Chapter 59 Library Tales (1)

1 The library is very quiet because the books suck out the sound. And what about the sound sucked out by the book?Of course nothing happened.Simply put, it is not that the sound disappears, but that the vibration of the air is absorbed. So what happens to the vibrations absorbed by the book?Not so much, the vibration simply disappears, anyway, the vibration will disappear sooner or later, because there is no so-called permanent motion in this world.Perpetual motion is permanent non-existence. Even time is not in perpetual motion.There is this week without next week, and this week without last week.

So what about next week without this week... Forget it, stop here. Anyway, I'm in the library, and the library is very quiet. The library is quieter than necessary.Because I was wearing the Polo shoes I just bought, they creaked hard and dry on the gray plastic floor tiles.As if it wasn't my own footsteps, it took a long time to get used to the sound of my own footsteps after wearing new leather shoes. A middle-aged woman who had never seen one before was sitting on the borrowing counter, reading a book.A very thick book with foreign languages ​​printed on the right and Japanese on the left.It seems that the articles are different, the paragraphs and line breaks on the left and right are completely different, and the illustrations are also different. The illustration on the left page is the orbit diagram of the solar system, and the right is a metal part like a submarine valve.It is simply impossible to know what kind of book it is.But she continued to read while nodding her head. Judging from the movement of her eyes, it seemed that her left eye was looking at the left page, and her right eye was looking at the right page.

"Sorry." I greeted. She put the book aside and looked up at me. "I'll return the book." As I spoke, I put two books on the counter, one was (History of Submarine Construction) and the other was "Memories of a Shepherd". "Memories of a Shepherd" is a rather interesting book. She opened the back cover and checked the due date.Needless to say it was within the deadline.I must keep the date and time, because I was brought up to be like this, and so are the shepherds. If I don't keep time, the flock will be in a mess and I won't be able to get back.

She deftly checked the library card file, returned my two cards, and then went back to her own books. "I want to find a book." I said. "Go down the stairs and turn right, Room 81," she said succinctly. When you go down the stairs and turn right, there is indeed a door that says 107.The basement is very deep and dark, as soon as the door is opened, it feels as if this is going to Brazil.Although I have been to this library a hundred times, this is the first time I have heard of a basement. Forget it doesn't matter. I knocked on the door, intending to knock lightly, but the check almost fell off. It was a very poorly made door.I put the door check back in place and gently opened the door.

There is one in the room!An old small table, behind which sat an old man with small black spots on his face.The old man was bald, wearing a pair of deep glasses, his baldness was a little rough, and his sparse, curly white hair stuck firmly to his scalp like the endgame after a burning mountain.I think it would be better to just shave it all off, but of course that's someone else's problem. "Welcome!" said the old man, "Where is your precious son?" "I'm looking for a book." I said, "But if you're busy, I'll come back next time. "No, no, no reason to be busy." The old man said, "Because this is my job, you can find any book you want, but what kind of book are you looking for?"

"Actually, I want to know about the tax collection policy of the Ottoman Turkish Empire." The old man's eyes sparkled. "So that's the taxation policy of the Ottoman Turkish Empire." I felt something was very wrong. It was not necessary to know the taxation policy of the Ottoman Turkish Empire. It was just that when I was sitting on the subway, I suddenly thought that I didn’t know what the taxation policy of the Ottoman Turkish Empire was.In fact, any other topic of treatment for cedar tree hay fever is also fine. "The tax policy of the Ottoman Empire." The old man repeated.

"But it doesn't matter." I said: "It's not urgent, and it's so special. I'd better go to the Library of Congress to have a look." "Don't talk nonsense!" The old man said as if he was very angry: "We have several books here about the taxation policy of Ottoman Turkey. Just wait here." "Yes." I said. The old man opened the iron door in the room and disappeared to another room. I stood there waiting for the old man to come back and waited for fifteen minutes. I wanted to escape several times, but I felt sorry for the old man and gave up.Small black insects crawled around in the lampshade.

The old man came back with three thick books, each of which was terribly old, with dangling bindings, floating in the room!The smell of the sun book. "Look!" said the old man, "Aren't there "The History of Tax Collection in Ottoman Turkey", "Diary of an Ottoman Turkish Tax Collector", and "Anti-Tax Movement in the Ottoman Turkish Empire and Its Repression"?" "Thank you." As I said, I took the three books and walked towards the exit. "Wait a minute, wait a minute, those three books are forbidden to be borrowed," said the old man.

It is true that there is a red sticker on the back of the book that prohibits it from being taken out. "If you want to read it, you can read it in the inner room." "But," I looked at my watch, it was five twenty. "It's library closing time and my mom is worried if she doesn't come home before dinner." "Closing time is not a problem, as long as I say yes. Don't you accept my offer? Why do you think I went to find these three books? Eh? For sports?" "I'm sorry." I apologized to him. "I never meant any malice, I just didn't know it was forbidden to take out."

The old man coughed deeply, spit the phlegm into the toilet paper, and after looking at it, he threw it into the kraft cardboard box on the floor instead of the trash can.The dark spots on the face danced. "It's not a question of whether you know it or not." The old man said as if spitting out words: "When I was your age, reading seemed to seep into my blood." "Then I'll just read for thirty minutes." I said feebly. I'm very bad at rejecting people. "But it can't be too long. My mother is very easy to worry. Ever since I was bitten by a dog when I was a child, she would go crazy if I came home a little later. So I will read the part that I haven't finished reading until next Sunday."

The old man's face softened slightly, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Come here." The old man opened the iron gate and waved to me. Behind the door is a dark corridor.An old electric lamp, flickering faintly like dust. "Follow me." Said the old man walked to the corridor.It was a strange corridor. After walking for a while, the corridor diverged to the left and right. The old man turned to the right, and immediately there were many forked roads distributed on both sides like an ant nest. The old man walked into one of the forked roads without thinking. I took three Clutching the book on his chest, he followed behind the old man inexplicably.The old man's footsteps were much faster than expected, and I couldn't count how many fork roads I walked into. After a short walk, there was another fork road, and then a T-shaped road-my mind was completely confused.In the underground of the municipal library, there is such a vast ecstasy circle, it is simply chaotic.There is no reason for the municipal government to approve the budget for the construction of this underground ecstasy array.I originally wanted to ask the old man this question, but I didn't dare to ask because I was afraid of being scolded by him. At the end of the corridor is the same door as before.There is a sign reading "Reading Room" on the door.The surroundings were as quiet as a cemetery, only my leather shoes creaked, but the old man walked silently. The old man took out a bunch of keychains from his jacket pocket with clangs, chose one under the lamp, inserted it into the keyhole of the iron door, and turned around.It's disgusting. 2 "Okay, okay!" said the old man, "Come in!" "But it's pitch black inside." I protested. The old man coughed unhappily, straightened his back, and turned to me. The old man seemed to suddenly become a tall man.Eyes shone like goats at dusk. "Hey! Young man, who said that in an empty room, you have to keep the lights on all day? Huh? Are you ordering me?" "No, I don't mean that..." "Huh! What a rant. Forget it, you can go back and go wherever you like." "I'm sorry." I apologized, not knowing what was going on.I feel that old people seem to be some kind of inauspicious existence, but they seem to be just angry and unfortunate old people. I usually don't know much about old people, so I really don't know what to do. "I didn't mean that. If I said something wrong, I apologize to you." "It's all the same." The old man said, "It's easier to speak with your mouth." "It's really not like that, it's okay, I'm sorry I shouldn't talk too much." "Huh." The old man said, looking into my eyes. "Then do you want to go in?" "Well, I'll go in." I said forcefully.Why did I say and do these things against my will? "As soon as you enter the building, there are stairs. You should hold on to the handrails on the wall so as not to fall," said the old man. I walked into the darkness first, and the old man closed the door from behind, and heard the key click into the lock. "Why lock it?" "This is a rule, it's a rule." The old man said: "The people above have set thousands/tens of thousands of such rules, and you are so annoying when you complain about it. " I simply continued down the stairs, the horrible looking stairs.Almost like an Inca well.There are mottled and rusty iron handrails on the wall.Not even a ray of light was bright.It was completely dark as if someone had pulled a hood over his head. Only my leather shoes creaked in the dark. Without the sound of shoes, I wouldn't even know if it was my feet. "Okay, just stop there." The old man said.I stop.The old man pushed me away, walked to the front, and took out the key with a jingle, and then heard the sound of the door lock opening. It was completely dark, but the old man acted as if he could see everything. As soon as the door opened, a nostalgic yellow light came out from inside. Although it was a faint light, it took some time for the eyes to get used to it.A short man dressed as a sheep came out of the door and took my hand. "Hi, welcome." The Sheep Man said. "Hello!" I said.Can't figure out what's going on. The sheep man is covered with real sheepskin, black gloves on his hands, black work shoes on his feet, and a black mask on his face. A pair of small eyes like to be close to people are revealed from the mask. I really don’t know why he I want to dress up like that, anyway, it suits him very well. He looked at my face for a while, and then glanced at the book I was holding. "Are you here to study?" "Yes." I said. "Did you really come here yourself?" The sheep man's statement is a bit strange, and I am speechless. "Answer well!" The old man hurriedly urged me: "Didn't you come willingly? Why hesitate? Do you want to embarrass me?" "I came of my own accord," I said. "I'm right." The old man seemed to be boasting of his victory. "But teacher!" the sheep man said to the old man, "he is still a child." "Scared, less hee hee!" The old man suddenly pulled out a short wicker stick from the back of his suit pants, and slapped the sheep man on the face with a "crack!". "Hurry up and take him to the room." The sheep man took my hand again with a look of embarrassment.There was a red and swollen scar next to the lip. "Let's go." "Where to go?" "Study, aren't you here to study?" The sheep man took the lead, and we walked through the narrow and winding corridors like ant nests. We walked for a long time and turned several times to the right and several times to the left, some obliquely and some S-shaped turns, so it was completely unclear how far we were from the starting point.I gave up trying to identify the direction on the way, and then I kept staring at the short and fat back of the goat man. The short tail was still attached to the goat man's clothes, and he was sure to get on the road, swinging from side to side like a pendulum. "Okay, okay." The sheep man stopped suddenly after speaking. "Arrived." "Wait a minute, please," I said. "Isn't this a prison cell?" "Yes." The sheep man nodded. "That's right," said the old man. "No, you said you were going to the study, so I followed you here." "You've been fooled." The sheep man said bluntly. "I lied to you," said the old man. "But this..." The old man took out a willow stick from the back of his trousers, and slapped it down on my face. "Stop talking nonsense, go in. And you must read all three books and memorize them by heart. I will take an exam in person in a month. If you can memorize them well, I will let you out." "What a mess," I protested. "How could it be possible to memorize all such a thick book in a month, and now my mother is at home..." The old man swung the wicker, I hurriedly dodged, but hit the sheep man in the face.In a fit of anger, the old man slapped the sheep man again, which was really too much. "Anyway, lock this guy in." The old man hurried away after finishing speaking. "Does it hurt?" I asked the sheep man. "It's okay, I'm used to it." The sheep man said, "The important thing is that I have to lock you in." "I really don't want to go in." "I still don't want to, but ah, this world is like this." "What happens if you refuse?" "Then I will be beaten even worse." I felt that the sheep man was so pitiful, so he obediently entered the cell.There are beds, tables, and flush toilets in the cell. There are toothbrushes and mouthwash cups on the washstand. Everything is extremely dirty. The toothpaste is the strawberry flavor that I hate the most. The heavy iron door has a lattice for visiting Liao, there is a slender food delivery port below.After the sheep man turned on and turned off the lamp switch on the table a few times, he smiled at me. "Not bad right?" "Well, it's okay." I said. "Meals are delivered three times a day, and there are donuts and orange juice at three o'clock. I fried the donuts myself. They are crunchy and delicious!" "Thanks a lot," I said. "Then put your feet out/ I stretched out my feet, and the sheep man dragged out a heavy iron ball from under the bed, and locked the lock attached to it to my ankles, and put the key into the chest pocket of the fur coat, and closed the zipper . "It's so cold." I said. "What are you talking about? You'll get used to it after a while." The sheep man said, "I'll go get you dinner right now." "Hey, Mr. Goatman." I asked him, "Do you really have to stay here for a month?" "That's right." The Sheep Man said, "That's right." "Will you really let me out in a month?" "No" "Then what should I do?" "It's hard to explain." "Please, please tell me, my mother is worried at home." "Well, that is to say, it will cut off your head with a saw, and then suck all your brains dripping." I fell down on the bed and hugged my head, what was wrong, and I didn't do anything bad. "No problem, no problem, you will feel refreshed after eating." Sheep man said. 3 "Mr. Sheep Man, why is my brain soaked up?" I tried to ask. "Oh, it's like this. I heard that the brains stuffed with knowledge are very delicious. How should I put it, it's mushy, and it's a bit grainy..." "So it takes a month to fill up the knowledge and then start smoking, right?" "That's what happened." The sheep man took out a Sevenstar cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a 100 yuan lighter. "But it's too cruel anyway, isn't it?" "Well, yes." The Sheep Man said, "But every library does this. Anyway, it's your own bad luck." "You mean every library is like this?" "Yes. Otherwise, look, the library is always losing money just by borrowing books. And there are many people who would rather have their brains sucked up than acquire knowledge. You are not trying to acquire knowledge that is not available in other places. You just came here, right?" "No, I just had a sudden whim, it doesn't matter if I have it or not." The sheep man tilted his head as if he was quite troubled. "That would be too pitiful." "Can you let me out?" "No, that's not okay. In this way, I will be miserable. It's really miserable. I will cut half of my stomach with a chainsaw. Do you think it's miserable?" "Miserable." I said. "I was also treated once before, and it took two weeks for the wound to heal, and two weeks for darkness, so please stop thinking about it." "Then, let's forget about it for the time being. What if I refuse to study? What will happen?" The goat man trembled all over. "You'd better not be like this, because I don't want to report bad news. There are worse places under this basement. It's much better to have your brains sucked out." After the sheep man left, I was left alone in the cell.I lay face down on the hard-bound bed and cried for an hour alone, the blue chaff pillow was wet with tears. What should I do?He neither wants his brains to be sucked drippingly, but also hates being driven into a deeper miserable world. The watch said half past six.It's time for dinner.Mother must be worried at home.If I don't go back in the middle of the night, I might go crazy. This is the kind of mother who thinks of the worst every time.Either in a bad way or watching TV, one of those two things.She wondered if she helped me feed the pulsatilla. At seven o'clock there was a knock on the door and the door was opened, and a girl, who was so beautiful as I had never seen before, walked into the room pushing a cart.So beautiful that your eyes will be cancerous.About the same age as me, with hands, feet and neck so thin that they might snap, and long hair that glistens like jewels melted into it.Everyone can dream, but this is the girl who can only see in dreams.She stared at me for a moment, then without a word arranged the dishes from the cart on the table.I stared blankly at her quiet movements. Dishes are very exquisite rai.There are sea urchin soup, eel cheese, asparagus mixed with sesame seeds, and grape juice.After arranging these, she waved and said, don't cry, come and eat. "Can't you talk?" I tried to ask her. Yes, I broke my vocal cords when I was a kid. "So you will be the sheep man's assistant?" yes.She smiled a little.That smile is so good it will break your heart in two. Sheep man is a good man, but he is very afraid of grandpa. I was still sitting on the bed, staring at her all the time.She quietly lowered her eyes, and disappeared from the room in the next instant.It disappeared like a May wind, and I didn't even hear the door close. The food tasted very good, but I couldn't swallow half of it in my throat, and I felt as if I was trying to stuff a lump of lead into my stomach.I packed the dishes and lay on the bed, thinking about what to do next, and there was only one conclusion, which was to escape from here.It is an absolute mistake that there is such a ecstasy array in the underground of the library.At the same time, it is also unacceptable for anyone to suck someone's brains.Besides, I can't make my mother go crazy and let the Pulsatilla starve to death. But when I thought about how to escape from here, I was at a loss.There are shackles on the feet, the door is locked, and even if you can escape from this room, how can you escape from the dark ecstasy circle? I sighed and cried for a while. My personality is very fragile, and I often only think about my mother and the pulsatilla. Why did it become like this?It must have been bitten by a dog. After crying for a while, thinking of that beautiful girl, my mood improved a little, and I could only try my best to do what I could, which was much better than doing nothing.What's more, the sheep man and the beautiful girl are not bad people, chances will always come.