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However, she didn't directly draw any conclusions, but quietly waited for Chen Feng beside her to speak. After all, she just wanted to go out with her alone, and she didn't really care about where to go.

"Is there any recommended bibliography here? Unpopular ones are fine."

"Turn right, the bottom shelf is on the fourth floor from bottom to top. That floor is specially organized by me. I like it very much, but it probably doesn't suit most people's tastes."

On the chair at the front desk, the old man's fisherman hat covered most of his face, and the hoarse voice came from him.

"Well, thank you very much."

Just nodding casually, Chen Feng walked in the direction described by the old man.

The air in the bookstore is filled with a faint scent of incense. With the cover of the gate and the protection of the walls, the temperature inside the bookstore is naturally much higher than the outside world.

It seems... there is only one person in this shop.

After a brief walk around, Chen Feng didn't see anyone other than the old man, but the dilapidated old bookstore was cleaned up, and the books were arranged on the shelves in the order they should be. The shelf is crumbling, but it still seems to be trying to spend the rest of its life carrying the books above it.

In addition to the numerous bibliographies, there is a painting on the wall in the deepest part of the bookstore that seems to be randomly splashed with colorful paints, sometimes lines, sometimes clustered, sometimes dense, no pattern can be found at a superficial look, it seems to be The work of a child's passion.

Chen Feng stared at it for a few seconds and then nodded slightly. Although he couldn't understand the painting, he could still feel the beauty of the combination of simple outlines and colors.

Beauty does not require knowledge to appreciate, but more of an expression and resonance of emotion.

Walking a few steps forward, the store owner pointed out a specially organized bookshelf. The style of the bookshelf has not changed much, but the place where the books should be written with classified letters is blank, and the sorting looks messy. Not the slightest sign of book classification.

Fairy tales, politics, economics, medicine... are messily and irregularly arranged on the top.

You must know that whether it is a bookstore or a library, classifying books by alphabet is the most basic thing. Sayuri also glanced at the books on other bookshelves, and it seemed that only the classification of this bookshelf was excluded.

'What a strange place...'

Sayuri had something to think about, but she found that Chen Feng's eyes had been scanning the bookshelf, as if he was still not sure what to read.

Sayuri casually picked up a fairy tale written in Russian on the bookshelf, and reminded:

"Mr. Feng, there are actually many ways to record stories. Even in fairy tales, you can find many stories that reflect reality, but they are hidden deeply."

"That's true, but you still have to filter it carefully."

Hearing this, Chen Feng nodded in agreement. Whether it is a novel or an essay, it is a carrier for recording and reflecting the reality in the author's eyes at the time of writing. Because of this, these words are likely to resonate with more people. .Therefore, in every period of turmoil, the literati who are most likely to cause public resistance are all regarded as thorns in the eyes and thorns in the flesh by the opponents.

But after sweeping the entire bookshelf, Chen Feng frowned unintentionally. When he turned his head, Sayuri was already talking with the store manager at the front desk, as if hoping to get permission to read books here.

Soon, Sayuri looked at Chen Feng, smiled and nodded, it seemed that she had obtained permission.

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

If you continue to struggle, you will not get any results other than wasting time. Chen Feng picked up the books on the top floor and took the first book there.

This is a book with a black and yellowish outer cover. Chen Feng can feel the age of this book when holding it in his hand, and the book cover feels very comfortable to the touch, as if it is wrapped in a layer of fur. There was no writing on the case, 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 position was not right, so he got up and changed his position. Chen Feng noticed that the other party's gaze glanced at the book in his hand.

After all, the two of them came here to borrow books, so Chen Feng still knew how to be polite. He smiled back at each other. The old store manager didn't have much expression, but just nodded lightly.

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

"Huh? Does it look old?"

Sayuri was taken aback. She didn't expect that Chen Feng hadn't read this book. Obviously, this book should be a world-famous masterpiece, not to mention the author and year are clearly marked.

"Well, it just has a sense of age."

Sayuri wasn't stupid enough to tear down other people's platforms, she just replied in a polite manner, and then looked at the fairy tale in her hand.

Chen Feng turned over the first page. It was a piece of yellowed paper, with handwritten text on it, sometimes connected, sometimes scattered, pieced together one by one, but not common English, after a short silence , Chen Feng determined that it was undoubtedly Latin.

But then looking down, Chen Feng found that some sentences were obviously much more complicated and lengthy compared with the general Latin, and the elements that could be simplified were rigid and fixed.

"Classical Latin..."

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

Sayuri was already fascinated by the story, and her eyes were fixed on the book without moving. After Chen Feng flipped through a few pages again, he got up slightly and walked to the front desk. The writing is no longer in Latin, but a kind of scribbled writing that Chen Feng has never seen before.

Even if Chen Feng came over, he didn't have any intention of raising his head.

Since the other party didn't speak, then Chen Feng came by himself. He put the book in his hand on it, turned to the old store manager, and asked:

"Old man, how should the classical Latin be translated here? I linked to the previous description of a similar combination of time and wisdom, but I still can't combine it with my own translation of the latter part."

The hands of the old store manager who wrote the text paused for a moment, and he looked at Chen Feng with some surprise eyes, but soon fell down again, and the movement of his hands did not stop, but replied:

"The time and space that rotates are eternal and return to one point, and the existence of insignificance will not understand that we are in a small corner of the world."

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

"Thank you."

"Wait a minute, young man."

The old store manager put down the pen in his hand, took off the hat on his head, and opened the corners of his wrinkled eyes vigorously. Those old but clear eyes scanned every part of Chen Feng's body.

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

The gaze didn't last too long, it was only 5 seconds. The old store manager withdrew his gaze, put on his hat again, pointed to Chen Feng's left hand and said:

"The fourth bookshelf on your left, and the last three on the seventh floor of the bookshelf to the right, I hope you can also take a look."