Chapter 53 Children (1)

Aisina flipped through the books on the table that she had already read several pages.

She had not expected that Zhou Ye had put in the small bookcase almost all the ancient literature materials that she was not allowed to read in the association before.

With her knowledge of these ancient books, she quickly finished reading one and reached out to take another one from the bookcase.

This book had a strange texture and the words on the cover were incomprehensible to Aisina. She opened it with curiosity and was dazzled by the complex fonts inside at first glance.

"Well, it seems that this book is a bit difficult," Aisina adjusted her glasses and the pencil she used to draw lines in her right hand slid unconsciously on the draft book, leaving a faint trace of charcoal ash.

She studied these words carefully, trying to find their source, but she was unable to find the way. Aisina was a little frustrated, and her pencil moved more and more impatiently.

Zhou Ye happened to push a wheelchair closer. Aisina was so scared that she wanted to stand up immediately. She quickly closed the book with an apologetic look on her face: "I didn't mean to peek, I was just curious, so I opened it."

"Is it not troubling you?"

She was worried that Zhou Ye's face was still pale, and she didn't want to add any more burden to him.

"It doesn't matter," Zhou Ye's eyes scanned the cover of "Remaking the World" "You can take it and read it, but not now, because we have to leave for the association."

"Okay." Aisina nodded, hurriedly put the books and pens on the table into the folder and followed.

The group quickly arrived at the association by carriage. As usual, the air here was filled with the aroma of famous wood incense that was so wasteful that it made people accustomed to it.

After opening the door of the largest conference room on the third floor, Zhou Ye sat in the main seat, Dimula was on the left, and the baby was held in the arms of a woman on the right.

Today's meeting was particularly smooth, and even the members of the association sitting at the meeting table were a little surprised, because almost no one objected to the opinions put forward by the president, and even the slightest opinion was directed at the wording.

"Then the decision on building a resizable protective canopy is made." Aisina folded the stack of documents that had been voted on on the table and then stamped it.

"It's still good. This shield can be large or small. If there is an invasion of alien beasts, it can not only protect the inner city, but also the outer city."

"And if the energy is insufficient, it will only be placed in the association area," a lady opened a fan and covered her face, "usually it should only be responsible for the inner city, right?"

"If you ask me, this is a waste of energy, but who asked our president to like it, just accept it."

Several noble members whispered to each other, but did not prevent the final conclusion from being made.

One resolution

after another was passed. The new nobles with the title of Tianyi students were confirmed to take office at a very fast speed. They greeted their seniors and current superiors, and then naturally began to deal with and report on the matters at hand.

They will ensure that the will centered on Zhou Ye is successfully implemented.

"Who is in charge of our public security department now? Is it still Aisina? I think she is not strong enough." The woman raised her eyebrows, and her originally round almond-shaped eyes showed a large part of the white, looking at people from below.

"Don't worry about this matter, I plan to let Siming take charge of the work of the public security department."

"Then there are meetings in other cities, which also require the full presence of the president." Dimula and the woman looked at each other.

"I'll go," Fu Yue stood up. She had been standing silently behind Zhou Ye. "He has just recovered from a serious illness and is not suitable for walking. I believe that our assistant president will not be so unkind."

"Of course, with the famous resurrection witch here, I believe they will not act rashly." Dimula smiled widely.

"Heh," Fu Yue did not reply. With a scornful sneer, Di Mu La retracted the smile on his face. He rubbed his chin in boredom.

Zhou Ye started coughing while sitting in the first seat. It seemed that he was still not feeling well. He insisted on attending the meeting. Nuo behind him added another small spoonful of syrup into his cup.

All of this was seen by the woman sitting next to him. She seemed to inadvertently loosen the swaddling clothes of the baby in her arms.

"Thank you, Nuo." Zhou Ye picked up the cup and took a sip. The key hanging on his chest emitted a slight gleam as it shook, making the baby next to him even more jealous.

She had been to the pawn shop yesterday. It was more like a museum than a store. There were too many ancient medicinal creatures outside that he had never seen before.

All kinds of rare treasures and precious minerals there are almost not worth mentioning.

And all of this, as long as Zhou Ye wants, he can withdraw it at will, and he doesn't have to pay anything, it's too easy.

The longer the time, the jealousy is like a rotten fruit buried deep in the ground, not brewing fine wine, but brewing poisonous miasma.

Once the soil buried on it is dug up, it will instantly burst out and choose people to devour.

Without gaining the upper hand from the direct communication, the meeting ended and the woman pulled Dimula to her office. She tapped her fingers on the calendar, as if counting the days.

"I can't wait, I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself..."

Aixina did not follow Zhou Ye this time. She watched them leave from the corridor and turned into the library.

She took out the ancient literature from her backpack, and a notepad fell out. The familiar color reminded her that it was something she had brought in during breakfast in a fit of impatience.

It should be the president's, she thought.

She picked up the notepad from the ground, and the places where it was smeared with pencil showed traces of writing, which were very clear without deepening.

The text was exactly the same as in the mysterious ancient book. She couldn't help but pull out another piece of paper, imitated the direction of the text, and wrote it down crookedly.

A staff member working in the library came over, watched her write down the words, and said happily: "Are you also interested in archaeological texts?"

"Your special texts may have been passed down during the reign of the evil god. I have sorted out some and will show them to you."

Aisina was embarrassed to mention that she entered the association through clerical work. She took the information from him and looked up the contents of these text symbols one by one.

Soon a line of broken and meaningless text was translated.

"The winged supreme ruler, the eternal breeder, attachment, eternity." The man read out.

She felt nauseous when she heard these simple words, especially when the last word "semper (eternity)" was translated, she felt extremely nauseous, as if fear was spreading along her stomach.

The staff member standing beside her looked at the words in astonishment.

"This should be a sacrifice to some evil god. Where did you get this?" The staff member's eyes widened, and there was a question in his tone, as if he would report her immediately if she said anything wrong.

"I saw it in this book. I thought these words and graphics were beautiful, so I copied them together."

"Are you kidding?"

"Of course, the evil god is already dead, isn't he!" Aisina covered her mouth and laughed secretly, acting like a child who had successfully played a prank, and asked back: "You are so afraid of the evil god, but you still study words?"

"Uh..." The man was embarrassed by Aisina's question, scratched his head, and ran away after saying "Then you continue reading."

Watching him close the door and leave, Aisina held the table with her hands. Only then did her emotions surge out of her bones. She pulled out the original note that had just been quickly hidden under the book.

President, Ancestor, Sima, what are they researching, and why is it related to this?

And Louisa, who shouted that day not to refine Zhou Ye into a skin bag, it seems that even that child knows more than herself. Can she still trust everyone?

She was confused for a moment.

A burst of alarm bells outside the house interrupted her thoughts. She looked up at the clock and saw that it was already afternoon. She didn't think she was so lazy that she didn't even have lunch and kept researching until now, but this was the fact.

She had no choice but to pack up her books, put on her briefcase and go to Louisa's school.

The school gate was very noisy just after school. Every child was surrounded by many friends, especially Louisa.

Every child rushed to talk to Louisa, trying to get her attention, and they didn't mind even if they turned their heads away.

"Luisa, is your friend not here today?" Aisina ran over and rescued Louisa from a group of classmates.

"Yeah," Louisa still looked calm, but you could tell from her tone that she was not in a good mood.

"It should be just something. By the way, did you bring her the gift you mentioned before?"

"No," Louisa's tone became even more gloomy when she mentioned this, and her hands holding the bag clenched a little. "I don't know how to tell Lady Tan Yue."

"What?"

"She wants something that Lady Tan Yue has used. It's not what you think! I said, she just admires you a little bit..."

"What? This request is not difficult at all. Were you worried about this before? I have it with me." Aisina raised the corners of her mouth with some sadness, took out a bag of candy from her pocket and handed it to Louisa.

"This is what my ancestor bought for me when I went out with him. Just give it to her."

"Great!" Luisa smiled widely and took Aisina's hand for the first time. "Thank you, Sister Aisina."

Luisa, who always abides by etiquette and behaves very maturely, ran excitedly on the road.

It had just rained yesterday, and there were some puddles on the ground. She ran on them from time to time, splashing circles of water.

The small puddles reflected not only the rippling water, but also a figure hidden behind the tree.

Ding Xiang was holding his camera, recording one photo after another. Just as he was about to continue taking pictures, the upper right corner of his camera suddenly showed that the memory was full.

He was stunned for a moment, turned around and leaned behind the tree, and switched the camera to the storage space.

He remembered that he had not opened this camera for a long time, and there should be nothing in it.

In less than a moment, photos and videos appeared in front of him, and his originally numb expression suddenly added more things called pain.

The latest photo was taken a week ago. The perspective of the photographer was low and obvious. It was taken by the children.

The camera extended from the window. In the middle was him holding the children's clothes. At that time, he was about to wash these clothes.

And he was cutting meat in the kitchen to cook. In the lower right corner, there was a child with eyes full of anticipation and almost drooling.

He reached out to touch the child curled up in the corner of the picture, but accidentally touched the camera area, and a video started playing automatically.

The picture was extremely dark, obviously shot at night. In a sea of ​​pixels, a candle slowly entered the camera. Under the dim light of the candle, a child appeared with an extremely brilliant smile. It was Tuanzi wearing a yellow hat.

He held the thin candle and carefully pushed open a door. A sleeping face was revealed inside. It was himself.

"Happy birthday~Happy birthday~Happy birthday to you~"

The childish voices of the two children came from his old camera, showing a distorted and out-of-tune old-fashioned taste, as if it was not a week apart, but a year or two.

But even with such a noise, he did not wake up while lying in bed.

Tuanzi continued singing for a while, and when he noticed that Ding Xiang did not respond, he looked at the camera in confusion. In the end, he did not choose to do anything else, but blew out the candles with the child behind the camera.

With the creaking sound of the door closing, he heard one of the children say in the darkness: "Uncle is too tired, let's not disturb him, let him have a good rest."

He hit the tree behind him with a hammer, but in the end, only the dewdrops left by yesterday's rain fell to the ground.