The retired man went into the wrong book, and his beautiful husband loved him

Fei Lu followed the mysterious man closely. They seemed to be walking in endless darkness. This magical passage seemed to have no end. The dark environment made him feel a little uneasy, but his strong curiosity drove him to keep moving forward.

When the bright light suddenly flashed, Fei Lu felt dizzy, as if the whole world had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Afterwards, he was surprised to find that his soul was actually placed in another person's body. The strange yet familiar feelings intertwined together made him a little dazed.

"From now on, you are the Feilu of this world." The mysterious man's gentle voice sounded in his ears again, with an unquestionable power.

Fei Lu calmed himself down and slowly opened his eyes. What came into view was the 1990s. Everything around him seemed so new and unfamiliar. He immediately realized that he was now at Huaguo University, working as a librarian.

Thinking of what the mysterious man had said before, Fei Lu looked down at his hands, feeling a surge of emotion. The original owner of this body had passed away due to drowning, and now he had to continue living in this world in his place.

The mysterious man took out the small box and gently touched his forehead. A strange warm current immediately spread throughout his body. He seemed to feel the laws of this world and some basic knowledge that the mysterious man had passed on to him. The information poured into his mind like a tide, giving him a preliminary understanding of this brand new world.

However, the mysterious man clearly stated that Fei Lu did not need the memories of the original owner of this body.

"My advice to you is to make good use of your position as a librarian and do your best to acquire the knowledge you need. As for the outside world, your time is limited, and you are destined to return, so it will be beneficial for your future to have less exposure to it."

The mysterious man then prepared basic life knowledge and various identity information that Fei Lu might need, left him a phone number and left.

Before leaving, he said to Fei Lu: "Don't feel wronged for being trapped in this small world. I promise you, when you die, I will bring you back to this world, bring your memories with you, and live again to see how high you can go."

Fei Lu didn't feel wronged because the mysterious man didn't let him have too much contact with the outside world. On the contrary, he really liked the identity the mysterious man arranged for him.

Most of the time, he sat quietly in the corner of the library like a sculpture. The huge six-story library seemed like an endless treasure house of knowledge, and the overflowing books surrounded him like a group of loyal companions.

The rich and varied spiritual food seemed to have magical powers, causing a strong desire to surge in his heart. He wished he could turn these twenty-four hours into time in the library, accompanied by these crystals of wisdom.

He knew very well that his time was extremely limited, so he carefully selected the knowledge needed for his dynasty, like a hungry man pounced on bread, constantly absorbing every drop of nutrients.

He was like a traveler who had been struggling through the vast desert for many days, exhausted but full of hope. Suddenly, an oasis with abundant water resources appeared before him. The mixture of surprise and eagerness kept surging in his heart.

"There is not enough time, there really is not enough time." This sentence almost became his daily mantra. Every day when night fell, his eyes were already too sleepy to open, and his eyelids wanted to droop like heavy lead blocks, but he still resisted the tiredness and refused to put down the book in his hand that carried countless wisdom. He just muttered to himself, and then slowly fell asleep.

In less than three years, this name quietly spread throughout the university, and Fei Lu became the focus of everyone's attention - a library maniac.

At that time, although he tried his best to keep himself clean and tidy and tried not to let external factors interfere with his pursuit of knowledge, he was reluctant to waste even a minute of time, so he made a bold decision. He shaved his hair clean, like a smooth egg, and shaved off his sparse beard neatly. In this way, he looked particularly weird, in sharp contrast to the people around him.

However, for him, apart from the books that exuded the scent of ink, nothing else in the world seemed to matter. He would appear at the library on time almost every day, as if he had signed an eternal contract with the library. He was extremely familiar with the location of every shelf and the placement of every book in the library, as if they had been deeply imprinted in his mind and become an indispensable part of his life.

His passionate love for books, like a raging fire, seemed to have a magical power that spread quietly like ripples and deeply affected many people around him.

Some people who may have originally been indifferent to books were gradually moved by his enthusiasm, and an urge to help him surged from deep in their hearts.

More and more people stepped forward and willingly helped him with the tedious yet meaningful work of sorting, returning, and organizing books. They had only one thought in mind: to give him more precious time so that he could immerse himself in the world of his favorite books and wander freely in it.

Fei Lu often lamented, wanting to tell everyone that such worry was unnecessary. Ever since arriving in this wondrous world, he'd acquired a unique ability—the ability to see the fleeting ghosts that dotted the school. Initially, he was a bit frightened, but over time, he grew familiar with them and developed a harmonious relationship with them. Many tasks that once seemed time-consuming were successfully completed with the silent assistance of these kindhearted "good ghosts."

When the last critical moment came, Fei Lu hugged his beloved book tightly, with a satisfied smile on his face. He slowly closed his eyes under the bookshelf and fell into a peaceful dream forever.

When the university teachers and students heard the news, they were filled with deep regret and grief. They spontaneously organized a grand memorial service to express their deep remembrance of this young man who loved books and life.

In that quiet corner of the library, a permanent desk was specially left for him, as if telling of the countless wonderful times he had spent here.

The students from the Art Department used their deft hands to create a small statue of Fei Lu and placed it in the upper right corner of the table. The statue is lifelike, as if carrying Fei Lu's soul, quietly guarding this world of books and bearing witness to a story full of love and warmth...

Fei Lu of Feng Dynasty suddenly woke up after being in a coma for half a year. It was as if he was blessed by God and his Ren and Du meridians were opened, and he suddenly became a genius.

Fei Lu became the youngest imperial teacher in the history of Feng Dynasty. He used his advanced knowledge combined with the actual situation of Feng Dynasty to try to implement many policies. In the words of a mysterious man, he put theory into practice.

Although some policies were not implemented as he expected, the national strength and people's livelihood of the Feng Dynasty were greatly improved, and the prestige of the national teacher once had the momentum to surpass that of those in power.

Then all this came to an abrupt end because of an intruder.

Fei Lu finished his story. Lin Qiqi finally understood the source of his luck. It was probably not just the compensation from heaven, but also the power of prayer from another world.

"Have you seen the mysterious man who took you away since you came back?" Lin Qiqi asked Fei Lu. The one who took him away should be Yun Qing. It was only thirteen years ago. Yun Qing was six years old at that time. She wondered if Yun Qing at this time had seen her who had traveled through time.

"No." Fei Lu answered honestly, "But before I came back, he showed up and said he would give me a ride."

"Although he didn't say it, I know that the mysterious man who has been picking me up and dropping me off is not his real self." Fei Lu thought about it seriously and said.

Lin Qiqi was surprised: "How can you tell?"

Fei Lu smiled and said, "I went with him to the other world and awakened the ability to see ghosts without telling him. When he first came to see me, I didn't notice anything unusual. But the two times I saw him there, he was clearly shimmering with a faint light that only ghosts have, so I guess he was in a spirit state."

"Not only is it in a soul state, it's not even a complete soul. It's like a created clone, or a wisp of the original soul."

"And everything and everyone he touches will be stained with the same color of light as him. Even though it's a tiny glow, like a firefly, I can still see it at a glance."

Lin Qiqi was surprised. Fei Lu was really not a simple person. Fortunately, she had already put a seal on Yun Qing, otherwise, Fei Lu would probably discover the secret of Yun Qing.

"Oh right, the Imperial Master has the same light on him," Fei Lu suddenly said. "And there's also one in the Imperial Mausoleum, though it looks even older."

An imperial tomb? Lin Qiqi was surprised. She had long suspected that the Imperial Master and his men were Yun Qing's work, to preserve the last bloodline of the Qimeng Clan. But the imperial tomb was something special. Could it be that he also had dreams of becoming an emperor?