Under the light, Lin Sheng's face was a little solemn, and he lowered his head and carefully checked the text he had just translated.
Then I repeatedly opened the dictionary to check whether I had any translation errors.
With the sound of flipping through the book, he checked it three times in a row, and he was sure that he was right.
"If it is really a swordsmanship note, then the book I saw in my dream..." Lin Sheng was a little shocked.
He still remembers the dense and clear texts on that book, with almost no repetitions.
If those are true...
He suddenly felt a strong sense of curiosity rising from the bottom of his heart.
"That's obviously a dream, how could it be? How could it be??" Lin Sheng pursed his lips, lowered his head and quickly continued to translate the text behind him.
The text he forced to remember was a total of two paragraphs, with the cover at the front and a small paragraph on the lower right at the back. I don’t know what it is for.
Soon, he compared the dictionary and translated the remaining text meanings in a bumpy manner.
Fortunately, Guren's writing is not difficult, and there are many experts in this field in China. Lin Sheng is a little grateful that he can buy a dictionary so easily.
After the translation, he picked up the paper and shook it, placing it flat on the table, his face changing inexplicably.
“This is…”
Lin Sheng's expression was complicated.
He was 100% sure that something was wrong with his dream.
The white paper spread on the desktop, black text on white, clearly written.
‘Level 2 Swordsman, Ravel’
"Level 2 Swordsman...is this..." Lin Sheng felt that his worldview had been subverted like never before.
He was silent for a moment, quickly kneaded all the translated paper into a ball, then got up and quickly opened the door.
The living room was pitch black and my parents hadn't come back yet.
He took a deep breath, walked quickly to the kitchen, and wet the paper ball with a faucet.
Amid the sound of water, Lin Sheng watched the handwriting in the paper ball quickly blurred and was soaked, and eventually turned into a faint black piece, and could not see anything.
Then he threw the wet paper into the trash can, then wiped his hands, left the kitchen, and returned to the bedroom.
Without washing up, Lin Sheng took off his clothes, panties and socks and got into the quilt.
He was eager to test, wanted to go back to the dream of yesterday, and forcefully remember some content, and read that book, can he really read it?
And the nightmare before... I wonder if it will continue today?
"I hope I can still enter that dream..." Lin Sheng felt a little expectant.
He completely lost his previous fear, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and empty his brain.
Time passes by bit by bit.
Lin Sheng's consciousness gradually began to blur. In a daze, he seemed to hear the security door in the living room being opened by the key and someone walked in.
There was no sound of speaking, no other movement.
Soon the sound of footsteps came from the corridor, and then his bedroom door was pushed open.
Someone stood at the door of the bedroom and stared at him for a while. He could clearly feel that the other party was standing at the door, staring at him with an inexplicable meaning.
"Is it my father and mother?" Lin Sheng was confused in his mind.
But soon, he didn't even know when the other party left, and his consciousness fell into a deep sleep.
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Grey manor.
Lin Sheng stood quietly in the hall, next to him was a fireplace with a half-person portrait. In front was a rectangular dining table with a shabby tablecloth.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
"I...is actually back?"
Lin Sheng felt a little incredible.
He thought he would still have the nightmare he had before, and he was ready to fight against that nightmare.
But unexpectedly, he came here again.
"Is this here...??" Lin Shengqiong searched all his memories and found no content of the manor in front of him.
"In theory, dreams should be places I have seen before.
Many dreams are made up of the scenery, people, things and other elements I have seen before, but now, I don’t feel familiar with this place at all…” Lin Sheng frowned.
He looked down at himself.
He was still wearing a long gray underwear. This was what he wore before going to bed.
"Even the thread hanging out has been restored?" Lin Sheng raised his right hand, and the clothes on his elbow were hooked out with a thin line, which was perfectly presented here.
He paused, moved decisively, and walked straight towards the study.
He has visited the rest of the manor, and now what he is most interested in is the study, especially the book that is opened on the desktop.
He quickly turned open the wooden door and Lin Sheng quickly returned to the study where he left last time.
The study room is still the same as before.
Two mahogany bookshelves were filled with books, a stack of books was piled on a low wooden table, a candlestick, and a large open book.
Lin Sheng walked up a few steps, sat in front of the low table, lowered his head and looked carefully at the contents on the book.
The dense text and graphics are very clear.
"So real...it seems like you're not dreaming." Lin Sheng felt awe-in.
In order to determine whether he was dreaming, he reached out and pinched the corners of the wooden table again.
The touch is still the same as before, like a very thick cotton cloth, and you can't feel the sharpness of the corners at all.
But what surprised him was that the touch of this test was much more realistic and delicate than the touch of dreams before.
"..." Withdrawing his hand, Lin Sheng focused his attention on the book in front of him again.
The long passages of Guren's words gave him a headache.
"I don't have a strong memory. I can remember a little at most at a time. How much time does it take to finish reading a page if I continue like this?" Lin Sheng was speechless.
After thinking about it, he decided to just ignore the others and translate it little by little. Maybe he will become proficient as he flips it over again?
"It seems that we still have to do our best." He was engaged in ancient text translation in his previous life.
Fortunately, the Guren's text has a status in this life equivalent to that of ancient English in the Earth period. Although it is relatively obscure, it can still easily translate the meaning.
Lin Sheng is very skilled in this work.
"Just learn another foreign language. If this book can be read..."
Lin Sheng's expectation and curiosity were squeezed out violently like a surging spring.
He is really, very curious.
What exactly does this ancient book in the dream record?
Is it really about ancient swordsmanship, just like the cover record?
Moreover, if this book can be read, can so many books on the bookshelf be translated and read in the same way?
Lin Sheng's heart was like countless ants crawling, irritating.
After he decided to remember the first page of the book he opened again.
That book was also the book he wrote last time. This time I opened the first page and checked it carefully.
Time passes by little by little.
Lin Sheng took advantage of the light source that came from somewhere and kept memorizing a short passage from the first page.
Without knowing the meaning of the content, it is extremely difficult to memorize a whole paragraph of ancient text by rote.
Chapter completed!