Time is always fleeting. Especially for the busy Yao Fei. This overload of daily and nightly labor made him a little tired. In the end, I gradually got used to it.

Today as usual. Yao Fei just wanted to get up and make breakfast. Then go for delivery. The old man stood at the door very unusually. From him waved his hand.

"Yes."

"From today. You don't have to do that anymore."

"Ah" Yao Fei didn't know whether he wanted to cry or laugh. I was let go by the old man. Happiness came too suddenly. So much so that Yao Fei didn't react.

But subconsciously. And he didn't think it was that simple. The old man probably wouldn't let himself go like that.

Sure enough. Just said this. The old man's face showed a meaningful smile again.

This smile. In Yao Fei's eyes. Undoubtedly a warning, a threat. He couldn't help but shudder.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Cook first. I'll talk about it after eating."

I resented the old man countless times in my heart. Breakfast is finally ok. After the two of them were full of wine and food. The old man led Yao Fei deep into the woods.

"This" Yao Fei was stunned by the scene in front of him. He's been here for half a year. I didn't find such a fairyland on earth.

Dense trees cover the sky. But not quite. It's almost noon. Dazzling sunlight shines through the gaps between the trees. Mottled and sprinkled on the ground. Like a splashed ink landscape painting. Shine on people. Warm. Induces drowsiness.

At the foot is a plant that Yao Fei can't name. Snow white all over. But the front end is a bewitching purple. A little bit. Hit the spot. Somewhat seductive. But it came to an abrupt end.

"That's what you're going to do next."

"Yes."

"Read a book."

"Read a book."

"That's right." The old man said. Pushing the car out from behind him like a trick. It was piled up with books. There are thousands of them.

"Don't be surprised. It's just reading a book. But certainly not so much."

"That"

"Listen up. I'll just say it once. There are 1,150 books on it. You have three periods of noon every day. All have to pick a book and come to me. Sue me for what you see. What learned. If I feel that you picked the right book. Then you can eat; If it's wrong. Then you will be hungry; If you're too unlucky. I picked up three books that I didn't find useful. Then you're going to be hungry all day. Understood."

Although Yao Fei was a little confused. What kind of test is this? But he must have listened to the old man's words. The old man is God, he is whatever he says, he is not happy, he doesn't repair his meridians anymore, and the hardships he has endured in the past few months have not been in vain.

The old man seemed to have seen through Yao Fei's thoughts. Another signature meaningful smile: "That's right. I'm going to tell you a piece of news. For you. It should be good news."

"Yes."

"If you choose a book for a week in a row, I'm satisfied. Then I will."

"What will it be" Yao Fei's breathing was a little short. Subconsciously he thought it should be the one.

"I'll help you recover your meridians."

"Thank you. Thank you." Yao Fei's heart was relieved. After so many days of hard work, I finally have hope." Don't be too happy. If there is a time in the middle I am not satisfied with the book you picked. Then you have to re-demerit. Got it?"

"Yes. I understand. I'll try."

"Good. Now that you heard clearly. Let's get started now. I've got you covered. You pick. Come find me before noon. Let me see the book you picked."

"Yes. I see."

After the old man is gone. Yao Fei breathed a long sigh of relief. After all, all these days of hard work have not been in vain. The old man finally promised to restore the meridians for you. Although there are strings attached. But this aroused Yao Fei's fighting spirit even more. Isn't it just reading a book. Pick a book. I will be able to succeed. Shenzhou is waiting for me to go back. ZHAO Yongkang, PENG Tuan. Wait for me to clean you up.

After successfully igniting the inner small universe. Yao Fei began to choose books with high morale. But it wasn't until the time he chose the book that he felt a headache. More than a thousand books. Just read the titles of the books. He's got enough headaches. Not to mention picking books from them. And it's someone else's favorite book. He forgot to ask the old man just now. What type he likes. This will allow you to narrow down the scope of your filter.

Now I can only guess.

Pick up a book. is the local book. It's printed with words that I can't read. It should be a certain number of years since I looked at the paper and packaging. Abandon. Yao Fei felt that he should start with the books he knew. This way, you can still know what kind of book you are. You can guess whether the old man likes to watch it or not.

Make up one's mind. Yao Fei began to select books with Chinese characters. Stop. A search like this. There are really many. That's more than half of it.

It seems that the old man is still very interested in Shenzhou culture.

That's easy. Yao Fei began to pick up one book at a time.

History, novels, essays, martial arts, Xianxia, philosophy and even comics. There are many types of books.

"Older people. What do you like in general?"

"I like health books."

In Yao Fei's consciousness. The body of the elderly is not as good as day by day. Compared to when I was younger. It's literally heaven and earth. At this time. They urgently need a health book to guide them. to tone the body.

"That's right. That's it." In a flurry of flipping. Yao Fei finally found a book that he was very satisfied with: The Encyclopedia of Traditional Chinese Medicine and Health Care for the Elderly.

"The old man will love this." Yao Fei said. I can't wait to put the book in my hand. I trotted to find the old man.

The old man is sitting in the yard basking in the sun. Yao Fei came running. He didn't even open his eyes: "So fast."

"Yes. I think you'll love this book." Yao Fei said. I'm going to hand the book to the old man.

I didn't expect the old man to be so motionless. There is no intention of receiving a book.

"Have you seen it?"

"Me."

"Yes. Have you read the book you picked out for me?"

"No, no."

"Then how do you know I must like it?"

"Me"

"Is it just by your feelings? Or your self-confidence, or your conceit."

"I" don't know why. Yao Fei felt that he had a thousand words to defend. But in the end, he remained silent.

"Go back and take a good look at the books you picked out for me. Then sue sù me. Why you should choose this book. I need to know the reason. And not a guess that you take for granted. and not your subconscious conceit."

The old man was word-by-word. Words are like sledgehammers. Hit Yao Fei's heart hard