Hunting High School

It is a shop fronting the street in Yunhua Community.

Outside Sanyou Bookstore.

Seeing the black notice board still hanging outside the window sill, Zheng Qing's disappointment was palpable.

It seems that Mr. has not come back yet.

Human beings always have this kind of fear in the face of new things. Thinking that he was about to step into a completely unfamiliar environment, Zheng Qing couldn't help but feel a little worried about his gains and losses.

Is it too hasty to agree to enter the first university to study? Sometimes Zheng Qing couldn't help thinking that no one in his family really understood this school except himself. Is it really okay for me to make such a reckless decision?

At this time, he especially hoped to get advice from Mr.

Peel off a crumpled yellow talisman paper from behind the black notice board.

Zheng Qing looked left and right, and there were no strangers.

He held the talisman paper in his palm, and silently recited the spell.

The talisman twisted and folded into the shape of a key, and reluctantly got into the keyhole. Zheng Qing turned the handle, opened the door of the bookstore, pulled out the talisman paper again, and stuck it back behind the black notice board.

The store is coldly clear and very quiet. There is no popularity in Xunyue, and the room is full of books. Zheng Qing took a deep breath, and a satisfying aroma of books filled his heart.

When I am old, I will also open a big bookstore, basking in the sun, lying on a deck chair, with a book on my face, and smelling this fragrance enough. Walking among the bookshelves, Zheng Qing thought enviously.

The bookstore is not big, only forty or fifty square meters. The doors and windows are oriented north-south, and the bookshelves in the store are also placed along this direction.

In the southeast corner of the bookstore, there is a wooden ladder, and above the ladder is a narrow attic, in which there are some sundries, as well as the dried fish of the yellow raccoon. Below the ladder was a closed black-painted single-sided wooden door.

The wooden door is less than two meters high and a little more than one meter wide. The threshold is two inches high. On the left and right of the threshold are two smooth cylindrical wooden piers, which are only an inch higher than the threshold. .

There is no door god posted on the door, only a stick of soft rabbit hair brushes hung with fine twine, and a small pot of sesame oil.

On the left side of the middle part of the wooden door, there is a brass knocker, which is in the shape of a monster-backed snake. The head of the shop is a reclining turtle with its head held high, and the door knocker is a coiled snake on the back of a turtle. It's just that the door knocker is now tightly embedded on the turtle's back, and there is no place for it to fall. The recumbent tortoise shrank in its own shell, revealing six small dark holes.

Zheng Qing grabbed the writing brush hanging on the door, and gently scratched the snake's chin. The coiled snake hissed, raised its body, and knocked out a door knocker.

Zheng Qing dipped some sesame oil with a brush and wiped it on the tail of the snake. The coiled snake flicked its tail. Under the turtle's back, a small head poked out slowly.

Click, there was an unlocking sound from the wooden door.

Zheng Qing happily watched the little turtle lick off the sesame oil off the snake's tail, then pulled the coiled snake's door knocker and gave it a hard tug. The wooden door suddenly opened, and a dark corridor appeared in front of his eyes.

This aisle was specially built by Mr. Zheng Qing for Zheng Qing. Walk along the aisle for 100 meters, and you will arrive at Jiuyou Bookstore, a collection of Huizi.

The husband is often not in the store, so Zheng Qing often goes back and forth to help look after the store when he is resting. Because he still couldn't find the Huizi collection by relying on his own ability, Mr. Wu helped him open a passage between the two shops. In this way, even if the husband is away, Zheng Qing can take care of the two stores.

In the past, Zheng Qing was in awe of this magical passage, and had countless wild thoughts in his mind. But after the trip to the clock in Sijifang, Zheng Qing already knew that this passage was only constructed by applying some superb magic skills.

People are in awe of the mysterious that cannot be understood; but there is only envy for the excellence that can be understood.

Walking in the aisle, Zheng Qing's longing for the first university was re-firmed.

He hopes that one day, he can build such a magical passage.

The bookstores on both sides of the aisle are equally deserted and quiet, and the civet cat has gone somewhere else. Zheng Qing glanced at the cat food box, and threw the hardened dried fish inside into the trash can; then he cleaned up the dust in the house a little, and poured some water on the pots of Clivia on the window sill.

When the bookstore is not open, there are also customers who will list the books they need and stuff them into the bookstore through the crack of the door. Zheng Qing's main task is to pick up these book lists, pick out the books that the guests need from the bookshelves one by one, and wrap them in kraft paper. Then put it in the Huichun Hall next door.

When customers come next time, they can directly pick up books from Huichuntang.

There were not many guests this time, only three of them, and they all bought some professional books on rune structure. After Zheng Qing finished writing the title of the book on the kraft paper package, he stretched comfortably and looked at the small bookstore.

Sanyou Bookstore in Huizi Collection is about the same size as the bookstore in Yunhua Community. Zheng Qing recalled the abandoned Sanyou Bookstore in Sijifang, which was about the same size.

He has never been able to figure out why Mr. opened so many bookstores these days.

Sighing, holding three packages, Zheng Qing walked out of the bookstore.

There are still very few people on the street. There never seems to be a day when the market is crowded with people, maybe this is where the stubborn wizards mentioned in the history books gather.

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Zheng Qing grinned, he found that he could always understand these details that he couldn't notice before.

It's just that after reading the book for two more days, my understanding of the world is completely different. Many details that he hadn't noticed before had a deeper meaning in his eyes. After graduating from university four years later, what will the world look like in Own's eyes?

He looked around, looked at this narrow street, looked at the old scene on the street, and looked forward to the future.

"Put the package to the cabinet by yourself." A lazy voice came from Zheng Qing's ear.

He turned his head in surprise.

At the door of the Huichun Hall next door, a young man with slippers on, a white robe and a bun, holding a small teapot, was engrossed in reading an ancient thread-bound book.

"Pan Lu'er, you are watching "Jin Ping Mei" again." Zheng Qing approached with a smile.

This young man reading a book is the young shopkeeper of Huichuntang, his name is Deng Xiaoxian, and everyone on the street calls him Xiaodeng shopkeeper. Because the two stores are next to each other, Zheng Qing is very familiar with the young shopkeeper. After a long time, he made his own way and nicknamed him "Pan Luer".

Deng Xiaoxian didn't take it seriously, instead he often showed off everywhere, saying that Zheng Qing's nickname was just right for him.

How shameless.

Pan Luer glanced at Zheng Qing, took a sip of tea into the spout of the pot, and said in a loud voice, "I heard that your kid is going to study at the First University?"

Zheng Qing's eyes lit up, and he suddenly remembered that Mr. Deng once said that Deng Xiaoxian had just graduated from university.

Maybe he can give himself some advice!