Mr. Lin seemed to have known the news a long time ago, so he did not have any special reaction:

"It's not a bad thing for young people to go and see it. After all, the opening time is very fast. Apart from the praises and pastors who gathered together for this event, I think only the Night Watcher and Pure Land will pay attention to it. The Cliff Reaction Bureau only focuses on the matters in the present world."

Mr. Zhu was a little moved: "If I could draw the remains there as a painting, I would feel very satisfied. Moreover, the exchange meeting inside the paper painting is about to begin. I need to prepare an exhibit that is excellent enough to be exhibited."

Andaoyuan slowly finished the tea at his mouth: "It is also my honor to be able to go to the ruins with his husband to take a look at this time."

Xue was contracted by Miss Hyacinth and could not use the power of crossing the line. Moreover, the kitten was also good at beating people and eating, so she knew nothing about cursing curses and ancient culture.

Andaoyuan naturally hopes to find such a professional.

Mr. Ruolin did not just sit there and watch: "It just so happened that my bookstore was about to close at night. If you don't mind, you can look for some information. After all, I have drunk a lot of tea here. Regarding the ruins, such as the once glorious places, we are almost forgotten by the times, but at least some words can be recorded."

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It was the first time that Mr. Zhu heard Ruolin talk about his bookstore. After all, if it weren't for someone else's words, he wouldn't take the initiative to ask.

This is just as he said. No matter what their purpose or emotions they have, they are his guests, guests who ask for a cup of tea.

The sky gradually darkened, and the world outside the shore gradually became separated from the world, with countless hazy and illusory lights and shadows floating in the sky.

They are all the petals of dandelions in dreams. Whenever night falls, the wind of dandelions will float on this river bank that belongs to the monster, and then go far away and fall into the dream of a traveler.

Among the dancing flying catkins, a tall pine tree rose from the ground, stood towering from the sky, standing among the low willow trees, making it extremely prominent. The crown is wide and swaying, and the branches and leaves are intersecting, and it forms a world of its own. A small wooden house lies quietly on the top of the tall tree.

Hiding behind the deep green leaves, although simple and rough, mottled, they are as leisurely and warm as bird's nest. Not far away is a pond, with many lotus flowers blooming, some blooming charmingly, and some are about to bloom. The rolling or unwinding lotus leaves are quietly coming out of the water. The round water droplets roll on the green lotus leaves, slowly sliding down to the clear water surface, rippling small ripples. Therefore, the entire pond seems to have been magically used, and it is as beautiful as dreamy, as if even the wind has soothed a lot.

Andaoyuan lit up lights along the river bank, and saw many children with monsters running by the river, knowing that they were not human children.

But under these slightly warm yellow lamps, he felt a little relieved.

Around the tall pine trees, spiraling upward stairs were built with wooden steps one by one. The small house belongs to Mr. Ruolin's bookstore.

Mr. Zhu came here after a while. Behind him, he was carrying a scroll of paintings, and it seemed that he had entered the secret realm on the banks of Lake Omoto to copy the scenery there and prepare the painting paper.

He also heard from Mr. Zhu that paper painting is a loose organization, and most of it is composed of monks and monsters who love literature or painting, so the techniques of drawing paper and painting are naturally far from ordinary schools.

Andaoyuan opened the door of the wooden house. He thought it was like the roadside book stall he saw when he sat on an old bus. Many books were neatly piled up on the bookshelf on both sides, filled with the fragrance of books and knowledge.

But the moment he opened the door.

Andaoyuan seemed to have arrived in another world, which was the Tower of Babel composed of books. A volume of words that he could understand and words that he couldn't understand were neatly arranged on the bookshelf around the spiral rising tower. There were even many books spreading with magical wings, flying in this bookstore where the sky was invisible.

As a book lover, Andaoyuan had a desire for the first time. He had an uncontrollable longing for so many books he had never read, as if he had seen countless angels waving to him.

"Mr. Ruolin, what kind of existence are you? Are you a god?"

His words suppressed his longing. After all, Andaoyuan's dream is to open a coffee shop or bookstore and put his favorite books on the bookshelf.

Be able to quietly look at the stars in a clear night sky, depicting the story behind every constellation in the Milky Way.

Mr. Ruolin shook his head and smiled calmly: "God? I am not a god, I am just an old man with a lot of books. Creating myths is human nature. For those outstanding people, if there are any surprising or confusing events in their lives, people will thirstyly grasp them and make up various myths, and they believe them deeply, almost fanatical. But in fact, everyone is the ordinary and great protagonist in their own story, and that's all the gods.

Andaoyuan, I can feel your pure love for books, which is rare now, otherwise I would not be willing to lend you these books. I have heard of that little girl Hyacinth, but it is not as impressive as you have brought to me."

The pure white tower of the sky composed of books suddenly turned into a pure white wind, and then three books fell from the wind and floated into Ruolin's hands, all with green covers.

He handed the three books to Andaoyuan: "I will lend you these three books. If you finish reading them, just ask the old man to pay them back, but I hope you can really see through them."

Andaoyuan was thinking about how he should find a needle in this haystack in the vast sea of ​​arts, but he didn't expect that Mr. Ruolin had already prepared all this.

When he walked out of here, the huge and lush pine trees disappeared, and Mr. Zhu stood at the door of a bookstore, which looked like Mr. Ruolin's bookstore.

He bowed deeply, and Andaoyuan has always been modest about everything that he cannot understand but is real.
Chapter completed!