"Girl, I see that you are really interested in these, our family is near the original Xiaji Temple." It can be regarded as someone who is willing to listen to himself say a few more words, laughing and talking non-stop, and the wrinkles on the old man's face are visibly saved together.

"I have a book at home, and the picture above should be related to the Machine God Temple, but I can't understand the text......

After a short period of regret, the old man's eyes became more and more crystalline, "If you are interested, you can go with me to get it, I have seen the door here for many years, and it is the first time I have seen you so meticulously, and it can be regarded as fate." ”

From this school to the Lower Machine Temple, there could be no danger along the way, An Ji readily agreed. Ride a bicycle, wait for the old man to say hello and ask for leave, and then go to the old uncle's house together.

"Girl, what are you writing about? Or do what...... Thesis? The old uncle led the way in front, and a word drifted down the wind to An Ji's ears.

"My two children are about the same age as you, but it's a pity that one has gone abroad, and the other is studying science, and they are not interested in this area."

"Hey, it's really rare that young people are still interested in these old things......

The road was not far, the old uncle said a few words to himself, and then began to concentrate on the car, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the old uncle stopped the car to greet An Ji.

The latter propped one foot on the ground and looked at the tall building in front of him in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

"When you arrive, it's good to park the car outside, this door can only enter people, and there are more cars inside, so it's not easy to get out when the time comes."

Anji University is not in Hangzhou, and the old blue bricks and gray tiles in my memory have been replaced by high-rise buildings, and I can't help but sigh that time has flown for a while.

Not far away, it should still be repaired, and the potholes still retain a little rain color, and hang a little green moss like green smoke.

"It's still being renovated over there, so you have to be careful when you walk."

"I can't help you with that book, but I kept it at home when I remembered, it should have been some years." After locking the bicycle, the old man continued to lead the way.

The white pink butterfly crossed the air, staying on the damp not far away, An Ji looked over and saw a piece of wings reflecting a pale yellow light on the ground, sucking the rare rain in summer.

"Sometimes I always think that these little animals have an aura, and it is said that this is the location of the Machine God Temple......"

The old uncle was taking out the key from his pocket to open the door, and he looked back in the direction, "It's a pity that it hasn't been left until now, it's not a superstitious thing, it all belongs to the history of Hangzhou." ”

Speaking of this, An Ji couldn't help nodding, the worship in the Temple of the Machine God is not an ethereal immortal, but those who weave stories into the long river of history in Hangzhou and even in Chinese silk.

"Hey, I've lost so much of these things right now!" The old uncle sighed, and an indescribable emotion spread out in the corridor, colliding in the hearts of the two people.

"Click......"

"You come in and sit down, it's hot outside, I'll go get you the book."

Perhaps because of this rare fate, the old uncle had a lot of words, and An Ji just seized the gap to tell the old uncle that he was standing at the door, and the latter had already walked out with a yellowed book.

"Oh, this is for you, it's been put for a long time, it should have been damp back then, and some words may not be able to read clearly."

The book is still packed with ancient threads, and An Ji can even imagine the care with which someone fixed the book with a needle and a thread.

Although it was damp and did not become moldy, the yellowing was not damaged, which shows that although the old uncle could not understand the words on it, he still made the book baby's tightness.

"No matter how precious things are, only those who can understand them are useful, and if they are placed here for me, they will be wasted."

Seeing that An Ji pursed his lips slightly, looking embarrassed to speak, the old uncle directly stuffed the book into someone's hands.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, if you're embarrassed, you can tell me about it when you have the opportunity in the future."