The old study room is the whole of a person

 　　Let me start with a story. I like this story very much and never tire of telling it.

　　 This is a real thing. It is said that one year, an American young man was admitted to Harvard University - studying engineering, he was very happy. After he went to Harvard, he took a public course "Middle and Old English Literature". Think about it, a student who wanted to study engineering went to study Middle and Old English Literature, so it was very painful. What's worse is that this professor is old, speaks slowly, and doesn't know how to make up some jokes to make the students happy, which is not interesting at all.

　　 The student was very distressed and felt that he could not attend this class, which was too uncomfortable, so he often skipped school. He had finally finished a semester of classes, and it was summer vacation, and he was very happy. He wanted to work part-time to earn money, so he found a part-time job at a used bookstore near the school.

　　 This kind of bookstore often gets a call and is called to someone else's house to pick up some old books and sell them - that's what he does. He didn't go to estimate, but went to see how many boxes and how many people to carry those books.

　　 One day, he received a call that his boss sent him to a garden house next to Cambridge, Boston, where Harvard is located, to carry books. So he went. An old lady opened the door and led him in.

　　 The old lady's face was a little sad. After the introduction, he found out that this old lady was actually the wife of the professor who taught him the very dull middle and ancient English literature course. It turned out that the professor died not long after the class this semester.

　　 After you die, you leave behind a house of books. What will you do with these books? The old lady felt that the books in this room were fascinating, and she couldn't face these books every day. So she decided to sell them all, so she sold them to this used bookstore, who happened to be the guy who was sent to pick up the books.

　　 At this time, the young man realized that the course he just finished last semester was the last course in this professor's life, and he was one of the last batch of students in this professor's life. Although he didn't like the professor, he also felt a heavy heart at this time.

　　 When he went to see how these books should be moved, he found that on one side of the professor's study, a whole wall of bookcases were full of detective novels, and they were all cheap detective novels. The student laughed. This old guy is usually very serious in class. He used to read detective novels the most. How could he have such an interest? He thought it was funny.

　　 This study is very elegant. Behind the study is a large floor-to-ceiling glass door. Going out is a small garden. It is not very luxurious, but it is clean, elegant, comfortable and beautiful.

　　 When he was looking at the garden, he heard the old lady say: "My husband's biggest hobby was planting flowers and cutting grass. He likes to study this." There are one or two bookcases next to the glass door of the garden. It is full of books on gardening, including plant illustrations, all kinds of books that introduce plants, flowers and plants.

　　 After reading for a long time, the student made a decision: I will not move these books today! He originally wanted to see how many books there were, and then asked someone to come and move them, but now he drove back and said to the owner of the used bookstore, "Boss, I want to buy all of this professor's books. Where should I buy them? I don't know, the dormitory I live in will definitely not fit, I will think of another way - anyway, I will buy them all." The boss said, "You want all these books! Can you afford them?" This The student said: "All the money I earned from working here this summer is yours, and the salary doesn't need to be paid to me." The

　　 boss said, "That's not enough." I come to work with you during the summer vacation, and I will give you all the wages, okay?" The boss asked him, "Why did you buy these books?"

　　 The student said that when he was in class, he only thought that the professor was very boring and academic. This only reflects the professor's side. When he went to the professor's home, looked at his study, and his collection of books, he discovered the professor's complete three-dimensional personality.

　　 This professor likes cheap versions of detective novels, with underlined notes in them—with foul language in them: This paragraph is so damn good! The professor also likes to grow flowers and plants. The lawn sprinkler has just been sprinkled, and there are still water droplets on the leaves. These are the professor's favorite things during his lifetime.

　　 A person's hobbies, interests, and even hobbies, all completely surfaced in the professor's study. At that time, the student had a strong feeling that if I brought these books back to the used bookstore, I would have to disperse them, put them in different categories on the shelves of the used bookstore, and then sell them.

　　 As a result, the professor's entire collection collapsed and disintegrated. And now when the books are in their owner's study, they are complete. What does complete mean? These books fully express the personality and soul of their owners.

　　 So the student feels that as long as the professor's collection is still there, as long as the books are still together, the professor is not dead, and his soul is still in these books. There are some notes in these books, or a ticket for a concert, a ticket for a certain movie - these are the trajectories of a person's life, and they are all reflected in these books.

　　 At the time, the student felt very sad and grief-stricken, and he felt that he should leave the professor's soul intact - buy it, not tear it apart.

　　 After listening to his words, the store manager said, "Forget it, I'll sell these books to you at 40% off, and it's enough for you to work with me for three years." So he worked here for three years. This story is true.

　　 This story shows that what books a person reads and which books a person owns are actually all of a person, that person.