Ling Luo stood up, stretched out his hands, and stabilized Jie's rushing body. There was a hint of reproach in his tone: "You are carrying so many things and you are still running so fast."
"No more, no more." Jie shook his head vigorously and said, ignoring the large pile of books in his hand, "Why is sister free to come today?"
"I haven't heard you play the piano for a long time. I miss you very much."
Ling Luo's eyes fell on the large pile of books held in Jie's arms. They were all covered in pitch black. He picked up a book and flipped through two pages, looking at the extremely twisted handwriting that was densely packed like tadpoles.
, puzzled: "What is this?"
"Today the manager of the library tower cleared out about a few hundred books. He said they were all useless books and should be burned together." Zed scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I flipped through some randomly and found these few books.
It was so interesting that I hid it privately and brought it back."
"Do you recognize the words on this?" Ling Luo frowned slightly and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, if these extremely twisted tadpoles can also be called "words".
She came from a thousand years ago, and she boasted that she was proficient in countless ancient and strange words, but she had no clue about what was on the black cover.
Zed nodded, his eyes that were a little too big were shining brightly, and his voice was filled with excitement: "Yes, these are story books, and the mythological stories in them are quite interesting."
"Mythical story?" Ling Luo became more and more confused.
As Jie opened the door and introduced Ling Luo into the courtyard, he explained with great interest: "Well, I probably read a few pages. It said that when the world first opened, Pangu split the chaos with a giant ax and created the world.
At the same time, a ball of filthy air was derived. After hundreds of millions of years, the filthy air gained its own consciousness, began to absorb the essence of heaven and earth, and began the path of cultivation."
"What happened to that dirty air later?" Ling Luo also became interested and asked.
"I haven't had time to read the rest of the story yet." A shy smile appeared on Zhe's thin, chapped lips, "Let's wait until Little Zed has read it before telling Sister about the development of the rest of the story."
"Well, okay." Ling Luo helped Jie move the dozen thick black-covered books into the house, "By the way, you haven't told me yet, how did you recognize these strange characters?
"
A trace of confusion flashed across Jie's eyes, and he said: "I don't know either, but I recognize them. The first time I saw them, those mythical stories appeared in my mind automatically, as if they were real scenes.
"
Ling Luo looked at Jie in surprise. There were so many secrets hidden in him, and he could always surprise her again and again.
Take the Jingyuan Fruit for example. Chen Yin ate a few, and her Dantian was damaged in her eyes; but Jie Tiantian ate the Jingyuan Fruit like an apple, and not only did nothing happen, but her body became healthier.
Jie didn't notice Ling Luo's scrutinizing gaze, but took out the guqin given to her with very careful movements.
The guqin is bright and bright, and it can be seen that the owner of this piano takes great care of it.
"Sister, what kind of music do you want to listen to? Quiet or happy?" Jie put the guqin on the table and cast a questioning look at Ling Luo.
He plays the piano and never needs music.
What he plays has always been an artistic conception, a mood, and a feeling.