I glanced casually and saw a book next to me, and casually said: "Meng Theological Seminary."
"Okay," the librarian said.
I saw a mechanical arm appearing in the window, wearing clean white gloves. It pulled the book inward very gently, and then, the bottom of the LCD panel in front of me opened, an opening appeared, and then the hand handed the book out very gently.
"Please take your books and wish you a happy reading." The librarian said with a smile.
I gently took the book from its hand. The book was clean and well-preserved, almost like brand new, except for the creases left by people reading it frequently.
Sixty years have passed, and the books and portraits here have been sealed by time and are well preserved.
"Luo Bing, since the system here is still operating, it must be operating normally in the computer room. Go there and check the core..."
"Sorry to interrupt you." Binglong interrupted, "Someone has come in, and has already come in."
"What?" I exclaimed and when I turned around, the star-like smoky gray robe came into my eyes through the hazy rain curtain.
"Wow -" The whole world fell into silence, with only the sound of rain falling softly in the palace. Time suddenly felt very slow for some reason. This feeling came from the hazy figure behind the rain curtain.
He just stood there quietly, looking at me quietly through the rain curtain.
"Boom..." The gentle thunder went away in the distance, and the rain curtain seemed to be slowly rolled up by someone, slowly disappearing from between me and him, and his handsome face as kind as water came into my eyes.
His eyebrows are like the distant mountains in the mist and rain, with a hint of the clear distance and moistness of an ink painting. His eyes are like the mysterious ink that has not yet been watered down, but there is a far-reaching tranquility in his eyes that is beyond his age, as if he is standing in the sky and looking down quietly. Juanjuan has seen all the changes in the long river of history. Thousands of years of history have been reflected in his eyes. Thousands of years of time have flowed into the long river of history at the snap of his fingers.
There is a special kind of tranquility and calmness about him.
Quiet as time has stagnated, as steady as the clock of time standing in the sky and earth.
This special demeanor in him deeply attracted my attention, making me stare at him for a long time without realizing it. He was like the books quietly hidden behind the sealed window here, exuding the mystery and remoteness of history. .
He wore an exquisite little crown that was as transparent as crystal but not ostentatious and eye-catching. His long hair seemed to be braided and tied behind his head, allowing his ears to be exposed. The pointy chin like a caricature lengthens his arc and brings out the maturity of an adult man.
However, he looks like he is only eighteen years old.
The high bridge of his nose makes him appear chiseled, with clean lines, like a beautiful man drawn by an artist with fine brush strokes. The lines are delicate and powerful, and his thin lips are slightly pursed. He looks stern, but his eyebrows are as moist as mountains and rivers. Friendly and kind.
Although he is only eighteen years old, he possesses the majesty and composure of a scholar.
He stood there quietly, his smoky gray slim-fitting robe made of silver thread-like material, making his robe exude a faint starry glow, just like the stars in the night sky, low-key and luxurious. He has a sense of distant history, like a prince who came from the oldest planet deep in the galaxy, and is familiar with the most detailed changes in the entire universe.
In him is the longevity, mystery and wisdom of words. Just looking at him, a sense of respect will arise spontaneously.
I looked at him in surprise, but he looked at me very calmly. He raised his lips slightly, nodded to me, and slowly walked past me and walked aside.
When he turned around, I saw the braids on his back that were as long as his knees. The long black hair was braided and tied behind his head. At the end was a simple hair accessory studded with small diamonds like stars. The braid is tight, and like the clothes and crown he wears, it looks low-key, but very luxurious.
"Who is this? Him! He can enter the seventh-level radiation zone!" Lessius's exclamation brought me back to my attention.
But at the first moment when I came back to my senses, my heart immediately jumped up and I broke out in a cold sweat. I actually let down my guard unknowingly!
Moreover, this is a level seven radiation zone, but the boy in front of me looks as at ease as I do, as if he were in an ordinary area, without any discomfort.
He even acted more at ease and comfortable than me. It seemed like he came here often, like his back garden and library.
Although this is a ruins, except for the special seven-level radiation, anyone can come, and anyone can come, but it is unknown whether the visitor is a friend or an enemy.
But from the way he was dressed, he didn't look like someone living on the ground in the last days.
"You are Luo Bing, right?" Suddenly, his equally clear and easy-going voice came from the quiet hall.
I was startled, and immediately took out my gun and pointed it at him, and then started to retreat.
"Luo Bing! Let's go!" Lessius reminded in surprise, "I will notify Harry immediately to pick you up!"
Who is this guy? ! I carefully stepped back and stared at him closely.
Despite my nervousness and alertness, he still walked towards the bookshelf with ease, as if he didn't care who I was. Although he knew who I was, it seemed that even if he knew, he didn't pay attention to me. He cared more about, There was the book in front of him.
His ease made me a little frightened. Maybe, he really doesn't care that I am the Luo Bing wanted by Silver Moon City.
"I'm here to return the book." He said softly, standing in front of the bookshelf, holding a book in his hand.
"Okay." The librarian took the book in his hand, and he began to read the books on the bookshelves carefully and carefully.
I retreated to the door. How did he know that I was Luo Bing
Who is he
The only one who can spot me at a glance is Xingchuan, who has vicious eyes. Xingchuan...
I looked at him again, could he be...
"Don't worry, I won't tell Xingchuan." He seemed to have taken a fancy to a book and stood in front of the window.
I was immediately surprised, he knew Xingchuan!
He reached out and tapped the window. Immediately, the librarian took out the book for him. He walked leisurely to the side to pick up the book.
"Luo Bing! Let's go quickly!" Lessius said anxiously.
I also turned around immediately. No matter who the other person was, he knew Xingchuan and recognized my identity, so it was better to stay away.
"He should find the person he lost. It was his mistake, so it is also his responsibility." Another seemingly casual voice came. I stopped and turned to look at him. He had already taken it out. I sat on the white stone bench on one side and started reading the book.
A beam of faint sunshine fell from the sky after the rain, and the air moistened by the rain showed a faint, thin rainbow in the sunshine, giving the entire library a flower-like polish.
Looking at the young man through the faint rainbow is like a dream, blurred and hazy, like looking at a young man from Qingyuan who is hundreds of years away from me through the waterfall of time.