Pandora's Box

The door opened quickly, Zhuo Wenyang seemed to be taken aback when he saw me, and then asked gently: "What's wrong?"

He hadn't slept yet, a candle was lit beside the bed, and a book was placed.

When wearing glasses, he looks a little alienated and unpredictable.

I smiled and said, "Then what, come and chat with me."

He was a little surprised, but soon Bingxue reacted intelligently, and smiled: "Are you still afraid?"

Being seen through, I could only laugh dryly: "Hahaha."

He said, "Go to your room."

I was so moved by his words.

He said, "In case you are afraid when you go back to your room next time."

He also brought the candle and the book. Although I first claimed that I wanted to chat with him, after entering the room, my heart was beating wildly, and I didn't know what to talk to him about.

After staring at each other for a while, I said awkwardly, "Why don't you continue reading? It can also give me courage."

He looked at me, nodded, sat on the chair and continued to flip through the book.

It was still windy and rainy outside the house, but I was relieved a lot, and I felt much better with someone by my side.

And Zhuo Wenyang, really, is upright from head to toe.

I think he must be the kind of person who can survive to the end in a horror movie.

If I transmigrated into a horror novel, I would definitely follow him closely to ensure that I could live longer.

I asked, "Hey, aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

He glanced at me: "Not afraid."

"Is it because you were scared by Uncle Chen?"

When he mentioned his father, he laughed and said, "That's right. I've heard it a lot since I was a child. Besides, there's nothing to be afraid of fake things."

I thought for a while and said, "But, how do you know that those ghost stories are not true?"

He looked at me: "Huh?"

"People only believe in what they can see and feel. There may be some things that we firmly believe are false just because we can't feel them, but in fact they really exist?"

He raised his eyebrows and said, "It makes sense."

"..." I didn't expect him to compromise so easily and accepted my rebuttal.Just like Cheng Yichen.

Then he said lightly: "However, even if it is true, I don't think ghosts are scary. In this world, people are much scarier than ghosts."

"..."

For some reason, when he said that, I felt even more creepy.

I shivered under the quilt for a while, and said, "Tell me a story."

"What do you want to hear?"

"The kind that doesn't scare people."

He said, "Then let me tell you about the ruler of Sagittarius, Jupiter."

"Yes."

He talked about the largest planet in the solar system, about the powerful storm on its surface, about how close it was to becoming a star,

Speaking of it, although it is not the closest planet to the earth, it has always protected the earth. With its strong suction and its own body, it has withstood many asteroid impacts for the earth...

I looked at him and listened to him leaning on the pillow. He spoke very interestingly, but his voice was so comfortable. Before I knew it, my eyelids became heavier and heavier, and I couldn't see his appearance clearly.

I had a dream. In the dream, I saw the vast universe, the stars all over the sky, the huge and regrettable Jupiter, the earth that was cared for without knowing it, and Zhuo Wenyang.

I slept too deeply, I got up late the next day, not only missed breakfast, Zhuo Wenyang was gone, the house was empty, I could only see Cheng Yichen working at his desk through the open study door.

I knocked on the door, Cheng Yichen turned around, saw me, smiled and said: "Are you up? Lunch is not ready yet, let me cook something for you first?"

"No, I'll just drink some soy milk."

He used a reading shelf on his desk to hold a book upright, with rice paper spread in front of it, and he seemed to be practicing calligraphy by the way.

I asked curiously, "What kind of book is this?"

Cheng Yichen showed me the cover, "A Woman of No Importance", Oscar Wilde.

"Is the book written by this person good?"

He seems to have quite a few books by this author.

Cheng Yichen smiled and said, "You must have seen his works, such as The Happy Prince."

Dreaming back to the level of a primary school student, I suddenly realized and said "oh".I do remember that the Happy Prince had eyes made of gemstones, and his body was covered with gold, but in the end he was nothing but a swallow that froze to death at his feet.

I looked at what he was writing.

Repeatedly on the paper is a neatly written excerpt: "Every saint has a dark past, and every sinner has a pure and spotless future."

"Is this written in a book?" I pondered, "Let's forget about the first half of the sentence, isn't the second half too wishful thinking?"

He lowered his eyes slightly and said, "Yes."

"By the way, Uncle Chen," I remembered what I had been pondering for a long time, "I want to ask you to recommend some books for me."

He raised his eyes and said gently, "Okay, what about it?"

"Astronomy."

Cheng Yichen was stunned for a moment, not hiding his surprise: "Astronomy? Why are you interested in this?"

I scratched my head: "Zhuo Wenyang's talk is very interesting, I just want to find some books to read and understand."

He smiled: "Okay, I'll find you in a few days."

Two days later, I went to Cheng Yichen's bookstore, and he really put a few books in front of me.

"Just starting out, I don't prepare too many books for you, so as not to stress you. Christopher Galfard's "A Minimalist History of the Universe", this is a good science book, I think it's pretty good as an introduction, "Basic "Introduction to Astronomy", Observation of "Stargazing at Night", and another book," he hesitated, and said, "I think it is the most suitable for beginners."

I looked at the lovely font of the title on the cover, and the line "XXX for children's reading" at the bottom.

Cheng Yichen said: "This book is actually very interesting. It is a very professional children's astronomical book. It contains a lot of information and the language is simple. It won't dissuade people at the beginning. I don't know if you mind. I like it very much."

I immediately said: "To be honest, children's books are quite suitable for me to read."

He smiled.

I don't know why, but in front of him, I can relax and think of myself as a child.

He poured me a cup of tea, put a small dish of candy, and said, "You look here first, and call me if you have any questions."

"Ah."

Although I took the initiative to ask him to find a few books for me to read, but as soon as these were placed in front of me, my scalp would inevitably go numb and I would feel the urge to urinate.

Thinking about our textbooks, there are only a dozen pages of content in a day, and I have to persuade Yuan Keke to push and curse, so I can barely keep up with the progress.I am also inflated, and dare to challenge myself?

I suspect that apart from the one for children, the others might be abandoned on the first page like memorizing English words.

Cheng Yichen looked at me and said with a smile, "It's okay, just read slowly, don't worry if you don't understand."

"The feeling of reading a good book is like," he thought for a while, and said, "like a hard candy with a filling in it. When it gradually melts, your mouth will be full of good taste."

"Um……"

Because of Zhuo Wenyang and Cheng Yichen, those things that I avoided before seem to be expected to gradually become better.