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Three have a book outside the house.

Seeing that the black sign was still hanging outside the windowsill, Zheng Qing's disappointment was palpable.

It looks like the gentleman hasn't come back yet.

Human beings always have one kind of fear in the face of new things. As soon as he thought that he was about to step into a completely unfamiliar environment, Zheng Qing couldn't help but feel a little bit of a sense of gain and loss.

Wouldn't it be too hasty to agree to enter the first university? Zheng Qing sometimes can't help but think that no one in the family really understands this school except for himself. Is it really good to make such a reckless decision?

At this time, he especially wanted to get his husband's guidance.

Peel off a crumpled piece of yellow rune paper from behind the black sign.

Zheng Qing looked left and right, and there were no strangers.

He clipped the rune paper in the palm of his hand and silently chanted the incantation.

The rune paper twisted, folded into the shape of a key, and reluctantly slipped into the keyhole. Zheng Qing pulled the handle, twisted open the door of the bookstore, pulled out the rune paper again, and glued it back to the back of the black billboard.

The shop was deserted and quiet. There is no popularity in the month, and the house is full of books. Zheng Qing took a deep breath, and a satisfying scent of books filled his heart.

When I get old, I will open a big bookstore, bask in the sun, lie on a recliner with a book on my face, and smell the fragrance enough. Walking among the bookshelves, Zheng Qing thought with some envy.

The bookstore is not big, only forty or fifty square meters. The doors and windows are in a north-south direction, and the bookshelves in the store are also placed in this direction.

In the southeast corner of the bookstore, there is a wooden ladder, and above the ladder is a narrow attic with some miscellaneous items in it, as well as the dried fish of the yellow civet. Underneath the ladder is a tightly closed, black-lacquered, single-sided wooden door.

The wooden door is less than two meters high, only a little more than one meter wide, the threshold is two inches high, the threshold is left and right are two light cylindrical wooden piers, the wooden piers are only an inch higher than the threshold, the top is smooth and can be seen, and there is no carving of any ornamentation.

There was no door god posted on the door, only a rabbit soft pen hung with fine twine, and a small pot of sesame oil.

On the left side of the middle of the wooden door, there is a brass knocker in the shape of a turtle-backed snake. The head of the shop is a recumbent turtle with its head held high, and the knocker is a coiled snake on the turtle's back. It's just that the knocker is now tightly embedded in the turtle's back, and there is no place to go. The recumbent turtle shrank into its shell, revealing six small dark holes.

Zheng Qing grabbed the brush hanging on the door and gently scratched the snake's chin. The coiled snake hissed, lifted up, and arched a knocker.

Zheng Qing dipped a brush in some sesame oil and smeared it on the snake's tail. The coiled snake shook its tail. Under the turtle's back, a small head slowly poked its head out.

There was a click, and there was an unlocking sound coming from the wooden door.

Zheng Qingle watched the little turtle lick the sesame oil on the snake's tail, and then pulled the snake's door knocker and pulled it hard. The wooden door suddenly opened, and a dark aisle appeared in front of him.

This aisle was specially built for Zheng Qing by Mr. Walk 100 meters along the aisle, and you can reach the Jiuyou Book House in the Hui Ziji.

Mr. is often not in the store, so Zheng Qing often goes back and forth to help look after the store when he is resting. Since he couldn't find the set of words on his own, Mr. Wu helped him open a passage between the two shops. In this way, even if Mr. is not there, Zheng Qing can take care of the two stores.

In the past, Zheng Qing was in awe of this magical passage, and he didn't know how many cranky thoughts flowed through his mind. But after the journey of the Four Seasons Fang's grandfather clock, Zheng Qing already knew that this passage was only constructed using some superb magic skills.

People are in awe of the mysteries they cannot understand, but they are only envious of the intelligible excellence.

Walking in the passage, Zheng Qing's yearning for the First University re-strengthened.

He longed for the day when he could build such a magical passage himself.

The bookstores on both sides of the passage were just as deserted and quiet, and the civet cat had gone somewhere. Zheng Qing glanced at the cat food box and threw the hardened dried fish into the trash, then cleaned the dust in the house a little and poured some water on the pots of Junzi Orchid on the windowsill.

When the bookstore is not open, there are also customers who make a list of the books they need and stuff them into the bookstore through the crack in the door. Zheng Qing's main task is to pick up these book lists, pick out the books that the guests need one by one from the shelves, and wrap them in brown paper. Then it was placed in the Rejuvenation Hall next door.

The next time a customer comes, they can pick up the book directly from the Rejuvenation Hall.

This time, there were not many guests, only three, and they all bought some professional books such as rune construction. After Zheng Qing finished writing the title of the book on the kraft paper packaging, he stretched out comfortably and looked at the small bookstore.

The three book houses in the Hui Zi set are about the same size as the book houses in Yunhua Community. Zheng Qing recalled the abandoned Sanyou Book House in Four Seasons Square, which was also about the same size.

What is the reason why my husband has opened so many bookstores, he has never understood these days.

Sighing, holding three packages, Zheng Qing walked out of the bookstore.

The streets are still very sparsely populated. This bazaar never seems to be crowded on a crowded day, and perhaps that's where the die-hard wizards mentioned in the history books hang.

Zheng Qing grinned, he found that he could always understand these details that he had not noticed before.

It's just that after two more days of reading, my understanding of the world is completely different. Many details that he hadn't noticed before had a deeper meaning in his eyes. After graduating from university in four years, what will the world look like in my eyes?

He looked around, at the narrow street, at the stale scene on the street, full of anticipation for the future.

"The package is delivered to the cabinet by itself. A lazy voice came from Zheng Qing's ear.

He turned his head in surprise.

At the door of the Rejuvenation Hall next door, a young man with slippers, a white robe, a bun, and a small teapot was looking at an ancient book with thread binding.

"Pan Donkey, you're watching "Golden Vase Plum" again. Zheng Qing smiled and leaned over.

This young man who reads books is the young shopkeeper of Huichun Hall, his big name is Deng Xiaoxian, and people on the street call him Xiao Deng shopkeeper. Because the two stores are next to each other, Zheng Qing is very familiar with this young shopkeeper, and after a long time, he took it upon himself to give him the nickname 'Pan Donkey'.

Deng Xiaoxian didn't care, but often showed off everywhere, saying that Zheng Qingqi's nickname was just right.

It's shameless.

Pan Donkey glanced at Zheng Qing, took a sip of tea at the spout, and said in a throat, "I heard that your kid is going to study at the first university?"

Zheng Qing's eyes lit up, and he suddenly remembered that his husband had said that Deng Xiaoxian had just graduated from college.

Maybe he can give himself some advice!