Dressed as a background board boss, I hold a local tyrant

At that time, the uniquely shaped toy book, which seemed incompatible with various style magazines, traditional books, world classics, etc., was placed in a remote corner of the small family library, quietly waiting to be flipped by an unknown person.

Needless to say, the luxury of the lunch, Qiao Yan is tired of talking about the word rich.

Hearing from Chlorophyll's mouth, "We're going to the library in the afternoon." Qiao Yan said in confusion, "Didn't you say that the study room is an important place, so don't enter it easily?"

Ke Yuhan and Qiao Yan said at the same time, "Are you going outside the manor?"

In a word, two thoughts in different directions, and three people who are ignorant of each other.

Ye Yichuan helplessly supported his forehead, "Susu means that she is going to visit the family library in the manor, and has some tasks to do."

"The library on the estate and the public library are two different things."

"And we're not going to go to the public library."

What's more, it is impossible for public libraries to allow them to shoot variety shows in them.

The family library built by a single building is more like a Western-style dome-style building, as if a cover is buckled on the ground.

The edge of the cover is made of large bookshelves standing upright.

I don't know what material the wood of the bookshelf is made of, but there are wooden steps made of the same wood next to the bookshelf.When people's feet step on it, they don't feel any shaking, and even the creaking sound that wood may have does not exist.

Going up the steps of the bookshelf, you will find a wooden corridor layer after layer, and you can always go up one level at the corner.

The dome of the library is made of semi-curved tempered glass, and the indoor lighting is excellent. No matter where you stand, the natural light is enough for people to see all the fonts on the book.

If these are shocking enough, then the wooden high tables placed in the corridors of the bookshelves on each floor are directly equipped with wireless charging at the bottom, and all the books on the current floor of the library are placed in the image of words. Entered in it, as long as someone passes by, it can trigger the power and start the tablet. When readers only need to swipe their fingertips twice, they can find any book they want to read. .

The buildings where technology and simplicity coexist, and the collision of paper books and modern science, people walking in it seem to have come to a different world full of literary atmosphere.

Even the entertainment idol who couldn't escape, couldn't help being quiet.

Not daring to make a sound in this kind of picture where everyone is immersed in the magnificent books, Ke Yuhan poked boredly at the introduction of all the books in the library on the tablet.

Qiao Yan swallowed her saliva, and silently stuffed the "Flying Bird Collection" that had already been opened in her hand.

She said to Ke Yuhan who was still poking the tablet in a low voice, "I always feel that even if I want to cultivate my sentiments, I am not suitable to stay here."

Just go to the Xinhua bookstores that have opened all over the country on the side of the road, maybe it will be more natural than it is now.

Ke Yuhan looked at her with the eyes of "there is indeed a generation gap between us", "You have never seen this kind of scene in a three-dimensional present, and it is not impossible to feel shocking, but there is no need to be particularly outrageous."

Qiao Yan: "It's not outrageous, it's reasonable."

"Can you believe that I just randomly picked out a book, the translation of Asuka, and there are bookmarks signed by the translator in it?"

Qiao Yan didn't quite dare to imagine that the original version next to it would really have the autograph of Tagore who had crossed history.

If you can't think of it, you don't want to.

As long as she doesn't look at it or open it, the world is still simple in front of her eyes.

Although she knew that she was deceiving herself and others, Qiao Yan really didn't dare to touch those literary works with extremely high collection value.

Ke Yuhan glanced at all the books in the library, and whispered to Qiao Yan: "There are so many books here, you don't read them, I don't read them, Chlorophyll is younger than you, girls usually read novels for leisure, maybe There are also less serious works here, let's look for them together."

Qiao Yan complained to him in a low voice, "Do you know what the names of those novels that have been released are usually, just enter 'wear' in the search bar."

For example, someone who traveled through time.

This kind of name is unlikely to appear on physical books in this era just by thinking about it.

"Otherwise, what are you searching for?"

Qiao Yan didn't know either.

Before time-traveling, I worked with big IPs, but the original name of the work of the problem is different from the name after it was released on TV or movie.Guessing that those novels that she might know something about would become completely different after being transformed into reality, Qiao Yan could only pretend that nothing happened.

"Why don't you try rolling your face at the keyboard?"

"You come, I can't." Ke Yuhan directly and quickly tapped the 26 key on the tablet, and handed it to Qiao Yan by the way.

Qiao Yan was speechless, "...Is it really okay to be so burdened by being an idol?"

The program team is still working diligently on filming. Qiao Yan doesn't care if they are surprised by this library...

but!

You've already participated in variety shows, what kind of morals do you still care about.

Isn't variety shows just to expose the unscrupulous side of celebrities?

Even though she was thinking this way, in the end Qiao Yan still kept a look of wanting to complain, but actually pressed the tablet on her face.

I don’t know how it worked. Finally, the word ink turtle appeared on the tablet. Finally, after searching a large number of books related to biology and wild animals, Ke Yuhan twitched the corners of his eyes and replaced the word with the homophonic devil. .

However, in the book that appeared this time, although there are various books that seem to be very high-end, there is also a thing that is mixed in it, which is quite out of place.

For those books with a high standard...the so-called devil is the root of the human heart...this just refers to some meanings of the two words used for searching in those books.

What really interested them both was a book engraved with gold thread.

The pictures on the tablet are taken at an excellent angle, and under the light and shadow, you can clearly see that the texture of the cover is not particularly flat, which is completely different from the smooth feeling of most plastic covers.

The hollowed-out gold thread was photographed by an ultra-high-definition camera and stored on the tablet. When readers find the cover of the book on the tablet, they can freely zoom in and out on the tablet. But when you look closely, Ke Yuhan is creepy It was discovered that countless skulls were engraved on those gold threads.

Even each skull can be found to have obvious differences.

Putting your gaze on the very textured book cover, it has a natural luster, which inexplicably makes people feel that it is not made of leather.

Qiao Yan swallowed her saliva, thinking of something she shouldn't have thought about, she quickly shook her head, and shook the picture in her mind before saying, "We may really have discovered something extraordinary."

"Yes... yes." Ke Yuhan was as stiff as the mummy.

A young and bold kid, when he was at the racecourse, he was the first one who dared to leave the breeder and ride on his own, but was almost thrown away by the hooved horse. There is no difference in sifting bran.

"Are you okay?" Qiao Yan poked him secretly.

Ke Yuhan straightened his face, "It's just a book made of sheepskin, and it definitely has nothing to do with what you imagined."

Qiao Yan: What am I thinking?You know now?

Doubtful.

Qiao Yan guessed that Ke Yuhan probably belonged to the kind of person who is still addicted to food and still wants to be young, so she murmured and pulled him towards Chlorophyll's side.

She is the owner of this library, even if there are any special books, you should look for her.

……

From Ye Yichuan's perspective, the last thing he saw was the appearance of these three people walking towards the remote corner of the library.

Ye Yichuan, who had already guessed something, shook his head. He had already warned Sister Toutie not to be found out, and if she dared to take her there, she would be beaten later, so don't blame him for not helping her.

Chlorophyll on the other side walked carelessly towards the side holding the tablet, while studying the glossy book in the tablet, the two said, "I've never seen this book in the library before."

"The construction scale of my library is average, and the total storage volume is only about [-] volumes. Not to mention all of them have been read, [-] to [-]% of them must have been read, and most of the book covers are familiar." She said. Looking at the tablet, "If I've seen such a special one, I'll definitely recognize it at a glance."

"But it's amazing that you two can find such a special book. This is a 1/10 probability."

How could it be such a coincidence that they just bumped into each other?

The point is, people have already taken the initiative to deliver it to their door. Chlorophyll can't help but introduce the special features of this book.

Chlorophyll then smiled and told a story about this library.

"Before the establishment of the manor, there was a place for the library. In fact, there was a small two-story building. Because the former owner of the small house was obsessed with mystery, he always made some messy things. He is regarded as a magic stick and a great dancer, but some people say that he does have some skills."

"Once upon a time, a country boy came home late from school. He was left to sleep overnight in the cemetery by his grandfather, who died early, and ended up being possessed. His grandmother begged for a long time before inviting the previous owner of this small bungalow over. Help, it took me a long time to call back my soul."

"The folks call him Daxian, but he himself calls him a demon or a teacher."

It's not such a fascinating story, but it's a bit scary, but the details make people's scalp tingle.

Ke Yuhan had never realized that he was so good at associating, "That child is his mother, please Daxian, is it calling for a soul or leaving a ghost?"

Chlorophyll said meaningfully: "Then I don't know."

"My wife who has been with me for most of my life, or a grandson who was born just a few years old, which one is more important? People like me who have never been in a relationship and have no children can't tell."