Change the world with entertainment with Yokai Girl

Qin Jing was picked up by her father and taken to the attic on the second floor. At the end of the stairs was an old-fashioned black wooden door.

"Is this the library?" Qin Jing thought to himself. He had never been here before. So this is where the key is used.

"You'll know once you open the door," Qin's father said, keeping everyone in suspense.

"I'll open it!" Qin Jing asked her father to pick her up. She inserted the key hanging around her neck, turned it, pulled it out, and gently pushed the door open. The whole process was full of ritual.

Upon entering, Qin's father turned on the light.

Qin Jing then saw the scene in the room clearly. Apart from a small desk in front of a glass window, the rest of the room was filled with rows of dark purple wooden bookshelves, which emitted a light fragrance.

Before this, Jing never imagined that there would be such a treasure trove in his home; it was practically a small library.

Qin Jing ran to each bookshelf, but unfortunately, she was too short and could only stand on tiptoe to look at them.

The bookshelves are well-organized, covering social sciences, medicine, literature, and philosophy. This shelf contains classic works from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign, including Chinese classics, historical texts, philosophical works, and literary collections; Japanese works such as The Tale of Genji; and ancient Greek works such as The Iliad…

This side of the bookshelf features modern literature, including works by Lu Xun, Guo Moruo, Mao Dun, Ba Jin, Lao She, Cao Xueqin, and the three great writers of the Republic of China, as well as winners of major literary awards over the past century.

On the other side are modern, best-selling, and popular social science popularization books.

With so many varieties, Qin Jing felt like she was about to be overwhelmed.

"Haha, Xiaojing likes it here, doesn't she?" Qin's father asked with a smile.

"Of course!" Qin Jing nodded emphatically in response.

In fact, every book lover has dreamed of owning many books, such as opening a coffee shop or teahouse, filling the bookshelves with books for book lovers to read at will, or simply opening their own private library.

Of course, most people can only do this: during a "buy 200 get 100 free" promotion, they randomly buy a bunch of books, don't even finish reading them, and just use them to fill their bookshelves.

Now Qin Jing actually owns a small library, and she feels incredibly happy and elated.

Although it was just a few bookshelves in a small attic, it couldn't compare to the Library of Alexandria built by the Ptolemaic dynasty, which took it upon itself to collect all the books in the world and gathered the wisdom that could be found in Egyptian civilization, Greek civilization, and all the lands that conquerors had passed through.

It also cannot compare to the Wisdom Palace of the Arab dynasties, which brought together scholars and translators from various countries and religions, forming a treasure trove of wisdom and a sanctuary for intellectuals at that time.

But this is his library, and he always feels like his dream has already come true before he even becomes a literary youth.

Qin Jing held the brass key with great care and exclaimed, "Dad, our Qin family is amazing!"

"Back then, although our Qin family was in business, we were different from those merchants who were keen on collecting antiques and ancient paintings. We used any surplus money to buy books that had been lost during the national crisis. If we hadn't donated a batch of valuable ancient books back to domestic libraries, these bookshelves would probably be overflowing by now," Qin's father said proudly. This was a private library passed down through generations.

This place became Qin Jing's first library, a place that accompanied him as he grew up. Even after he acquired countless libraries, he still loved this place the most. Of course, he was completely unaware of all this at the moment.

Section 8, Chapter 08: Just get by with cuteness.

Seeing Jing's blissful expression, Qin's father sighed. He was at his wit's end with his overly precocious son, who seemed to be developing into a bookworm. He really didn't know who his son took after. Children his age should just read picture books and fairy tales.

Qin's father reached out and snatched the heavy book that Jing had been using for weightlifting, and handed him a storybook instead.

Pa~!

The one that was rejected was slapped away.

'It really didn't work...'

Qin's father hesitated for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he handed over a copy of The Little Prince.

This time, Jing accepted it, sitting on the floor and happily flipping through the pages. It was a fairy tale that explored the true meaning of life from a child's perspective. It was also a philosophical book discussing truth, goodness, and beauty; the rose represented love, the fox a wise giver, the snake the fear of the unknown, and the baobab tree the inflated desire…

"If we don't travel the world, we won't know what our spiritual and emotional anchor is; but once we've traveled the world, we find we can never return to that beautiful place. When we begin to seek, we've already lost; and if we don't begin to seek, we'll never know how precious everything around us is."

This fairy tale, told through the pilot's narration, allows the Little Prince to speak for you about life and the world that he has long forgotten and stopped talking about, as well as the most basic principles of conduct. Perhaps it can cleanse your restless and desolate soul.

"All adults were once children, though only a few remember it."

I read this book sometime in the past, experienced countless things, and now we've met again in this world. I suppose that's fate.

This French pilot, one of the earliest generations, experienced World War II, went into exile in the United States, and later returned to France to join the army. He disappeared during his eighth reconnaissance mission. As one of the first humans to fly, he led a dangerous yet fulfilling life. The combination of being a pilot and a writer gave him an extraordinary perspective, resulting in unique writings.

After finally settling his son in, Qin's father picked out books, thinking, 'I'll sort out the books that are not suitable for children and put them on the highest bookshelf first.'

Qin's father was pondering how to categorize these books. It would be easy to categorize them for 18-year-olds, but for 5-year-olds, the choices would be even fewer. In modern times, it seems that very few writers of any caliber haven't written about Liu Bei! These guys who like highbrow but dirty ideas.

Just then, a book was passed to him, and Qin's father picked it up and took a look...

Notre Dame Cathedral? Just stuff it on top without thinking twice!

In Victor Hugo's Notre Dame... the ugly doorman, after failing to kidnap a beautiful wandering dancer, is pinned to a spinning wheel, tortured as he is turned, his grotesque state displayed to the onlookers from every angle, eliciting laughter and revelry. When he is parched with thirst, only the dancer comes to feed him water.

Later, when the dancer was tortured, the archdeacon who had tortured himself for her became the most vicious accuser, and the dancer's beloved lover had disappeared.

In the end, the deformed gatekeeper disappeared with the executed dancer in his arms. At first, people thought he had simply gone missing. Later, someone found a pair of strangely shaped skeletons in the cemetery. The deformed male skeleton was tightly embracing the female skeleton. When someone tried to pull the two skeletons apart, his remains immediately turned to dust as soon as they were released...

You think this is a novel introducing tourist attractions? No, this is an SM training manual.

French? Romantic? No! They're all sadists who love punishment and beheadings!

Another book was handed to us.

The Rainbow, by the British writer D.H. Lawrence? No need to think about it.

Above!

Watanabe? Forget about it.

Above!

The Golden Age? Wang Xiaobo.

Above!

Enough already! Why are all the great writers like this?!

"Wait... what's going on? Why did the book automatically appear in my hand?" Qin's father turned around and saw Jing busy pulling Snow Country and The Strange Bird Chronicles out of the lower bookshelf and handing them over.

'This child...does he even understand?!'

Qin's father covered his face helplessly, thinking with mixed feelings: "It is indeed remarkable to see other people's children who know so many words at the age of five and love to read; but is my own child a little too smart?"

How could he be so familiar with these books that he himself had barely even glanced at? Come to think of it, wasn't this child reading "Spring Snow in the Garden" by the founding leader before he was even a year old? Xiao Jing, what kind of person do you want to become? Daddy's very worried.

"Xiao Jing... when have you ever heard of these books?" Qin's father was sweating and looked at his son with a complicated expression.

'Oh no…' Realizing she might have frightened her father, Jing broke out in a cold sweat. She quickly glanced at the nearby bookshelves, her eyes flashing with a sharp light. 'I've got it!'

"What?" Qin Jing smiled adorably and handed him a thick book on Marxist philosophy.

"Haha, you can just put this one down." Qin's father, charmed by the book's cuteness, waved his hand and laughed heartily, though a hint of doubt still lingered in his eyes as he continued, "What about the previous books..."

Qin Jing clenched her fist in front of her chest, raised one hand high, turned around and spun around, showing her father a cute smile.

"Daddy, what are you saying? Jing is only three years old and doesn't understand at all! Will Jing understand when she grows up? (ゝω?) Qiluoxing☆"

Seeing Jing shining brightly, Qin's brain, which was obsessed with his child, was struck by the flash of light. Suddenly, he forgot all other issues and just wondered why his child could be so adorable! It was simply unfair!

"Oh, oh, oh, oh! That's how it is."

What I just saw! My little Jing is such an angel! ...Dad, I'll just have to give it my all. Dad felt none of this mattered anymore and quickly began tidying the bookshelf.

Zhuge Jing turned around and smiled, raising her thumb and forefinger to indicate that the plan was working.

Since birth, although it's unclear why, it seems that as long as he acts cute, he can get through many things smoothly.

Thinking of this, Jing smiled like an angel and continued to help Qin's father organize the bookshelf.

After all, I felt a little guilty sitting on the side reading a book while watching my dad busy himself.

I pulled out another book from the bottom and flipped through a few pages. Ah, it was another familiar book.

"My light of life, my fire of desire. My sin, my soul. Tongue, up in three steps, gently rests on the teeth from the roof of the mouth down..."

Seeing these memorable words and classic lines, Jing couldn't help but read them aloud, recalling a distant memory of watching a related film. Returning to the book's initial impression, she always thought it was a subject only a French writer could write, but unexpectedly, it was by a Russian author, Nabokov—a very typical Russian name. Does this mean that all Russians harbor a deep love for little girls, like a Berserker in the snow? But Hercules should be considered Greek.

"Xiaojing... I still hope you can read about Hans Christian Andersen and Kenji Miyazawa for now..." Qin's father sighed heavily.

"Oops, I accidentally let it slip~ Hehe!" Qin Jing stuck out her tongue again, trying to get away with it by being cute.

But the first time, Qin's father didn't even look in their direction.

"Hahaha...Speaking of which, I heard that Mr. Nohara's kid from the company next door is also very precocious. Is this how all kids are these days? Maybe we should ask him to have a drink together next time..." Qin's father chuckled dryly and let his hands fall limply, looking very dejected.

Being a parent with a son like this is incredibly stressful. But Xiaojing did nothing wrong; could it be that we are the ones at fault...?

What disappointed him was not Qin Jing's unusual nature, but his failure to gain his son's complete trust.

It wasn't that he lacked the same determination as his wife, Xue, to love and care for their children for a lifetime, no matter what they were like; it was just that he felt incredibly disappointed in himself for not being able to understand or raise his son well…

Section 9, Page 09: One smile is enough.

Qin Wei is the youngest son of the Qin family. Although born into the family, he is just an ordinary office worker. Unlike his older brother, who has worked hard and now holds a minor official position, or his second sister, who is eloquent and sociable and married to a wealthy man, he is too ashamed to rely on the power of his rich relatives. Therefore, he went to live in Tokyo on his own.

He lived a simple life as an ordinary person, and his ancestors were kind to him, allowing him to marry a woman he liked and who was compatible with him, and they had two lovely children.

Do what you can, watch TV and read books in your spare time, enjoy cherry blossoms in spring and maple leaves in autumn, have a drink when you feel like it, or play mahjong with friends. Although life is not rich, it is still quite enjoyable.

He tried to set a great example for his child, but he lacked the experience and talent to do so, so the result was far from successful.

He had never seen his son, Xiaojing, show the same pure and cheerful smile as his sister, Kui; it was as if something was missing.

Kui cries when she wants to cry, makes a fuss when she wants to make a fuss, and takes being pampered for granted, unable to bear the slightest grievance. Jing, on the other hand, is always very obedient, yet it seems as if she has been burdened with something since birth, something he is completely unaware of, which is truly heartbreaking.

Qin Jing's only hobby is reading. Although he reads books and newspapers, he could never be as passionate as Jing, perhaps because he lacks talent.

But in reality, you can indeed find athletes in sports like baseball, soccer, and tennis who are burning themselves out, and their passion is understandable.

But Qin Jing, though clearly enthusiastic, didn't display the joy of a child satisfying their thirst for knowledge. Instead, he seemed more lonely and empty, like someone standing on a high, isolated place looking down at the earth. He couldn't understand his son.

It was this feeling that made him feel distant from his child. Whenever he saw his son engrossed in reading, he always felt unable to enter his son's heart.

He deeply loved Jing and Kui, and the two children in his family were his greatest pride.

But despite loving Xiaojing so much, he sensed a barrier between them.

This barrier prevented him from getting close to his son and understanding his inner world. Sometimes it even filled him with fear; he had a bad feeling that Qin Jing would grow up quietly like a plant, and then suddenly leave without a trace one day.

What is it? Is there something I can't tell Dad? Or is it that I'm just useless to you, unable to earn your trust, unable to shoulder your burdens...?

"Daddy! Daddy!" The childish, clear voice pulled the man out of his thoughts.

From the very beginning, we could see that Qin's father was in a daze, and his complexion was getting worse and worse.

Qin Jing seemed to sense something; a voice inside her told her that she had to take action, or her important family members would be hurt. So Jing shouted it out loud.

Misunderstandings can be hurtful, but there's always a chance to resolve them. Indifference is the most heartless thing to do. But what should be said? What should be said? Qin Jing didn't understand. He was just a child with more memories than most, and a desire to study. He couldn't leap across rooftops, nor did he possess extraordinary intelligence.

What could he possibly say to pull this grieving man, his beloved father, out of his sorrowful expression?

There's no time to think anymore, what should I say?

At that moment, Jing suddenly remembered a passage she had seen in the new Classic of Mountains and Seas.

If you don't understand, then answer carefully;

If you want to apologize, then show your belly;

If you want to befriend them, then wag your tail.

If you really don't know what to do, just laugh.

A genuine smile can let the other person know your feelings and that you are happy to be with them.

A smile holds a mysterious power. The best way for people who speak different languages ​​to communicate is not by learning each other's language, but by smiling. No matter what difficulties you encounter, as long as you can still smile, it means that life hasn't gotten so bad that you can't go on.

"What..." Qin's father stared blankly, turning his stiff neck to look at his son.

"Dad loves it the most! Thank you!" Qin Jing smiled, a genuine smile of gratitude and affection that wasn't a forced attempt to be cute. A sentence hidden deep in her heart slipped out naturally without time for further thought.

These are words that are not easily spoken in normal times, yet they are incredibly sincere.

He was stunned when he heard his son say that.

This was the most beautiful and touching scene he had ever seen in his life. He saw his son's open and smiling face, so beautiful. It was a smile that healed the heart more than anything else, a hundred times more beautiful than those cutesy smiles.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth in his eyes, and the little figure in his eyes became blurry through the water droplets, yet it seemed to shimmer with light. His previously gloomy and depressed expression was instantly healed, and everything before him seemed brand new. Even the annoying pile of books that he had to sort out became adorable, because he saw the hope of his family moving towards a shared happiness.

"Really? Dad loves Jing and Kui the most too! Okay! Let's hurry up and get the books sorted out!" Qin's father laughed heartily, all the previous heaviness vanished. These words and this smile were enough! What's wrong with his son being too smart? Even if he's a monster, an alien, or a cockroach, his son is still his most beloved son.

After saying those words, Xiao Jing, clutching the bookshelf, lowered his head in shame, his face flushed red, and his ears burning. He thought he would never be able to utter such cheesy words in his entire life, but unexpectedly, he managed to say them after trying so hard! All along, he had overestimated his own integrity.

If it weren't for the bookshelves filling the space and the limited room, he would be rolling around on the floor by now.

Disgusting, nauseating, I just want to die...