It's another morning.

The elves all went downstairs, even Richard, who was the most bedridden, Zhang Zi'an took Wang Qian and Li Kun downstairs to clean up, everything was in order, no different from a weekday morning.

π briefly took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, put them back on, and jumped from the swivel chair to the tabletop and from the table to the windowsill. Next to the laptop is a crumpled old newspaper, and a new ORD file opens on the screen, the cursor flashing at the end. The contents of the document are almost identical to the front-page headlines of old newspapers, except for a few typos and inexplicable numbers.

It rested its forehead against the window glass and stared blankly at the passers-by passing by the pet store. Most of them hurried by in silence, occasionally some of them walked in groups, talking as they went, and some were talking on the phone with their mobile phones, all speaking Chinese without exception.

Farther away, from this vantage point you can see an old neighborhood across the street.

Lu Yiyun lives in that community, and it has checked, and even knows which building, unit, and room she lives in, and also knows that her cat is called Jasmine, which was abandoned.

Yes, it knows Lu Yiyun.

There is everything in the book, about Lu Yiyun, whether others know it or not, there are records in the book, from her birth to her growth, from a good girl to a rebellious girl in the eyes of her parents, she didn't go to school well and ran to draw comics, from what illustrations she had drawn before, to now she quietly tried to serialize a new comic on Weibo, all of which are written in the book.

There is nothing special about her, and the same is true about Zhang Zi'an, which is also recorded in this book in great detail - how he went from an ordinary person step by step to the present, how he downloaded the game before the end of the time limit, how he was lucky to draw Xinghai, how he won Xinghai's trust, and even the process of him gathering Fina, Lao Cha, Richard, Snow Lion and Pegasus around him one after another, all of them are clearly written, and nothing is missing, even all his thoughts.

Not only her and him, but everyone who passed by downstairs, whether they were men, women, old or young, tall or thin, their identities and all their pasts were all written in an anonymous book, and as long as it took some time, they could be found.

Not only these living people, theoretically speaking, as long as π is willing, even the deeds of these people's parents, grandparents, and ancestors can be found in books, as long as it knows which person it is.

Not only human beings, but all living beings on the earth, as well as the ancestors of these creatures, and even the ancestors of their ancestors, the evolution of their lives, every mutation and inheritance of genes, are all written in this book.

Not only living things, but all organic and inorganic matter on earth, their creation and disappearance, are all in the book.

Everything that has happened, is happening, and not only happening in the universe, but also in the universe, is faithfully recorded in this book.

However, there is no end to life and no end to know, human life is limited, and no one can exhaust this knowledge, not even π. It could know the past of everyone who passed by downstairs, every good thing and every bad thing they had done, but it had no interest in knowing, these people were just passing by, and there was no need to waste time, just as it was not interested in knowing the past of a speck of dust that drifted in front of its eyes.

It knows how Xinghai spends the endless cycle of life and death in the black box, knows the heart-wrenching parting between Fina and Cleopatra VII, knows the heartiness of the old tea man who roars in the mountains and forests, knows the melancholy that Richard and the doctor see each other as well as nostalgia, and knows that Pegasus is creating a new history in the world of mental images...... No one told it about it, it could be found in books.

Because it's interested in them, it wants to know, that's why it's going to look it up.

Consulting unnamed books is an extremely difficult thing to do, even for π, so it only goes when it is necessary and interested.

For example, Zhang Zi'an once wrote an essay about his mother in elementary school, and π can find the English translation of every sentence of this essay, but it is impossible to know every Chinese character used in this essay - some things cannot be described in words, even if they are forcibly described, they cannot be understood.

Theoretically, the nameless book also records what is happening and what will happen in the future, but the words that record these are changing from moment to moment, and it is difficult to decipher, only the words that record history will be fixed, because the dust has settled, and the future is uncertain, just like it does not know that Zhang Zi'an has cleaned up and is walking up the stairs, about to greet it.

"π, what are you doing?"

Zhang Zi'an appeared at the door of the living room, and he knocked on the door before walking in, so that π could be mentally prepared.

"Squeak!"

π grinned at him and pointed out the window.

"Looking at the scenery?"

Zhang Zi'an also walked to the window and looked outside with it.

"That's good, sit for a while and then stand up and look outside, it's good for the eyes. He pointed to his eyes and said, "It's a pity that it's winter, and most of the leaves have fallen off, otherwise it would be better to see a little green." ”

"Squeak!"

π waved his hand happily, jumped from the windowsill to the tabletop, and from the table to the swivel chair, typing in the ORD document: It's okay, winter is coming, will spring be far away?

Zhang Zi'an frowned and thought for a while, "Who said this?"

π typed: Shelley.

Zhang Zi'an patted his head and suddenly realized, "Yes, yes, this person is an English poet, right?π you are really powerful, although the guy like Richard often cites scriptures, but the things it quotes always make people think crookedly." ”

"Squeak!"

π typed: Richard is funny.

"Okay...... By the way, π you're already very skilled at typing now!" Zhang Zi'an found that π typing Chinese was like a smooth flow, and he almost didn't need to look at the keyboard, he could type blindly.

"Squeak!"

π didn't type, but scratched his head embarrassedly.

Zhang Zi'an was about to continue to praise it, when the mobile phone rang suddenly, and the caller was an unfamiliar number.

He answered the phone, and the caller was a courier guy and asked if he was home.

Zhang Zi'an replied in the affirmative, and then hung up the phone.

"π, I bought you an interesting gift, so you don't have to sleep in a chair in the future. He smiled, "I'll be delivered in a minute." ”

"Squeak?"

π looked sideways at Zhang Zi'an's single bed, and then at Fina's princess bed and Xinghai's crib.

"No, it's not like that, these beds are probably not suitable for you, I bought you a hanging basket rattan chair, do you know the hanging basket rattan chair?" Zhang Zi'an asked.

"Squeak. ”

π shook his head. It can find out what the hanging basket rattan chair is from the book, but it doesn't know why, it doesn't want to look it up, and it wants to be surprised.

At this moment, a courier tricycle stopped at the door of the store, Zhang Zi'an greeted Wang Qian and Li Kun in advance, and they helped move the huge packing box completely upstairs, and then he sent it downstairs to do something else.

Zhang Zi'an opened the box and took out all the contents inside. The base is heavy, the hanging basket is large, and the bubble wrap needs to be removed with scissors for the safety of the wrap during transportation.

π watched curiously from the side.

The installation of the hanging basket rattan chair is very simple, as long as the base is fixed by a strong person, and then the hanging basket can be hung up.

Zhang Zi'an quickly completed the installation process, spread the cushion given by the merchant in the hanging basket, and then pulled the hanging basket hard, which was very strong, and smelled it closely, and there was no peculiar smell.

"See, what do you think?π you can sit on it and try it. He gestured.

"Squeak?"

π had never seen this thing, and looked at him worriedly.

"Sit on it, like a swing. Zhang Zi'an said.

π carefully walked over to the hanging basket and touched it with his hand. The hanging basket is made of real wooden strips and vines, sandwiched with simulated greenery and flowers, and the cushions are thick and soft.

It first put the nameless book on the cushion, and then jumped into the hanging basket itself, which swayed gently back and forth, as if lying on the clouds.

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

π danced excitedly and rolled a few times in the hanging basket to fully reveal the childlike side, and obviously liked the gift very much.

"π, where do you want to put it?" Zhang Zi'an asked, "the bedroom or the living room." ”

Hearing this, π did not hesitate to point to the side of the desk, which was close to the window and had better lighting.

"Okay, then you come down first, and I'll move you in. ”

Zhang Zi'an exerted all his strength, dragged the hanging basket rattan chair with a belt, and moved it to the window. Although it is easier to move there first and then install it, the surprise is a little worse.

"Squeak!"

π jumped into the basket, jumped from the basket to the table, jumped from the table to the swivel chair, jumped from the swivel chair to the ground and back into the basket, and had a great time.

"π, there's another gift. Zhang Zi'an said with a smile.

"Squeak?"

π stopped playing and looked at him expectantly.

Zhang Zi'an took out a tablet, opened the reading app, and the books downloaded in advance lay quietly inside.

"π, aren't you studying Chinese? These are the four great masterpieces of ancient China, I don't know if you like it or not. Sitting in a hanging basket rattan chair and reading a book is definitely a good treat. ”

He handed the tablet to π, which he held curiously in his hand.

Zhang Zi'an knows that there is no Chinese in the nameless book, so π must not have read the original four famous books, when he can't accompany it when he has something, let the book replace himself to dispel its loneliness.

"Squeak!"

π stared at the words on the screen in amazement and was immediately captivated by the magical story.