95 The First Doorway Towards That World (2/2)
He had two portions of lunch and walked three rounds around the wetland as usual. The other students who had been watching him could not suppress their curiosity and thought to themselves, third young master Xie had given up on getting into the second floor after vomiting blood for an entire night while Ning Que had returned to the Academy looking like nothing happened after he was gravely ill for days.
At the doors to the old library, Chu Youxian peered at his face worriedly and asked, ”Are you still going upstairs?”
”Yes, I've to make up for lost time.” He answered.
Chu Youxian shook his head helplessly. He looked at Ning Que like he was a mad man and said, ”have you not vomited enough?”
”I've gotten used to it.”
Ning Que answered smilingly before he was startled by his own words. He wondered why this conversation seemed so familiar, especially his reply. He seemed to have heard or read it somewhere.
He walked up to the second floor, but was not in a hurry to find the thin book on the shelf. Instead, he adjusted his student robes and walked serenely towards the eastern windows and bowed respectfully at the female professor. He said softly, ”Student is back. ”
The female professor looked up at him and asked, ”Are you feeling okay?”
”I'm fine.” Ning Que touched his slightly chubby face and said, ”I've worried teacher. I apologize.”
”I wasn't very worried.” She smiled, ”I've been copying books on the second floor for seven years and I'm used to the peace and quiet. But it's nice to have someone nearby keeping me company in the silence silently.”
Ning Que grinned, ”I'll try to stay on the second floor for a bit longer.”
The female instructor smiled and waved, dismissing him.
Ning Que clasped his hands together in respect before turning to leave. He walked to the shelf and retrieved the thin book without looking. He was now familiar with the position of the book and could find it even blindfolded. It was a pity he could never remember the contents of the book.
He sighed silently and opened the book, retrieving the sheet of paper he stuck inside. He knew he must have left off at that point in the book. He knew that these little tricks of his were futile. He would always be reading the book for the first time.
His brows knitted suddenly. He held up the sheet of paper against the window and found it riddled with black markings. ”Did I write so much the last time?” he thought to himself.
He flipped the sheet of paper to the back to see that someone had written all over the sheet in tiny regular script. The person who written the message scrupulously in tiny script. The characters were each the size of a rice grain, but held plenty of swagger, looking full of itself.
Ning Que looked at the paper in shock before reading the message silently.
”Poor sod, don't believe in the sayings that the mountain you see isn't a mountain. Objects that exist are real. For example, the words in this book is more real than my pride and conceitedness at this moment.”
”It is just that when the words reflect the lights from the outside into your eyes, and… the light on the paper is already an explanation. Your eyes seeing it is another… Objectivity is like a beautiful, naked woman. When you look at her lecherously, thinking about how beautiful she is and how much you want her… it doesn't matter whether she is a nun from the Great River Country of Ye Hongyu from West-Hill Divine Palace.”
The warm spring breeze swirled both inside and outside the building. The sun made its way towards the west, turning gold and red. The male insects bathed in the glow of the setting sun started singing and flapping their wings to display their prowess to the opposite sex. On the occasion when the breeze was strong, the singing would stop. To the ears of these strong male insects, the sound of the strong winds was like that of thunder.
In the building beside the bookshelf, Ning Que looked at the words on the paper, shell-shocked. He sat there like a statue for a long long time. The tiny script on the paper was like thunder in his head, and it crashed unendingly.
After a moment, he flipped open the book with shaky fingers. His gaze landed lightly on the text before moving away. There excitement bubbling within him could barely be suppressed. With the help of the words on the sheet of paper, he could find out where the doorway was even if he didn't know what laid behind it.
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