I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng nodded in agreement. Whether it is a novel or a prose, it is a vehicle for recording and reflecting the reality in the eyes of the author at the time of writing. It is precisely because of this that these words are likely to resonate with more people. . Therefore, in each period of turmoil, the literati who are most likely to cause popular resistance are regarded as thorns in the eyes and thorns in the flesh by opponents.

But after sweeping the entire bookshelf, Chen Feng frowned inadvertently. When she turned her head, Sayuri was already talking to the store manager at the front desk, and seemed to hope to get permission to read a book here.

Soon, Sayuri looked at Chen Feng, smiled and nodded, apparently having obtained permission.

"Forget it, let's start with the first book."

If you continue to struggle, there is no result other than a waste of time. Chen Feng picked up the top books and took the first book there.

This is a book with a black and yellowish skin. When holding it in his hand, Chen Feng can feel the age of this book very well, and the cover feels very comfortable to the touch, as if it is wrapped in a layer of fur. The book There were no words on the shell, and he took the book and walked towards Sayuri, who was already sitting on the sofa.

During the period, the old store manager seemed to feel that his sleeping posture was wrong, so he got up and changed his position. Chen Feng noticed that the other's eyes glanced at the book in his hand.

After all, the two of them were people who came here to borrow, and Chen Feng knew how polite they should be. He smiled back at each other. The old store manager didn't fluctuate much, but just nodded lightly.

"Feng Jun, you really still like this kind of old books."

"Huh? Does it look old?"

Sayuri was taken aback. She didn't expect Chen Feng to have read this book. It was obvious that this book should be a world-famous masterpiece, not to mention that the author and the date were clearly marked.

"Well, it's just a sense of age."

Sayuri was not stupid enough to dismantle someone else's desk, she just replied in a satisfactory manner, and then looked at the fairy tale in her hand.

Chen Feng turned to the first page. It was a sheet of paper that had been yellowed, and the words written on it were handwritten on it, sometimes connected, sometimes scattered, piece by piece of letters, but not common English, after a brief silence. , Chen Feng confirmed that this is undoubtedly Latin.

But when he looked down, Chen Feng found that some sentences were much more complicated and verbose than the common Latin. The elements that could be simplified are rigid and fixed.

"Classical Latin..."

Chen Feng frowned and whispered. He can generally read Latin books fluently, but even if the gap between Classical Latin and General Latin is not that big, it will greatly increase the difficulty of reading for him, and it may also cause Chen Feng to read. There are deviations in the comprehension of certain sentences.

Sayuri was fascinated by the story, staring motionlessly at the top of the book. After reading a few more pages, Chen Feng slightly got up and walked to the front desk. At this time, the old store manager had already started to make notes on the books in front of him. The text is no longer Latin, but a block text that Chen Feng has never seen before.

Even if Chen Feng came over, he didn't mean to look up.

Since the other party didn't speak, Chen Feng came by himself. He placed the books in his hand, turned to the old store manager and asked:

"Sir, how should the classical Latin be translated here? I contacted the previous description of a similar combination of time and wisdom, but it still cannot be combined with the latter part of my own translation."

The hand written by the old store manager paused visibly for an instant. He looked at Chen Feng with a little surprise, but soon dropped again. The movement of his hand did not stop, but replied:

"The cycle of time and space is eternal and at one point. The invisible existence will not understand being in a small corner of the world."

It seems that the old store manager didn't lie to him, just glanced at it and translated the above content to Chen Feng.

"thanks."

"Young man wait a minute."

The old shop manager put down the pen in his hand, took off the hat on his head, and the corners of his eyes with lines spreading open, his old but clear eyes scanned every part of Chen Feng's body.

Chen Feng was a little uncomfortable because he always felt like he was standing here as if he was stripped naked.

The gaze did not last long, it was only a short period of 5 seconds. The old store manager retracted his gaze, put on his hat again, and pointed to Chen Feng's left hand:

"The fourth bookshelf on your left, and then to the right of the bookshelf, there are 3 books on the 7th floor. I hope you can also take a look."

"no problem."

"If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

"thank you very much."

The tone of the old store manager's speech is no longer the same as before, and the overall change has been obvious.

Returning to the position, Chen Feng continued to read. Originally, he felt that the book always had no preface, and the overall title and essay were even less preface, but the more he looked back, the more he could feel this book. The handwritten book has a special charm, and the more Chen Feng looks at it, the more he feels his back is cold.

"Does the incomprehensible exist..."

He closed the book, and the sky outside was already at noon. Chen Feng did not disturb Sayuri, who was watching with gusto. Instead, he talked briefly with the store manager and went to the streets of the small town to buy some simple cereal. He sent it back. A bowl was given to the old store manager, and then to Sayuri.

Sayuri, who has finally slowed down from the books, has a surprised face. She has never seen such a wonderful story. The plot line is ups and downs. Every contradiction is set very cleverly. In the end, it implies a kind of evil. reason.

Chen Feng had finished reading the book in his hand. The old store manager took the broom and started cleaning in the bookstore. When passing by two people, he looked at the book in front of Sayuri and asked:

"Little girl, can you read it fluently, too?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The above story is so wonderful, there is such a good book, I don't know why there are only two of us here."

Hearing Sayuri's praise, the old store manager just crouched and shook his head with a smile.

"Maybe it's out of date."

After a brief lunch, Chen Feng found a book based on the instructions of the old store manager just now. This book is wrapped in red leather, and the feel is almost the same as the one he had read before. If you want to say something different, you can only It is said that there seems to be something engraved on the cover of this book, which is invisible to the naked eye and can only be felt by touching it.

After carefully tracing the words he felt in his brain, Chen Feng felt a lot like the old store manager's handwriting on the sticky notes.

do not know……

Chen Feng returned to Sayuri with a suspicious attitude. At this time, Sayuri was also accumulating books that were as thin as his own.

Stretching his head and glanced at it, Chen Feng was stunned for a moment.

Is the above a small language that you haven't touched before? What a messy alphabetical order...

He also knew that Sayuri could be considered a genius girl before. Others were already sent to university when they first entered high school. It is normal for such a person to learn something that others can't touch.

Read the hand-written articles in the hand-written texts in the classical Latin that I learned by temporarily communicating with the old store manager. This book is obviously different from the previous one. The previous descriptions that seem to be theoretical and nagging are inadvertently. A very long story was formed in Chen Feng’s brain. It seemed that he had experienced the experience of the "protagonist" in person. From the outside, it was just the nonsense of the two books, but Chen Feng was able to It’s a wonderful thing to find the story of this story between the lines~www.readwn.com~. You can learn other people’s thinking from it, and you can also learn something that is contrary to your own ideas. But There is no need to give up reading because of opposition, because you can get a deeper thinking from it

——Why would anyone violate my philosophy?

Reading a book naturally means reading it word by word, rather than just reading for the sake of reading, skipping a series of "meaningless words", and losing the emotion contained in these words, how can you understand the whole book? What is the meaning of the book's integrity?

The speed of reading starts with efficiency, but it will eventually fail under efficiency.

A thing that is worth thinking about has become a work-like task, and the so-called high efficiency has become a joke.

Chen Feng likes to ask very much. He will ask if he doesn't understand. There is no shame in this behavior. On the contrary, he is proud of it.

Learning is nothing but learning, how can you not ask if you don’t understand?

The old store manager still writes his own things at the front desk. Only when Chen Feng goes to ask him will he raise his head to answer for him. It is strange to say that after this old store manager's explanation, Chen Feng will always have a kind of enlightenment. Illusion, that is a kind of perception when the brain is running fast and falling into a certain state.

In the middle of the journey, the old shop manager brought them a cup of coffee and a cup of milk each. The coffee was for Chen Feng and the milk was for Sayuri.