On the way, wisps of elegant bookish fragrance floated warmly, lingering around the two of us. The first thing that catches your eye is a small square hall with an orderly search catalogue, followed by a large library that is quite scientifically and rigorously sorted, which is really all-encompassing, colorful, with bookshelves like a forest and the fragrance of books. I looked around at this vast hall, no matter from which angle I admired, it was created and created with the concept of beauty and beauty, with a strong cultural atmosphere and artistic characteristics. It is really worthy of both the grandeur of the atmosphere and the delicate and gentle beauty. At this moment, I can't help but recall what the famous writer Jorge Borges, the former director of the National Library of Argentina, once said: "If there is heaven, heaven should be what the library looks like." That's so concise!

Wandering in the vast sea of books, I was a little intoxicated. As soon as I remembered that Uncle Ji was one of the investors and managers of such a perfect library, I was in awe. I glanced up at Amanda, and suddenly a question that had been hovering in my brain for a long time came to me, and I naturally poured out my question without hesitation. "I feel like you're very close to your step-uncle and step-aunt,...... Seems closer than to your biological parents?! ”

"Really?! …… In fact, it is true, I was raised by the two old men of them, because my parents were so busy with national affairs that they had no time to take care of me...... But now it's all gone, and I've left the home where I grew up, and they've moved out of it. ”

I was pondering whether to continue the interrogation when Amanda stopped and said, "We're here." I asked my uncle last night, and he recommended to me the books in rows 135 to 140 on the twenty-sixth basement floor, saying that it was here that all the books known about the oldest characters were archived here, and that it might be possible to find the books or papers we needed in them. ”

The most important thing now is to find and study the ins and outs of these characters, and when I have the opportunity to ask more about Amanda's background, I focused all my attention on the rows of bookshelves.

Amanda took out a small note from her trouser pocket, "Last night I showed Uncle Ji's little black and gold spinning top, and then this is the name of the ten books that Uncle Jibi listed for me according to the characters on the little spinning top, and he told me that these ten books are the essence of ancient character composition or legends. ”

"Wow! That's great. "I was overjoyed when I took the note, it was like moving out of the rescuer. Although it has been specific to several bookshelves, the list of books is still hopelessly dense, and finding it must be like looking for a needle in a haystack. Now with the names of these ten books, it's like a treasure, "Uncle Jiji is amazing!" He was so familiar with books......"

Before I could think of a representative word of praise, Amanda took it, and his words for "such a number of treasures...... were just right.

I nodded frequently.

Next, we searched these rows of bookshelves according to the titles and book numbers retrieved by category, and finally found these ten books in the shortest possible time. They are "The Origin of Characters", "Mysterious Symbols", "Seeing Truth in Complexity", "The Coming of the Void Age", "Overview and Detailed Explanation of Symbols", "Perfect Characters", "Microscopic Symbols", "Elephant Dance: The Aesthetics of Symbols and Numbers", "Atypical Symbols in Buddhism", and "Shakyamuni Buddha and Ancient Symbols".

Amanda and I sat down on a row of simple tables and chairs not far away with the ten stacks of books in our hands and began to browse. The two of us carefully flipped through these vast and profound books, some of which were ornate and exaggerated, some were simple and unpretentious, some were long and chewy, and some were short and concise words. These books contain a great deal of references to characters that have been passed down through the ages, some of which are mystical and mysterious, as well as many vicious characters who are misleading, but these symbols, good or bad, are very different from the symbols accumulated on this little black gold spinning top in our hands.

We've gone through six books individually, but we've learned very little. Although there are still a few books that mention the Nine Divination Books of the Deansi people, they are only general, and the few words in them are not enlightening to us at all.

To be honest, I was a little disappointed. I leaned back in my chair, a sense of loss filling my chest. Amanda brought two glasses of water, one of which he placed in front of me.

"Rest, drink, and eat." He was always concerned at the right time, and let me drive any unhappiness out of the clouds.

As I drank water and nibbled on my dry food, I thought to myself, "Oh, it's already noon, but I haven't found even a little useful information, it's so worrying!" Could it be that this kind of symbol has been so remote that it has evaporated from the world?! If you can't find it again, what happens next? "My mind was a little confused.

I glanced up at my beloved, who was sitting next to me, eating dry food while reading the unfolded book, and for fear that the crumbs of bread would fall and stain the reading material spread out on his chest, he took it under the hand holding the bread with his other hand. The way he focused on the book made me feel a little embarrassed. I can't give up until the last minute, I forgot everything. Even if it's really the last minute, I'm going to be brave and tenacious to the end.

After some entanglement of thoughts, I convinced myself once again and rekindled the light of hope. I swallowed the rest of the bread in two bites, and then buried my body and mind deep in the vast sea of books.

This time I read the book series "The Dance of Elephants: The Aesthetics of Symbols and Numbers", and although I was intently gnawing on the books like a moth that never knew how to get tired, my heart was still like an empty wallet, and I didn't even catch a copper dan in it.

Just as I was about to close the book in disappointment, a few lines of inconspicuous small corner print at the end of the book caught my attention.

It reads: "There are more than a dozen outdated or lost characters that have been included in three other books that I have co-authored with the symbol immortal Yambira. If you are interested, you can read it. The titles of the books are "Missing Symbols", "Rare Secret Charms", and "The Witchcraft of Death".

Wow! This is definitely exciting news. Most of the ten books are written about immortal characters that have gone through several years, but they are as precious as ink for the lost characters, but these three books only focus on those lost characters, which is quite right!

I showed Amanda the epilogue of the book, and he was just as excited to read it. I understand his distress, in fact, he, like me, is frustrated that he can't find something valuable, but he just hides it in his heart and doesn't show it. But now it's different, and we're once again renewing hope. We put down the books we had and lay on the shelves searching for the three books we had almost missed.

We searched through the rows of shelves dedicated to ancient books, but we only found the first two books, and the third book, The Witchcraft of Death, was like a drop in the ocean. Could it be that there is no book in this library at all, or it is misplaced?! It's useless for me to meditate on it.

Once again, I wandered my gaze among the rows of dazzling and colorful books, when suddenly the left corner of a bookshelf glued together with my eyes. I squinted my eyes and looked closely, and the slight mess and deviation in the left corner of the row of bookshelves was now multiplied into my eyes. My gaze overlapped with Amanda's gaze, hovering over this spot. So the two of us looked at each other tacitly for a few seconds, and then we ran quickly to this eye-catching realm.

I'm shorter, which not only indicates that I'm more flexible, but also that I'm more comfortable with tight and crowded spaces, so the responsibility of scouting behind the bookshelves falls on me. I bent over the sideways, squeezing left and right with the shelves, and managed to reach for a hand behind the shelves. Originally, it shouldn't be difficult to reach things that fell behind the bookshelves, but because the library was worried about the suffixes of many titles, a lot of wooden sticks were added to the back of the bookshelves. But when the sticks are broken, the trouble becomes apparent. Once a book has crossed the rope of sticks and fallen into the "abyss" behind the bookshelf, it is as difficult to reach it as it is to pull a ghost to a sword. Amanda saw how hard I was going to do it, and wanted to find someone to help remove the huge bookshelf, but it would be too much of a move for me to do it unless I had to. So I stretched my right arm even harder, but the search of my eyes could not go in tandem with the movements of my arm, and I could only rely on the association of my brain to grasp this narrow square inch indiscriminately. My perseverance paid off when I finally fished out a crumpled book, followed by two more books that were also crumpled, and among them was the book "The Witchcraft of Death" that we had been waiting for.