After Zhang Yang passed the Xiao Yiran incident, he had no interest in talking at all. He nodded and sat down and immediately indulged in it. Now, the whole world is not important. What is important is those words, those incomplete memories, and that The vast ocean of knowledge. WWW.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.COM
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Zhang Yang didn't know the passage of time at all. He changed his books one after another. Now he had forgotten all his troubles and his bitten tongue. He was looking for the secret of the rise of mankind in that knowledge. He Let your thinking and memory continue to integrate in knowledge.
Now Zhang Yang is no longer limited to any type of book. As long as he has something to read, he will pick it up and read it. It seems that there is a mysterious force in his head that is controlling his crazy study.
Zhang Yang had a very strange feeling. It seemed that there was something fascinating in many books, but he couldn't tell the specifics, especially some ancient books. Whenever he read those books, Zhang Yang felt a sense of fascination. Impulse, an inexplicable impulse, as if there is some ancient secret hidden among those words!
Unknowingly, Zhang Yang's reading target turned to some ancient books...
Du Xue watched Zhang Yang standing up and sitting down constantly, forgetting to read in a daze. She didn't understand why Zhang Yang read so frequently. Many books were picked up and replaced immediately within twenty minutes. Even some books were changed in less than a few minutes. Of course, this did not surprise Du Xue. What was surprising was Zhang Yang’s concentration and devotion. Du Xue believed that Zhang Yang was definitely a real reader, and only when he read seriously Only people can show that kind of concentration and devotion...
A few hours later, Du Xue answered a phone call and left, but Zhang Yang didn't notice Du Xue leaving at all. He was immersed in the vast sea of books like a man possessed and couldn't extricate himself.
When human beings are in an extremely concentrated mental state, time seems to pass several times faster. Du Xue has been walking for several hours, and there are fewer and fewer people in the library. One group after another, the only one Zhang Yang was still sitting there and kept getting up to pick up books. He had forgotten about hunger...
"Zhang Yang. Are you still there!?" A delicate voice interrupted Zhang Yang's thoughts.
"Um… "
Zhang Yang raised his head and buried his head in the book again.
"Did you have dinner?"
"Ah... Eat, what kind of meal, dinner?" Suddenly, a feeling of extreme fatigue and hunger invaded his brain. Only then did Zhang Yang remember that he had forgotten to eat. Immediately, all the knowledge of written memory was thrown aside.
"Here you go." Du Xue handed a red plastic bag to Zhang Yang.
Looking at the white and soft hands on the fragrant cake, Zhang Yang was stunned for a while and couldn't help but think of Xiao Yiran's soft hands.
"No, I'll go out to eat by myself, it's too late."
Zhang Yang sighed and stood up, put the books in his hands on the bookshelf and strode out of the library. He didn't want to stay with any woman for one more minute. He was afraid that the evil thoughts in his head would control him again. body of.
"stop."
When Zhang Yang walked to the door, a cold voice suddenly shouted.
"Ah..." Zhang Yang stopped abruptly and looked back in surprise at the old maid who was hunkering down at her desk to sort out books.
"There's bread and water there, take it yourself, no matter what happens next." The old girl pointed to the small cabinet next to the desk without raising her head.
Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, and his heart suddenly warmed up. An extremely familiar feeling spread in his blood vessels. When he was in the bookstore, the bookstore owner said the same thing when he knew he hadn't eaten, and this woman also said the same thing, with her expression. The tone was full of indifference, but Zhang Yang knew clearly that only when you pay attention to someone or care about someone would you care whether the other person has eaten or not.
"Thanks."
Zhang Yang only hesitated for a moment, picked up the bread and water, ate it, and walked out. However, the old maid did not speak or raise her head from beginning to end.
Looking at Zhang Yang disappearing at the door, Du Xue held the bread in her hand, tears welling up in her eyes. She came specially to deliver cake to Zhang Yang, but Zhang Yang showed no mercy at all and would rather eat the old maid's bread. I won’t eat her food either…
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Looking at Du Xue who left with his head raised, an old man sighed and walked from behind to the old virgin Fei Fei's desk. He was the retired Harvard professor. He was waiting for Zhang Yang in the library almost every day, but let He was disappointed that Zhang Yang seemed to have lost interest in mathematical calculations, and there was no mathematics book at all among the books he read today.
"Why don't you tell him not to doodle on the book?"
"No, I'm free anyway."
The old maid was still busy with her head down. Zhang Yang would be surprised if he saw it, because the books and periodicals piled up on the old maid's desk were all books he had read, and he had unconsciously made some notes and notes with a pen.
Now, the old maid is meticulously using chemicals to remove those writings, very carefully and attentively.
"He is a genius!" the old professor said softly.
"Yes, he is a genius, so I can't disturb him reading." The old maid carefully put a book aside. It seems that her workload today is still very huge, because, judging from the number of stacked books, See, she's not even halfway done yet.
"Hmm...are you going to stay in this library for the rest of your life?"
The old teacher hesitated and asked, his face full of expectation.
"If he doesn't come, I will stay for the rest of my life." The old maid's voice was also soft. If Zhang Yang saw it, he would be surprised to see that the usually indifferent old maid had a flushed face, as if a girl in love with her child was full of energy. Face ashamed.
"Hey..." The old professor sighed and left.
"sorry!"
Seeing the old professor's stooped and aged back disappear from the door, the old maid murmured with an apology on her face. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.com)