In the afternoon class, Zheng Pei listened with great interest. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Listening to lectures, taking notes, and writing homework, he really wished that life could always be so simple. But it wasn't until he locked the door to the reading room that he finally realized that hope wasn't always what people wanted. But it is precisely because of his own wishful thinking that it is called hope.

The night was so calm that the breeze blew, and only the dead leaves on the trees "rattled" for a while. Old man Zhang had already slept, and Zheng Pei went to patrol the building as usual. After Ba Niang is gone, even the feeling in the corridor is no longer so permeable. Such a peaceful and ordinary life is exactly what Zheng Pei wants, but when it really comes, Zheng Pei feels that he is not so at ease, and more boredom disturbs him, making him feel that something is missing in his heart.

The thing of hope is beautiful, but when it really comes, you may find that you don't like it so much, people don't know it, and how sad they are.

Zheng Pei returned to the guard room, bored. He rummaged through his schoolbag and took out a book that Ba Niang gave him for safekeeping, he had nothing to do anyway, so it was better to use it to pass the time.

This book is a square one, not rectangular like the current books. The spine of the book was pressed against two thin pieces of bamboo, with a few holes in the middle to connect with the pages, and then fixed with a thread made of unknown things, which was hard to the touch. Zheng Pei carefully observed the book, it was obvious that the book had gone through a lot of years, the paper had been brittle yellow, and the small bamboo pieces had been polished and shiny. But the strange thing is that a book that looks so weak is very resilient, although the paper is brittle but can withstand reading, and the small bamboo pieces are shiny but still hard. And there seems to be a hint of aura throughout the book, reflecting a faint blue light in the dark environment.

Zheng Pei opened the book and found that the written words did not look like Chinese characters, but more like small portraits drawn one by one. And the difference between characters is largely the difference between the movements of each villain, and each paragraph seems to express a meaning with a variety of strange villain's body postures. Zheng Pei remembered a magazine article he had read before, which introduced the words that had just been invented in ancient times, and it was through the simple drawings of people and things that the author's meaning was expressed. Perhaps this book is not so ancient, Zheng Pei carefully observed the production process of the book, which is very close to modern civilization. But even so, every trace of the book, both the characters and the wear, indicates that it has weathered the storm. Zheng Pei's palm gently rubbed the cover, and there was a trace of respect in his heart. This book seems to be a labyrinth standing in front of Zheng Pei, and while feeling the mysterious majesty of a distant civilization, he is also fascinated by the treasures sealed in this labyrinth.

But what exactly do these bizarre characters mean?

Zheng Pei suddenly thought of the plot in the martial arts drama, and those who held the cheats couldn't understand it, they just practiced according to the appearance of the people in the picture, and as a result, they practiced peerless martial arts. Zheng Pei's mind immediately broadened a lot, he patiently searched, and finally, there was a page of symbols full of images of villains in strange postures, although the drawings were not particularly detailed, but the postures of the general figures had been recognized.

Zheng Pei almost shouted excitedly, could it be that Ba Niang's book is a martial arts cheatbook? He shifted his chair back, stood up, and gestured in the posture of the figurine. At first, he had to guess and draw at the same time, but after practicing back and forth a few times, he was able to make corresponding movements according to the requirements of the characters very smoothly. Zheng Pei felt that there seemed to be a heat current surging in his body, could this be the internal strength mentioned in martial arts novels? Gradually, he found that a layer of blue light appeared faintly on his hands, but at this time, his muscles felt a little sore. It doesn't matter, Zheng Pei comforted himself, it is normal for a body like him to feel tired, and he must be able to continue to persevere, in case he gets through the so-called "Rendu Second Pulse", he will become a hero! At that time, I don't have to look for a job. Every day, they are chivalrous and righteous, robbing the rich and helping the poor, and it is just around the corner for the two to live a good life! So he continued to compare according to the order of the characters in the book, but when he finished the last character excitedly, there was no red light breaking through his head, and he did not feel the power of a kick to knock down a wall, but the blue light on his body flew into the book with dots, and he collapsed on his back on the chair behind him like a cramped snake......

"Zheng Pei! Zheng Pei! Old man Zhang shook Zheng Pei's body vigorously, but he didn't see any reaction, he patted his face again. The middle-aged man surnamed Zhang next to him crossed Erlang's legs, eating melon seeds while crooked in the chair to read the newspaper.

Zheng Pei finally opened his eyes slowly, and when he saw that he had woken up, Old Man Zhang breathed a sigh of relief. He said anxiously, "Why do you sleep so dead!" Are you sick? ”

Zheng Pei sat up, completely looking like he had just come to Earth. He was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, and said weakly: "Uncle Zhang, I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, you can go home first......"

"Are you alright?" Old man Zhang asked again worriedly.

Zheng Pei nodded, reluctantly squeezing out a smile.

Old man Zhang saw that Zheng Pei was fine, so he left with confidence. And Zheng Pei sat for a long time before he stood up and walked out leisurely.

"Why are you going?" The middle-aged man asked.

"Go back ......," Zheng Pei's voice was so weak that he could barely hear himself.

"Clean up your stall! Where is the stall, who will clean it up for you! The middle-aged man seemed to have a temper, "Ha, the quilt is not folded well, and the things are thrown here and there, everyone works here, do you have a sense of public morality?" Also college students, cut! ”

Zheng Pei really didn't have the strength to quarrel with him, so he walked back and took the schoolbag and the books on the table in his hands, and slowly walked out of the guard room. As soon as he went out, another sentence came from behind: "Make some mess all day long, and waste your parents' money to do these things?" ”

The sun had risen very high, Zheng Pei walked in the compound in a daze, and when he was about to leave the hospital, he didn't know which way to go, so he could only stand in place. Zheng Pei felt like a watermelon peel that had been sunburned and dehydrated, and he had no strength to lie on his stomach. He watched a car turn in from the road outside the courtyard and go straight to him, the sound of sudden braking shook his head "buzzing and buzzing", he knew in his heart that he had to avoid it quickly, but he just didn't have the strength in his body. Then he felt dizzy, and the whole world shook before his eyes, as if someone had pushed him in the chest. Zheng Pei fell to the ground, he saw his book and schoolbag fall to the side, he wanted to stand up, but it was suddenly dark in front of him, and he couldn't hear anything......