Ding bell——
The wind chime hanging on the glass door made a crisp sound as the door was pushed open.
An hour has passed since the bookstore opened its doors. The room was full of people and no seats were available. The occasional sound of reading and the warm coffee reveal the breath of life.
Qi Yan scanned the recommendation books in front of him. When he wanted to pick one up, his hand was pulled back by a strong force. Qi Yan looked up blankly, and the entire bookstore was unbelievably quiet. All the people who were sitting on the seats were gone, and only the half cup of warm coffee left on the table could prove their presence.
The whole bookstore seemed strange and unreasonable.
Qi Yan followed his instinct and walked towards the door.
Ding the bell, the young man's huge movement made the wind chime sound, but the glass door did not move at all.
Beads of sweat appeared on the young man's forehead: "Is there anyone there?"
"Is there anyone?"
In the empty bookstore, the only response Qi Yan could hear was his own.
Fuck, why is there no signal on the phone at the critical moment! ?
While Qi Yan was still trying to contact the outside world, all the lights in the hall suddenly went out.
"Is there anyone?"
What responded to Qi Yan was still the deathly silence.
When the young man was close to despair, the light in the center of the hall turned on.
An open book floats in mid-air defying gravity. The warm-colored spotlight shines on it, which is strange and sacred.
Qi Yan put his palms on the open book.
The pages of the book began to flip through quickly, and the surrounding buildings began to disappear quickly.
The space is collapsing, but also seems to be reorganizing.
He heard a voice, from deep within the pages of the book, or from the palm of his hand, or from somewhere further away——
"Welcome borrowers - Qi Yan"
Purpose: write stories
