In the stack where the old books were stored, Lin Yi neatly placed all the tattered thread-bound books he had collected in front of him, there were too many, dense, and he sat cross-legged in the middle of this large pile of old books, in the vast old books, he was as small as a grain of sand. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Those broken old books leisurely exuded a mildew smell, Lin Yi didn't like this smell very much, but in this breath, there was the unique bookish smell of thread-bound books.

Since ancient times, the fragrance of books is a special charm, the home of books, the door of books---

But who knows, the fragrance of books is actually the breath of the spirit and aura of the old books bound by the thread.

People have body fragrance, and books have book fragrance.

The fragrance of books is overflowing, and the aura is pervasive.

Lin Yi closed his eyes and felt the scent of books that gradually diffused from the old books, and the aura contained in his body also began to be stimulated, turning into two small snakes, floating out of his nose and intersecting with those diffuse scents of books.

Like when he was restoring ancient books before, Lin Yi was oozing sweat on his forehead, and under the influence of aura, the scenes and pictures began to change in his mind---

The world is turned upside down;

The red flag is waving in the wind!

"Destroy the four olds! Down with feudalism! ”

"Eradicate the great poisonous weeds! Down with the Kong family! ”

"Burn old ideas! Long live the People's Revolution! ”

……

The Red Guards marched into every house in a majestic procession, ignoring the opposition and resistance of the owners of the house, and began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets, searching for those thread-bound books involving feudal superstition, feudal worship, the Four Books and the Five Classics!

A stack of books came out from under the bed.

A pile of books came out of the cabinet.

A box of books was pulled out of the cupboard.

The angry red soldiers trampled and tore apart these things that represented feudal ideas and feudal tumors, and the rest were loaded onto big trucks.

When the big trucks were full, they were replaced by ox carts, and when the ox carts were full, they pulled these wire-bound books to the garbage dump and to the pulp mill---

They were torn, crushed, beaten into pulp!

The Ming version of the ancient book worth thousands of gold has become paste!

The rare book of Song and Yuan, worth 10,000 taels, has become a piece of paper!

The sky was cloudy and drifting with heavy rain.

These treasures, which condensed the ancient carvers and artists, were all shaking and crying in the heavy rain!

……

The era of wire-bound books is over.

The thread-bound books that had escaped were piled up in the basement of the school like pitiful worms.

Stuffy, humid, rat-eaten, moth-eater---

They are no longer noble, no longer noble, no longer placed on the majestic and elegant bookcases and shelves, but can only be piled up in a heap, becoming rotten and moldy, like a white and plump lady who becomes a pale and skinny patient.

Until one day, the door to the basement was opened----

He's coming!

……

The aura lingered around the thousands of thread-bound books, intertwining with the vast scent of books that diffused into a layer of white mist, which was like a panacea for resurrection, healing these broken bodies.

Whoa!

No wind automatic.

The pages of the book are turned, and they are like seeds withered under the earth, re-rooted and sprouting, calling for their own spring.

……

Layers of sweat beads had oozed out of Lin Yi's forehead, and before these crystal clear beads of sweat had slipped off, they were absorbed into a mist by the diffuse aura and volatilized.

He was sweating profusely, and his breathing became more and more rapid and muddy. Above his head, it was as if the roof had been lifted and he saw the starry sky and the vast universe---

……

I don't know how long time has passed.

Lin Yi felt that it was only a few minutes, a few seconds.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw neatly arranged thread-bound books, all of which were undamaged, all exuding a leisurely scent of books, as if he had suddenly entered an old used bookstore.

Did it work?

Lin Yi was a little incredulous, after all, this was not one or two, but more than seven thousand!

Lin Yi couldn't believe that he had such a powerful ability.

But looking at the pile of thread-bound books in front of me, which basically have a new look, I can't help but believe that this is the truth.

Lin Yi tried to get up from the ground, but he suddenly found that his legs were numb and he couldn't stand up at all.

As a last resort, he had to hold on to the bookshelf beside him, and then he tried to stand firmly, and then he felt dizzy for a while, and the whole person almost fell to the ground again.

At this time, Lin Yi realized that something was wrong, it seemed that he had exerted too much force this time, and the whole person had a feeling of exhaustion.

When he opened the door of the library and walked out, he didn't realize that he had actually been here for not a few minutes, a few seconds, but three whole days, three days and three nights to be exact!

……

Lin Yi returned to his bedroom and immediately fell asleep.

It was a day's sleep until his stomach rumbled with hunger, and he woke up.

When he woke up, he felt like he was seriously ill, and he had a kind of collapse for the rest of his life, and he didn't even want to move his fingers.

I finally got up, took a shower, washed up, and had a full breakfast, and then I felt that the whole person was alive again.

Before Lin Yi could think about the cause and effect of this matter, a hurried knock sounded, and when he opened the door, he saw Cao Yidao looking at him anxiously, and said in his mouth: "Lin Yi, where have you been these days, I can't contact you, and I didn't respond when I knocked on your door." ”

Lin Yi: "......"

I vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"It's good that you're fine, alas, but I'm worried about death--- hey, why are you ......" Lao Cao pointed at Lin Yi's face and stopped talking.

Lin Yi touched his face with his hand, it was nothing.

"No, it's your sideburns--- why are your sideburns white? Stained with white flour? Lao Cao said and touched Lin Yi's sideburns with his hand, wanting to wipe off the white.

Seeing this, Lin Yi hurriedly went to look in the mirror, only to see that the person in the mirror was still himself, but the person's sideburns were gray and white, and it seemed to be a little more vicissitudes than before.

"How so?" Lin Yi touched his sideburns, looking surprised.

"I also ask you, why are there so many vicissitudes all of a sudden?" Lao Cao also wondered, Lin Yi has always been a handsome guy in his eyes, and now that the handsome guy has become like this, it's not funny.

How did Lin Yi explain it to him? Could it be that he used too much effort to repair the books, so much so that he hurt his vitality? I don't know if I will recover in the future, and how would Begonia feel if she saw her like this.

Just when Lin Yi's mind was fluctuating, Lao Cao held his chin, tilted his head, stared at Lin Yi and said very seriously, "Don't say it, your sideburns are so white, the whole person has become more flavorful, how to say it, how do you feel like a book, the ancient version of the authentic book that has gone through ups and downs, the connotation is unfathomable, and the eyes are as deep as the universe......"

Lin Yi: "......"

Feeling the egg hurt.

Lao Cao saw that Lin Yi didn't think so, so he hurriedly said: "What I said is true, it's not nonsense--- have you seen Andy Lau's "Gambler 1997", his white-headed style in it is very tasteful, I don't know how many girls and young women have been killed, now you are much stronger than him, if I were a woman, I would love you to death when I saw --- now, how to say it, temperament, mainly temperament! ”

Lin Yi only thought he was talking nonsense, but he didn't know that Lao Cao had said something of conscience this time, and Lin Yi at this time was on a bigger level than before in terms of words and deeds, as well as temperament.

Someone once said that a man is a book.

Little Boy is a fairy tale book.

Juvenile is a popular science book.

Young people are martial arts books.

A man with a mature temperament is a rare ancient book.

Lin Yi at this moment is like a book, and it is a unique, peerless rare book!

……

"You didn't come to me to shoot these sycophants, did you?" Lin Yi asked.

"Of course not, didn't I say that I want to introduce people to buy books, what do you think?" Only then did Lao Cao remember the purpose of his coming here today.

Lin Yi smiled and said, "Okay, since they are interested, let them take a look, if they can eat it in one bite......

"Just those broken books, who is afraid!" Lao Cao didn't take Lin Yi's words seriously.

(To be continued.) )