Thousands of years

Chapter 11

"Girl, I think you are really interested in these things. Our house is near the Temple of Disembarkation." It can be regarded as someone who is willing to listen to me say a few more words, laughing and talking non-stop, The wrinkles on the old man's face are all visible to the naked eye.

"I do have a book at home. The pictures on it should be related to the Temple of Mechanism, but I can't understand the text..."

After a short period of regret, the eyes of the old man became more and more bright, "Girl, if you are interested, you can pick it up with me. I have been here for many years, and this is the first time I have seen you so meticulous. Fate."

From this school to the Temple of Disembarkation, there can be no danger along the way, An Ji readily agreed.Riding on the bicycle, and waiting for the old man to say hello and ask for a good leave, they went to the old uncle's house together.

"Girl, are you writing some kind of article? Or are you doing...a thesis?" The old man led the way ahead, and his words drifted into An Ji's ears along the wind.

"My two children are about the same age as you. It's a pity that one has gone abroad, and the other is studying science. They are not interested in this area."

"Hey, it's really rare that young people are still interested in these old things..."

The road was not far away, the old man said a few words to himself and then started to concentrate on riding the bike. Within a quarter of an hour, the old man stopped the car and greeted An Ji.

The latter propped one foot on the ground, staring blankly at the tall building in front of him, wondering what he was thinking again.

"When we arrive, it's fine to park the car outside. People can only enter through this door, and there are many cars inside, so it's hard to get out at that time."

An Ji University was not in Hangzhou. In my memory, the old blue bricks and gray tiles have been replaced by high-rise buildings. I can't help but sigh that time flies.

Not far away, it should still be being repaired, and the potholes still retain a little color of rain, with a bit of green moss as thin as green smoke.

"It's still being renovated over there, girls should be careful when walking."

"I don't know if that book can help you, but it's been kept at home as long as I can remember. It must have been there for a few years." After locking the bicycle, the old man continued to lead the way.

The white powder butterfly flew across the air and stayed on the damp ground not far away. An Ji looked along and saw a piece of wings reflecting light yellow light sucking the rare rain in summer on the ground.

"Sometimes I always feel that these small animals have aura, and it is said that there is the location of the Temple of Machine..."

The old man was digging out the key from his pocket to open the door, and looked back in that direction distractedly, "Unfortunately, I haven't kept it until now. It's not a superstition, it's all about the history of Hangzhou."

Speaking of this, An Ji couldn't help but nod. Those worshiped in the Temple of Machine are not illusory gods, but those who weave stories into the long river of history in Hangzhou, and even in Chinese silk.

"Hey, these things are lost too much now!" The old man sighed, and an inexplicable emotion spread out in the corridor and collided in the hearts of the two of them.

"Crack..."

"Come in and sit down. It's hot outside. I'll get you the book."

Perhaps because of this rare fate, the old man talked a lot, An Ji just seized the gap to tell the old man that he should stand at the door, and the latter came out with a yellowed book.

"Here, this is for you. It has been stored for quite a long time. It must have been wet back then, and some characters may not be read clearly."

The book was still bound with ancient thread, and An Ji could even imagine the care with which someone fixed the book stitch by stitch.

Even though it was damp, it didn't become moldy, and it turned yellow but it didn't break. It can be seen that even though the old man couldn't understand the words on it, he still held the book tightly.

"No matter how precious something is, it must be useful to someone who can understand it. If it is placed here, it is a waste."

Seeing that An Ji pursed his lips slightly, looking embarrassed to speak, the old man directly stuffed the book into the man's hand.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, girl. If you're embarrassed, just tell me when you have a chance in the future."

(End of this chapter)