Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

The layout of the alleys in Shangjing is different from other places.

Even in the most remote corner, if you turn around inadvertently, you will often find a quiet and elegant bookstore.

The area of ​​these bookstores is usually small, but the sparrows are small and well-equipped, and you can often find unexpected gains in them.

On a bright summer afternoon, walking into such a store, holding a favorite book, and smelling the faint scent of ink in the air is extremely pleasant.

And those who are willing to run such a small shop are often free and easy, and don't care about your behavior—— right?

"Are you the boss?"

With Ge You paralyzed, Fu Qian was lying on the rocking chair behind the counter, with his eyelids open, looking at the person standing in front of him.

He is 50 years old, tall and straight, with a well-tailored dark gray suit, which is clearly hand-made, and his gray hair on the temples is combed meticulously.

Undoubtedly, this man's demeanor is completely different from that of Bai Shuzhong who is huddled in the corner, and the word tone is written all over his body.

At this moment, the person with such a decent posture was looking around with a scrutinizing gaze, including Fu Qian, who could see a slight frown.

"Yes."

Except for making a sound, Fu Qian's whole posture didn't change in the slightest.

"Do you have any—"

"No."

This person only spoke halfway before being interrupted directly by Fu Qian.

"I haven't even said anything yet."

The decent brother was obviously a little shocked, and his expression froze for a while.

"The bookshelves have been flipped through too messily, I'm just too lazy to go and look one by one, please help me find it."

"Yes it has been consumed by chaos."

After entertaining the customers, Fuqian closed his eyes directly.

I……

Such a bad posture undoubtedly made Brother Dee very angry. The guy in front of him obviously doesn't know what it means to say that the customer is God.

But this is not the Lord who gives up easily.

The decent brother simply stood there, looking over one by one.

Maybe it was luck, or maybe it was just pretending luck, and a few minutes later he found what he was looking for.

Going forward and grabbing it in his hand, he condescendingly threw the book on the counter.

"Bill, please."

"This is not for sale, it is only presented with the book."

Only glanced at it, Fu Qian remained expressionless.

I'm so...

Resisting the urge to slap the book on his face, Dedi gritted his teeth.

"With what book?"

"Another of this book."

Fu Qian's answer was extremely natural.

Without saying a word, brother Deti just stared at Fu Qian, trembling for more than ten seconds, then turned around and left without saying a word.

This guy still had a sliver of reason, and he wasn't so naive as to look for another one.

Because even if it is found, it can be said that this product is not this one.

There is no way, no one can do anything when encountering such a thing.

Judging by his posture, the store must belong to him.

……

After entertaining the customers, pay Qian to enter the state of closing eyes again.

Originally, she planned to find Wenli to get some bullets, but she didn't expect her to leave Shangjing temporarily.

And this kind of thing doesn't bother her housekeeper, otherwise the person concerned may easily think too much.

So there is nothing urgent about it, so you might as well return to your job.

The bookstore has not been open for so long, and my career is almost ruined.

So Fuqian's bookstore opened again, and so far, it can only be said that it feels good.

Of course, customers seem to be hard to empathize with.

Whether it was the decent brother who left, or the people who stayed behind, they were all overwhelmed by this feeling of being at home.

After comparing their actions, the few remaining customers quietly put down the books in their hands and slipped out.

In a blink of an eye, the bookstore became even quieter.

Click!

Not long after, the sound of a door opening broke the silence.

The few who were still persisting looked over one after another, wanting to see which unlucky brother went astray again.

However, after seeing the person who came, the eyes of the group of people coincidentally showed a hint of psychedelic.

The person who came was a rather handsome man, whose age was difficult to tell for a while.

His skin was pale, his eyes were dark and deep, and he could faintly see a trace of scarlet in his gaze.

This man was not dressed formally, just casually wearing a dark shirt, but he exuded an indescribable elegance.

The decent brother from before was compared with him, and the judgment was judged, and he instantly became an old man with a pretentious posture.

In the face of other people's scrutiny, this one doesn't seem to mind at all, and it can even be said that he enjoys it.

And he obviously didn't come here to buy books, after entering the door, he almost went straight to Fuqian's position.

Although they did not know each other before, there was a worried expression on the faces of everyone for a while, as if they couldn't bear to see him being tortured by this bad boss like the previous one.

"It's closed, you go out first."

This man stood still in front of Fuqian, looked down upon him from above, and then spoke softly the next moment.

These words seemed to carry an unspeakable magic power, and the rest of them put down the books in their hands in response, and went out without a word.

The bookstore was empty in an instant, and this person directly dragged a chair and sat opposite to Fuqian.

"Are you the owner of this store?"

Without much hesitation, he directly asked a familiar question.

"Yes."

Fu Qian sighed.

Sure enough, he could only steal half a day's leisure, and someone came to interrupt his struggle so soon.

"You here—"

The tone paused.

"Do you accept old books?"

Old books?

After thinking about it before paying, he nodded naturally.

Diversification is the only way to develop and grow.

"Of course, but I have to read something first."

"That is naturally quite a special book, ancient and precious."

"Taylor Goulard."

The visitor introduced himself while introducing himself.

Sure enough.

Fu Qian was not at all surprised by this name.

With such a classic shape, it can be called full of blood style.

And the vampires who can have grievances and grievances are none other than the Gulard family.

Sure enough, this ancient family with many years of accumulation still has its own persistence in some things.

After suffering a loss in the matter against Gan Zuoxun, when it was obvious that the Ye Zhiren was unhappy, he still wanted to find out his own details.

This is also a matter of face. It is hard to say whether you really have the courage to retaliate, and you still have to show your posture.

At this time, Taylor had already taken out a book that he carried with him, unwrapped the layers of wrapping outside, and the last black cover appeared in front of his eyes.

The size is not big, but it is slightly wider than a palm. Judging from the degree of wear and tear of the cover, it is indeed very old.

This shape looks like a diary no matter how you look at it.

Fu Qian thought to himself, but saw that Taylor had already turned the book around and pushed it towards him.

"Take a look."

"it is good."

Fu Qian stretched out his hand and flipped a page casually, but the next moment he frowned slightly.

Is it really a diary?