Answering the phone, Ye Xiaofei was still chirping.

"Hey, what's wrong with me?"

"If you have time, come to the Window of the World Library, our curator wants to see you."

"Curator?"

"Well, there's something very important, but it won't delay you too much."

……

Wen Jing hung up the phone, but Ye Xiaofei fell into deep thought.

He had seen Wen Jing's ability, and since he knew her ability, Ye Xiaofei's relationship with her seemed a little delicate. Ye Xiaofei didn't know what organization Wen Jing belonged to, she kept saying that she was protecting herself, but Ye Xiaofei didn't believe this.

Now that she was calling, and the curator she was talking about seemed to be their leader, there must be something important about talking to her at this juncture.

Ye Xiaofei's eyelids jumped a few times, it was an ominous premonition.

Seeing that Ye Xiaofei's expression suddenly became a little bad, Xiangxiang couldn't help but ask, "Ye Xiaofei, do you have something on your mind?" Who just called? ”

"Wife, you can drive back to the base by yourself in a while, I have an important matter to deal with."

"Why don't we go together?"

"No need, it's not convenient for you to go to this matter, don't worry, I'm fine. Just a few words with old acquaintances, I'll be back to the training base in the afternoon. ”

Hearing that Ye Xiaofei didn't want to let herself follow, Xiangxiang pursed her lips and sighed.

"Okay, stay safe on the road and don't cause trouble."

Xiangxiang was actually not worried about Ye Xiaofei's safety, but worried about his temper. If this guy has a violent temper, it's like World War III, and wherever he goes, he will suffer. On the occasion of the advent of the professional league, his ban has just been lifted, and if something happens now, the gods will not be able to save him.

After breakfast, Xiangxiang went back to the training base, and Ye Xiaofei drove black lightning to the Window of the World Library.

Looking at the antique library in front of him, Ye Xiaofei felt a little strange in his heart.

Why is that parent's book here? Obviously, the curator here knew his parents. As for what secrets are hidden behind it, it happens that all of them have been investigated today, including Wen Jing, he doesn't want a woman full of unknowns to be by his side, and he can't tell whether he is friend or foe.

In the morning, there are many people who come here to read.

Ye Xiaofei came to the registration office of the library, and his fingers lightly tapped on the counter a few times.

A young man with a librarian looked up and smiled.

"Sir, do you come here to debit and read? Do you have a membership card? ”

"No, I'm here to find someone. Your curator said that he had something to talk to me about, so please report it. ”

Hearing that Ye Xiaofei was a guest invited by the curator, the young man took out his mobile phone, made a call, said a few words casually, and hung up.

"Hello, you are Mr. Ye Xiaofei, right?"

"Well, I am."

"Follow me, the curator asked me to take you there." The young man explained a few words to an administrator next to him, and walked towards the left passage with Ye Xiaofei.

The Window of the World Library is very large, divided into three floors, and is also divided into many venues according to the classification of books. Ye Xiaofei came here before, just to read the book left by his parents, so he didn't pay much attention to the environment here. But now, when I followed the young man, I was shocked by what I saw.

The library is much bigger than expected, with bookshelves several meters high everywhere and looking quaint. It is full of books, and just by looking at the rows of shelves, you can imagine how many books there are. And many of the books are out of print, and the only place in the world can be found here.

This is no longer a simple library, it is simply a huge cultural treasure house of mankind, and its value is difficult to estimate in terms of money.

There are many people who come here to read, there are students, middle-aged people, and there are also many gray-haired old people.

Through two corridors and three halls, Ye Xiaofei followed the young man to the third floor of the library.

The third layer is a large glass cover, which allows sunlight to penetrate and is very comfortable to bask in. Walking down the spiral hallway, he finally stopped in front of a room.

The young man knocked lightly on the door a few times, "Curator, Mr. Ye is here." ”

"Ask him to come in."

"Please come in." The young man gently pushed open the door and made a gesture for Ye Xiaofei to come in.

Nodding, Ye Xiaofei stepped in.

There was a soft sound at the door at the back, and the lad did not follow, but closed the door.

When he came to this room, the first thing Ye Xiaofei saw was a giant astronomical telescope. The telescope was more than a dozen meters tall and extended through the roof.

Next to the astronomical telescope, there is also a mahogany desk, and next to it sits an old man with glasses.

He has curly gray hair and a face full of wrinkles and age spots. There is a pair of reading glasses on the bridge of the nose, which looks a little old. The old man was dressed in a black robe, looking solemn and mysterious, holding a thick book in his hand and looking at it, the pages of that book had been yellowed, and the font on the top Ye Xiaofei had never been seen, anyway, it was not Chinese.

There was a faint smell of books in the air, and the whole room was not very large. In addition to desks and astronomical telescopes, the surrounding walls are lined with tall bookshelves filled with all sorts of old books.

That's right, the books here are obviously a little older than the ones on the shelves outside.

When the old man saw Ye Xiaofei coming in, he raised his head slightly, helped the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and smiled.

"Ye Xiaofei, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, you have grown so tall. Come, come, sit with me. ”

The curator pointed to the chair in front of the desk, Ye Xiaofei nodded, and walked over.

Listening to the meaning of the old man's words, he still knows himself. I don't know why, Ye Xiaofei seems to feel that he has also seen this old man, but he has no impression, but there is an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his heart.

"I don't know what to call you yet."

"Call me grandpa, your parents call me Uncle Kim." The curator looked Ye Xiaofei up and down, always with a smile on his face.

"Hello Grandpa Kim." Ye Xiaofei said politely.

At that moment, there was another knock on the door, and the young man came in with a pot of tea and two cups.

After pouring a cup of tea for Ye Xiaofei and the curator, he retreated again.

The turquoise tea is very clear, exuding bursts of fragrance, which is refreshing, and it is definitely not an ordinary tea.

Ye Xiaofei didn't rush to drink tea, but looked at the curator. He doesn't like to beat around the bush, so let's ask about today's matter clearly......

(End of chapter)