I bent the devil

In the era without fluorescent lamps, you have to admire the ingenuity of the ancients. They had the ability to create extraordinary things under limited circumstances.

Even in many small things, you will marvel at the wisdom of the ancients.

At least Gu Jiu has used natural light for the bookstore now, so that every corner will not be surprised by the dimming of the architectural structure of the house itself.In the eyes of a layman like him, there is no difference, but there is a difference in the position of the window.

The bookshelf is different from Gu Jiu's at that time. The books now are relatively soft both in terms of paper quality and binding, unlike the paper in Gu Jiu's time. If you buy it outside, it is good paper that is hard and not easy to damage.The books that Song Qingyi was reading in the carriage before Gu Jiu had carefully looked at them. Although they were half-old, they were already considered top-grade ones.But still easy to break.

I used to always read in some articles that the ancients were always careful when flipping books, for fear of damage. At that time, I thought it was to highlight the importance and love of this book. Now I understand that it is just because of the paper here. It's really too easy to damage.

So now books can’t be placed upright, they are placed flat on the bookshelves, only the bookshelves of the outer frame, from this row you can see the movement of the last row, although some places are blocked because the books are piled too high It can't be seen, but it can still be seen at a glance as a whole.

This also made it easy for Gu Jiu to see the figure standing in the corner of the bookstore with his back turned to him.

Gu Jiu smiled slightly and walked over lightly.This can be regarded as a habit developed in bookstores, libraries, etc., but when he was about to approach, he couldn't help but stop.

Across a row of bookshelves, he looked at Song Qingyi who was concentrating on the book in his hands with his eyes downcast.

There are upper and lower rows of windows in the bookstore. In the morning, open the upper row of windows to let the sunlight flow down to illuminate the room. In the afternoon, when the sun is slanted, open the lower windows.

It was close to noon at this time, but the autumn sun was still very good. It shone obliquely from the window above, bringing with it the nearly motionless floating dust in the beam of light, and lightly sprinkled on Song Qingyi's body.

The edge of the scattered crow-black long hair was covered with a light halo, and Gu Jiu could see the floating dust still in the light stagnating not far from him, and it seemed that he slowed down his breathing and stopped walking , just because I didn't want to disturb the scene in front of me.

The young man standing there didn't seem to notice Gu Jiu's approach at all. He just focused on the book in his hand, which appeared to be withered and tattered pages. The fan-shaped shadows make it hard to see the half-covered, pure black eyes like black jade, but the light falls from the side on his face, shoulders, and the Chinese clothes with dark lines flowing in the light and shadow. On the screen, it outlines the tranquility of the years.

Until the crow-feather-like eyelashes slowly lifted up, revealing the pair of pure black eyes that were always indifferent but seemed gentle, facing Gu Jiu straightly.The moment it touches it is like the winter sun melting the light frost on the cold jade, instantly turning the original indifference and alienation into water-like softness and moistness.

Gu Jiu was a little stunned, then turned his face to avoid coughing lightly, but still felt his ears were slightly hot.

Gu Jiu, who avoided meeting the young man's eyes, naturally didn't see the three-point smile and warmth in Song Qingyi's eyes, as if there was a sparkle of spring floating in those eyes, the corners of the eyes were dyed three-point Intoxicating pink.

But after Gu Jiu looked back, he restrained himself in an instant, the scene just now was like a short-lived virtual image.

"What's the matter?" Song Qingyi said softly. After the last bit of youthful astringency faded from the originally pleasant voice, it became warmer day by day, especially in this quiet space, when the voice was slightly lowered to imply some deep meaning. , it will bring out a little bit of graininess in the throat.

... A voice that makes people feel an electric current rise from the end of the tailbone until the scalp explodes.

"...It's nothing." Gu Jiu was stunned again, and suddenly he forgot why he came in.Strong self-possessed and approached Song Qingyi again, while seemingly unintentionally changing the topic, he asked, "Did you find any interesting books?"

After Song Qingyi's eyes lingered on Gu Jiu's face for a while, he said slowly, "...I found a few interesting travel notes."

"Travel notes?" Gu Jiu turned his eyes away from the book he had just casually picked up from the shelf, and landed on Song Qingyi's hand.On the withered and torn paper, the hand was more powerful, slender and fair, as if it had been stabbed, and he quickly moved his eyes away, Gu Jiu cursed in his heart that he really took the wrong medicine today.

"Well, it's quite interesting, do you want to take a look?" The young man beside him seemed not to notice Gu Jiu's sudden heartbeat. The surroundings and their keen perception seemed to have disappeared at this moment, and they approached Gu Jiu unknowingly, and handed the travel notes in his hand to his eyes.

"Look."

The sunlight seemed to be sucked away by Song Qingyi, and with just a slight movement, it blocked the light originally projected from the side. ...Let Gu Jiu have an illusion of being enveloped by Song Qingyi at that moment.

In the shadow of the unclear light, there was also an ambiguous voice, followed by Song Qingyi's aura.

A kind of clear, seemingly absent, breath.

Gu Jiu stared at the yellowed book stretched out to his eyes, but couldn't read any words on it.

...Adam's apple, swallowed involuntarily.

Song Qingyi, who was standing beside him against the light, seemed to be still the same as usual.But the floating dust that was originally suspended in the air floated slightly.

With an inexplicable and little-known secret joy and joy.

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This atmosphere didn't last long before it was broken by a sudden noise in the bookstore.

Unlike before, Song Qingyi had already noticed the smell outside before stepping into the bookstore, and with his hands around, he hugged Gu Jiu and hid in the corner inside.

The place where he and Gu Jiu stood was originally the innermost part of the bookstore. Compared with the books stacked in front of them in a prominent position, they are unpopular ones that are rarely read by anyone. They are randomly stacked here. I don't really care if it breaks, as long as I can fit more into the limited space.

Therefore, this place can be said to be the only blind spot, and the only person who can see Song Qingyi and Gu Jiu is probably from the window facing them.Otherwise, it will not be discovered by others.

"Huh?" The person who came was a girl, and the voice was clear and sweet just by saying that.Some surprised voices were not aimed at Song Qingyi or Gu Jiu, but were just wandering around and reading, but accidentally found the book he had been looking for. "I didn't expect to find the second volume of this book here."

Surprise, and the slight sound of turning the pages of the book, just about to open his mouth——

——"Shopkeeper, I want that book." Another female voice cut in.It was also pleasant to the ear, like Youlan from the valley, with an ethereal taste, but it was two points more cold and inexplicably arrogant than the person just now.

"This, this... girl, this book, this book is the one that got it first."

As soon as Gu Jiu heard it, he knew it was Xiao Ding's voice, but the young man who was smiling in front of him just now seemed extremely embarrassed.

After all, no matter which side it is, he can't afford to mess with it.

Really... If I knew it would happen, I wouldn't argue with Xiao Bing today.Two aunts, why don't you go?let's go qaq

Xiao Ding wailed in his heart about his unfavorable life, but how could God easily let him go?

There was a soft chuckle accompanied by the sound of the folding fan being opened with a 'swish' sound. Gu Jiu can imagine it now without looking at it just by listening to the sound. The girl who came first must now be Qingyao's origami fan looking at the people behind . "Could it be that 'stealing other people's things'...is your Nangong family's preference? Why do you want to buy mine when you don't want so many books? You are really interesting..." Wei Wei elongated his voice meaningfully and called out to the visitor name.

——"Nangong Xiaoxiao."

The convening of the martial arts conference has two meanings. One is to determine the ranking of the top 100 martial arts in the new arena through re-competition every four years. Opportunity to show your face.

"Five Spirits", "Four Heroes", "Three Excellencies", "Double Heroes" and "One Young Master" will be selected.

Among them, the "Three Shows" do not put martial arts first, but appearance.

And the three beauties who were dubbed the "Thirteen Beauty" four years ago are Jiang Lingbo from the Jiang family, Nangong Xiaoxiao from the Nangong family, and Tian Xiner who was born in Yanlou and was called "Mr. Thirteen". It is said that Tian Xin'er was named the "Three Excellences" not because of her appearance, but because of her brilliant talent, and because of her exquisite heart and intelligence, she became the "One Excellence".And when Jiang Lingbo didn't show his face in the arena, there was only one person who was honored as a fairy in the arena.

That is Nangong Xiaoxiao who was dubbed "Fairy Youlan".

Anything, when there is only one copy, will appear noble and exclusive, but when there are two copies, comparison is inevitable.

In particular, Jiang's family and Nangong's family both had a Mrs. Song Jiabao's lord, which made people feel a bit more optimistic about the show.

However, Nangong Xiaoxiao and Jiang Lingbo did not disappoint all spectators.

Standing outside the door, the beauty in a light green dress is like an orchid emerging from a quiet valley, just standing there silently, without showing any more expressions to appear elegant and refined, with Distinguish the meaning of coldness, which is in stark contrast to Jiang Lingfeng who is standing in the bookstore, wearing men's clothes but is free and easy, straightforward and bright.

"Sister Jiang's place, the book in your hand was looked at by my little girl before Xiaoxiao, and she wanted to settle it for a long time. It's a pity that she is used to carelessness, and she doesn't look like her daughter's house at all, so this scene appeared. , I wonder if sister Jiang can give this book to Xiaoxiao?" Nangong Xiaoxiaowen's tone was gentle and smiling, but her brows were cold and alienated.

When a beauty with a habitually cold face rarely shows a slight smile, it will always make people feel flattered, let alone a book, a box of books will agree.

...Unfortunately, she faced Jiang Lingbo who was also a woman.

The swaying paper fan was put away, the smiling lips were slightly tightened, the eyelids were lifted slightly, making the dark eyes more eye-catching, and the eyebrows were slightly raised, showing a hint of sarcasm.

"What if I say... don't want to?"