A remote alley, hidden by tall buildings all around. It's as if the sun is stingy with its own heat, and does not want to come here.

The unrepaired stone pavement was potholed, and the Niyabu shoes were wet with sewage, and the figure of a wolf bèi walked briskly towards the entrance of the alley.

The slate on the soles of the feet absorbs the heat of the body, and the delicate soles of the feet that lack exercise are painful by the uneven stone path. But Niya was somewhat stubborn in her reluctance to slow down, and she couldn't stand the bastards continuing to spoil her bookstore.

This situation has actually been going on for a while, at first they only intimidated and threatened, until the birthday of the city lord was approaching, and the methods of these people became intense.

Nia knew that as long as she handed over the rare copy of the Goril Notes, they would let her go. But just like her old-fashioned and stubborn character, she can't bear to have such a rare book with historical value buried in the city lord's collection room.

It should be circulated, turned around, and understood by the culture and knowledge contained therein. Nia grew up with books, and in her limited abilities, she collected all the books she could.

Her bedroom and hall, like a humble library, were her haven and comfort.

If the lord of the castle, who pretended to be elegant, had less fat and silver taler in his head, Nia would be willing to give it away for nothing.

"Puff"

There was a heart-piercing pain in her toes, and Nia fell to a foul pool of mud. The cold, sticky stinky mud burrowed through the cracks in the clothes and quickly encroached on the dry ground.

Niya's body trembled unnaturally, and the cool autumn breeze took away the slightest body temperature.

Spit out the foul mud in her mouth, the disgusting sour smell that irritated Nya's throat and stomach pouch.

It was like a hand scratching her throat, and Niya retched a few times before the nausea was suppressed.

Standing up, Nia frowned.

His elbows were cut through rubble, and his clothes were heavier than weight-bearing gear. The strange smell made Niya want to go home and change her clothes.

But thinking of the ruffians raging in the bookstore, Nia felt the books crying, and she perked up and ran back down the alley

The stinking mud slid down the hem of her skirt, leaving a large dirty and foul-smelling footprint behind her. Her body was cold and her elbows ached, but they couldn't compare to Niya's mood at this time.

In the cool autumn breeze, after standing for half an hour, Niya's face turned a little pale. But the patrols disappeared as if they had vanished into thin air.

Standing at the mouth of the alley, Nia reveals herself like performance art. The simple long black and white skirt is rendered in a dark tone by the rotten purple stinky mud, which makes the surrounding pedestrians and hawkers can't help but look sideways.

There were many neighbors who knew Niya, and when they saw Niya's appearance at this time, they were shocked.

Niya usually gives people the feeling of being a rigid and strict teaching director. But at this time, she was covered in stinky mud, with a long white and thin face, staring at a touch of desolation and helplessness.

Like a madwoman who has been trafficked into the countryside, Nia stands at the mouth of the alley, waiting for a patrol that will never come

With a bang, Rick kicks several street ruffians out of the bookstore, and uses witchcraft to warn the crumbs that if they dare to come again, it will not be as simple as breaking their arms and legs.

After a plea for mercy and reassurances, Rickelgen was finally quiet.

After waiting patiently for a while, Rick retrieved the lock and key from the stack of books, locked the door and closed the shop, and took the key to find Nya.

Just because Nia didn't see it didn't mean that Rick didn't see the reason why those street ruffians were so presumptuous. The patrol in this area must have been bribed by the street ruffians, or the employers who hired them, to deliberately not pass through here.

When Rick came to the alley, he was also taken aback by Niya's performance art at this time.

Frowning and walking to the other party, the unpleasant smell of rotten leaves and stinky mud mixed together, swarming towards Rick.

"The patrol won't come, I've driven those ruffians away." Rick only wants to know if Nya's history or references from the ice sheet from a thousand years ago. Driving away the street ruffians is considered to be paid in advance.

Nya's eyes moved on her long, frozen pale face, and she slowly turned to face Rick.

The facial features moved slightly, and I didn't know whether I wanted to laugh or cry.

The whites of her eyes rolled, and Niya's tortured body finally couldn't stand it anymore and fainted.

Rick resisted the urge to push away, reached out and fished it out, and Nia fell into his arms. His face moved, and Rick smiled like warm water again, "This aunt, does anyone know where Miss Niya's home is?" The low magnetic voice made people can't help but trust this gentle scholar young man

Books, dossiers, newspapers and magazines from decades ago

As soon as I entered the house, the thick smell of paper rolls came to my face. The room is not big and the furnishings are simple. Only piles of books and magazines and newspapers, like decorations, filled every corner of the living room.

The floors have been specially thickened, and even the walls have been remodeled to a certain extent. This house in a remote corner is not as dreary and gloomy as the others.

The air is well ventilated, and the air is like a desert, dry but not blazing. It can be seen that the owner of the house is a true lover of books, and the basic expenditure is spent on renovating the storage environment of books.

Even if you don't deliberately decorate anything, the whole living room is still full of a vicissitudes of time and impressive cultural heritage.

Glancing at the quaint and simple living room, Rick hesitated slightly and decided not to go in.

Finding cold water and wetting Niya's slender face, the other party's eyelashes fluttered, and she soon woke up.

Her eyes gradually converged, and the brilliance in Niya's eyes slowly lit up like an energy-saving lamp: "Thank you, thank you." Nia barely managed to squeeze out a smile, her voice a little weak.

Fighting to her feet, Nia shook her body and almost fainted again.

When Rick looked, Nia's cheeks were red and her breath was weak, it should be a cold and fever.

"Go and change your clothes first, you have a fever and need to rest."

Rick grimaced his expression and helped Nia to the bedroom.

As in the case of speculation, Niya's bedroom also does not have the pink and fragrance of ordinary women, but is squeezed by a thick tome of books, squeezing every inch of space.

Carefully dodging the mountains of books that almost reached the roof, Rick glanced at the reasonably clean single bed, and a worried voice rang out in the crowded bedroom, "Can you do it alone?" ”

Niya knew what was about to happen, and the feudal conservatism buried deep in her bones made her unable to accept a man other than her "future husband" to see her body.

But his head was like being poured with a lot of industrial alcohol, and he was dizzy and couldn't control his limbs and movements: "I can, thank you." ”