Mizusawa. At this time, the autumn wind did not kill the autumn wind to dye it yellow and white. The straight waist was green and tender in the spring breeze. It looked like a dense corn stalk field. Passing through the forests of Zepan, and being filtered by these moist green rods, it became cool and pleasant again.

Ning Que walked along the stone path next to the wetland, looking at the fish in the shadow of the water, listening to the calls of unknown insects in the forest beside him, and the string in his heart that had broken tight for more than ten years, seemed to be Moisturized, being gently rubbed by the shade of the tree, it gradually loosened and soft, and occasionally a classmate passed by and nodded politely, but did not speed up.

The stone slab under my feet has not been polished, and the pits on it are just enough to prevent slippage. It is spread out from the laneway of the bookstore, goes around the wetland, and then stretches into the forest. About thousands of stones are densely packed into a flat. Road, forming an extremely long stone path, at the end it reaches in front of a three-story old wooden building in the green forest at the foot of the mountain.

The appearance of this three-story wooden building is ordinary. There is no glamour and heavy makeup, and no cornices. It just stands upright on the mountain, but the varnished wood should not be ordinary. Look The traces left by wind and rain over the years, I don’t know how many years I have stood still in the depths of this academy, but there is no detail showing signs of decline.

Ning Que looked up at the horizontal plaque above the wooden building with the old three characters written on it, and couldn't help wondering whether the teachers in this college would be too lazy, because one Tibetan is too old. Called the old?

"I know you are very curious about why this building is called the old. In fact, the reason is very simple, because this building is responsible for the collection of books for the academy, and books are only used to record our thoughts and thoughts. , Once you jump out of your mind and write it down on paper, it is no longer fresh, it is just an old thing, so any book is an old book."

There are already many people downstairs. In front of the closed wooden door, a middle-aged college teacher is smiling and explaining to the students the origin of the old name.

"You are now a member of the academy, so remember that in our academy, there has never been a saying that you should cherish the words and paper, and there is no rule of tribute to the case. Books are books. They are just tools. It is not sacred, only our thoughts are fresh. In order to let you remember this, this building is called old."

The students nodded their heads to be taught, but they didn't necessarily understand the meaning hidden in these two simple words. Ning Que understood a little bit, but didn't know whether his understanding was completely correct.

"Tell everyone about the old rules." The middle-aged teacher who was in charge of managing the old middle-aged teacher smiled and continued: "There are two teaching staff and four managers here. Our task is to serve all teachers and students, so there is no day and night. Hugh, you can come and read at any time, but there are three things you should remember."

"First of all, I used to have the richest collection of books in the world, because in addition to an organization of one hundred people who is responsible for searching for nationality in various countries, your senior brothers in the past are also spending a lot of money on books. They are very hard and they spend a lot of time. It’s big, so please wash your hands clean when you read the book. Please don’t spray your saliva on the book when you discuss it. Don’t care too much, but don’t use them as the straw paper in your latrine."

"Secondly, we can't find more books, so when you want to read a book but find that you can't find it, please first question yourself whether the book you want to read is worth reading— —If it’s a meat futon, is it the most subtle Kawamoto? If it’s the Dongzheng story novel, is it the most representative river? If not, then don’t ask us again, because it means we judge you Those books to read are meaningless."

"The last and most important point is that it is strictly forbidden to bring any books away, and copying is forbidden. Don’t look at me with this kind of eyes, don’t try to indoctrinate me like free sharing, the rules in the academy It is the rules. Professor Cao Zhifeng of Class C in the morning must have taught you with his fists. The rationality of these rules cannot be questioned. As for the good intentions and deep meaning behind the rules, you can experience unconditionally and feel inexplicable, but don't expect I will explain to you."

Standing under the old horizontal plaque, the teacher smiled and looked at the various creatures with different expressions. The smile looked extremely hateful, like a profiteer who lends money to usury, and like a miser who shows his gold to seduce the poor, said slowly: " Don’t try to challenge the last rule. Even if you are the best book thief in the world and want to use your skills in the past, you can only have one end in the end, and that is death... the tragic death."

The students were in an uproar. Standing outside the crowd, Ning Que shook his head again and again, thinking that even if the building has the richest collection of books in the world, you are not allowed to copy or lend, so how can you remember? He had other doubts about the book collection in the building, but he thought that others should have the same doubts as himself, so he waited impatiently.

Sure enough, a student stretched out his arms and asked in a loud voice: "Sir, do you think there are any books in the old house?"

Mr. Teacher's eyes shifted slightly, and he found the student who dared to raise questions in the crowd, frowned slightly, and said with extreme dislike: "Do you have doubts about my statement?"

"Students dare not." The student's body trembled slightly frightened by the teacher's gaze, and said: "The student is just...the student is just curious, is there...that, books on spiritual practice in the building?"

Mr. Jiaoxi's face turned slightly, he raised his jaw and smiled, confident and proud to the point of a certain kind of contempt: "In the eyes of the world, those so-called mysterious doors are probably extremely rare, but for me What's the difficulty in the academy? If you want to read the legendary seven books of the heavenly book, the Lanke Buddhist scriptures, there is indeed no one in the building, but other than that, I really don’t know any practice books you can think of but can’t find Arrived!"

Listening to these words, Ning Que, who was standing outside the crowd, slowly clenched his fists in his sleeves. Although there was no change in his expression, his heartbeat speeded up for no apparent reason. He raised his head subconsciously and stared. In front of the ordinary three-story wooden building, the scorching eyes seemed to set the wooden building alight.

Entering the world of spiritual practice is his childhood dream. Although he was hit repeatedly and even yesterday, the dream is beautiful because it is difficult to realize, but it attracts you to try and work hard. And from time to time, let Hope show her little tail to tempt you, and groan softly: Come chase me, catch me!

He had long since broken his hope of entering the world of spiritual practice, and suddenly found himself able to enter and exit a wooden building full of spiritual books at will. For a young man who was in the frontier at all costs, he ran a few markets before he bought one. As far as the young people of the induction chapter are concerned, what a sudden happiness is that it is difficult to fill the lotus!

"Remind everyone, don’t look too fierce and greedy, or you really burn the old ones, and the dean will cut us all into peach blossoms and drink them with wine."

The teacher downstairs looked at Ning Que outside the crowd with a smile, and then he narrowed his face to smile, looked at the students seriously, and said: "I must warn you that the mysterious books you are curious about cannot be remembered. I can only understand it. As for the truth, I still can’t explain it. After all, human resources are sometimes poor. If you don’t have the potential to practice, but you have to force yourself into astronomy to drag, it will give people a sense of oppression caused by the vicissitudes of time. He was silent for a while, tidyed up his clothes, calmed down, stepped over the threshold and walked in.

The inside of the building is much larger than it looks from the outside. There are so many simple bookshelves neatly arranged in a wide space. The bookshelves are arranged according to six subjects and ages, and all the books you can think of are displayed on them. Not snuggling in one place, just like countless sages and celebrities for countless years, looking at you side by side mischievously.

When the students entered the building, they quickly dispersed, looking for books that they were interested in. Ning Que walked among the bookshelves by himself, taking out a book from time to time to read, and then found that there was a book case near the window. There are pens, inks, papers and inkstones on it. I can’t help but wonder if I can’t transcribe, why should I prepare these things?

I found a copy of Wang Xinglong’s regular stickers in the Nanjin Book Area. Ning Que took it out while studying while walking around. Gradually, his side became quieter and quieter. He looked up and saw a clean staircase appear in front of him. .

The stairs are used to go upstairs. Now he is on the first floor, so above the stairs is the second floor.