HP Approaches the Magical World

"This, I don't know what it is."

Chen Songyuan glanced at the slender bamboo stick in Jon's hand. It seemed that he had cleaned it out of his father's study when he was forced to clean the room at home last time.

At that time, he said that he would take it out and throw it away, but after he put it in his pocket, he forgot about it, probably accidentally dropped it in the car.

"If you find it interesting, I will give it to you, anyway, I don't know what it is."

"That's fine. Take it back later and see what it is. I think the words on it look like antiques."

"Come on."

Chen Songyuan turned the steering wheel to the left and turned a corner: "If this thing is an antique, then my house will be full of antiques. I guess my dad bought them from somewhere, and later found it worthless, so I used them as bookmarks." .

If it is really a good thing, will you let me throw it away if you are an old man? The words on it look like antiques, I guess they are imitated by someone who wrote them. "

"It's true, but it's not a big problem to take it back and have a look."

Jon put the small bamboo stick into his pocket with his backhand, then took out his phone and started playing.

After lunch, the two of them went back to the laboratory to sort out the results. After returning to the dormitory to pack and send them to the teacher's mailbox, Jon was going to the library.

"What are you doing in the library? Don't tell me, you're going to write your novel again?"

Chen Songyuan patted Jon's arm.

"Listen to my brother's advice, there is no way out for writing novels, don't be obsessed with this wrong road."

"Go away, I don't write novels to make money."

Of course, Jon knew that Chen Songyuan didn't mean to attack him sincerely. The first reader and supporter of his novels was Chen Songyuan. If it wasn't for this local tyrant, no one would have read his novels long ago.

"I'm going to the library to look this up."

He waved the bamboo slips in his hand: "I heard that the teachers in the history department took advantage of the liquidation of the big library next door to buy a large number of old books and came back. I'll go and look through them to see if I can find any clues."

"Good brother, isn't it good for him to play a game with me? Why do you bother yourself so much, this thing really has no research value."

"It's all boring anyway, playing games can't solve your boredom, why don't you do something meaningful with me."

Jon grabbed Chen Songyuan with his backhand and dragged him out of the dormitory: "Let's go, let's go to the library together."

A moment later, Chen Songyuan buried his head in the pile of books with a bitter face.

"Brother, look at the students of the history department around you, look at the eyes of the two of us, do you seem to be looking at two perverts?"

Jon lowered his head and flipped through an old book carefully, and looked up at Chen Songyuan: "Don't talk nonsense, even if you're looking at a pervert, you're not looking at me, and besides, it's just based on your status among the girls in the history department and literature department." Notorious historical image, those girls didn’t come up to scratch you, it’s fine, don’t ask too much, when you are here with the girls in self-study, why didn’t I see you being so hypocritical?”

"Brother, the times are different, okay?" Chen Songyuan lowered his voice and complained: "Now I have already changed my ways and started a new life.

The scumbag behavior in the past can't be involved in the present, right? "

"The way you look in the past determines your life now. These eyes are the retribution for messing with men and women in the past. You have time to care about how others look at you with strange eyes. Why don't you do something serious and help me Look for similar text, I remember seeing it here before."

"Have you ever seen it?"

Chen Songyuan suddenly gained strength, he stood up from his seat, and went straight to the old books in the historical area that smelled of ink.

After a while, he came back with a bunch of books in his arms, and sent back all the books in front of Jon, as well as the books Jon was reading.

"Is it convenient for Fang to tell me, what are you doing?"

Jon watched the local tyrant surnamed Chen in a daze, not understanding what he was doing at all.

"I haven't finished it yet."

The library's rule of not making loud noises saved Chen Songyuan, otherwise Jon must let Chen Songyuan know what the angry version of him is now.

"If you want to find what you have read, how can it be useful for you to read those things? You usually read materials related to your novels in the library, but what you write are all novels from ancient times, isn't it? The Shang Dynasty is the Zhou Dynasty, and the most recent ones are the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, what is the use of reading materials about the Tang and Song Dynasties here?"

"...That's right, oops, I'm not in a good mood recently."

Jon took a book and flipped through it. Fortunately, I don't have many books in this part, otherwise, he didn't know when he would see it.

Most of Chen Songyuan's behavior of giving up his life to accompany the gentleman is because of boredom. In fact, because he has had many girlfriends, he has basically read a little bit of books in this area, so he doesn't think that Jon can find him. wanted book.

"I found it."

Jon flipped through the book in his hand. It should be a reprinted ancient book, but it should also be reprinted during the Republic of China, and the traces on it are very clear.

He picked up the bamboo slips that had been put aside and began to compare them. Finally, he was sure that the two were similar, so he raised his head excitedly, wanting to share the news.

However, when he looked up at Chen Songyuan, he found that Chen Songyuan's face had become blurred. It was as if in an instant, everything began to move away from him quickly, everything around him became blurred, only the books and bamboo slips in his hand were still clear.

But it's like normal.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with the fact that there were only books and this bamboo slip left in the world.

It was as if there was a voice whispering in his ears, asking him to take a good look at the bamboo slips and books. He lowered his head involuntarily. This feeling made him feel very familiar.

deja vu.

Who ever told him such a thing?

He carefully checked the information in his hand, and felt that the black bird in the book was also very familiar.

But how can there be a bird without feet in the world?

Jon scoffed.

According to this book, the words engraved on the bamboo slips in his hand are a kind of inscription on a golden tripod used for sacrifices, and they are just prayers to God for destiny, not meaningful words.

He turned another page of the book and read the explanation at the back of the book.

But those explanations were full of seriousness, as false and boring as the official explanations. What interested Jon was that in the book, there was a graffiti left by someone who didn't know.

A scribbled explanation of fate.

Jon suddenly remembered his situation in his mind, but at the same time he remembered, the whole world instantly darkened.

Once again fell into silence.

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