The Lin family's little boy returns to being eight years old, taking his family to new heights.

The two left the mall and headed straight for the bookstore.

When they arrived at the bookstore, Lin Xi thought she would need some time to choose books, so she told Liu Yu to go directly to the hospital, pick up the medicine, and come back to find her.

Liu Yu was worried. His younger sister was too restless. If something happened to her, his father would scold him to death and would never agree to it.

Lin Xi persuaded him repeatedly, assuring him that she wouldn't go anywhere except the bookstore until he returned, and Liu Yu finally left, feeling uneasy.

He started running as he walked, but he couldn't stop himself; he had to hurry and get the medicine back to check on his sister.

Lin Xi went straight to the third floor of the bookstore, where there were literary works. She wanted to pick out some books that she hadn't read in her previous life.

Compared to downstairs, there were significantly fewer people on the third floor. Most of them were middle-aged or elderly people, who were either standing or sitting, quietly flipping through their books.

Lin Xi walked along the rows of books, her fingers gently tracing the neatly arranged pages, carefully examining the titles on the spines with a burning and focused gaze.

In her previous life, she was dirt poor, and her greatest wealth was a cabinet full of books. She had no friends and never went out to play. In her lonely times, the characters in the books were her friends.

They are either brave and heroic, gentle and delicate, or witty and intelligent. Every time you turn the pages of their books, it's like attending a gathering that transcends time and space.

She looked through them one by one like a hamster entering a rice barn. Some authors who would become famous in later generations had not yet become popular, and their books were placed on the bottom shelf where no one paid attention.

"Oh dear, what a waste! Professor Wang Hua's book is sitting in this nook and cranny," Lin Xi sighed.

Then he picked up the book, sat down directly on the floor, and started reading.

This is one of Wang Hua's earliest works; the writing is still immature, yet it touches the heart.

Fu Wenyuan was reading a book when he heard a childish sigh from beside him, and he couldn't help but turn around.

I saw a little girl, about seven or eight years old, sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a book bigger than her head, reading it attentively.

It's quite rare to see such a young child in this area. He probably hasn't even learned all the words yet. Maybe he was brought here by a parent.

More than ten minutes passed, and the girl was still sitting there motionless, still holding the same book, reading it with great interest.

Fu Wenyuan felt a touch of admiration. At such a lively and active age, it was surprising that he could concentrate on reading for so long. He couldn't help but feel protective of him and wanted to offer some advice.

"Little girl, excuse me, this old man is bothering you for a moment."

Lin Xi heard the voice and turned to look at the side. It was an old man with messy hair and wearing reading glasses who was talking to her.

"It's good to enjoy reading, but you need to build a solid foundation by reading books that suit you first."

The book you are reading now, though written by an unknown author, has profound intellectual depth. If you cannot understand it, it will be like chewing wax, a complete waste of your time.

If you trust me, I can recommend some books that might be suitable for you.

The old man's eyes were kind and sincere, and his words were full of the love and care an elder has for a younger generation.

Lin Xi knew the old man meant well, so she sincerely said, "Grandpa, I can understand this book."

"Oh? Then tell me, what did it say?" The old man asked with interest, showing no dissatisfaction whatsoever.

The girl opposite me looked at me without flinching or hesitation, and said directly and confidently, "It tells the story of an ordinary person who experienced a series of tragedies that most people could hardly bear, but he still..."

The author is not glorifying suffering; he is merely showcasing the immense impact of the profound changes of the times on the lives of ordinary people, while simultaneously highlighting the remarkable resilience of human life.

Fu Wenyuan was greatly astonished. She actually understood it! And her understanding was so profound! Her language was also exquisite and appropriate. It was hard to believe that it came from the mouth of a little girl.

Incredible! A hero has emerged from among the young!

The old man rarely encountered such a bright child, so he started discussing things with her directly.

There are many ways to interpret this book, and Lin Xi is talking about one of them. A thousand people have a thousand Hamlets in their hearts, and even in later generations, this book is still very controversial.

Lin Xi also had her own opinion, and it was very firm. So she started to argue with the old man. The two of them went back and forth, and when they got excited, they unconsciously raised their voices.

The people nearby didn't seem bothered at all; instead, they joined in, creating quite a lively atmosphere. Even the staff thought there had been some kind of argument and came to inquire.

After being interrupted by the staff, the group explained the reason and then realized that none of them could persuade the girl, and they were almost led astray by her.

Everyone gave Lin Xi a thumbs up with admiration. This little girl had knowledge and talent far beyond her age. She could quote classics and draw on a wide range of sources, and could easily quote various works. She had a very deep literary foundation.

After the praise, everyone dispersed, except for Fu Wenyuan, who remained in place. He looked at the little girl and asked, "Little girl, what's your name? Are you a student at the Provincial Affiliated Primary School?"

The Provincial Affiliated Primary School is the best primary school in the city, a gathering place for the most outstanding students.

The girl shook her head and said her name was Lin Xi and that she was a student at Su Lin Elementary School.

He had never heard of this elementary school, but thinking that the teacher must be extremely capable to have produced such a child, he asked, "Could you tell me your teacher's name?"

"Su Youcheng."

Fu Wenyuan tried to recall, but ultimately couldn't remember who this person was.

He knew a little about most of the famous Chinese language teachers, but he had no recollection of this person's name at all.

Lin Xi explained, "Grandpa, our school is in a remote village, so it's normal that you haven't heard of it. Our teachers aren't particularly famous, but they are very responsible."

"So what you've learned..."

"Um... I taught myself."

The old woman was overjoyed to hear this; she... she didn't even have a master yet!

What a promising talent! Without any guidance, he has accumulated such knowledge all by himself! He is far superior to his worthless disciples!

Fu Wenyuan suppressed his excitement, not wanting to frighten the child, and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Lin Xi shook her head; how could she possibly know?

"My name is Fu Wenyuan. I have written several books and was the previous chairman of the Xia Kingdom Writers Association. Now I am an old man who is retired at home. Since you do not have a master, would you like to become my apprentice?"

Lin Xi was somewhat surprised, not expecting this old man to be so important. But she hadn't considered becoming a professional writer yet; she just wanted to write what she liked and earn some money.

In her eyes, those great writers were all of noble character and had great love in their hearts, while she only cared about money and wrote only to make money.

Seeing that the girl seemed surprised but not delighted, and was still hesitant, Fu Wenyuan couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Oh dear! This title of the Writers' Association isn't very useful! I finally managed to use it, but they still don't appreciate it.

He didn't have anything worth mentioning, and his house was empty except for a pile of books. Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Child, I have many, many books at home, books that you can't find in the library, and many rare editions that only I have."

He was like a witch tempting children with candy, waiting for the girl to jump in.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Lin Xi's large, grape-like eyes flashed with delight. If that were the case, having multiple masters wouldn't be a bad thing...

But she was afraid of delaying the teacher's studies...

Fu Wenyuan found it strange. She had just seemed very interested, so why was she hesitating now? "Child, what are your concerns? You can tell this old man."

Lin Xi stopped hiding her true feelings and said, "Grandpa Fu, I do really enjoy reading and writing, but I write to make money. I only want to make money."