Volume Poetry Book

"Dad, the Japanese have captured the provincial capital. It's been two days since you came here. If you don't leave, it's really too late!" The eldest son was almost tearfully persuading Zhang Tingjian.

Zhang Tingjian sat on the teacher's chair in the middle of the lobby and looked in front of him: the lobby and the corridor were full of boxes. His three sons, three daughters-in-law, seven grandchildren and two of their sons' concubines, and four old servants who did not want to be sent away stood in the middle and looked at him with expectation. He was still hard. Waving to everyone with his heart: "Let's go!"

"Dad!" The three sons shouted together.

"The 'family treasure' left by your great-grandfather and grandfather is here, how can I leave! How can I be an unworthy descendant of the Zhang family!"

"Dad, it's not that my sons are unfilial. It's really the collection on the first floor. I really can't take them away at this moment!"

"The book is here, I am!"

"Dad, the Japanese are cruel and easy to kill. They kill and set fire where they pass by. Ten rooms are really empty!"

"I know, and those Dongying people hate most are our Chinese scholars. I hate our culture for thousands of years, so the books on this floor are left here, I'm afraid they have to burn them!"

"Then you still..."

Zhang Tingjian sighed, took out a red cloth bag from his arms, opened a few pieces of paper and said, "This is the land deed of the ancestral farm and the house deed here. This is the deed of the house I asked my friend to buy in Shanghai last year - alas, I originally thought that all three of you have read some foreign books and want to send you there to do business. I didn't expect to use it now. Boss, take it and take good care of your brothers.

"Dad, it turns out that you have been..." I have always felt that my father's ruthless son couldn't help blushing.

"Let's go, it's really too late if you don't leave!"

"But how can Dad leave a risk for this waste paper!" The impatient second brother jumped up suddenly, "I'm burning them now. Let's see if you can leave!" With that, he rushed into the kitchen to take out oil bottles and matches, and rushed to the library towering in the courtyard. He came up with great strength, and two brothers and several servants couldn't hold him. He splashed oil upstairs and was about to draw matches.

A black lightning rushed directly to the second brother's wrist. The second brother's wrist was hit hard. He didn't have time to get out of the lighted match and flew far away. He stepped back and sat on the ground. His wrist was already bloody, and his robe was torn open. He covered his face and throat with horror and looked at the attack. Opponents. What attacked him was a big black dog, half tall, fat and strong, with fierce eyes. It pressed its front paws on the second brother, slightly revealing its sharp teeth, as if it was ready to bite down.

"Okay, dog!" Zhang Tingjian shouted.

The black dog obediently let go of the second brother and went back to lie down in the shadow of the library. It put its head on its claws, but its eyes still stared at the people in front of it.

Lao Dalian quickly pulled up the lingering second brother and said to Zhang Tingjian with a smile, "It's really right for Dad to save this dog back, but this beast also knows how to be grateful."

"Well, you don't have to talk about it." Zhang Tingjian sneered, "I didn't expect that our family's calligraphy has produced descendants who want to burn books like this! Get out of here!" With that, he shook his hand and went back alone.

Several sons began to complain about the second brother's recklessness, and several women began to argue, but they finally failed to convince Zhang Tingjian. The next morning, the children and grandchildren had to leave their stubborn father and embark on a journey to escape the war...

Zhang's mansion, which is usually crowded with several descendants and dozens of servants, suddenly became empty. Zhang Tingjian kept looking at the disappearance of his children's carriage before turning back. He ordered the only old servant who accompanied him to make a cup of tea. He sighed and walked slowly to the library.

Zhang Tingjian's grandfather once worked as Hanlin. After resigning and returning from his hometown, he built this library for the pleasure of books. Zhang Tingjian's father and Zhang Tingjian are also obsessed with books. They have always regarded the operation of this library as a lifelong career, so although it is not a well-known library, it does gather the three of the Zhang family. The painstaking efforts of others.

Zhang Tingjian looked up at the three-story masonry building for a while, walked in slowly, picked up a few books, turned over a few pages, put them down, and walked back to the courtyard.

When the black dog saw him enter the building, he stood up and looked at him seriously.

This black dog was picked up by Zhang Tingjian half a year ago.

That morning, Zhang Tingjian walked along the path in the woods near his home as usual. He heard a sound in the woods and casually looked over, but saw a terrible scene: the bodies of more than a dozen wild dogs were lying on the grass, with blood stains on the grass, on the ground and trees, and the heads of several dogs were torn off. Come on, some of them have incomplete limbs, their internal organs have turned out, and each dog's teeth and claws are stained with blood. Obviously, the dogs fought with each other and bit each other like this. Zhang Tingjian dared to check and found that one of the dogs was still alive. It was a black dog, huge and full of blood. When Zhang Tingjian found it, he still had half the head of the other dog in his mouth. Zhang Tingjian felt compassion for a moment and called someone to carry it back home. When he looked at the black dog, although it could not move but was still full of murderousness, he couldn't help thinking, were those dead dogs bitten to death by it one by one? However, at that time, the black dog was dying, and there were no wounds all over his body. Zhang Tingjian ordered someone to treat and recuperate him for more than half a month before bringing it back to life.

After being injured, the black dog looks more terrible, fierce and fierce, and there is always a cold light in his eyes. But people have found that this dog can't bark. Everyone has never seen or heard that dogs are mute, but the dog has never made any sound from its mouth. Coupled with its silent steps, it is like a sliding ghost when walking in the courtyard, not only children watching It will cry in horror, even the servants will walk around it, and none of the other livestock dares to approach it within ten steps. However, the black dog's temperament is still tame, as if he knows who his lifesavior is. He has been obedient to Zhang Tingjian. After recovering from his injury, he began to faithfully guard the library for him. From then on, except for Zhang Tingjian himself, even the servant who entered the cleaning had to be "yes" to him by Zhang Tingjian. Step into this building.

"Dog," Zhang Tingjian shouted, and the black dog immediately ran over - because no one named it, it was always called "dog".

"Dog," Zhang Tingjian stroked the dog's head. He had never treated the dog like this. The dog seemed to want to dodge, but he still accepted his caress with an arrogant gesture. All the people have left, but I won't leave. These books are the painstaking efforts of my grandfather, father and myself all my life, and I will never leave them behind. If the Japanese want to come, let them come. I want to coexist with these books! But dog, you'd better go. You may find a way to live by yourself. You don't have to wait here to die.

The dog slowly looked up at him.

"I have raised you for more than half a year. Although you are a mute dog, I always feel that you are humane. You have worked hard to guard this building for me these days. Now you can go.

The dog didn't know whether he understood or not. He actually stood up and walked to the gate. He took a few steps and looked back at Zhang Tingjian.

Zhang Tingjian waved his hand: "Let's go! Go! I don't want you anymore. Find a way to make a living by yourself!"

The dog turned around and walked out of the door and disappeared into the grass without turning back.

When the Japanese soldiers rushed into the courtyard, Zhang Tingjian sat on a teacher's chair in the middle of the courtyard and looked at them steadily - he even sent the last old servant and dog away just to face this moment and look at the menacing Japanese soldiers with live ammunition. He raised his eyebrows: "You can kill me, an old man. , burned my book! But have you finished killing the Chinese? Have you burned up the 5,000-year civilization of the Chinese nation? The country of barbarism! What kind of climate can it be! Even if I die, I will open my eyes and wait for you to end!"

Although the Japanese soldiers can't understand his words, his attitude and momentum are enough to provoke their killing. One of the Japanese soldiers did not hesitate to raise his gun and aimed at Zhang Tingjian and fired a shot. While he was shooting, a dark shadow jumped out of the side and jumped on the soldier's body. The bullet that should have hit Zhang Tingjian's heart brushed his shoulder. Zhang Tingjian fell to the ground with a chair and only broke his forehead, but when he covered his head and struggled from the ground, he saw the Japanese who shot. The soldier fell to the ground by the shadow, but never got up again.

The Japanese and Zhang Tingjian present saw clearly that the soldier was a big black dog. The soldier had been bitten off by his throat. Although his limbs were still twitching, he couldn't survive.

Zhang Tingjian blurted out: "Dog!"

The dog's mouth was full of blood. He raised his head and looked at the Japanese soldiers. His eyes were full of a mockery that should not belong to animals, and there seemed to be a sneer at the corners of his mouth.

The Japanese soldiers shot at it together, and the dog ran towards them with the sound of gunfire and bullets. In the process of running, the Japanese soldiers vaguely felt that something had happened to it. When it came to the nearest soldier, it was no longer a dog, but a long The monster with hair, fangs and claws, the Japanese soldier who had no time to dodge was grabbed in his hand like a chicken. It shook its head, several bullet shells fell to the ground, and then waved its claws, and a beating heart was held in its hand. It casually threw the soldier's body to the ground, raised the heart to its mouth and bit it, licked the blood on its lips, looked at the remaining Japanese soldiers, and said in a very soft voice, "Japanese, it looks delicious."

Although no one understands Chinese, the remaining Japanese soldiers somehow understand what it means, "ah"

I don't know who screamed first, and all the Japanese soldiers began to turn around and flee out of the door. No matter how brave and invincible they are when they kill civilians, they will still choose to escape in the face of unexplained and incomprehensible things. When they stepped on the steps of the gate, the two scarlet gates slowly closed in front of them. The long-haired and clawed monster stood in front of them at some point, licking their bloody claws and looking at them with a cold smile...

Zhang Tingjian fainted when he saw the monster chewing slowly with the heart, but in the haze, he heard a clear voice in his ear saying, "You saved my life, and I have reciproved you..." When he woke up, the courtyard was empty, no Japanese soldiers, blood, and no monster. , and the big black dog that can't bark never came back...

Against the backdrop of the surrounding buildings, the small building in front of us is getting older and older, and even the wooden doors and windows emit a smell of corruption. Zhang Qian walked to the building and reached out to push the door. The door was firmly locked by seven locks and did not move. Zhang Qian sat down on the steps in front of the door and looked at the three-story house not far away. Is the dispute in the room still going on? Zhang Qian thought casually. She is not interested in the quarrels of her relatives. Her interest lies in how to see the true face of the books on the first floor behind her.

The small building behind Zhang Qian is a library. It is said that Zhang Qian's great-grandfather's great-grandfather was Hanlin of the Qing Dynasty. After he resigned and returned to his hometown, he built this small building to collect books. It has been passed down to Zhang Qian's great-grandfather Zhang Sixian's generation for more than a hundred years. Although this library is not a well-known place, the types of books in the building Zhang Qian has always been proud of its richness. However, after the great-grandfather died half a month ago at the age of 87, the history of this library seems to end here.

Uncle said something in his high voice, which spread from the front house to Zhang Qian's ears. Zhang Qian smiled helplessly.

After his great-grandfather died, 40 or 50 of his descendants came to mourn. At the end of the funeral, everyone's attention was still focused on the land where the house was located. The land already located in the downtown area was indeed valuable, but everyone soon realized that the great-grandfather had a more valuable heritage - the collection on the first floor, there were quite a few rare books from the Qing Dynasty, and even the Ming version. According to a rough estimate, the combined value of these precious books is much more expensive than land. After understanding this, the relatives locked the library firmly and began a protracted dispute over the ownership of the books. Zhang Qian has had the desire to study in the building since she was a child, but her great-grandfather did not allow anyone, including her descendants, to step into the building. Now that her great-grandfather has passed away and her relatives have locked the building more firmly, Zhang Qian can only sigh. When the door of the building opened and Zhang Qian saw it, it was probably that the rare books in the building were sold out. Are other books separated? Zhang Qian patted Louzhu with her hand and sighed, "The library, the library, although I am a descendant of the Zhang family, it seems that I have nothing to do with you after all."

"Dad," there was a soft sound from the building, as if something had landed.

Zhang Qian put her eyes to the crack of the window to see. Under the dim light of the building, it seemed that a figure flashed to the second floor.

"There is someone in the building!" Zhang Qian was shocked. Recently, due to the property competition of the descendants of the Zhang family, the news that this originally unnoticed library had rare books has spread to the public. For this reason, relatives also hired several security guards day and night, adding seven locks to each family to hold one of the keys, and even the people of their own family could not enter alone. How can there be anyone in the building now? Zhang Qian looked around, climbed up a railing neatly, grabbed the pillar and jumped up. The moment she jumped up, she finally saw the inside: the library was full of rows of shelves, and it was lined up sideways to prevent direct sunlight. At a glance, the whole floor was absolutely empty, and there would be no one in it. Zhang Qian hurriedly looked at the first floor again, and there was no one. The stairs are old-fashioned wooden stairs, straight up and down. If someone stands on it, they can't see it. Zhang Qian grabbed her head and said, "Am I dazzle?"

"Xiaoqian! What are you doing? It's time to eat!" It was Zhang Yuezhong who shouted and ran over, Zhang Qian's distant cousin.

Zhang Qian curled her lips: "I said don't call me 'Xiaoqian', like a female ghost."

Zhang Yuezhong laughed and said, "You are not Nie!" He patted Zhang Qian's head and asked, "What were you doing just now?" Jumping up and down. You'd better not think about those books, or those people will... He wiped his neck.

Zhang Qian said disdainfully, "I'm not a money fan." She decided to hide what had just happened so as not to be teased by him.

Although Zhang Qian's father and Zhang Yuezhong's father were attached to their own interests in this inheritance competition, this did not affect the feelings of their cousins. They grew up together and became closer to their own brothers and sisters. Zhang Yuezhong put Zhang Qian's shoulder and asked with a smile, "You still remember the books on this floor!" Did you forget that you wanted to sneak in when you were a child and were hit by your great-grandfather?

"You can try to get a crutch and never forget it!" Zhang Qianbai glanced at him.

"It's just a room of paper. I really don't understand what's interesting? What's the dispute?" Zhang Yuezhong sighed.

"For me, there is no competition, but it's really interesting!"

The two brothers and sisters laughed and walked to the residential building together.

Because there are too many people staying here to eat, they have to be divided into two tables. On the big table are elders, Zhang Qian, Zhang Yuezhong and other young people sitting on the small table next to them. On the big table, there are Zhang Qian's father Zhang Aiguo, Zhang Yuezhong's father Zhang Weidong and Zhang Qian's uncles, an aunt, and on the small table there are five cousins in addition to Zhang Qian and Zhang Yuezhong. The atmosphere at the dinner table was very silent. Even the brothers and sisters who usually met and talked and laughed did not talk to each other. They just paid attention to the food in front of them.

Zhang Yuezhong suddenly leaned over Zhang Qian's ear and whispered, "Do you think everyone will have stomach problems if they eat like this every day?"

Zhang Qian laughed out loud.

The eyes of the people on both tables immediately gathered on her. Zhang Qian spit out her tongue, put her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, and walked out of the room.

"Why?" Zhang Qian shook her head and walked to the library. Relatives were unwilling to get the ownership of the library, but Zhang Qian was unwilling to see these books. Zhang Qian has liked reading and writing since she was a child. Now as a student of S University, she has published two collections of essays. She is a well-known "student writer" in school. All the manuscript fees she received are used to buy books, but she has such a library in her family, but she is unwilling to enter. Think about it.

Zhang Qian walked around the library, but she could only be in a daze on the steps.

"Bum! Suddenly, there was a sound of knocking on the glass.

Zhang Qian looked around but didn't see anyone.

"Here, cough, look back!" A man's voice came.

As soon as Zhang Qian turned around, a young man was greeting her with a smile in the library: "Hey, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Zhang Qian looked at him in astonishment, "Should I ask this sentence?" Who are you? How did you get in? What are you going to do?"

The man lay on the window sill with his arms on his head, so Zhang Qian could only see his eyes. After listening to Zhang Qian's words, she sneered and asked, "Do you want to come in?"

Zhang Qian looked at the door that was still locked and couldn't help asking again, "How did you get in?"

He jumped and stood up straight, made a gesture to Zhang Qian and asked her to follow him and walk to the east side of the building. Zhang Qian hurriedly followed him from the outside. The east side of the building is only one meter away from the outer wall as high as three meters high. There is no door and no window. Zhang Qian stood in front of the small corridor, but saw the man gestured in the building again and asked her to turn around. She walked into the corridor puzzledly and heard a soft sound. A secret door opened on the east wall as shown in movies and TV. The man stretched out his head and waved his hand to her.

Zhang Qian walked in, and the man closed the dark door again and looked at her with a smile. This is a 23- or four-year-old young man, tall and very handsome. He has long hair, wears a denim suit, a unique silver jewelry around his neck, and a big silver ring on his fingers. A fashionable dress is placed together with this ancient and dark library. He is very awkward. The book was put on the bookshelf and asked, "I always see you wandering around these days. What can I do for you?"

"I think... you should say who you are first? What are you doing here? Otherwise, I will call the police!" Zhang Qian threatened with a straight face that everything was strange about this strange young man and the secret door that his family didn't know.

"I'm cleaning and tidying up. Can't you see it?" The young man carefully dusted the bookshelf and said.

Zhang Qian noticed that the building was so neat and clean. On the bookshelf and cupboard, the window sill is spotless, all the books are neat and tidy, the square bricks on the ground can't even see dust in the cracks, and the stair railings are even more polished. The building has been locked for half a month since my great-grandfather died. Normally, even if it is not covered with dust, it will not be so clean. Is it all cleaned by this person?

"Why are you cleaning here?"

"Old Zhang is dead, and no one cares here. What should I do if I don't clean it?" The young man began to complain, "In the past, it was enough to come once a week, but now some people come to look for books, some people come to estimate, and a large group of people, which makes a mess, and I don't want to think how hard the cleaning people are! How much time did I waste when I came here every day? Do you know how precious time is? If you clean for an hour a day, ten days is ten hours, twenty days is twenty hours, and thirty days is... How many other things can I do with this time..."

"Are you a friend of your great-grandfather?" Zhang Qian couldn't help shouting out.

The young man shrugged his shoulders and skillfully inserted several books that had been pulled out and put back on the original shelf. He only glanced at the title of the book and found out where it should be divided without thinking. Obviously, he was not familiar with the book here.

"Do you really come every day?" Zhang Qian still can't believe it.

"Come every day." He curled his lips and said, "You think I'm willing to come, isn't it because you promised him?"

Zhang Qian looked at such a large building and sorted out tens of thousands of books by himself. She couldn't help admiring and praised, "That's really difficult for you."

"Of course, that's me, if I change someone else..." He said complaedly, "Yes, my name is Liu Di. How about you? I know every descendant of the Zhang family. I will know who you are when you say your name.

"Really?" Zhang Qian didn't believe it, "My name is Zhang Qian."

"Zhang Aiguo's daughter, Zhang Tong's granddaughter, isn't it?" Liu Di immediately recited her family tree.

"You really know!" Zhang Qian opened her mouth wide and said, "It seems that you must be a person my great-grandfather is very familiar with. He must have told you a lot about my family."

"What's more," Liu Di hooked his finger at her, "Come on."

He went straight to the second floor, jumped, took out a key from the carved edge of a pillar, and opened a large mahogany cabinet. The cabinet is full of thread-packed books wrapped in box and wrapped in red silk, some of which are even handwritten books. Even people who have not studied the collection of ancient books can see their value. Liu Di pulled out a box of these books and finally took out a box and handed it to Zhang Qian and said, "Open it."

Zhang Qian opened the box puzzledly, and two covers appeared in front of her that she was most familiar with. "This is..."

"When that old guy heard that you became a writer, he couldn't sleep excitedly. He ran out to buy these two books in person, put them in this cabinet dedicated to rare books, and said something about 'Zhang's fourth generation of books, and today they finally have books written by Zhang's descendants themselves', and he almost burst into tears. You are his pride. ."

Zhang Qian took a deep breath and couldn't help letting tears fall down. In her memory, her great-grandfather was an "old man", an old, slow and serious man who didn't say a word all day long. Once others approached his books and beat people with their sticks, she didn't talk to him several times. She even thought that he didn't recognize himself at all among so many descendants, but she didn't expect... Zhang Qian held With that box, all kinds of feelings were mixed for a while.

"Xiaoqian...Xiaoqian...where are you?"

Zhang Qian suddenly raised her head: It was Zhang Yuezhong looking for her. In case this guy knows about Liu Di and the secret door, she is guaranteed that "everyone on earth will know" in less than ten minutes. She is unwilling to add trouble to Liu Di - although he appears here of unknown origin, Zhang Qian does not feel that he can be trusted. She whispered to Liu Di, "My cousin came to see me. I'm leaving. Don't worry, I won't tell you and the secret door."

Liu Di asked with a strange expression, "Is he calling you?"

"Yes, he is my cousin Zhang Yuezhong - have you heard of him? He is a national table tennis player. Zhang Qian is very proud of this.

"Xiaoqian! Hahahaha..." Liu Di didn't listen to her words at all and laughed presumptuously, "Xiaoqian, hahahaha, why do you call it that!" His voice was so loud that Zhang Qian was afraid that people would hear it, and she was embarrassed that her name was called like this. She picked up a book and covered it in her mouth. Xiaoqian, coo coo..." Liu Di also insisted on laughing like this, but made a strange sound. Zhang Qian heard Zhang Yuezhong's voice getting closer and closer, so she had to put down the book and run downstairs. Before leaving, she looked back. Liu Di bent down and held the bookcase, still laughing.

"Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian!"

"What are you doing!" Zhang Qian came out as if nothing had happened, "I've said it a thousand times. Don't call me that!"

"You're really here," Zhang Yuezhong ran over and said, "My father and they found another antique dealer to see the goods. I'm afraid that you will be seen and scolded here to tell you."

"Another one!" Zhang Qian sighed. There have been more than a dozen years before and after. At what price do they have to sell the book to be satisfied? This time, it's going to turn over again, making a mess inside. Tomorrow Liu Di has to do it again... Oh no, Liu Di is still in it, and it's bad if they find it! Zhang Qian was thinking about how to inform Liu Di to hide. The elders had led the two businessmen over. Everyone took out their keys and opened the locks they had added. The group of people walked into the building. Zhang Qian couldn't help covering their mouths and waiting for them to see Liu Di.

One second, ten seconds, one minute, five minutes... Those people have gone upstairs, but nothing happened.

"When did he leave?" Zhang Qian couldn't help but be surprised.

"What?" Zhang Yuezhong looked at her inexplicably.

"No," Zhang Qian quickly opened her words and said with a wry smile, "I'm thinking that these books will be unlucky again."

Zhang Yuezhong took a racket and insisted on teaching Zhang Qian to hit the ball on the wall in the yard. Zhang Qian is not interested in sports. Just sitting on the stone bench and watching him fight. Zhang Yuezhong hits the ball by himself on the wall. The standard movements of excellent athletes always seem to have a sense of art, which makes people very comfortable.

"...two thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven, two thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight, two thousand ninenine, three thousand!" Zhang Yuezhong shouted, "Plap" and hit the ball out, took it in his hand, wiped his sweat, threw the ball up and down in his hand and asked, "Isn't it cool?"

Zhang Qian was about to answer him, but she saw the group come out and talking about something. "The Song version of Mengxi Pen Talk should at least..." "I'm afraid the first version of "The Scream" is also..." "The handwritten "Stone Story" is very rare..." While walking past their brother and sister.

Zhang Yuezhong threw away the beat and said in a loud voice that everyone could hear, "It's really disappointing!"

The elders' scolding eyes did not move him at all, while Zhang Qian sat there with her hands on her cheeks as if she had nothing to do with her own. The elders sent the guests out of the door and turned back to blame the two unscure children. Zhang Yuezhong straightened his neck and wanted to talk back. There was a world noise outside the door, followed by a scream.

The people of the Zhang family rushed out one after another. Everyone saw such a situation: the two antique merchants' cars had just started, and before they started, a cement telegraph pole that was originally standing on the roadside fell on it, smashing a big pit on the roof of the car, and the hanging wires flashed blue and white sparks, and the car started The machine is still ringing, making a "buzzing" sound, but the people in the car don't know whether they are dead or alive. Everything is like a scene in a thrilling movie.

Some passers-by were in a daze and some were screaming. Zhang Yuezhong was the first to rush up and shouted at his father first: "Call the police! Call an ambulance!" Then use a wooden stick to carefully open the wires and forcefully open the deformed door. He dragged out the two people in the car with several passers-by who came to help. It was not until he saw the two injured being carried into the ambulance that he walked back to Zhang Qian. He bent down, lowered his head, pressed his hands on his knees, and took a breath.

"How are they?" Zhang Qian asked in a hurry.

"It seems that you can't die, but it's enough," Zhang Yuezhong drew, "one hand was broken, and the other's face was covered with blood."

"How can a good end pole fall down! However, they parked the car there..." Zhang Qian sighed. She looked over there, surrounded by people watching the fallen telegraph pole and the smashed car. The police were trying to maintain order. For a moment, Zhang Qian seemed to see the tall Liu Di also standing there, but it disappeared when she looked carefully.

"I think there is some mysterious power protecting our library!" After dinner, Zhang Yuezhong talked about that with Zhang Qian again, "Do you know that our great-grandfather's father came here during the Japanese invasion of China..."

"Great-grandfather's father...great-great-grandfather, right?" Zhang Qian pulled her finger and said, "It's so far away."

"It's our great-great-grandfather," Zhang Yuezhong said of the "Gu" he heard from his elders. "At that time, he sent away all his descendants and servants and stayed here to prepare to coexist with the collection of books. When the Japanese rushed in, he sat in front of the building without fear. As a result, the Japanese did not dare to touch him and his books. Later, the library was passed to our great-grandfather. Just in time for the Cultural Revolution, the young generals of the Red Guards rushed in and wanted to burn books and demolish the building. The great-grandfather rushed out with a crutch and beat the Red Guards. As a result, they still saved the books and buildings until the end of the Cultural Revolution. So many antiques and ancient books were destroyed in ten years of catastrophe. We It's still okay here. Think about it, our ancestors have made so much effort for this building. Will they be willing to be sold by their unworthy descendants like this? So..." "You said there were ghosts stopping them from buying these books? It's still our great-great-grandfather and great-grandfather..." Zhang Qian grinned at him and slapped him on the head hard. "If you want to make up stories to scare people, don't make up your ancestors!"

"I'm not scaring you!" Zhang Yuezhong covered his head and shouted, "Do you know how many merchants these two are to see the goods today?"

"There are several pulls every day, who knows!"

"I knew you didn't care about this all the time. I must not know." Zhang Yuezhong said mysteriously, "Let me tell you, although there are many businessmen these days, only four of them are satisfied with the real price of our old men. This afternoon, there are one, and the other three: one fell down the stairs after talking and is still lying in the hospital; one was blown down by the wind while walking. The shop sign was hit and is still in a coma; the other was caught as a hostage by the robber while shopping. Although he was rescued, he was scared to have a nervous breakdown and went to recuperate. Well, there is no good end!"

"What a coincidence..."

"Is it really just a coincidence?" Zhang Yuezhong said, "The ancestors have kept the collection for several generations. Now they not only have to sell it, but also quarrel there every day for more people. If there is really a spirit in the sky, they can't close their eyes."

Zhang Qian held her knees in her hands, put her head on her knees, looked at Zhang Yuezhong and said, "Why don't you tell Dad that this building should be preserved?"

Zhang Yuezhong was silent for a moment and said, "Who will take care of it?" Who in our family can do it to spend a lifetime like their great-grandfathers and take care of it regardless of life and death?

“......”

"Don't look at me, I still have to play basketball! And I have been most afraid of reading since I was a child. When I read a book, I want to sleep. Even when I can't sleep, I will fall asleep immediately... Imagine reading... Snoring... Snoring..."

"Yuezhong, Yuezhong?" Zhang Qian reached out and pushed him and couldn't help smiling bitterly: "I'm really asleep. It's too exaggerated!" Her eyes moved to the library building outside the window, and her smile gradually disappeared...

The quarrel downstairs is getting more and more fierce, and it is difficult for Zhang Qian to pretend to be asleep. The cousin who slept in the same room with her probably was probably the same as her. She had been awakened by the quarrel for a long time, right? But like Zhang Qian, she pretended to be asleep. The cousin who used to have a good relationship always took out her salary to buy books for Zhang Qian. Since her father and Zhang Qian's father had a big quarrel over the inheritance, she has never talked to Zhang Qian.

"Da Ya has not been written for a long time, who will be in my decline? Wang Feng..." Zhang Qian picked up the longest poem in her heart to recite, trying not to listen to the quarrel downstairs.

"I don't look at your own virtue! With this, you can be superior with money!"

"Your virtue is good! The things behind it are thought that others don't know!"

"Wow!" The sound of the cup breaking.

"... beautiful is not enough. The sundae is restored to ancient times, and the clothes are expensive and halal..." Zhang Qian's back is getting faster and faster.

"I'm always better than people who don't recognize me for money! Some people don't know what they will do when they have money!"

"What are you arguing about! Let's see what time it is! Let others hear jokes!"

"Hypocrite! It's not your turn to speak!"

"Qinhuang swept Liuhe and looked at Xiong? Waving the sword to solve the floating clouds, the princes came to the west..." Zhang Qian muttered her voice.

"I won't quarrel with you! Money is originally something outside the body, but we are all the descendants of the Zhang family. If you want to divide it, it will be fair, otherwise it's better not to divide it!"

"Speaking of Qinggao! It's not for money!"

"... Zhuyu buys songs and laughs, and raises talents. Only know that the yellow crane lifts and wanders alone for thousands of miles... That's enough!" Zhang Qian finally couldn't help sitting up from ** and wiped the tears flowing from her eyes - the ugliness of her father and relatives reminded her of the uneven and infighting thieves, and the loudest among them was her father, which made her even more unbearable. She pushed up, opened the door and walked out.

Near midnight, a few sparse stars in the sky were accompanied by a hanging moon. The wind blew by, and the courtyard was quite cold. Imagine that my great-grandfather was reading in such a cold moon or under the lamp, or sleeping with the fragrance of books. Perhaps the years when he guarded the books were not so boring and lonely, at least he didn't have to be disturbed by secular desires.

Zhang Qian walked around the library, saw that there was no one around, and quickly slipped into the corridor. "Remember that the secret door is here. I'm just going in to read a book, not stealing anything. Shouldn't it be a problem? While making excuses for his behavior, he groped upstairs with his hands.

"Xiaoqian." One hand rested on her shoulder.

"Ah~~~" In the dead of night, this kind of thing was very scary. Zhang Qian turned around with a scream, but saw Liu Di standing behind him with a malicious smile. Zhang Qian said with a straight face, "You're laughing at my name again!"

"No..." Liu Di took off and replied in a long voice, "You are not surnamed Nie anyway..."

"Humph..."

"Don't you want to come in? Come on." Liu Di easily opened the secret door and asked her to go in. "Hurry up, don't let anyone see it."

As Zhang Qian expected, the bookshelves were turned over, and the valuable books were fine. Those ordinary books that were not rare books were lost everywhere, and some were even got to the ground. Zhang Qian looked at Liu Di apologetically. It's right that the library was the Zhang family, but Liu Di paid more for it than anyone else in the Zhang family, more like her relatives had violated Liu Di's things. Liu Di looked surprised and immediately rolled up his sleeves and began to clean.

Zhang Qian looked at him and couldn't help asking, "Why do you come at night? Have you helped my great-grandfather clean this place for many years?

"I can't come tomorrow. Do I have to clean it like this? How many years have you been cleaning here? Many years..." Liu Di said exaggeratedly, "I'll calculate, well, it's been six or seventy years!"

"Really..." Zhang Qian felt that Liu Di looked like that kind of new human, not the person who should clean the library here, and asked, "Then you must like reading very much?"

"No, I don't read books," Liu said. "I like reading people. People are better than books! Do you believe that sometimes a book can't be finished with a person's idea?

"...very philosophical..."

Philosophy? Haha..." Liu Di began to laugh exaggeratedly again.

"Can I read the books here?"

"Of course, this is your book. Why do you ask me? But you can't take it away. No one can take the books out here.

"I know - this is the ancestral motto of our family." What Zhang Qian said was gloomy. Who still cares about this ancestral precept of the Zhang family now? On the contrary, Liu Di, an outsider, remembers it well.

After Liu finished speaking, he turned on a lamp for her. Zhang Qian found that the design of the lamp was very clever. Although there was enough light, she could not see it from outside the building.

Zhang Qian leaned on the cupboard and read quietly. Liu Di was cleaning up beside him. Time passed slowly in the small building. When Zhang Qian, who was completely immersed in the book, came back, the sky was slightly bright. She rubbed her eyes, put down the book, and looked up and saw Liu Di sitting on a cupboard looking at herself. She said apologetically, "You clean up. It's over. Did I delay you going back?

Liu Di shrugged his shoulders: "You like reading very much."

Zhang Qian carefully put the book back on the shelf and said, "Family inheritance."

"Heredity? You are the only one who inherited it. None of the others came in to 'see' the book.

"Do you believe that my father actually loves reading. He can't sleep without reading all day. Several of my elders are like this. I remember that when I was a child, they often got together to discuss Hu Shi, Lu Xun, contradictions, Zola. I would like to read, which was also influenced by them.

Liu looked at her with his head tilted.

"You don't believe it! There is a reason why they want to sell these books now. Zhang Qian explained.

"Buy a house, buy a car, go abroad, drive a company..." Liu Di stretched out his legs, pressed his hands on the cupboard between his legs, collapsed forward, and said slowly.

Zhang Qian doesn't know how much Liu Di knows about his family. He even knows the purpose of each family after selling books and getting money. After hearing Liu Di's complaints about selling books, she said, "You have put so much effort into these books, you must be very reluctant to part with them, right?"

Liu Di waved his hand: "I can't bear it! Sell early and clean, so that I don't have to serve them every day.

Zhang Qian sat down opposite him and said, "It's not a glorious matter to sell the collection of ancestors. My cousin Yuezhong is also angry about this."

"Your cousin? The one who looked for you yesterday? Hahahaha... (I accidentally remembered the name "Xiaoqian")

Zhang Qianbai glanced at him and said, "Yes, he is very opposed to selling his ancestors' efforts for money."

"Try him to take care of this building book!" Liu Di enthusiastically suggested that he really wanted to leave the building to others to take care of it.

"He? It's better to tell him to die than to keep him in front of the book all day. The genetic factors of the Zhang family really mutated when they came to him.

Liu Di suddenly lowered his head, sighed, and asked from his fingers, "What about you? You like books so much, how about giving them to you?

"Me? With so many elders, it's not my turn to speak, right?

Liu looked at her with a smile.

"Anyway..." Zhang Qian was about to say something more. She looked at her watch and stopped and said, "It's almost six o'clock. If you don't leave, my father and others will find you. Why don't you leave?"

"I'm leaving right away." Liu Di looked at her with a smile and said, "See you another day."

"See you another day!" Zhang Qian left in a hurry.

"She... can?" Liu Di was still sitting there and asked himself to a room of books, as if they could understand, "What do you think of her? If she can't do it, there's nothing I can do..."

"When will there be a result!" Zhang Weiguo roared and pointed to Zhang Weidong's nose and asked, "I'm not as rich and powerful as you! I'll wait for the money to save my life! You asked me to find a buyer. What's going on now!"

"You also saw yesterday's accident! Who can be blamed for this? What's the use of your hurry!"

"Anyway, I don't care so many of you! If you can't see the money on the 4th, divide the book. Give me the book I deserve and deal with it myself." After he finished speaking, he slammed the door and left.

No one could eat a good meal because he made such a disturbance. Zhang Qian put down her chopsticks and heard a cousin next to her ask, "What's wrong with the fourth uncle?" Suddenly nervous."

Zhang Yuezhong's "big mouth" immediately rushed to answer: "You don't know. He is obsessed with gambling. He not only lost his factory, but also owes a lot of debt. He is really waiting for this money to save his life!"

"Hmm... prodigal son!" The cousin said disdainfully.

Zhang Qian bowed her head and smiled bitterly - isn't selling the painstaking efforts of her ancestors a loser? Is it more complete defeat? Hearing from his father, they have already discussed: Can you find a buyer within a week? If you can't find it, you can't divide the book? How to divide it if it has to be separated? Do you need to notarize...

The sky has been gloomy since morning, and the air is full of dampness before the summer thunderstorm. The library also looks particularly dark. Zhang Qian held a book in her hand but couldn't read it at all. She said quietly, "Yesterday afternoon, my fourth uncle had a car accident. If it weren't for the good heart of a passing taxi driver, he If he is sent to the hospital, I'm afraid he will die.

"Real? He's lucky." Even if Liu Di's expression is not gloating, at least it is not a sign of sympathy.

"...I feel very scared... You know, recently, the businessmen who came to buy books have all gone wrong, and my fourth uncle just said that he wanted to separate the books... Yue Zhong said that the souls of his ancestors were punishing these people who wanted to buy and sell books. Although I don't believe this,... a series of things happened... You With such a wide road, how can a good car drive under the bridge!"

"He drank a bar?"

"He had dinner with us."

"Otherwise, I was distracted by thinking about money. The brakes failed, and a car rushed over... Is it a traffic accident? It often happens." Liu's underground conclusion.

"What if... what if Yue Zhong guessed is true?" The girl was always timid and shivered as she said, "My father has always supported selling books. If it goes on like this, maybe one day it will be his turn... It's terrible!"

"Impossible!" Liu Diyi said solemnly, "How can there be such a thing as ghosts in the world? In what era do you still believe in these strange and chaotic things? We are all highly educated people. Don't we understand that ghosts and monsters don't exist at all? We should believe in science!" As soon as his words fell, thunder suddenly came from the window, shaking the window door slightly, and a few flashes cut through the sky.

Zhang Qian was shocked by the sudden thunder and screamed.

Liu Di looked out of the window and muttered to himself, "It's just a little lie, so that you won't be struck by lightning..."

The thunder is like a signal. After half an afternoon of cloudy, the sky finally began to rain, and the library, which was already poorly lit, is now darker. Rows of bookshelves and bookcases reveal a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere. Zhang Qian's three points of worry in her heart were rendered seven points by such an atmosphere and said uneasily, "But even my fourth uncle has an accident. Why don't you worry about my father?"

Liu stood by the window and looked out of the window and said, "It's better to persuade him not to sell these books, and it will be all right."

Zhang Qian said with a wry smile, "How is that possible? He needs the money to set up his own company.

"It's useless to worry so much."

For the first time in recent days, Zhang Qian saw Liu Di standing straight. It was like a silhouette by the dark window, and a flash lit half of his face... When she had seen such a scene, Zhang Qian frowned and felt familiar since she saw Liu Di. When exactly... "When did we meet?"

Liu Di's eyes jumped - for the second time, his spell to eliminate memory actually failed Zhang Qian twice.

"I always feel that I have seen you," Zhang Qian knocked her head with her hand, " but I just can't remember."

"How is that possible?" Liu Di walked to Zhang Qian and pointed to his face and said shamelessly, "How can you forget a handsome man like me? I have never been forgotten by a woman!" Don't damage my reputation casually."

Zhang Qian simply doesn't believe that he can be so thick-skinned, but what he said is also very reasonable. If she has seen such a handsome person as him before, it will be difficult for her to forget.

"Oh, I remember!" Liu Di suddenly shouted, "That was in the previous life, under the pier of the small bridge, on the bank of Yangliu, Xiaofeng Canyue, you hold my hand..." He closed his eyes and approached Zhang Qian with an intoxicated look. "Ah, your eyes were as gentle as water at that time..."

"Shut up, it's disgusting!" Zhang Qian couldn't help covering her ears and screaming.

Liu Di opened her eyes and laughed, and Zhang Qian couldn't help laughing with him.

"Bearby the way, do you want to go to 'watch people' with me?" Liu Di suddenly asked.

"Look at people?"

"Look at people, people are better than books!" Liu Di reached out and took her hand and walked out with her in his arms, "If you don't believe it, go see me once!" He didn't care about it, and he didn't need rain gear. He just pulled Zhang Qian out and laughed while running in the rain.

Although Zhang Qian lives in a popular city, she is a conservative girl. She has never held hands with a man other than her relatives, but why is the feeling of running in the rain hand in hand with Liu Di? Liu Di holds herself tightly, and the warmth in the cold rain has been coming from his hand all the time. Running forward, the surroundings were full of the sound of rain, the sound of wind, and the sound of a car coming from afar... said to him, "Get in the car!"

"A get in the car."

Liu Di's voice called back Zhang Qian, who was recalling in a trance, and found them standing in front of a red taxi. Red car..." It seems that I have even experienced riding in this car with Liu Di... Why? ( Zhang Qian's last encounter with Liu Di, please watch my work "Night Talk in the Deserted Mountain", but... hey, I haven't written it yet.)

The car stopped in front of a bar. By this time, the rain had stopped. Liu Di pulled Zhang Qian out of the car. Zhang Qian found that he had not paid the driver at all. And the driver didn't even ask him to start the car and left. Zhang Qian looked at the direction of the car.

"Hey, hey, what are you looking at? Is he more handsome than me?" Liu Di shook his fingers in front of her.

"You didn't give him money."

"My friend, what money to give!"

Zhang Qian couldn't help laughing - what's wrong with herself? She was thinking suspiciously all the way. Such a simple thing... is really about to be infected by Yuezhong! She shook her head and threw away the messy thoughts in her mind.

"Come on, my favorite bar!" Liu took her and stood in the "bar" where she had never stepped into when Zhang Qian reacted.

The feeling given to Zhang Qian in bars and movies and TV is similar, but because there are too many people smoking, the degree of smoke is much more serious than in movies and TV dramas. Liu Di didn't know how familiar he was with this place. While greeting the service lady, he found a corner, but he could see the whole bar lobby sitting down. I ordered a lot of wine and fruit. Zhang Qian watched him send away a waiter who came to flirt with him several times, raised her eyebrows and said, "This is really more suitable for you."

"Is the library not suitable?" Liu Di was quite self-abling. He sweated Zhang Qian, opened a bottle of XO and took a big sip of the bottle and said, "This is my 'reading room' and 'entertainment room', which is much more interesting than reading."

Zhang Qian turned her eyes to the red men and green women in the hall and said thoughtfully, "It's very interesting." She likes writing and likes to look at people with her own eyes, so she can fully understand what Liu Di means.

Liu Di took another sip of wine and wiped his mouth and said, "Look at that woman, how close and affectionate she is with her boyfriend, but I often see her here. Every time she is with her, the man is different; look at the waiter, she must have been harassed by the guests just now, and her eyes are red. I also know her. She is a very clean woman and never accepts the teasing of male guests. But why does she work here? The following story is very interesting..." He waved to the girl's waiter, asked for a bottle of wine, and handed her a tip. And that man, it must not be his wife who is with him..." Liu looked at others, pointed and said with foam.

Zhang Qian frowned: "Liu Di, there is something wrong with your mentality!"

"Yes, yes!" Liu nodded, "I like to gloat and watch the fun in the well. Hi, look at that man..."

“......”

Zhang Qian found that Liu Di was really "watching people" here. His observation is very strong. When he sees a person, he analyzes what he is doing, his purpose and so on. He is good at it and knows other people's psychology, but this hobby is not flattering. Zhang Qian is difficult to understand people like Liu Di. He looks fashionable and cynical, but he can take the patience to sort out a library for several years. He looks familiar and likes to go to such entertainment places, but he only "looks at people" here. Somehow, Zhang Qian felt kind to Liu Di from the bottom of her heart, as if she had known and knew him for a long time. She looked at Liu Di's side face, with a sarcastic smile and the cynicalness that emerged from every move. Zhang Qian struggled to find such a familiar look in her memory.

"Look at that man..." Liu Di was still pointing to the people in the bar to show Zhang Qian. Zhang Qian, who was full of things, casually glanced at the person he pointed to, but couldn't withdraw her eyes. Did you see that woman? In their early twenties, how can they be a normal couple with the man in their forties - they are not called a young lady, because they are very familiar..." Liu Di is still analyzing endlessly.

"Second uncle..." Zhang Qian never thought that she would see this cousin here. He has always been honest and cautious, not the person who should be on such an occasion.

The two seats are not far apart. Once Zhang Qian concentrates, although the environment in the bar is noisy, she can still hear the conversation there intermittently.

Man: "Give me a little more time, and I will divorce her as soon as possible."

Woman: "Well, it's none of my business whether you divorce or not. I asked you about the inheritance you said!"

Man: "Anyway, my grandfather has passed away. When I get divorced, those estates will be ours."

Woman: "Heritage, heritage, I've said it 800 times, but I haven't seen it for a dime. Let me make it clear to you that if you can't see this money, don't divorce your wife as soon as possible. I don't have time to live a poor life with you.

Man: "Don't worry, I will urge them to sell the book as soon as possible, and I will do it as soon as possible!"

......

"He is my second uncle... He has always been a good husband and a good father. How can he..." Zhang Qian was immersed in shock.

"Men become bad when they have money." Liu Di is not surprised.

Zhang Qian really can't understand what's good about this woman for money? Why did the second uncle suddenly have so many changes?

"Some people usually can't see it. Once they have money, they won't seem to have changed." Liu Di opened another bottle of wine to drink.

"Liu Di..." Zhang Qianmi stared at him, "You specially brought me here to let me see my second uncle, right?"

"How do I know you are your second uncle?" Liu Di put the wine into his mouth and said.

"You don't know anything about our Zhang family!"

"That's true." Liu Di smiled maliciously, "But I don't know your three circumference."

Zhang Qian suddenly blushed, stood up and asked loudly, "What on earth do you want to do?" What does our Zhang family have to do with you? What's wrong with you, second uncle? Why did you light a fire in the mountain wind there!"

Liu Di asked freely, "If he doesn't make a fire, how can I make wind?"

Zhang Qian stared at him warily: "What is your purpose?"

"I just want to tell you that if he doesn't sell books, he can live his life, sell books, and his family will leave."

"So what?" Zhang Qian raised her voice.

"It's not good." Liu Di said lightly, "What does your Zhang family have to do with me?"

Zhang Qian took a breath and sat down calmly and said, "I know you don't want those books to be sold, but it's the elders who are in charge. It's useless for you to tell me. I don't want those books to be sold!"

"Really not?"

"Of course, how can I hope that my ancestors' collections will be sold as commodities!"

"As long as you don't want them to be sold, they are useful!" Liu Di smiled as if he was relieved, "Come on, have a drink. I'm not here to quarrel with you."

Zhang Qian drank a drink and finally calmed down and said to Liu, "I shouldn't have lost my temper with you. I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter if you send it casually." Liu Di was in a good mood and held up the wine bottle and smiled.

Zhang Qian noticed that there were three or four empty wine bottles on the table and couldn't help shouting, "You have drunk so much wine!"

"It's only four bottles." Liu said without a breath.

Zhang Qian reached out and pushed the wine bottle to his mouth: "Don't drink it, this is white wine. You will be drunk."

"It's too underestimate my drinking capacity! Miss, two more bottles. Instead, Liu Di became energetic, drank up the bottle in his hand and called out to the waiter.

It was the woman who had just cried and brought wine. When she was about to walk to Liu's side, one of the men who had just teased her stretched out his hand and suddenly touched her chest. The woman was shocked, shook her hand, and a bottle fell on their table and knocked down several cups. Miss, your service is not very good," several men began to tamper with her. The woman dared to shout loudly, so she had to resist, but she wanted to apologize to them.

"Don't apologize, just give me a kiss." One of the most drunk men rushed up with his mouth.

"It's such a thing again. It's really boring." Liu Di threw the empty wine bottle on the table.

"Will the people in the bar take care of it? Why didn't anyone stop it?" Zhang Qian asked nervously. As soon as she turned around, Liu Di stood up and walked out.

"Hey, you," Liu Di hooked his finger at the man, "I knocked over my wine." Without waiting for the man to say anything, Liu Di hit him with his lower body with his knees, punched him head-on, and knocked him to the ground.

"Ah..." The waiter screamed, threw down the wine and ran away.

"What do you call now?" Liu Di shrugged his shoulders at her*, "Don't scream at them, shout at a handsome man like me!"

Of course, several men refused to give up and surrounded Liu Di. Liu Di punched him on the left side and kicked him on his right side. Three or five times, he put down three of them. The remaining one looked at Liu Di fiercely and showed a dagger. Step by step, Liu Di raised his hands and stood still waiting for him to come.

"Touch!"

With a sullen thought, the man with the dagger fell to the ground and came to the ground with Zhang Qian, who was holding a wine bottle in both hands.

Liu Di's eyes widened, looked at the man on the ground, and then looked at the bottle in Zhang Qian's hand. He pushed his hand away and smiled helplessly. The eyes of the whole bar gathered on the bottle in Zhang Qian and her hand. Liu Di took her hand, pushed down a bar security guard who came by, and ran out.

Liu Di pulled Zhang Qian out of the bar and ran out of the bar. "Haha" laughed and laughed while running. Finally, he couldn't breathe. He simply stopped and bent down with a smile on the electric light pillar on the roadside. Zhang Qian had never done such a crazy thing. Originally, she couldn't help looking back in shock for fear that someone would chase her, but looking at Liu Di leaning forward and backward unconsciously, she was also infected by him and laughed.

"Didn't I say that people are better than books? How about it? Did you watch it tonight?" Liu Di finally stopped laughing and asked Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian threw down the bottle she had been holding in her hand and asked, "Can you tell me what happened tonight?"

"Haha..." Liu Di began to laugh again, "If you come out with me every day, there is often such a wonderful thing."

"Do you live like this every day?"

My principle is that if you want to laugh, laugh enough, play enough, drink enough, and beat people enough. How about it? I think I'm handsome and cool!"

"You are good at living this kind of life..." Zhang Qian is not praising him.

"I'm the only one who can make it." Liu Di immediately praised her words, "I only live my own life. No one wants me to be uncomfortable. I only pick up the happy side of life and throw everything else to others. It's very personality, right?"

Zhang Qian smiled and did not agree with him, but said, "I remember reading a poem, and a few of them said: living now is to dare to cry, dare to laugh or dare to be angry or be free... I thought that no one can really live like this, but now it seems that these poems are written for you. Think that others can disapprove of your lifestyle, but no one can envy your lifestyle, right?

"Haha," Liu Di laughed, walked back with his hands behind his back, and looked at Zhang Qian Nian: "The so-called living now is thirst is the dazzling sunshine from the branches. A melody that suddenly comes to mind is sneeze with you... Ha!" He suddenly stopped reading and was walking around. Liu Di and Zhang Qian read the same poem, and the following is "hand in hand with you"). He suddenly found that he had leaked his mind, stopped reading it, and turned around and walked forward.

Zhang Qian pretended not to notice anything and said, "Didn't you say that you don't read?"

"Shull take you back? It's very late." Liu Di changed the topic and urged with a hippie smile, "Go, go, don't stay out too late at the girl's house!"

"...this sentence is not in line with your life attitude, is it?"

"My attitude towards life is only for myself!"

"...It's your life's attitude to be strict with others and be lenient to yourself."

"A bosom friend! Give me a hug!"

......

Zhang Qian saw that it was getting late and reluctantly put down the book in her hand. She looked around and sighed and said, "It seems that I really found a buyer this time. I heard from my father that they even negotiated the price - Yuezhong was still muttering in the morning: Why is this businessman not okay? I'm afraid I won't have a chance to read here in the future."

Liu Di was still picking up and said, "I'm looking forward to something wrong in such an evening!" What kind of mentality is this? How can it be the same as me! That's disgusting! However, I like him so much. I'll introduce him next time!"

Zhang Qian is angry.

Liu Di put on a flattering look and said, "If you like it, can I give you this library?"

"You have the final say." Zhang Qianbai glanced at him.

"I have the final say."

Zhang Qian casually turned over the book and said, "To be honest, I don't quite understand the behavior of 'book collection'. It's okay to collect your favorite books, but it's hard for me to understand that books that I have never read are priceless and built a special building to preserve them. A book should be read. The value of a book lies in its content, not its own history, what version it is, and how much it is worth, right?

"The painstaking efforts of several generations naturally have its value in it, not how much it is worth."

"Seriously, I really can't understand what's the point of locking so many books firmly in the building? If no one reads these books, they won't be happy, will they? I don't think I can ever become a book collector - I'd rather be a book reader!"

"So what about this book?" Liu Di is a little anxious.

"It's not my turn to worry!"

"What if I give them to you?" Liu Di asked eagerly.

"I don't want it - this is not a book on the first floor, this is a trouble on the first floor~~~~~~"

Liu Di asked seriously with a nervous look, "I want to ask you, if you really give the library to you, how will you deal with it?"

"I'll give it to you." Zhang Qian smiled playfully. She knew that Liu Di had been trying to fight for the ownership of the library so that the library could be preserved, but she had no such ability. Second, she really did not want to be locked in this building for a lifetime. Of course, it's good that the building can be preserved, but if you want to take care of it yourself, Zhang Qian can't do it. She turned her head and said, "You are the most suitable person to be the owner here, or donate them to the library. I know you don't want these books to be lost, but unfortunately I'm not the kind of person who can devote a lifetime to collecting books - I don't think it's worth it. I'm sorry."

Liu Di took a deep breath and leaned against the wall with a self-deprecating smile.

Zhang Qian didn't expect him to be so depressed. She didn't know how to persuade him and talked to him, but Liu Di didn't answer, so she had to leave silently.

"Alas..." When she went far away, Liu Di sighed, "I can't do it anymore..."

He patted the wall and said to himself, "What can I do? I really can't eat his descendants! That's it... Liu Di, Liu Di, when you meet human beings, there is finally something you can't do..." Although there is no personal promise, Liu Di promised Zhang Tingjian in his heart to take good care of this building for him. But now, it seems that his promise is really impossible. He has never been defeated by anything for seven hundred years. Even in the face of life and death, he just smiled, but this time he has tried his best, but the result is still unsatisfactory.

"Human..." Liu Di giggled and felt that he had never been so depressed. In the past, if human beings made him dissatisfied, just take a bite to eat it, but those people are not Japanese soldiers, not young soldiers of the Red Guards, but the descendants of his benefactors, Zhang Qian...

"It seems that we can only use the last resort." Liu Di stretched out his hand and hugged Louzhu, "We have been together for more than 60 years, and now we are going to say goodbye!" He put his face on the pillar and didn't lift it for a long time...

"A will!" Hearing the words of the lawyer who came to visit, there was a sound of chairs and tables moving in the living room. All the people gathered around the lawyer and asked questions, and their surprises were in a mess.

The lawyer looked at these people puzzledly, took out a document from a large sealed envelope, cleared his throat and said, "To be precise, this is not a will, but a certificate of transfer. It is a certificate signed by Mr. Zhang to transfer all his books to the municipal library collection."

"Pong"

After the lawyer's words, at least two people sat on the ground, and more people stared at the lawyer and robbed the will by his nearest Zhang Weidong. He looked at it hastily, and then looked at the ground blankly. Zhang Aiguo beside him quickly took the will from his hand. It took the Zhang family more than half an hour to read the will and finally passed it to Zhang Qian. Zhang Qian finished reading the will as quickly as possible, showing an indescribable smile, and glanced at her relatives faintly.

The Zhang family looked at each other in contemptible, and none of them knew that Zhang Sixian had signed this will before his death. It should not be said that this is not a will, but that Zhang Sixian has donated all his books before his death. He only made three demands to the library on the basis of unpaid donations: first, this contract takes effect only if no one is willing to preserve and manage the library; second, the library has the right to borrow and collect the collection, but it does not have the right to sell it; third, the library has the consent of all Zhang's descendants. In this case, the collection can be sold, but the proceeds cannot be owned by the library or Zhang's descendants, but must be fully handed over to charities for education in poor areas.

From beginning to end, the contract with complete procedures and strict conditions, until the signature written by the old man with a shaking pen and the solemnly pressed fingerprints made Zhang Qian feel that his great-grandfather had expected everything, the disputes in the family, the greed of future generations, and even the disputes of interests that may occur in the future. In the calculation.

"Why! The collection is the belonging of the whole Zhang family. How can he give it to outsiders with a piece of paper!" Zhang Weiguo was the first to wake up. He stretched out his hand to Zhang Qian to grab the will and tear it off. There are several people who think the same as him, and they came to Zhang Qian aggressively together.

"What are you doing!" Zhang Yuezhong jumped in front of Zhang Qian - he was worthy of this scholarly "genetic mutant" who was tall and big, showing his muscles gained from sports and stood there, and his uncles and cousins did not dare to move forward. Zhang Qian took two steps out and returned the will to the lawyer. The lawyer's eyes met Zhang Qian and showed an understanding of her.

"We do not recognize this document!"

"Yes, we will sue!"

"Give it to me!"

Everyone's goal turned to the lawyer again.

"If you have any objection, you can solve it through legal means, but here is another document for you to read." The lawyer calmly took out another document and said, "This document is the procedures and keys of the items kept in the bank safe before Mr. Zhang Sixian's death. The preserved items are a pair of Song Dynasty vases - now worth about 7 million yuan. He raised the document for everyone to see. There was a lot of discussion about the transfer contract for the collection of books. Some were frustrated, and some angry people suddenly calmed down after hearing this offer. Their eyes focused on his hands. The lawyer paused for a moment to let everyone see clearly, and then said harshly, "Mr. Zhang Sixian left Last words to you: Zhang's descendants can sell antiques, houses, land, children and daughters, but they must not sell books! Although the value of the vase and the value of the land are not enough to fulfill all your wishes, the value of the US dollars and the collection is also offset. I hope you can take care of yourself. He said this word word by word and glanced at everyone present. There was something in his eyes that made everyone dare to look directly at him again.

Zhang Qian's tears dripped from her eyes.

The last arrangement of great-grandfather is not only to prevent the descendants from staring at the books, but also the arrangement made with understanding from the perspective of the grandchildren - with 7 million yuan, there are many ways to keep the library alive, but then the children and grandchildren will get nothing. The great-grandfather's decision has given the collection of books and the Zhang family the best arrangements. He has always regarded him as a collection of books more than his relatives who love his descendants. Can you understand anything now?

Everyone gathered around the lawyer and listened to him explain the document, but the lawyer's eyes passed through everyone and looked at Zhang Qian at the end. Until he handed over everything to the Zhang family, he still looked at Zhang Qian and said, "I have finished everything I can do for you and say goodbye." He nodded slightly and turned away.

"He saw himself cry." Zhang Qian wiped away her tears, but none of her relatives noticed her excitement. It is being discussed enthusiastically, but the content has changed from a collection to an antique. Zhang Qian saw that everyone didn't pay attention to herself and went out quietly. She walked to the library, thinking that Liu Di would be happy or angry if she knew the news. I don't know if he came today?

When she habitually came to the road, she stopped in surprise, "How could this happen?" The narrow but square bricked corridor in her memory that she often walked around for days disappeared, replaced by two cement columns across the ground and knee-high weeds. How did it become like this? Yesterday..."

"Xiaoqian, what are you doing here?" Zhang Yuezhong also followed her out and saw that she was in a daze and asked.

Zhang Qian asked blankly, "When did so much grass grow here?"

"There has always been so much grass here. Yesterday I was here to catch grass-grass-grass-grass-grass-fed birds."

"Impossible! I was here yesterday!" Zhang Qian rushed in, jumped over the two cement pillars, and groped on the wall with her hand, but she couldn't find the secret door. "It's obviously here! I won't remember correctly!"

Zhang Yuezhong asked puzzledly, "What are you looking for?"

"Secret door."

"Secret door? Which one in the movie? Zhang Yuezhong touched his head and asked, "How can I find it here?"

Zhang Qian ran to the front door in a panic, patted the door hard and shouted, "Liu Di! Liu Di! Are you there?"

Zhang Yuezhong followed her worriedly and nervously, "Xiaoqian, what are you doing? Who is Liu Di? How can there be anyone in here?"

"Liu Di! Liu Di..." Zhang Qian shouted more than a dozen times, but there was still no sound inside. She looked back at Zhang Yuezhong and said with surprise, "But I've been seeing him these days. He's always here!"

"How can it be? It's locked so tightly here."

"He entered through the secret door, and I also passed through that secret door!" Zhang Qian ran back to the road to look for the secret door, but the wall stood firmly there, and she couldn't even find the extra gaps.

"There will be no secret door. Is there a secret door for people to steal books! Xiaoqian, don't scare me! Don't you have a fever?" Zhang Yuezhong was very worried.

Zhang Qian said in a daze, "Obviously, Liu Di came in from here to clean up and tidy up..."

"Liu Di..." Zhang Yuezhong read this strange name, "Even if there is a secret door for him to come into this building, he should not be able to enter our yard. The gate is not facing the house, and there are security guards in the yard.

Zhang Qian was shocked* and opened her eyes wide. She never thought about how Liu came into this yard.

"Xiaoqian, come and have a look," Zhang Yuezhong lay on the window and looked upstairs. "This place has not been cleaned at all!" Zhang Qian came up, and dust could be seen everywhere in the building, and the books were also very messy, which was completely different from the spotless in her memory.

"Why..." Zhang Qian held the window sill weakly, "Is it my illusion? No, I did see him! By the way, I came back late the night before yesterday. Didn't you open the door for me? I just went out with Liu Di! He sent me back and stood by the roadside. Didn't you see him?"

"The night before yesterday..." Zhang Yuezhong stared at her, with his eyes wide open, and said incredulously, "You went to bed early that day, and you didn't get up to play cards... You didn't go anywhere."

Zhang Qian clenched her fist, her body trembled, and asked beggingly, "So what have I experienced these days? Who is with me?"

Zhang Yuezhong was convinced that Zhang Qian would not lie, and he couldn't help but feel a chill. He looked at the gloomy library: "Isn't it...is it that?" The two brothers and sisters looked at each other in panic and finally escaped from this place.

After the library transported the precious place of books, the houses and land were sold, and the small building that had been stormy for more than 100 years began to be demolished. There is also a lot of money to sell real estate and antiques. Although it can't achieve all your wishes, at least a large part can be achieved. The dispute between the Zhang family ended, and everyone resumed their happy kinship.

All this has passed for more than ten days.

Zhang Qian sat in the cafe and looked out of the window with her cheeks. She couldn't figure out what had happened to her in those days. She had vowed not to think about it, but today she was asked by Zhang Yuezhong to make a new discovery. It's just that the guy's so-called discovery doesn't know how much is true, and how much is the result of his own imagination.

"Xiaoqian!" As soon as Zhang Yuezhong entered the door, he shouted in that loud voice. Zhang Qian frowned and made a splash gesture to him with a cup. Let me explain it to you! Great discovery!" Zhang Yuezhong still frambled, and Zhang Qian had to make a "wk soft" move to him.

Zhang Yuezhong lowered his voice, opened his hand to his mouth, lay down in Zhang Qian's ear and said word by word, "The bones have been dug out under the library!"

Zhang Qian's hand loosened and the cup fell on the table, "What bone? Is it...Liu Di..."

"No, it's a Japanese soldier."

"Japanese...soldiers?"

"The body has turned into white bones, but judging from the guns placed together, it should be more than ten Japanese troops invading China that year, right below the building."

"But the building has been built for more than 100 years. How can there be bones buried under it during the Anti-Japanese War?"

"It's just strange here. And do you know how they died?

"What?"

"Some neck bones were patted, some sternums were broken into sections, and some skulls were split into seven or eight pieces - all made by external forces."

"External force?"

Zhang Yuezhong stretched his arms and put on a martial arts stand.

"No way... with your hands..."

"Do you remember when the Japanese army occupied here and your great-grandfather left alone to guard the collection of books? I'm afraid it was killed at that time, and the time coincided, and the great-grandfather used a crutch to beat away the Red Guards during the Cultural Revolution... Alas, amazing, our ancestors were all hidden masters! Alas, Zhang Yuezhong, Zhang Yuezhong, if you were born 20 years early, wouldn't you be able to practice martial arts with your great-grandfather and carry forward the Zhang family's martial arts? After the death of his great-grandfather, his family's martial arts was lost. Zhang's descendants should cry at the same time..."

"...Have you read too many martial arts novels..." Zhang Qian looked out of the window, smiled, and ignored Zhang Yuezhong's chatter. The library was indeed mysterious everywhere, but she had made up her mind not to think about it anymore. Let's go to the library to read those books later. Anyway, they are also nearby. She took a sip of coffee and thought so.

I heard that the people of the Zhang family wanted to read those books. The people in the library were very enthusiastic. The curator spoke with her in person and ordered, "Call Liu Di to take Miss Zhang to have a look."

"Liu Di!" Zhang Qian almost turned her eyes to the door with trembling.

A middle-aged man in his early thirties walked in from the door and asked, "Curator, do you call me?"

"Liu Di, take this lady to the No. 11 library to have a look. She is from the Zhang family." As the curator ordered Liu Di, he introduced to Zhang Qian, "Liu Di has been working with us for more than ten years. He is serious and solid. It is most appropriate for him to take care of those books. You can rest assured."

"Miss Zhang," "Liu Di" reached out and shook Zhang Qian, "This way, please."

The books have been renumbered and put into a special library, and some of the rare books have also been put into sealed constant temperature and humidity cabinets. The treatment is much better than when in that building. Liu Di introduced that this library was donated by overseas Chinese and built the most modern library. In order to show the importance it attached to Zhang's collection, the library is specially used to store these books.

"Can I borrow it?"

"You can see it here, you can't take it out." Liu Di pointed to the regulations on the wall with a blank face and said, "The books borrowed from this library are in the library 1-9."

Zhang Qian smiled. She stood outside the door and looked at it for a while and left without going in. Standing on the steps of the library, the wind blew her face, and she looked back again. That's it. She doesn't intend to remember it anymore, and she has a prediction: anyway, Liu Di will keep these books...