The friction of radiation protection suits rustled in the corridor.
Mou Xuan adjusted the ink bottle hanging on his tactical belt, which was soaked with the quantum memory brought back from the future.
Wu Ernst jumped and drew flying ribbons on each door frame with chalk. The mineral pigments glowed with an eerie fluorescence in the morning light - they were the cinnabar particles extracted from the colored pages of "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature" last night.
"Reader's card!" The single cultural enthusiast suddenly grabbed Mou Xuan's sleeve and shook the remounted fragment of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" with a rustling sound. "According to Article 5 of Chapter 4 of the Library Management Regulations..."
"Old Dan, are you crazy?" Propaganda Officer Qu sneered while chewing an energy gel, the pages of the brochure turning into afterimages between his fingers, "Now even living people are considered real estate, who cares about the regulations?"
Mou Xuan's tactical gloves slid across the mildew on the wall, and the fragments of time fell down and condensed into an electronic library card from twenty years ago.
Wu Tongren suddenly rushed over and bit the edge of the card, his baby teeth making tiny dents in the metal coating: "Sweet!
It’s the taste of candied osmanthus! "
Chen Yao's pen tip spread ink dots on the map.
The library icon in the northwest corner is oozing blood color, and the radiation value fluctuation curve displayed by the holographic projection resembles the piano score of "Guangling San".
When she put the pen back into Mou Xuan's chest pocket, the fibers of the tactical uniform automatically weaved into radiation-proof patterns. The scent of ink mixed with the cedar scent brought from the future time and space on his body, brewing a slightly tipsy storm in the gas mask.
"We're here." Mou Xuan suddenly stopped.
On the lintel of the library that was converted from an air-raid shelter, the word "inheritance" made of zombie bones is dripping condensation water.
Wu Ernst stood on tiptoe to reach the water droplets and accidentally drew half of "Rainy Bells" on the crack of the door with the chalk.
The cast iron door suddenly shook, and a broom handle wrapped in tape protruded from the gap. "Cultural executioners!" A hoarse roar wrapped in the smell of moldy book pages came out. Administrator Yu wore a helmet made from the cover of the "Cihai" and stared at everyone through the eyepiece made of the microfilm of the "Yongle Encyclopedia". "You can even print the "Three Character Classic" into toilet paper!"
The single culture enthusiast suddenly knelt down and crushed two pieces of bamboo slips of "Dream Pool Essays" with his knees.
He trembled as he unfolded the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" that was repaired with vine fibers. The hole at the location of the Rainbow Bridge was filled by the mutant wisteria flower. "Look!
The shops on both sides of the Bian River..." His fingertips touched the newly grown buds of the vines, "I rearranged them using the proportions of the "Yingzaofashi"..."
"What a waste!" Manager Yu suddenly poked the broomstick into the crack of the scroll, and the yellowed tape peeled off. "There are 27 types of mortise and tenon joints in the "Kaogong Ji", and you used the worst dovetail joint!"
Wu Ernst suddenly giggled.
The child held onto the door frame with his chalk-dust hands and used the condensation water that seeped through the crack in the door to draw a duck with a crooked mouth on the remaining fragment of the "Lanting Preface" stele rubbing.
The holographic projection was mistakenly identified as calligraphy practice and actually disassembled the ink marks into a dynamic tutorial of the eight strokes of the character Yong.
Mou Xuan took off the ink bottle from his tactical belt, and the quantum memory floated in the liquid like a lone boat.
He dipped the ink in his palm and wrote the word "籀". The debris of time peeled off along the strokes of the seal script, revealing the oracle bone rubbings sealed in the palm lines: "You are guarding the "Shuowen Jiezi", have you ever seen the tortoise shell used by the Shang king for divination?"
The cover of the "Cihai" on Administrator Yu's helmet suddenly opened, and the damp pages flipped frantically to the "culture" entry.
The e-reader on Mou Xuan's wrist lit up at the right time. Future technology translated the tadpole script of the Book of Documents into a holographic image, and the bronze tripod used by the Zhou emperor to offer sacrifices to the sky rumbled in the void.
"This is..." The film on the administrator's eyepiece suddenly got stuck. He staggered and held onto the doorpost made of Han Shu. "The oracle inscriptions from the Wu Ding period should not have been filled with cinnabar..."
Chen Yao suddenly threw the pen into the air.
The moment the ink bottle exploded, the quantum memory absorbed all the splashing ink droplets and unfolded the star map of the "Siku Quanshu" above everyone's heads.
Wu Ernst cheered and threw up his chalk. The colorful fragments turned into fireflies among the star maps, which corresponded one by one with the coordinate points of the underground pipeline network map.
"What we are looking for is not a perfect restoration." Mou Xuan's tactical boots crushed the dust on the ground, revealing the broken glass underneath with "Leaders for Women" written in lipstick. "It is to allow the rhythm of "Chu Ci" to continue to grow in the air-raid shelter." The golden thread of time power suddenly lit up between his fingers, weaving Wu Ernst's scribblings into the geometric patterns of the Dunhuang caisson.
The monoculture enthusiast suddenly whimpered.
He held the scroll that was punctured by the broom. Tender wisteria buds were poking out from the cracks and were quietly wrapping around Administrator Yu's worn cloth shoes.
Propaganda officer Qu stopped chewing the energy gel. The slogans on the pages of the brochure were fading, revealing the "Book of Songs" written in tiny calligraphy at the bottom.
Condensation water from the top of the air-raid shelter suddenly fell heavily.
Each drop of water reflects the fragments of classic books in the holographic projection, beating out the rhythm of "Yangguan Sandie" amid the mess on the ground.
Administrator Yu suddenly pulled off the film eyepiece of the "Yongle Encyclopedia", and tears appeared in his turbid pupils. His calloused hands slowly reached for the key string made of movable type printing modules at his waist... The movable type key string at Administrator Yu's waist suddenly made a humming sound like bronze chimes, and the scent of ink seeped out of the key holes.
Wu Ernr squatted on the ground and traced the shadow of the key with chalk. Those crooked lines were reorganized into the Pythagorean diagram of "Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art" on the moldy ground.
The anti-radiation patterns on Chen Yao's tactical uniform quietly transformed into a palindrome of the "Xuan Ji Tu". She reached out to catch a drop of falling condensed water, which condensed into a translucent fragment of the "Shui Jing Zhu" in her palm.
"This is a map of the Dunhuang Caves from the Wu Zhou period." The administrator's cracked fingers stroked the keychain, and the movable type mold jumped into a stream of movable type printing in his palm. "Back then, they used the beeswax recorded in the Qi Min Yao Shu mixed with cinnabar to hide the map in the binding of the Diamond Sutra manuscript."
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