"Ah, the rain has finally stopped, and everyone is getting moldy!" Stretching his waist as he spoke, he looked like a young master.

"Stockholm, come here, Grandpa has a book for you." What kind of book is it? I thought as I walked.

It's been a few years since I read the cover of the book, and the yellowed kraft paper has been rolled up on the edges, and the thread binding also makes people feel the years of the book. I asked my grandfather what kind of book it was. Grandpa motioned for me to come closer, and whispered in my ear, "This book is related to the preservation of our whole family, grandpa is now old, and he can't protect this book, remember to open this book when grandpa is gone......"

My heart couldn't help but sink a little, and I thought about all the possible and impossible things in my mind, but there was no result yet. Half a month later, the grandfather left without warning, and the family was grief-stricken, but it was too late to grieve, and the family understood that they still had a mission to complete. In the evening, I sat on the bed and remembered the book, took it out of the shelf, sat at my desk, and turned on the lamp. Turning the title page, people and sheep and centaurs who don't seem to exist in reality are running through the pages of the book, playing. As if driven by magic, the leaves formed a human form in the air, dancing in the air, and then disappearing with the wind. I couldn't believe what was happening in front of me. Slowly close the book, walk out of the house, and walk with your head buried. As he walked, he walked into the grove behind the house. Although the woods are small, they have all kinds of organs. At the beginning of the day after the rain, the leaves shimmer with dewdrops, and the low ferns drip rain and dew downwards from time to time, nourishing the earth. The stream was murmuring, and the stones at the bottom of the water were clearly visible. Everything in this looks so normal and wonderful. However, this is only the beginning of a bizarre experience.