Yin Mu sat on the chair on the platform for a while, drank the tea brought by the servant, and thought of something when he looked up at the dome. He looked at Hua Ling: "Dad, does your brother have a driver's license?"
Hua Ling took a book and read it. When she heard the question, she wondered: "How could it be possible? Ah Feng is underage."
"Then why did he drive a motorcycle?"
"...Ah?" Hua Ling picked up the teacup and put it to her mouth, about to drink. She was confused after hearing Yin Mu's words.
Yin Mu explained: "When I came by car from the gate of the manor, I saw my brother flying past on a motorcycle... Dad, don't you know this?"
Hua Ling stared blankly at Yin Mu. Neither of them spoke. The air froze for a few seconds. Hua Ling stood up, put down the teacup and book, walked past Yin Mu and left the study.
Before leaving, he did not forget to say: "If you have any books you want to read, just read them, and I will go take care of your brother."
"Oh——" Yin Mu looked away and agreed with a smile.
Yin Mu didn't have to think hard to guess what was going on. It was just that Xie Feng took advantage of Hua Ling and Lu Ya's absence to try new things. He touched the motorcycle and drove it under the supervision of a servant.
If Xie Feng didn't drive the motorcycle out of the manor, it wouldn't be a big problem. The servants were injured, so it would be okay even if he drove it out. Xie Feng was a tall man and didn't look like he was underage.
Yin Mu wandered around the huge library alone and saw many works that he had wanted to read. He took a few books and held them in his arms to take them back to the bedroom to read.
Yin Mu gradually walked to the bottom of the library and noticed that the books placed below looked older, and the names of the books looked very old.
Yin Mu pulled it out to check and found that the content was still written in classical Chinese. Yin Mu could understand it roughly, but because the content of the book itself was relatively profound, he couldn't understand it at all.
I know all the words, and when combined they form a heavenly book.
"Huh?" Yin Mu originally turned a page at random, but when she closed it and opened it to the first page, she suddenly noticed a column of words:
——Giving Hua Shi
"Why does it look like something that would be written at a book signing... but it actually has a seal?"
Yin Mu put the book in his arms aside and looked through the old book in his hand. The words on the book looked like handwriting, and the cover and binding of the book also looked like they were handmade, tied with thin ropes.
Yin Mu touched the outline of the seal with his fingertips and felt the subtle convex and concave feeling caused by pressing the seal body.
Yin Mu put the book back in its place, looked up and glanced around, and saw the difference between the bookshelf below and the other bookshelves - the classification labels of other bookshelves were of different types, but the bookshelf below had dynasties written on it.
The book Yin Mu just took was written "Eastern Zhou Dynasty, Spring and Autumn Period, and Lu" on the bookshelf.
Yin Mu took another book from the bookshelf marked with other times. After turning to the first page, he saw the word "gift" again.
Yin Mu looked through many books in succession, and there was always a gift written somewhere in the books on the bookshelf.
Many books don't even have an exact title, the title is just the author's name.
Yin Mu frowned. She always felt that these books were bound by manuscripts. Could it be said that they were passed down from Hua Ling's ancestors? If so, then they are all antiques, right?
"But how did the Hua family do it? After so many years, these books are still in such good condition, and they can put so many on the bookshelf. There are them in every dynasty, there should be nothing missing..."
After all, if there has been turmoil, there should be fewer books from dynasties going forward. After all, so many books are difficult to preserve and transport, but the bookshelf is surprisingly evenly placed.
"How powerful the Hua family is if they can preserve these..."
Moreover, there are very few large families that can last for thousands of years and are still recorded today. Basically, they will not last long due to a series of events such as war, turmoil, famine, and plague.
If you don't have a big family, it will be harder to survive.
But the earliest dynasty marked on the bookshelf is Shang.
This means that the bloodline of the Hua family has continued from the Shang Dynasty to the current Hua Ling, which is simply impossible.
"It's simply impossible, unless the Hua family is not inherited, but Hua Ling has lived since then until now."
Naturally, Yin Mu didn't believe in such supernatural things, but being able to preserve so many book manuscripts was quite supernatural in itself.
Yin Mu flipped through the books to study. The calligraphy in the books corresponded to the dynasties. The further he went, the more unclear he became. Yin Mu had a hard time reading.
"It can't be deciphered at all." Yin Mu put the book back on the bookshelf, "Forget it, I don't really want to know."
The light cast from the dome and windows gradually became dim. Yin Mu knew it was evening, so he turned on his phone and looked at the time, and was stunned: "Ah? It's half past six?"
His stomach suddenly growled appropriately. Yin Mu took the selected books and walked up the stairs. He said helplessly to himself: "I actually lost track of time while browsing the library. Is it because it's too big? I'm afraid these books are...
I’ll never finish watching it in my lifetime…”
When Yin Mu was about to reach the door on the third floor, the door suddenly opened. Lu Ya walked in and met Yin Mu's eyes. Both of them were stunned.
Yin Mu: "Dinner..."
Lu Ya: "I just came to call you to eat, let's go."
Yin Mu: "Okay."
When Yin Mu came to the restaurant, he saw Xie Feng holding dishes with bowls and chopsticks. When Xie Feng stuffed food into his mouth, he looked up and saw Yin Mu and waved happily: "Sister!"
The dining table is round, surrounded by four plush back chairs, and Hua Ling is sitting opposite Xie Feng.
On the way here, Yin Mu saw the housekeeper and servants dining in another room. He felt that they were eating well. After seeing the food on the table in front of Hua Ling, he suddenly realized:
Master and servant eat the same food.
Xie Feng happily told Yin Mu that he visited the manor on a motorcycle.
Xie Feng especially enjoyed the speedy feeling of driving a motorcycle. Yin Mu ate expressionlessly and asked casually: "Why don't you wear a helmet?"
This stopped Xie Feng from asking, and he scratched his head in embarrassment.
"You are underage, you are riding so fast without a helmet, why are you rushing to report to the King of Hell?"
"I see..." Of course Xie Feng knew his mistake. He had forgotten that his sister would become a police officer in the future. The whole family was a good law-abiding citizen, so he could not commit suicide.
After eating, Yin Mu came to the bedroom and saw the tidy room, clean desk and bed.
The luggage I brought back was neatly placed in the corner, with no signs of being disturbed.
Yin Mu put the books he brought from the library on the table, threw himself on the bed, grabbed the quilt and turned over.
The feeling of lying down was surprisingly comfortable. Yin Mu instantly fell asleep, but woke up again: "I haven't taken a shower yet, and it's not even eight o'clock now, so I can't sleep."
Yin Mu lifted the quilt covering himself, stood up and went to the wardrobe. When he opened the wardrobe, Yin Mu saw that all the clothes he had lived in the villa were put inside. The summer clothes had been packed out and hung on the poles.
Yin Mu took his pajamas and bath towel and closed the door. Yin Mu noticed that there was a full-length mirror next to it. Yin Mu's room did not have a mirror when he lived in the villa. It should have been newly added after moving here.