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Chapter 58 The Snow of Kilimanjaro

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    In the haze, Zhang Xingzhi seemed to see a group of light and shadow projected from a sea of ??fog, surrounded by piles.  Beyond the blurred vision, there is a bustling street.

    There is light-colored smoke floating in the sky, looming among the buildings.  Pedestrians rushing to and fro from one side of the road to the other, as if they were all covered with the dust.

    Zhang Xingzhi opened his eyes and tried his best to identify all the surrounding scenery. He felt that everything was familiar, but a little out of shape.  Inside the polished glass window, the candles on the dining table have just been lit.  In the second-hand bookstore that is about to close, the smell of old books slowly trickles into the street with the flow of people in and out.

    In the hectic evening, when the headlights came from time to time, Zhang Xingzhi covered his face while struggling to look out from the corner of his eye.  For some reason, a thought suddenly came to his mind, this is the long-lost California, a place that is already out of reach in his memory.

    "Didididi" The set alarm clock rang on time, and Zhang Xingzhi suddenly opened his eyes. Only then did he realize that what he just had just happened was just a scene in a dream.

    For a moment, his whole body went numb, as if he couldn't move anywhere.  The sweat stains on his back soaked the sheets little by little, and the faint heat made him gradually calm down his thoughts.

    The feeling in the dream just now really made Zhang Xingzhi feel a little unspeakable.  He sat up, let out a long breath, then walked to the computer desk and read the article on it.

    I don't know if it's because he just woke up, or because his presbyopia has worsened. When he stared at the screen, he felt that everything in front of him was shaking violently.

    It seemed that he would not be able to do much work, he walked slowly back to the bed, and lay down on the pillow with his clothes on.  The dream just now was too tiring, it seemed to take away his energy, and he needed some time to let his mind go.

    But as soon as he lay down, those previous experiences were like a comic book, page by page in his mind.  There were wrinkles, stains, and sweat in the book, and every page was deeply engraved on his heart.  It is said that time can erase all traces, but when he thinks about it, his heart palpitations are still unavoidable.

    Can't let himself think about it anymore, he still has too many things to do.  Thinking about it, Zhang Xingzhi moved the escalator to the study room, and put away some books that he didn't read much earlier.  The boxes on the ground were filled to the brim with stacks of books, all of which Zhang Xingzhi planned to donate to the city library.

    "Dream of Red Mansions", "Water Margin", "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "How Steel Was Tempered", "Only Cats Know", "Three Heroes and Five Righteousness" Most of the contents are Zhang Xingzhi's collections for many years, and some are even now.  It's out of print.

    To say that when he was in good health, he was absolutely reluctant to donate the book.  But now my eyes are not working very well, and I find it hard to read after a long time.  The so-called solitary happiness is not as good as all the happiness, since this is the case, it is better to donate to the city library.

    When he found a book in English, Zhang Xingzhi felt a "thump" in his heart, and the flipping hand stopped involuntarily.  He took a deep breath, hugged the book, and sat down on the chair beside him.

    That is Hemingway's "The Snows of Kilimanjaro", and the well-preserved cover shows that this is a precious first printing edition.  When I opened the inner page, a paragraph of handwriting written with a pen came into view.

    "Kilimanjaro is a snow-covered mountain at an altitude of 19,710 feet. It is said to be the highest mountain in Africa. The western peak is called 'Eaq-Eayi' by the Masai.  , that is, the temple of God. Near the western peak, there is a dead and frozen leopard body. No one has explained what the leopard is looking for in such a high and cold place.¡± (Remember this website website: www.  hlnovel.com
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