The old man saw the hesitation on Zhang Zian's face. He thought that Zhang Zian would politely and firmly refuse him like other young people. He was about to turn around and try to find someone else for help.
However, Zhang Zian's hesitation only lasted for less than two seconds. He smiled and said, "Okay, I have time now. Let's find a place to sit down. Where do you want to sit? "
"Anywhere is fine! Anywhere is fine! Anywhere is fine! " The old man was surprised and happy. He repeated the same thing incoherently. He hurriedly looked around, trying to find a seat as soon as possible, as if he was afraid that Zhang Zian would change his mind.
Zhang Zian had made up his mind, so he would not regret it. He even put his phone back in his pocket, pointed to an empty table in the corner and said, "How about over there? There are two computers next to each other that are free. "
"Okay! Okay! Right there! "The old man leaned on his cane and slowly followed Zhang Zian to the empty table in the corner.
Zhang Zian pulled out a chair for him, and the two of them sat down. In front of each of them was a computer in standby mode.
"Sir, I was just asking. Why don't you use those touch-sensitive digital terminals like other old people? Isn't that more convenient? "
Zhang Zian moved the mouse to get the computer out of standby mode and asked casually.
"Because … I don't think I'm very old yet. I want to be with young people and have more contact with the things that young people often use." The old man leaned his cane against the table and smiled. "For this, I have specially practiced typing. I bought elementary school textbooks and learned pinyin again. I can also use the computer to surf the Internet, but the computers here seem to be different from the computers in other places …"
The old man introduced himself as Zhou. His wife had passed away early, and his children and grandchildren were working in other places. They did not come back often, and he wanted to learn something to pass the time.
Zhang Zian understood that he was not old, so he no longer called him sir. Instead, he called him Mr. Zhou. He really liked this title. It made him feel ten years younger.
The operating system inside these computers was not the original version of Windows or Mac OS, but a magically modified or customized special system. The functions were greatly simplified, and there was no resource manager, no control panel, no browser, no chat tools. They could only connect to the local area network, not the Internet. As for download tools, video players, and office software, they were delusional …
These computers were all-in-one computers like the iMac. They were fixed to the table, and the back was bare. There were no USB or lightning ports, only power and network cables, and PS/2 ports for the keyboard and mouse. Other than that, there was no headphone jack.
This computer was amazing. Even young people needed time to familiarize themselves with it. No wonder Mr. Zhou was like a tiger trying to eat a hedgehog.
The computers in the library could effectively prevent the invasion of viruses and the illegal outflow of e-books. They also prepared easy-to-use touch-screen digital terminals for the elderly, but they didn't expect that some elderly people would refuse to accept the fact that they were old.
Zhang Zian started the reading software, which was also customized. After a while, he patiently taught Mr. Zhou how to categorize and retrieve the books he wanted to read, how to set the background color, and how to adjust the font size.
"Young man, what are they doing over there?" After Mr. Zhou learned it, he pointed to the front and asked with great interest.
Zhang Zian also noticed that the young people on the fifth floor were not only using the computers to read books, but also typing, as if they were chatting. However, there was no way to access QQ here. So what were they typing?
"Mr. Zhou, please wait a moment. I'll go and have a look."
He walked behind a row of young people and observed for a while. Then he knew what was going on.
As Meng Li said, the fifth floor was a digital reading and communication area. On one hand, it was for reading, and on the other hand, it was for communication. However, this communication was not just a simple chat, but a simple chat room built into the operating system. In the chat room, readers could recommend good books they had read, or state the books they were looking for, and then ask other readers for help.
The quality of the readers who came to the library to read during the New Year's Day holiday was very high. The chat room had a harmonious atmosphere. No matter who asked for help, readers would enthusiastically lend a helping hand. Even if they could not help in the end, the person who asked for help would feel warm.
It should be said that the library had made a smart move. By setting up a chat room for readers to help each other, it could not only greatly reduce the human resources at the service desk, but also stimulate the enthusiasm and cohesion among readers.
Zhang Zian returned to his seat and started the chat room for Mr. Zhou, so that he could read and communicate with other readers at the same time.
Mr. Zhou soon enjoyed it. He typed very slowly, and he only used one finger. Even so, he was very serious about expressing his opinions about a certain book. When readers asked for help, he would also try his best to provide suggestions … although by the time he finished typing, the person who asked for help would often get an answer with the help of others.
"Mr. Zhou, I'll leave for a while. I'll come back later. If you have any questions, I'll explain them to you when I come back." Seeing that Mr. Zhou did not need anything for the time being, Zhang Zian took out his phone again, trying his best to find the elfin.
"Okay, okay. Thank you, young man. You can go back to your work." Mr. Zhou nodded quickly. His hands did not leave the keyboard, and his eyes were still focused on the screen. If this old man was 40 years ago, he would probably be a serious Internet addict …
On the electronic map of the game, the light that represented the elfin's location had dimmed by more than half. At this rate, it would disappear completely in a short time.
Just as Zhang Zian left his seat, he heard Mr. Zhou murmur to himself, "What is this kid doing? Why is he always making trouble for others …"
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Zian thought Mr. Zhou had encountered a difficult problem again, so he bent down and stood behind him, staring at the computer screen.
"Look at this kid. He is always typing strange things. No one knows what he is doing," Mr. Zhou said, pointing at the screen.
Everyone in the chat room used their own nicknames, but at Mr. Zhou's age, he could totally call everyone in front of the computer "kid."
Just like what Zhang Zian had seen before, the atmosphere in the chat room was very harmonious. The readers helped each other, except for one person. It was like a rat's poop spoiling a pot of soup.
[Fruit Jianbing]: I've been fascinated by the Silk Road recently. I just finished reading Bill Potter's book. What other good books do you recommend?
[Jackdaw]: That book is at best a travel book. It's okay to read it casually. If you want to learn something seriously, I suggest you read Frank Kopan's book with the same name.
[Coco]: I've been watching you guys chatting, and I finally found a topic I can talk about. Ruilwe Hansen's New History of the Silk Road is also good. I recommend it! I just returned the book. It's on the second floor, section B1.
[3.1415926]: 3. 1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679
[Jackdaw]: Friend with Pi as your nickname, we've been putting up with you for a long time. If you are a kid, please go to the juvenile reading room on the first floor. Don't disturb our normal communication, okay?
[Blue Flower]: Yeah, you've been making trouble in the chat room since this morning. Many readers were pissed off by you and ran away …
[3.1415926]: 3. 1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679
[Ah Liu]: Is this person sick? What's the point of typing such a string of numbers? To show that you can remember the first 100 digits of Pi? Come on! I could memorize it when I was in elementary school! If you want to show off, go to Zhihu. There's a book titled "What's the experience of memorizing the first 100 digits of Pi?" That's a retarded question waiting for you!
[Fruit Jianbing]: There's no administrator in the chat room. Otherwise, the administrator would kick him out.
[3.1415926]: 3. 1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679
[Coco]: But I just stood up and looked around. There are no kids on the fifth floor …
[Jackdaw]: It's even worse if it's an adult! I've never seen such a despicable adult!
Zhang Zian stood behind Mr. Zhou and observed for a while. No matter what was said in the chat room, the person who used Pi as his nickname would always send the first 100 digits of Pi every once in a while. No matter how politely or angrily the other readers advised him, the person never talked back. He persistently typed the same number over and over again.
The readers were all well-mannered. If they weren't annoyed and angry, they wouldn't say such harsh words. Obviously, the person had angered everyone. The problem was that there was no administrator in the chat room. The readers could only be angry, but they couldn't do anything to the person. This was a loophole in the library's customization system.
Mr. Zhou frowned and said, "I also think he's like a kid. This kid is too naughty. Even my seven or eight-year-old grandson isn't as naughty as him … His parents should really teach him a lesson!"
Zhang Zian straightened his back and looked around the hall on the fifth floor again.
Previously, he was focused on looking for elfins. When he went upstairs, his eyes only scanned the aisles and open spaces. He didn't pay attention to the readers' age, gender, or appearance, because the readers couldn't be the elfins he was looking for … right?
There were about 200 computers in the reading area on the fifth floor, but less than half of them were occupied. Although the readers were very close in the chat room, in reality, everyone was sitting more scattered. Almost every area was occupied. Except for friends in real life, few people sat next to each other.
As Zhang Zian scanned the room, a young girl stood up from another corner. She also glanced around the room and looked into Zhang Zian's eyes from afar. She smiled and sat down again. She might be the reader with the ID Coco in the chat room.
As Coco said, there were no children on the fifth floor. The youngest one seemed to be over 18 years old, and he looked mature. He didn't look like someone who would play pranks.
As for the elderly reading books on the touch terminal, the terminal didn't seem to have a chat room function, so it couldn't be some old urchins …
That was strange.
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