Strange Record

Chapter 1 Old House In the heart of the city where prosperity and hustle and bustle interweave, there is an old neighborhood gently covered by the shadows of high-rise buildings. There, time seems to flow more slowly. Every stone slab road and every mottled wall hides unknown secrets and ancient legends passed down from generation to generation. Bu Fan, an extremely ordinary college student in this fast-paced city. His name is just like his life trajectory, simple and ordinary. Like the most inconspicuous star in the night sky, it shines with a faint light unknown to others. Bu Fan's life trajectory is simple and regular. He shuttles between the library and the dormitory day after day. Occasionally, in his leisure time on weekends, he will take a walk alone on the edge of the city to find a trace of spiritual comfort. However, fate always seems to quietly weave unexpected encounters and turns when people are least aware. It was a late autumn night. The sky suddenly became overcast, with dark clouds gathering and thunder rumbling faintly in the distance, indicating that a heavy rain was about to come. Bu Fan had just borrowed several thick books from the library and was about to walk home. Unexpectedly, the sky suddenly changed. Big raindrops poured down without warning, forcing him to quicken his pace and look for a place to shelter from the rain. Finally, his gaze fell on the ancestral old house not far away - an ancient building that seems extremely out of place in the steel forest of the city but is full of the vicissitudes of time. The old house is located at the end of a narrow and deep alley, surrounded by tall plane trees, as if it is a corner forgotten by time. Pushing open that heavy wooden door, a smell mixed with camphor wood and the smell of old books came over, instantly pulling Bu Fan away from the outside noise and bringing him into a completely different world. The light inside is dim. Only a few dim lights are flickering, illuminating the mottled walls and old pieces of furniture. Some of these furniture have intricate carvings, revealing the glory of the past. Some are simple and unadorned, but add a bit more of the precipitation of time. Bu Fan didn't immediately look for a corner to shelter from the rain. Instead, he was deeply attracted by this sudden tranquility and involuntarily slowed down and began to carefully look at this old house that carried the memories of several generations of his family. He noticed that there were several yellowed old photos hanging on the wall. The people in the photos had different expressions, either smiling or angry, as if silently telling past stories. He gently stroked the edges of those photos, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart. It was both awe for family history and curiosity about the unknown. Just as Bu Fan was lost in his own thoughts, a gust of wind blew, driving the wind chime on the window lattice and making a crisp and pleasant sound, interrupting his thoughts. He looked out of the window and saw that the rain was getting heavier. Big raindrops slapped the window, making a "slapping" sound, interweaving with the melody of the wind chime to form a unique symphony. Bu Fan sighed. Just as he was about to step through that carved wooden door and enter the quiet and private bedroom, the air seemed to freeze for an instant, and time gently swirled at this moment. An unusual breeze quietly blew by, carrying an ancient and distant breath that quietly permeated every corner of the room. Immediately after, a strange light burst out without warning from the ancestral old bookcase in a corner of the room. Like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, but even more dazzling and mysterious. Turning and walking to a corner of the room, there is a seemingly old wooden table. On the table are scattered several yellowed books and some objects that were left behind at some unknown time. He gently pulled out a chair and sat down, planning to wait here for the rain to stop.