When Xiao Yichen came out after changing his dry clothes, he saw that the old shopkeeper had already made tea and sat quietly on the side, waiting for him to sit down.

Xiao Yichen lowered his eyes, staring at the mist rising in front of him, the store slowly fell silent, and the raging wind and torrential rain outside did not affect everything in the environment of the house.

Slowly, the heart that was beating wildly seemed to be gradually soothed by the environment.

"It's not a peaceful day." As if inexplicably emotional, the old shopkeeper said in a slow and leisurely tone.

As the only living person in this bookstore, Xiao Yichen didn't know whether to respond to the previous sentence or not, so as not to embarrass the old shopkeeper, but when he raised his head and opened his mouth to say something, the old shopkeeper opposite turned his head to the window again, and looked through the glass of the window at the dark sky outside.

It didn't look like it was trying to respond on its own.

But......

Looking at the old shopkeeper's line of sight, the situation outside was indeed very unpeaceful, just as the old shopkeeper sighed.

The dark clouds of black oppression were densely enveloped in layers, and everywhere the eye could see, there was the oppression of the spread of shadows.

Just looking at it like this, Xiao Yichen felt the dull knot of his chest squeezing his lungs.

"Smack-"

The sudden sound interrupted Xiao Yichen's unconsciously sinking deeper and deeper emotions, freeing him from the stagnant atmosphere. When he suddenly raised his head as if he had just woken up from a big dream, the sound of "snorting" in his ears became more and more obvious, and then he slowly realized that the heavy breathing sound actually came from himself.

After realizing this, Xiao Yichen tried to put all his mind into the current reality, and quickly calmed his nervous breathing.

The squeezed chest cavity slowly soothed, the tense upper body gradually relaxed, the sequelae of the rain came slowly, and a cold chill gradually rose from the soles of the feet.

Strangely enough, he is very clearly aware of even the state of his body that he is describing himself, and is unusually calm.

Xiao Yichen thought in his heart that at the moment when his body seemed to have given him a warning, he could still divide his mind and think about such a problem.

"It's said that you should drink more hot tea after the rain, and the cold will enter the body, but it will not be solved in a while," the old shopkeeper can always show up appropriately and make thoughtful moves, just like now.

The hot tea slid down the esophagus into the stomach, and a wave of warmth slowly dispersed, driving away the chill just now.

Xiao Yichen slowly soothed his nerves and was quiet surrounded by warmth.

The old shopkeeper disappeared again, Xiao Yichen's head did not move, staring motionlessly at the hot air rising on the teacup, his mind turned inexplicably, and he came to a conclusion and silently explained it in his heart.

He didn't think he was tired when he sat down here, drank hot tea, and changed his clothes, but when he took the teacup and sat down here, and the deafening sound in his ears was gone, a deep tiredness arose spontaneously, quietly climbing up to his heart and crawling all over his body.

The more you want peace, the more you can't.

Xiao Yichen forced himself not to recall the scenes in the rain as much as possible, and then emptied himself and maintained a blank state.

Just when he was working this matter, the old shopkeeper finally appeared, he always walked over quietly and slowly, holding a few books in his hand, carefully put them on the table, and sat opposite Xiao Yichen again, put the books in the right place, faced Xiao Yichen and said: "Don't think I'm bored here, the only thing to kill time is to read books." ”

Hearing this, even Xiao Yichen, who was still at a loss, couldn't help but show signs of helplessness.

He took the book out of the pile and silently turned the pages. He knew in his heart that such a witty remark was nothing more than the concern of the old shopkeeper.

The warmth seemed to renew in him, just as he was clearly aware of it.

"If you want, you can pick a book and take it." The old shopkeeper suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Raising his head to look at the old shopkeeper, Xiao Yichen did not hide his surprised look, and repeated in disbelief, "Take it?" A copy? ”

After staying in the store for a long time, Xiao Yichen clearly knew the rules of the store, he had read the book so many times, but none of them could take the book back, too......

Thinking of this, Xiao Yichen rarely showed bitterness, the environment of his room, he didn't care about reading books, he was still here honestly, and he was worthy of these books.

"How?" The old shopkeeper raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "One is not enough, and you still want one?" ”

Even though he knew that Xiao Yichen didn't mean this, the old shopkeeper still said it on purpose. He observed Xiao Yichen's every move, and his old face couldn't hide his eyes that lit up at that moment.

Again, he confirmed: "It's not just for you to take it back and read it, but to actually give you a book." The old shopkeeper looked at Xiao Yichen, who was a little dazed, and emphasized, "It's a book that really belongs to you." ”

"Is that good?" Xiao Yichen looked at the old shopkeeper and confirmed that he had not heard it wrong, and the serious look on the old shopkeeper's face was indeed not fake.

His worries, his doubts, were silently dissipated in the old shopkeeper's next actions.

"There's nothing to worry about, as long as you want to, you can do it."

As if the midnight bell was ringing, as if the dust had settled on the verdict in front of the palace, the old shopkeeper pushed the pile of books closer to Xiao Yichen, and his bright eyes were blocked behind the lenses.

"Come on. The choice is yours—"

Needless to say, even before the old shopkeeper's words fell, Xiao Yichen stretched out his hand to rescue an old book from the stack.

The rolled-up yellowed pages looked crumpled like the face of an old man, and the cover was blurred, except for a huge circle barely visible.

"You chose this one." The old shopkeeper said in a deep voice.

Xiao Yichen nodded, and gently opened the original title page, which was also stained with ink spots left over from an unknown era.

He carefully observed the old shopkeeper's expression, and there was an inexplicable vigilance. Admittedly, this book is indeed a little worn, and it looks very old at a glance, but among them, the whole bookstore, there are many books that are older than it, and he doesn't know how many times he has read it when he is in the store.

But this book is the only one, and I have noticed its existence several times, but I always give up silently when I finally want to pick it up. Now the real touch, the paper roll rubs against the fingertips, and the woody and ink fragrance are intertwined, lingering in the nose.

"Okay, since you chose this one, don't regret it-"