"Miss Shenlin, look." As soon as he entered the door, Yuan Qingsu took a large book from the bookshelf.

When Shen Lin Yuzi saw it, it was "Dream of Red Mansions" translated by Jing Bolingyi.

"They are all used in modern Japanese language," Yuan Qingsu read, "The translation is very detailed, and the annotations of the poems are also very thoughtful."

His attitude of comments attracted the attention of the shop owner.

"Do you understand "Dream of Red Mansions"?" asked the owner.

Recently, students at Kyoto University have not read "Dream of the Red Chamber", not just "Dream of the Red Chamber", and even Natsume Soseki, their own country.

"I haven't seen this version." Genkosu said, "I have seen the versions of Ito Sohei, Matsue Shigeo, Iiro and others."

The owner said "Oh", with a little admiration on his face and asked, "Which version do you think is the best translated?"

"Of course it's Cao Xueqin."

"Cao Xueqin?" The owner was stunned for a moment, "Isn't that the original author? What do you mean is that you might as well read the original work?"

"right."

"I naturally understand this principle, but only in terms of translation, who do you think is better?" the owner asked again.

Yuan Qingsu thought for a while: "Yuan Qingsu."

"Restoration Su?" The owner was stunned for a long time this time and thought for a while. "I haven't seen this version, nor have I heard of it."

"Yuan Qingsu is amazing." Yuan Qingsu looked serious, "I read all books and have a good understanding of the past and the present. Just the books here are about three or four thousand books. I don't have to read them, just know that he must have read them all."

"Oh," the owner exclaimed, "I really want to meet this person."

"Then, may I ask," Shen Lin Yuzi pulled a book from the bookshelf and asked like a female college student, "Have Mr. Yuan Qingsu read this book "Drawing Hundred Ghosts Night Walk"?"

"Let me take a look." Yuan Qingsu took it. This was painted by a painter named Toriyama Shiyan.

He flipped through it for a while and returned the book to Shenlin Yuzi.

"I have read it, why haven't I read it?" he said. "The 207 different monsters in it can be drawn intact."

"Can Yuan Qingsu really draw it?" Shen Lin Yuzi confirmed with a smile.

"certainly!"

"Okay." Shen Lin Yuzi turned his head and said to the shop owner, "Boss, buy a set of brushes, ink, and a scroll."

"There is no need to waste this money, right? It's not easy for me to make money," said Yuan Qingsu.

Shen Lin Yuzi ignored him, and after checking the bill, he handed him the brush and poured out the ink himself.

"Come on, Mr. Yuan Qingsu." She said with a smile.

"Huh? Are you Yuan Qingsu?" The owner felt that he was being fooled. Seeing this boy's temperament, he subconsciously thought he was a person who had read many books.

"The original name is Yuan Qingxian, and I don't know any Yuan Qingsu." Yuan Qingsu said.

"Da da!" Shen Lin Yuzi's snow-white fingers bounced the scroll and urged him to hurry up.

"I really want to draw?"

"If you don't draw, it means that everything you say is lies."

"Do you really think I can't draw it?" Yuan Qingsu picked up the pen and outlined monsters on the scroll.

Mermaid, Inuji, Mu Mei, Tengu, and Tamamomae are all vivid and exactly the same as in the book.

While painting, he also talked about the allusions of these monsters, not only Japan, but also similar allusions such as China, India, and the West, which are also known to everyone.

The shop owner stopped doing business and watched it around.

A Kyoto wife wearing a kimono, black huori, and carrying a small cloth bag, had a good temperament and listened in surprise.

The voice of Yuan Qingsu, even if you just read the name of the station in Japan, can still make the woman with lust still moved.

When I drew the "Human Face Tree", Yuan Qingsu couldn't remember how many faces there were on the tree.

Scratch your head with your pen tail, walk around the store with your hands on your back.

"Have you painted it?" Shen Lin Yuzi was reading "The Painting of Hundreds of Ghosts in a Bag", which was also written by Shiyan, Bird Mountain. She held "The Painting of Hundreds of Ghosts at Night" with her hand.

"Miss Shenlin," Yuan Qingsu came over, "I'll take a look again, just take a look."

"Okay." Shen Lin Yuzi closed the book, "I knew that there was no truth in your mouth, and there was nothing forever in this world."

This is talking about what happened just now, Yuan Qingsu said that her love for her will last forever.

"Why didn't it? Forever is forever." Yuan Qingsu thought about it before and finally started writing.

After the drawing was finished, Shen Lin Yuzi glanced at what he drew and then at the picture album in his hand.

"There are two missing here." Her snow-white fingers pointed at the album, and against the background of the dark ink, the fingers were astonishingly white.

Yuan Qingsu looked at it and cursed: "Damn it!"

He threw the pen and swore that he would never draw again.

Next is a long time to find books. The two of them plan to visit a family every day, so they can calm down and search slowly.

Yuan Qingsu saw "Zhenguan Zhengyao", "Zhu Zi's Words", "Bai's Changqing Collection" in "Siku Quanshu", and even "Seven Classics Mencius's Supplementary Literature" in "Siku Quanshu". This is the only Japanese work included in "Siku Quanshu".

"I want this book "Seven Classics Mencius's Supplementary Texts"." Yuan Qingsu said with love.

"Oh, this book," the owner looked at it, "this book has been decided."

"Has someone decided?"

"Well, Lord Sanada Chu bought it and said he would leave it here for Miss Yukiko of the Shino family."

"What did she want this to do? To them, aren't these books all hard and smelly?" Yuan Qingsu said in confusion.

"The tea house needs some hard and smelly books," the owner had no choice. "If it weren't for the much money that Lord Sanada Chu had paid and the noble status, I wouldn't want to sell the books as a decorative bottle."

"It's outrageous! How much does he pay!"

"One million yen."

"How many?!"

"One million yen." The owner repeated.

Yuan Qingsu looked at Shen Lin Yuzi and said with a flattering look on his face: "Miss Shen Lin, look, you lend me some first."

"No."

"Just this one"

"No means no."

""

"You have memorized it all after reading it. What should I do if I spend so much money to buy it? I haven't paid the loan yet, did you forget?" Shen Lin Yuzi said calmly and had no expression on his face, which was very suitable for accounting.

Yuan Qingsu stroked the book cover and put the book back with a sigh.

For a person who has a collection habit, this is simply a way to prevent the Rocket from going to space and the aircraft carrier from going into the sea.

At dusk, he walked out of the bookstore with the rest of the "Siku Quanshu" and Shen Lin Yuzi, who also held several books.

"Sana Chu, I remember it," he said hatefully, "When I enter the palace to preach, I will insist on suing him!"

"What are you suing him?"

"Unknown stolen money!"

"If you don't say that other people's father is a fairy, as an official of the court, his annual salary is enough."

"I'm also a fairy in the song right away"

"Pay my debt."

"You are a god witch, and I am an upcoming singer fairy. Why do you live so hard?" Yuan Qingsu was very puzzled.

"The Shiratsuyama Shrine with a secret realm is very expensive." Miko Kamira gave a very realistic answer.

A large group of cats suddenly appeared in front of me, lying leisurely and solemnly in the golden sunset.

Their serious and indifferent attitudes made people dare not disturb them rashly, and even Yuan Qingsu and Shen Lin Yuzi had to walk around.

Not only did the two of them have no money, but they also had no face.
Chapter completed!