Dimensional Bookstore

Chapter 3 Becoming the Enlightener of the Feminist Movement (2)

The Oriental man looked young, probably in his twenties, with gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, looking refined and elegant. He was wearing a strange dark gray robe with a distinct exotic style.

Orientals from that mysterious continent were undoubtedly rare in Bruce City. Linda blinked in surprise: "Hello, sir. Are you an Oriental?"

The Oriental, that is, Le Jing smiled slightly: "Yes." The voice was warm and pleasant, and Linda inexplicably remembered the white jade she had seen in the museum, which was said to be from an ancient Oriental country. It was wrapped in a thick patina and had a warm glow under the light.

"To be honest, this is the first time I have seen a bookstore opened by an Oriental." Linda looked at Le Jing curiously, "After all, you know, Orientals are not common here."

Le Jing smiled slightly and did not comment.

Linda looked at the orderly bookshelves in the bookstore in awe, "I guess you must be a wealthy collector. I dare say that there is no bookstore with more books than you in the whole Bruce City, oh no, the whole Said Empire. Which country are you from? Are you wearing clothes from your country?"

The level of technological development in this world prevented Le Ling from collecting information online, so he could only use mental power to roughly scan the environment within a radius of ten kilometers, and he was helpless for places farther away. So everything in this world depends on Le Jing to collect intelligence himself.

As his first guest, Linda undoubtedly provided him with very important information: the publishing and cultural industries of this era were very underdeveloped, which was a mixed blessing for him.

"Huaxia." He said softly, "What I'm wearing is called a long gown." This long gown was bought on Taobao on a whim a few years ago. He has never worn it much, and he didn't expect it to come in handy here.

Should I get some information from this woman? Le Jing thought for a while and gave up this plan. Compared with the communication with serious personal bias and inefficiency, he prefers to collect intelligence and information from relatively objective books.

"What about the country I haven't heard of. Is it next to India?" Linda asked.

"No." Le Jing shook his head gently and smiled, "It is a country far away from here. It is both young and old, and exists and does not exist."

Linda looked at the mysterious Oriental man in confusion: "I am confused by you. What are you talking about?"

"You will understand, one day." The strange Oriental man had a mysterious smile on his lips, and looked at her with a strange certainty, "So, Miss, do you want to buy a book?"

What book do you want to buy? Linda remembered the "Flying Man" magazine she was reading recently. This is a collection of travel notes about pilots flying planes around the world. This book has aroused her great interest in flying, and she is eager to find some similar books to read.

"Excuse me, do you have any books similar to the "Flying Man" magazine?"

The Oriental man thought for a moment and said politely: "I'm not sure if I have any. Can you tell me what kind of magazine this is?"

"It tells the stories of pilots exploring the world. The stories are fascinating." Talking about her favorite books, the frustration and sadness on Linda's face were swept away, and her eyes began to shine.

Le Jing smiled, "I just have a book that meets your requirements."

Linda looked at him expectantly, "What book?"

Le Jing grinned: "Its name is "The Little Prince."

Only adults can understand, the lonely little prince.

So far, "The Little Prince" is a best-selling book with a circulation of more than 500 million on the earth, translated into more than 250 languages, and the reading and printing volume is second only to the "Bible".

The emotions contained in the text are common. Even if it changes time and space, Le Jing believes that this fairy tale can still conquer countless adults who were once children.

"The Little Prince"? Linda almost immediately thought of those vulgar prince and princess romance novels. These clichéd and bloody plots can only fool the brainless little girl.

The flawless prince is destined to exist only in fairy tales. As a member of the upper class, Linda knows better than anyone what kind of virtues those well-dressed young men have behind them. You know, even the villain Bingley, in the eyes of the little girl who doesn't know the truth, is also a graceful prince.

She raised her chin proudly, and couldn't help but be a little annoyed by Le Jing's contempt: "If you think so, you are wrong. I am not interested in romance novels."

"It's not a romance novel." Le Jing smiled cunningly, "This is not a romance novel. "The Little Prince" tells the story of a pilot's adventure after he was forced to land in the desert due to engine failure."

Pilot, engine failure, forced landing, desert... Every word made Linda's heart surge and her imagination run wild.

"How much?" Linda asked before she realized that she left in a hurry and didn't bring her wallet at all - and she didn't need to bring her wallet at ordinary times, and the servants would pay the bill.

Seeing Linda's embarrassment, Le Jing smiled and said, "Take it, I don't charge you."

Now Linda began to look at him with suspicion.

Le Jing smiled frankly: "Of course I have my own purpose. As you can see, I am a book lover. So if possible, I would like to exchange books with you."

"Exchange what?"

"A book that tells history."

Such a broad request made Linda look at the bookshelf behind him in surprise. Isn't there a book that tells history among so many books?

"But it's best to have a history book about your country." Le Jing added.

"Okay, I promise you." Linda said absently, looking at the rich and beautiful color of the cover in fascination.

She quickly took the book from Le Jing's hand. I have to say that this is a very beautiful book. She fell in love with it almost immediately. She had never seen a novel and beautiful book cover before! The cover is a melancholy dark blue, with a blond-haired child standing on a strange-looking rock looking into the distance. There is also a sentence written in beautiful cursive letters in the lower left corner: Dedicated to children and adults who have been children. them.

The entire book was wrapped in a layer of plastic film and had obviously not been opened. Linda would be its first reader.

The wind chimes rang again, and silence returned to the store. The programmed smile on Le Jing's face suddenly disappeared, "I'm really curious what kind of country this is." An excited smile of eagerness to try appeared in his eyes.

Thanks to the universal translator installed by Le Ling, he was able to communicate with Linda without any communication barriers. Le Jing couldn't help but sigh at Linda's rough lines, but she didn't even notice that his mouth shape didn't match.

Since ancient times, the spread of culture has been limited by language and culture. Even the most perfect translation on earth cannot 100% restore the original flavor of the work. However, the translation provided by Leling claims to be able to 100% restore the essence of the original work. , such a heaven-defying translation function can only be achieved by black technology from the future.

Although human beings' sorrows and joys are not the same, the reason why great works are great is that they can allow readers to have a direct soul dialogue with the author to the greatest extent.

Without the constraints of language, readers will be able to fully understand the original author's thoughts and emotions. Lejing has always believed that good works can transcend prejudices and restrictions in terms of nationality, religion, culture, etc., and arouse resonance among readers.

Le Jing was looking forward to the girl's feedback and the book she would bring him the next day.

The doorbell rang again, Le Jing showed a professional smile and looked at the next guest: "Welcome, what books do you need?"

By the time Linda had time to flip through the new book, it was already evening. She wasted another afternoon!

But there is nothing we can do about it. As a young aristocratic lady, if she wants to live in the upper class circle, she must spend time and energy on boring social interactions.

She put on her pajamas, sat on the bedside, and opened the book eagerly under the warm light of the desk lamp.

The author's name is Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Linda has never heard of this name, so it must be a new author.

New authors often mean bad grammar and shitty content. Linda secretly prayed that this book wouldn't disappoint her. After all, she was quite interested in the subject matter.

"I ask the children who may read this book to forgive me for dedicating this book to an adult..." Linda patiently read the author's preface, secretly wondering which country [France] is? She had never heard of this country. Probably some unknown small country.

"When I was six years old, I once read in a book called "The Truth of Nature"..."

And so the story begins.

Linda, who was originally looking forward to reading the great adventure story of a pilot, met the little prince from the alien world.

The little prince wanted a sheep to accompany him. He lived on a small planet, not much bigger than a house, where he could watch forty-three sunsets a day.

He has a proud rose and deeply loves this unique flower among billions of stars.

Along the way he wandered, met all kinds of people and animals, and successfully tamed a fox.

In the end, he met 'me' - a pilot who crash-landed in the desert.

Linda had never read such a profound and beautiful poem-like text. The childlike, ethereal and dreamy narration contained deep loneliness and sadness.

Halfway through the book, Linda realized that this was not an adventure novel. This is a fairy tale, a fairy tale for adults.

So can the little prince finally return to his own planet?

The unturned pages of the book were getting thinner and thinner. Linda's heart was high, and she turned one page after another tremblingly.

Finally, my eyes stayed on the last paragraph without moving for a long time.

〖A yellow light flashed near his ankle bone. For a moment he was motionless. He didn't yell. He fell to the ground as gently as a tree, probably because of the sand, without even a sound. 〗

Linda is no longer a child, of course she understands what snake venom is. But it was because of this that she was even more unwilling to believe that terrible guess.

Is it a lie?

Isn't this a fairy tale?

How could the little prince die? !

By the way, the story is not finished yet, maybe the little prince just fell asleep. Linda eagerly opened the pages of the book, looking longingly between the words.

〖Now, yes, it has been six years...I have never told this story...〗

〖...If a child comes up to you, if he is smiling, has blond hair, and does not answer other people's questions, you can guess who he is. At that time, please help me! Don't let me be so sad all the time. Write me quickly and tell me; he is back...〗

"No, it's a lie. The little prince will not die. He must have returned to his own planet." Linda lost her voice. Unknowingly, she had burst into tears and cried like a child. "In the fairy tale, It won’t kill anyone, no.”

Even though she said this, Linda still knew in her heart that it was precisely because this was a fairy tale for adults that the little prince died.

The little prince represents the innocence of every adult. When they grow up, everyone's "little prince" has returned to their own planet.

It was because of understanding this and contacting herself that Linda cried bitterly.

"I want to read this book again!" she choked.

It seems that she must go to see the boss tomorrow, and give him the "The Complete History of Said" collected at home. Anyway, my father just put it in the study to show off its arty appearance, and it just accumulated dust at home.

Linda suddenly looked forward to the densely packed books on the bookshelf that she saw at a glance in the afternoon. If all those books were as beautiful as the Little Prince... No, even if only one tenth of them were as beautiful as the Little Prince -

Then this bookstore will make people all over the Said Empire, no, all over the world, crazy!

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