Ye Sheng repeated impatiently: "Take a picture of the scene on the street side of Qingping Town." ”

"Oh." Luo Xingyan was on a mission after all, and he didn't say anything.

Throw away the finished popsicle and touch the neck ring around his neck. Soon a small, white dandelion-like camera flew out of it.

Fly to his side and transfer the surrounding scene to the computer.

Luo Xingyan said: "Look, this is the street where you go to Time Bookstore. The streets are either grocery stores that pit money or ridiculously expensive B&Bs. Can you believe the twenty pieces of ice cream I just ate? Twenty bucks! Although I have money, I am not a fool. If you want me to say ......"

Ye Sheng had already turned off the headset and didn't want to listen to this nonsense.

He looked at the scene around Qingping Town. The gray fog in the previous dream was blown away by the wind, revealing a clear and true appearance.

Low, old bungalows, uneven bluestone pavement. The sugar gourds and marshmallows that used to be sold by various stalls on both sides have now become local specialties used by tourist areas to pit tourists. The white walls are very old, and there are many children's graffiti on them.

Turning the corner of the street, there is a restaurant, and next to the hotel is the "Time Bookstore" of the year. Luo Xingyan complained that the merchants here treated people as fools, and at the same time, he went to buy a twenty yuan mung bean popsicle and put it in his mouth.

Ye Sheng looked at this scene and thought darkly, it was because of people like Luo Xingyan that this kind of stupid ice cream that drove up the market price could be sold for so long.

"I've arrived." Luo Xingyan nibbled on ice cream and arrived in front of the old bookstore.

It has now been turned into a B&B, and the name of the B&B is very interesting, "Centennial Covenant".

I have to say that the merchant is also a ghost.

The first floor is completely unrenovated, retaining the original structure of the Time Bookstore, the decayed wooden bookcase is full of old newspapers, old books, and old records bought from what pimple, and the posters on the wall are also movie stars from a hundred years ago, retro and classic everywhere. It doesn't cost a penny yet.

After all, for contemporary young people, "nostalgia" is a fashion.

Seven hundred of the price of 800 a night is paid for feelings.

Luo Xingyan was not short of money, and directly chartered the entire homestay. The proprietress couldn't close her mouth with joy, so she almost called him a relative.

Luo Xingyan asked, "What about the original owner of this bookstore?" ”

The proprietress answered all questions to her relatives: "The original owner went to the city to enjoy his old age." His two sons are both business owners, and no one wants to inherit this old bookstore, so they can only sell it. However, opening a bookstore seems to be the only wish of the old man, I heard that the old man went to the city to be depressed, and the two sons had no choice but to set up a bookstore for him in the city. ”

Luo Xingyan said "oh": "Where did you get the books on your shelves?" ”

The proprietress hesitated for a moment, but still said frankly: "I bought these things casually on the Internet." When the shop was transferred to me, the books were mostly emptied. ”

Luo Xingyan took a bite of the popsicle and nodded.

He walked to the middle of the bookshelf and asked Ye Sheng, "Can you really find the clues of the story king's previous here?" ”

Ye Sheng didn't know, but as long as he thought of the boy's quiet eyes in the dream, he felt weird.

He had an excellent memory, and directed Luo Xingyan to the place where he saw the boy in his dream.

"Luo Xingyan, you go to the front, keep walking, go to the corner of the bookshelf in the fourth row and go in!"

Luo Xingyan said: "What the hell? ”

Luo Xingyan's sense of smell is keen, and he clearly perceives that there is no supernatural value here, and the story king must have never been here since his death!

Can you really find a clue?

But he still followed Ye Sheng's words and went all the way. In order to save decoration costs, the proprietress kept everything as it was.

The wooden windows are open, the dim light from outside shines in, the air floats with visible particles of dust, and next to it is a sea of books and ink, walking here, it seems that time has slowed down.

One, two, three, four...... In the fourth row, he turned in and went inside.

Books are neatly arranged on both sides, tall bookcases cast shadows to cover people, and at the end, there is a corner that is not easy to be found.

Ye Sheng said: "Look for it, there is anything in that corner." ”

"Can you really find something?"

Ye Sheng was silent, and he wasn't sure. However, at that time, the king of stories was indeed holding a schoolbag, not only holding a book in his hand, but also a pen.

Luo Xingyan pinched his nose, bent down, and began to rummage through the pile of debris.

There were a lot of old books piled up here, Luo Xingyan moved a few wooden stools and picked up a few umbrellas. The movements are quick and serious, turning the pages one by one.

Suddenly, a thin piece of paper fell from an old book.

He was stunned, picked up the paper, and found that it was actually a flattened paper airplane, which was used as a bookmark.

Luo Xingyan was surprised, how could someone put bookmarks in the bookstore?

Ye Sheng was stunned and said coldly, "Open it." ”

Luo Xingyan opened the paper.

When Ye Sheng saw the familiar handwriting, his pupils were stunned, his lips pursed, and his whole body tightened.

Luo Xingyan is the same, two feline-like eyes, pupils bundled.

The paper airplane is the same as the grotesque PS handwriting, and the words written crookedly with a pencil are full of childishness and innocence.

From a hundred years ago, a child's diary.

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[Today, I learned a text called "Eavesdropping", and I realized that my behavior was called eavesdropping. However, if I could, I would like to stay in a bookstore for the rest of my life. 】

[I don't want to go to school because the group of people will bully me, they throw my bag into the toilet and stuff snakes in my drawer; I didn't want to go home because my dad would beat people when he drank, he would tear up all my books, and he would burn my mother's letters to me. 】

[It would be nice if people could live in stories for the rest of their lives. Open a book and you can gain a new friend. 】

[But the bookstore owner said that people can't live in stories forever, and he said that sooner or later I will grow up.] 】

[The boss also said that in fact, growing up is not a terrible thing, after all, I have the opportunity to see the real world when I grow up. 】

[I asked the boss, is the real world like the book?] The boss said, yes. 】

[I asked him, will there be the voyeur who stared at people in the second issue of "Night Sailing Boat"? Will there be a family living in the wall in Issue 6? Will there be rift zombies and old men pushing swings? The boss blew his beard and glared angrily, told me to shut up, and asked me if I could think of something else. 】

[I suddenly felt a little embarrassed because I couldn't think of anything else.] The only books I have are magazines that my boss doesn't want, and my textbooks. 】

[Oh, my textbooks.] 】

[So does anyone really cook with acacia flowers?]

What does elm money taste like? What does it taste like duck eggs and 10,000 years of dungeon?

How lifelike it is to be able to swim to the paper.

I want to see war elephants, I want to see impalas, I want to see small aspens. 】

[But when I grow up, will they still be there?] And I, am I still the same person I am now? 】

[The boss said, don't regret it, for everyone, time is rushing water, uncontrollable. 】

So what's the end of time.] 】

[The boss suddenly smiled, he picked up the pen and wrote a line of words on the paper for me in an unfathomable way.] Say, you'll learn this when you get to high school. 】

[What he wrote is that life and death are also important]

The ancients said that life and death are also very important.

[The beginning of time is life, and the end of time is death.] All the loves, hatreds, and stories of human beings are actually between life and death. 】

Turn the page.

It was the little boy who was poor and thin, bullied but still innocent and romantic, and wrote his vows one by one.

[When I grow up, I want to be the king of stories. 】

Chapter 82 Bus No. 13

The immature words written in pencil are shocking. Especially after seeing the dialogue about "Night Sailing Boat", Ye Sheng and Luo Xingyan's expressions froze and became solemn.

Peeping mothers, husbands and wives in the wall, hanging corpses with cracks, and old men swinging on swings - the low-level grotesqueness that the story king wrote when he grew up are all ghost stories he read in "Night Sailing Boat" in his childhood. "Night Sailing Boat"!

Luo Xingyan grinded his teeth secretly, and his pale gold cat's eyes were full of vigilance and vigilance. He planned to bring the paper back to the Bureau of Unnatural Affairs so that it could be investigated.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from nowhere. Pop, wooden windows knock on the walls. The wind entering the window swirled between Luo Xingyan's fingers, obviously so gentle and kind, but Luo Xingyan's face changed greatly in an instant, and he let go of his hand.

The moment he let go, there was a bang, and the wind swept the page out.

Even because of the creases, the diary paper seems to be blown into the shape of a paper airplane in the air. Paper airplanes flutter and flutter, carrying childhood dreams into the sky.

Luo Xingyan's expression was pale, standing in the corner of the bookstore, looking up at the paper airplane dissipating into the sky in the backlight, his hands clenched into fists.

"What's wrong, what's wrong, I just heard a noise, handsome guy, are you looking for something." The proprietress came late and asked questions.

Luo Xingyan loosened his fist, his face was still ugly: "Well, I was catching mice just now, boss, it's time to decorate this floor!" ”

The proprietress was weak and embarrassed, and laughed awkwardly: "How can we have rats here, handsome guy, are you wrong?" ”

Luo Xingyan ignored her and left with a stinky face.

Ye Sheng had already turned off the communication equipment when the paper airplane flew out of the window.

He took off his headset, closed the computer, and when he went out, he saw Cheng Fa guarding the door.

"Do you have a printer here?"

Cheng Fa said: "Yes, what are you going to do with it." ”

Ye Sheng: "Typing, take me over,"

Ye Sheng never forgot it. After reading the text once, he could write it down word for word, and he used the computer to type in the diary of the story king, and then printed ten copies, and took one copy himself.

Cheng Fa was stunned: "What is this?" ”

Ye Sheng: "After Luo Xingyan came back, you asked him." ”

When he left, Ning Weichen also came out of the elevator. When the two looked at each other, Ning Weichen smiled elegantly: "Brother, are you done?" Ye Sheng nodded: "It's done, let's go." ”

Ning Weichen: "Okay." ”

Back in the car, Ye Sheng directly handed the paper in his hand to Ning Weichen, and said quickly and briefly: "This is the diary of the story king found at the old site of the Time Bookstore in Qing'an Town, you can take a look." ”

Ning Weichen lowered his eyes, he took the paper, and after reading the words on it, the corners of his lips slightly hooked a smile: "It seems that the story king has a deep obsession with childhood." ”

Ye Sheng said coldly: "He is not only obsessed with his childhood, but also has a deep obsession with time and life and death. ”

Ning Weichen said with a smile: "The heretics in the seventh section are all people, and only those who have the ultimate emotions in life can give birth to high-level heretics after death. It is inevitable to have obsessions. ”