Traveling through the starry sky just for you, I was a koi in ancient times

Huo Ying was already angry and now felt like he was being targeted. He couldn't help but ask:

"The Wang family won't let me in?"

The gatekeeper shook his head angrily and waved his hands helplessly.

"We treat everyone equally. You don't have to be so loud!"

Seeing Huo Ying waiting for him without saying a word, the old man at the gate looked impatient and his tone turned cold:

"This is the Wang family library, not a market. It's the rule to find someone to register!"

After saying that, he ignored everyone and simply sat in the lobby without saying anything, just looking at Huo Ying quietly.

He muttered to himself, "Where did this troublemaker come from?"

Huo Ying was a little angry, but the majestic building and the respect for culture suppressed the nameless anger in his heart.

He glared at the gatekeeper and said helplessly:

"My name is Huo Ying! I'm looking for Chen Sanlang! He's my brother and has been helping you here for over half a year!"

The disciple then slowly opened the booklet, wrote down the name, and muttered:

"Why didn't you say so earlier...Chen Sanlang, right? Which construction site are you from? Which workshop are you from? What do you do?"

Upon hearing this question, Huo Ying wanted to curse, "Who knows where he is? He must have been lured here by Putian! He's been following Putian around and busying himself here!"

The doorman heard Huo Ying swearing and rolled his eyes at him. "What do you mean by hooking up?! It means following Mr. Pu around. Wait, I'll send someone to call him."

He turned around and whispered a few words to a little boy beside him. The boy nodded and ran quickly into the yard.

Huo Ying paced back and forth at the door with one arm clenched into a fist, wondering whether to beat up Chen Sanlang first or talk to him reasonably when he saw him.

Looking at the way he walked, the gatekeeper could tell that this man was furious.

After waiting for an incense stick of time, the little boy came back alone, shook his head at the old man at the door, and whispered something.

The old man turned to Huo Ying and said in a softer tone, "Mr. Huo, Chen Sanlang is busy right now and can't spare time. Please go back first."

"what?!"

Huo Ying was furious when he heard this. "He can't get away? I came all this way here, and he won't even see me?"

He took a few big strides into the gate. The other gatekeepers came to stop him, but he pushed them away and rushed in, "I'll go find it myself!"

Some of the doormen shouted, some pulled, "No! No! They're busy working inside, no one is allowed in!"

As they were arguing, a gentle voice came from behind them: "What are you arguing about?"

Huo Ying looked back and felt a little confused.

I saw a man in a green shirt walking slowly towards me. His figure seemed to come out of a painting, with an air of otherworldliness.

He was tall and slender, and his clothes were made of ordinary cotton, but they looked elegant on him. The movement of his sleeves gave him a sense of elegance and refinement.

The man had a handsome face, eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes as bright as stars, and a gentle and steady gaze. His nose was straight, his lips were pale, and they were slightly pursed as if smiling.

Her hair was tied up in a bun and fixed with a wooden hairpin. She walked briskly and leisurely on the stone steps in front of the door. Huo Ying was stunned for a moment.

The noisy construction sounds in the yard suddenly died down, even the wind became gentle, and Huo Ying's hostility was instantly removed.

He opened his mouth slightly, stared blankly at the person in front of him, and asked again in a calm tone:

"Brother, why are you so anxious?"

The sound is as clear as a mountain spring, as if it nourishes the heart, and its pleasant sound soothes the heart.

Huo Ying's heart murmured, "Monster, monster!"

In fact, he didn't know that someone in Putian once wrote a poem about his extraordinary talent and beauty:

The shadows of the study are sparse and slanted, and the brothers are still looking at each other as before.

Lead you into the incense hall, and talk about the past and present.

A gentleman is unparalleled in the world, and a stranger is like jade.

We cannot live in the same world, but we hope to return to the same earth.

Huo Ying's anger was mostly dissipated in the face of such grace. He was even speechless and stood there in a daze, forgetting to respond.

The doormen all stood still and saluted respectfully: "Mr. Pushan."

Huo Ying's pupils shrank - is this the Putian?

Pushan's eyes fell on Huo Ying and he smiled slightly: "This brother seems to have something urgent to do?"

Huo Ying clasped his fists and said, "I am Huo Ying, the brother of Chen Sanlang. I'm here to look for him. The doorman said he won't see anyone."

A hint of understanding flashed in Pushan's eyes, and he said gently:

"So it's Sanlang's brother. Sanlang is checking a batch of newly arrived books right now and is really busy. How about I take Brother Huo in to look for him?"

Huo Ying had not yet completely calmed down from the shock of Pushan's appearance. He nodded silently and followed Pushan into the gate.

Just across the door, he was once again shocked and stood still, unable to move.

Facing you is a spacious courtyard, paved with bluestone slabs, as smooth as a mirror, extending forward.

At the end of the front is the three main buildings that are staggered in front, back, left and right.

The main building stands majestically, its eaves soaring into the air and its black tiles covering the roof, radiating a calm luster in the sunlight. Pillars encircle the towering structure, supporting it tall.

There were still craftsmen working on the main building, but everything was so quiet.

This seemed to be a painting, not real at all. What was even more unreal was that the immortal-like young man in the painting was talking to him with his mouth and eyes closed.

Pushan turned around the winding corridor bridge in front and walked towards the auxiliary building at the back. He found that the person behind him had not caught up. He turned around to signal for him to come in, but saw Huo Ying standing there stupidly without moving.

The courtyard is filled with towering ancient trees with intertwined branches and leaves. The air is filled with the fragrance of new wood and the unique scent of ink and paper from old books. You can faintly hear the sounds of moving goods and craftsmen hammering from far away, which does not disturb the quiet and peaceful atmosphere here at all.

Huo Ying's resentment had long been resolved by this fairyland and the immortals. He cautiously and tentatively walked into the winding path, bypassed the maze-like library, and headed north.

Pushan's gentle voice guided him:

"Brother Huo, this is the West Wing. Sanlang is here to proofread and compile. At this time, he should be in the Bingzi Library, checking the newly arrived Hetu classics."

He pointed to a winding corridor to the right, which was shaded by lush flowers and trees.

"You can pass through the two courtyards from now on, but you still need to register. Brother Huo, please register patiently and you can enter."

Huo Ying quickly looked up at the god-like figure. Pushan bowed slightly and then floated away.

The man had already walked quite a distance when Huo Yingcai realized what was happening and shouted out his thanks: "Thank you...Mr. Pushan for showing me the way. Thank you very much!"

Huo Ying's mind was filled with the image of the godlike Putian. He registered at both gates and entered Building C. When he was stopped again, he didn't get angry but calmed down.

"My name is Huo Ying, looking for Chen Sanlang."

He seemed to understand in his heart that the relationship between Chen Sanlang and Putian was not what he thought, and he couldn't help but curse himself several times in his heart.

After registering, I was assigned to wait in a stone pavilion in the courtyard. I was told a few things I couldn't do. As I was talking, I was taken to the waterside pavilion, and I was given tea. Finally, I was repeatedly reminded:

"Don't move around casually. Wait patiently, I'll go find someone!"