A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

Passing through the long corridor, there is another scene at the end.

The sunlight penetrates the glass of the dome, refracting the multicolored light, like a line of waterfalls, flowing down from a high place.Everything in the room is shrouded in this faint light curtain.

The spacious round hall, surrounded by layers of wooden bookshelves, is as high as a three-story building.From the bottom of the ground, extending below the dome.Circle after circle, connected to each other, filled with tens of thousands of books, with different heights and colors, at first glance, it will suddenly make people feel a sense of depression, but if Quiet taste, here is a bit of awe-inspiring grandeur.

On both sides of the bookshelves, there are revolving stairs, from bottom to top, there is a circular corridor surrounding the bookshelves, which is convenient for people to come up and read books.

The faint scent of books, mixed with the power of washing time, flows slowly under the sunlight penetrating the colorful dome.

Compared with those old libraries with years, this is comparable to the study room of a private library, and it is not inferior at all!

This study was once used by Bo Qingqing.

After Bo Jinghan returned to Bo's house, Mr. Bo had someone reopen the seal, and solemnly handed over this isolated study to her.

Here she was again after being away for so long, in the little rotunda where she stood under the dome.

In Bao Jinghan's heart, there is no longer the kind of awe and full of piety at first sight.

Instead, it is filled with imaginary memories.

She wraps around, a spotless study.

He looked up at the glazed dome above his head.

It removes the colorful charm from the light of the sky, and also adds a holiness to the palace of knowledge.

Bao Jinghan can imagine if her mother was standing here like her when she was young, looking up at the sky full of unknowns.Or whether she quietly boarded a corridor on a certain floor, wandered in front of the bookshelves, and looked for the books she needed.Or, she is leaning back on the beauty couch in the round hall, reading a book quietly, or sitting in front of the piano with her name engraved in the middle, playing soft and lingering music...

"Hanhan, can you play a song for grandpa?"

Bo Lao's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Subconsciously, her eyes slowly turned to the piano, her fingers moved slightly, but subconsciously clenched into fists.

It's not that she can't, but she always feels that there are too many things attached to this piano.As a result, the sound of this piano seems to have become a little weird, even after how to adjust it, it falls into her ears, it is heavy and sad.

"Grandpa, this piano belongs to my mother. I don't want to play it. Shall we play chess?"

Approaching the beauty couch and sitting down, Bao Jinghan got down from the small coffee table, took out the chess board, and placed two boxes of black and white chess pieces on the left and right.

Raising her hand slightly, she made a gesture of invitation to Mr. Bo who was sitting on the sofa opposite her: "Grandpa, hold hands first!"

"No need, according to the old rules, you hold the sunspots."

In Go, sunspots go first.

Bo Lao also used this to educate her, telling her that the same is true in many things, one step ahead is tantamount to taking the lead!

Now, old man Bo is not doing this to educate her, but because he is old, so that this young man, Bo Jinghan, can make a move.

Bao Jinghan was not polite, nodded, and took the chess box containing the sunspots to the most convenient position at hand, picked up a piece, and fell into the star position.

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