Library

"Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. What is this rule?" The young man picked up the wine gourd, took a deep sip, exhaled slowly, and continued: "Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. I was born in a sunset, but I dreamed of spreading blood all over the morning." There was silence in the restaurant, and no one knew what the guest who suddenly appeared at the door was talking about. "This lunatic..." "Hey, let's continue walking..." "Don't worry about him..." The young man didn't feel embarrassed. He shook the bottle of wine that was about to bottom out and walked towards the counter. "Hey, that lunatic!" Another figure flashed out of the door of the tavern "Are you sick? Why did you leave a pistol in front of my house? It's illegal!" As he spoke, he moved a little closer. "Not much, just give me three hundred and it will be over." "You know my rules" "Conscientious price" Those who have not stopped flowering