"Time doesn't leave anyone behind......"

The old man gently put down the book in his hand, sighed softly at the corner of his mouth, and looked at a snow plum by the window, with a glimmer of light flashing in the corner of his eye. Then there was a worried look.

After sitting for a long time, the door of the room was gently opened.

The old man's gaze moved with the sound of the door being pushed open.

A child poked his head in—

The old man dragged the heavy lenses and slowly looked down.

[The body is covered by a drape, as if he doesn't want people to know his identity, and he looks like he is only six or seven years old, this kind of caution is not like a child would do.] ]

The old man thought so in his heart, with a hint of doubt, his eyes faintly flashed with golden light, and through the faint golden light, the old man could see the face under the cover. The old man, who was still clues, soon discovered the special aura faintly emanating from the child's body.

"Strange faces? …… Is it still the blood of the Divine Revelation......" the old man said to himself inwardly, with an incredible feeling on his face.

"No wonder you hide your identity like this...... I don't know which big man's child ......," the old man said to himself.

Then the old man withdrew his special ability, and said to the child in the audience with a kind smile:

"Welcome!"

The child did not speak, nodded slightly, and slowly fixed his gaze on the scattered bookshelves in the room.

"Alone? Accompanied by an adult, right? The old man asked tentatively.

The child remained silent, just shook his head slightly. His eyes poked out from the draped and looked closely at the pile of bookshelves, the old man's eyes also skimmed slightly to the inner bookshelves, and a smile appeared on his face, and then he continued:

"This is the library, so if you're interested in the books over there, feel free to take a look." The old man looked at the child's back, and said in a slightly soothing voice.

"Thank you......" As soon as the old man's words fell, the child slowly turned around and bowed in thanks.

The old man didn't speak, and then sat down quietly with a slight smile on his face.

Time also advanced in an orderly manner, and it was almost dusk, and the old man looked at Xuemei by the window again, and then turned his head to look at the child in the corner.

He just sat there quietly, holding the book in his hand a little further away, looking serious.

The old man focused his eyes on the book in his hand again, and the familiar words slowly came into view.

The squinting eyes gradually relaxed, the wrinkled hand gently brushed the slightly drooping glasses, and with a stretched smile, he put down the things in his hand and walked towards the child.

"It's getting late......"

Apparently the boy had not noticed that the old man was approaching, and his attention was drawn to the contents of the book.

Looking at the preoccupied child, the old man was not bothered for a moment, and he turned his head to look out the window at the gradually darkening sky. After a while, he sighed lightly from the corner of his mouth and gently tapped his hand on the tabletop.

After a few rattling sounds, the child suddenly raised his eyes to look at the old man.

A look of bewilderment was revealed under the old man's body.

The old man's snort was gentle, and his gentle smile still didn't fall.

"The sun is going down, let's go back."

After speaking, the old man turned and walked towards the desk.

The child raised his eyes to look at the old man's back, and then looked at the blush by the window, and then gently closed the book in his hand with a little reluctance.

The old man sitting on the stage saw the child's mood and spoke again:

"Books are allowed here, so if you like it, you can take it back and read it."

The old man's words fell, and the child's face showed a hint of joy, and his eyes shone slightly.

"Thank you......" The small voice came from the drape again.

After a while, the old man handed a loan clause to the child under the desk.

The child who took the borrowing terms carefully took a cue, and when he was about to write, his face was hesitant, and after a pause, the child signed the borrowing terms given by the old man - [Zhang Ran]......

"Hmm... That's it, you can take the book back, and then take it back when you're done. ”

"Hmmm......"

With that, the boy walked straight out.

The old man looked at the terms of the loan in his hand, and looked at the word [Zhang Ran], which was not very eye-catching, and a smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth.

"This kid, it's so cautious to borrow a book......

The old man's tone was smiling through with a penetrating smile, his eyes slowly turned to the door, and through the partition of the door panel, a golden light emerged from the corner of his eyes again, reflecting the child's back in the distance.

"Looking forward to seeing you again......"

Time flew by again, and three days had passed—

Outside the door of the library, the old man bowed and took care of Xuemei by the window.

The sturdy body of the tree supported many of the bent branches, because it was not yet winter, and the leaves were scattered on them. A light breeze can easily lift the scattered leaf petals.

The sunlight fell from the gap in the clouds, which happened to be reflected on the old man's forehead, and the forehead of the concave and convex skin folds was illuminated, and a few traces of Chinese liquid were also shining through.

"Old man... I'll take care of you, don't let me down when the time comes......"

With that, a light stroke brushed again, and the treetops were gently swayed by the blow.

Looking at the scene, the old man's face lifted a satisfied smile.

After cleaning up, the old man sat on the edge of the desk and waited quietly for the guests to visit.

Soon after, the child's figure slowly walked towards the library.

"Squeak—"

The door was gently opened, and the old man looked at the child who entered the door and said:

"Welcome!"

The child did not say a word as last time, nodded slightly in response, and handed the finished book to the desk. The old man also tacitly took out the previous borrowing terms from the drawer next to the desk.

"Just write down the return date."

After speaking, he finished scratching the paper with a few strokes.

When he had finished writing, the old man set the book aside, and the boy walked to the scattered shelves as quietly as he had done then, and his fingers slipped from them for a long time before he found one. Then he sat quietly alone in the corner.

The old man didn't say anything more, and only after his drooping eyelids wrapped in his dark eyes reflected the child's every move did he sit peacefully and read other books.

The two sat for another afternoon without communication.

A touch of red glow hit the old man's lenses, and the afterglow glanced at the dull sky outside the window, the old man closed the book in his hand, and slowly got up and walked towards the corner.

"I'm going to shut down ......"

The old man walked up to him, and before he could finish speaking, the child closed the book gently.

"I'm going to borrow books......" The child spoke quickly, much louder than the last time.

The old man paused for a moment, and then said yes:

"No problem......"

With that, the two exchanged papers in front of the desk again.

"Be careful on the way back......," the old man said with concern.

"Uh......-huh," the child replied softly, and then opened the door and walked away.

After seeing the children's backs, the old man finally relieved himself and walked to the oil lamps in various parts of the house to extinguish them. It was a long time before he walked out of the library with a dim and flickering black lamp.

The old man's figure soon reached a barracks, and through the flickering light source, his hands rummaged through a meal of miscellaneous items. After a long time, I slowly stood up from my busyness.

At this time, he was already holding a leather bag in his hand.

In the gloomy room, he raised his hand to shake the bag, and the sound of "banging" water came softly from the bag. Then a satisfied smile appeared.

After a long time, the figure of the old man stood on a high wall, perhaps the residents of the north like to drink with a slight cool breeze...... There was a fresh fragrance coming from the bag, which was completely different from the spirits here, and the bag in the old man's hand came out with a very delicate taste.

I saw the old man's throat float up and down a few times, and a burst of sweetness washed his abdominal cavity.

With a "huh", the old man pursed his lips in satisfaction.

The vicissitudes of life gradually reflected the cold mountains, the cold wind brought up the white hair on the forehead, and a melancholy feeling slowly appeared on the old man's face.

"How much time do I have left......"

After thinking for a long time with the cold wind, the bag in the old man's hand was empty. Without the company of fine wine, he dragged himself down the high wall again.

The marching figure did not end until it reached the door of a house.

Two days later, the child came to the library again, and after a simple repetition of the previous procedure, he sat quietly in the corner again.

It wasn't until dusk approached again that the child reluctantly got up and prepared to step through the door.

"Wait......" the old man stopped the child who was half out of the door.

With some doubts, the child slowly turned to look at the old man.

"You... Aren't you going to borrow a book today? ”

The child hesitated for a moment, then nodded in affirmation.

"Then you'll come back tomorrow, right?"

After the old man finished speaking, the child immediately responded:

"Hmmm......"

The old man snorted and continued:

"Hmm... Go back, be careful on the way. ”

After speaking, the old man waved his hand, and the child didn't think much about it and rushed out of the door.

It was a new day, and the old man began to take care of the door of the library early, he didn't seem to have worked so hard in the past, but he knew that the child would come today, so he deliberately got up early.

The rickety back roamed around the room, and the neat desk was not carefully cared for, and almost all other places were re-cleaned.

For a moment, the whole room looked bright and translucent under the reflection of the morning light.

The busy figure ended after the last piece of dust disappeared, and the old man could finally sit at the desk and wait for the child to open the door.

Time passed little by little, and the old man's waiting expression gradually changed from anticipation to depression.

Finally—about a moment and a half later, the door was gently pushed open.

The sound of "squeak-" immediately brought the old man's mood, and the joy on his face could not be hidden.

"Sir!"

The child bowed politely as he entered.

Looking at such a change, the old man was also very happy, and immediately responded:

"Come in."

"You seem to be in a good mood." Looking at the old man, whose smile was more natural and comfortable than before, the child also asked curiously.

"Well, I'm glad I knew you'd come." The old man said directly without concealment.

"Thank you......" the child replied with some embarrassment.

——

The following days also came and went. Slowly as time goes by, the child gradually becomes more and more impressed by the old man, and sometimes he will unconsciously help the old man to carry some things.

The distance between the two gradually changed from the corner to the desk to the side of the two.

Some content that children can't understand, the old man will also explain it to him with peace of mind, and will also impart some knowledge that is not mentioned in books.

Gradually, the child's wariness of the old man is no longer as subtle as before, and he only talks to him like an old man fishing in his twilight years.

He also showed very high admiration and admiration for the old man's bachelors and literacy, and the old man was surprisingly gentle to the child.

"Sir...... I don't particularly understand ...... here."

The child began to habitually push the book to the old man on one side.

The old man took the book, brushed his glasses, stretched out his head to look at the dense text, and began to frown.

"Here...... It's about ......"

Under an oil lamp, the old man kept fiddling his hands, as if this was the best way to express what he wanted to express, and the children under him were also attentive, sometimes looking up at the old man's passionate expression, and sometimes looking down at the words of the book.