It was already dark at this time, and there were not many brightly lit places in the gym. The front yard was lively, with students and parents walking back and forth under the lights. As we walked to the atrium, there were very few people. The lights were on in the corridor, which made the courtyard even darker.
Xue Lei took Ronan up from the corridor on the left, and when they arrived at the back courtyard, it was pitch black, with no one at all. The lights on the corridor, and the mist of the bustling city, prevented the eyes from going dark. .
"There are usually no people here." Xue Lei also mentioned, and then pointed to the dark wooden building in front, "Here we are, that is Xinzhai."
In the dim light, the wooden building looked long and wide, occupying almost half of the back courtyard, which somewhat surprised Ronan. Listening to Xue Lei talking about "Xinzhai", he always thought it was a study or something like that, but he didn't expect it to be a very large room that could be used as a training ground.
Walking into "Xinzhai", Ronan confirmed that this place should have been a training ground before. The paving under the feet was made of elastic cork material. It was very comfortable to take off your shoes and walk up. But it must be unused at the moment. There are a lot of sundries placed in the back. The layout is relatively random and looks a bit messy.
In the area near the door, there is a low table, a few cushions, and tea sets on it. Next to the low table is a stove for boiling water and making tea. They are all cleaned very neatly, and it looks like there are always people there.
Xue Lei turned on the light, and the light only covered the area in front of the door. The layout inside was even more dim, messy, shadowy, and a bit intrusive.
Xue Lei was also a little embarrassed about this situation: "On weekdays, the host lives here. This is a bedroom, a study, and a living room, including a utility room, but there is no separation."
Ronan was very surprised: "Why?"
"The owner of the museum said that he is impatient and has a strong fire. He needs an open place to relieve himself. He will easily get sick if he is bored. Of course, we ordinary people cannot come here like this."
With that said, Xue Lei dug out the tea sets, kettles and other items used to entertain the guests, and turned on the stove to boil water. Unexpectedly, as soon as he put the water on, his bracelet vibrated. After receiving the message, he patted his forehead: "Nanzi, are you here first?" Sit here for a while, I have to go help senior brother, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
"Fuck you."
Of course Ronan didn't mind. The two of them had a lifelong friendship and there was no need to be so polite. Xue Lei felt that he really couldn't speak up, so he clasped his hands together and bowed, and then hurried over.
It seems that the gym is really short of people.
Ronan was somewhat surprised. If you can open a gym in Boshan Building, you must be worth hundreds of millions. Why not hire more coaches? Or is the business too good and too busy?
Ronan recalled his impressions along the way, but he felt that there were not too many people in the gym, and they just went to the courtyard to live there. There were not many people in the atrium, so it was really not lively.
Well, that's a little strange.
He didn't think much about it. Before the water boiled, he stood at the door and watched Feng Ying. This antique building is really rare in Xia City today. Although it is in a bustling business district, there is a constant flow of people above and below, but in this courtyard, the noisy people are blocked out. It is really a good place to find tranquility in the bustle.
Outside the Xinzhai, two antique figurine stone lamps lit up, and the orange-red light illuminated the entrance, corridors and small areas of the courtyard of the Xinzhai.
Wherever the gust of wind rises, the fallen leaves rustle and fly down. Only then did Ronan see that there was a big tree planted in the courtyard that was as thick as two people hugging each other. The species could not be identified for a while. I just feel that the edge of the light is reaching, the shadows of the trees are whirling, it is quiet and quiet, and the sound of the wind rustles, cleansing the heart, making people feel pure, thoughtful, and silent.
Ronan stood under the wooden enclosure outside the heart of the studio. He was in a trance for a moment, but the sound of boiling water behind him woke him up. He walked back through the door and made himself a pot of tea.
After all, he was young and his thoughts were changeable. The vague thoughts just now quickly dissipated and he looked at the furnishings in the room again. This large room with multiple functions still made him very curious. At that moment, I was holding the tea cup and scanning the various arrangements in the dim light. I could not see clearly some places where the light did not reach, so I naturally used my mental induction.
The natural viewing range of about ten meters covers the front area behind the door, and the delicate perception does not miss even the larger dust particles.
Likewise, Ronan found that this place was actually quite clean. It couldn't be said to be spotless, but it was cleaned frequently, and there was still some order. It seems that through the arrangement of debris, relatively independent areas are naturally divided into relatively independent areas, but it is not as chaotic as the first impression.
That is to say, Ronan felt relieved, thinking that an "old-school person" like the master of the temple would not make his home so messy.
After understanding the situation inside, Ronan became interested and wanted to find out how the functional areas represented by these chaotic and orderly furnishings were divided.
"There are books all around, um, and pillows. That should be the study room."
"There is a futon, and it's closer to the inside. Could it be the bedroom?"
"There are all decorations there, and they look old. Is it a collection or a utility room?"
Ronan thought about it one by one and enjoyed it. His eyes wandered all the way, almost in a circle, and suddenly stopped.
Not far from the side of the door, there is a large piece of furniture. It is a huge ball that can be hugged by an adult. It is placed on the ground and is almost half a person tall. The material is like metal, it looks very heavy, and there is nothing else around it, so it looks very awkward.
Ronan couldn't think of any use for a while, so he simply walked over and took a closer look. As you get closer, you can feel a slight cold air blowing into your face, and the tentacles are even colder. They are made of metal.
Hollow or solid? If it's the latter, the wooden floors here may not be able to bear it.
Ronan looked under the metal ball. It turned out that there was a large bowl-like tray. The metal ball was placed on the bowl holder, which seemed to be quite stable. He stretched out his hand and pushed, but it didn't move; he applied more force, but this time it was too much, and the metal ball was greatly misplaced in the bowl holder, making a grinding sound.
The sound was exceptionally clear in the empty and quiet room. Ronan was startled and stopped hurriedly, but he didn't know what the structure of the connection was. With just a little force, the metal ball began to roll slightly in the bowl holder, causing the floor below to tremble. .
The rotating metal ball rubbed against Ronan's fingertips. Ronan could feel that there were uneven marks on the surface of the ball, which seemed to be intermittent lines, and they were also painted with color!
Don't you see, when the sphere rotates a little, it evokes a vague pattern that is also luminous!
There's something wrong with the style of painting.
Just when Ronan was confused, he suddenly felt that the fuzzy pattern had moved up a little.
At first he thought it was an illusion caused by the rotation, but then, the "crush" sound caused by the rotation disappeared. The rotating pattern continued to rise until it reached his chest.
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Ronan lowered his head and saw that the connection between the metal ball and the bowl holder had separated at some point. A sphere weighing at least hundreds of kilograms, without any support, is suspended in the square of the bowl holder, spinning around.
