I stopped at the door of my grandfather's study, actually feeling a little scared in my heart.
It's not because of anything else, it's because I'm afraid that seeing things will make me miss people, and I won't be able to control my emotions later.
After standing for a while, I raised my hand and opened the door gently.
As soon as I opened the door to the study room, the smell of dust hit my nostrils, mixed with the musty and sour smell of the ancient book paper itself, which made me sneeze uncontrollably.
I raised my hand and pressed the switch of the tungsten light bulb next to the door. In an instant, the main study room was filled with orange light.
The decorations on Grandpa's desk are still the same, with no changes at all. The plate of withered jasmine flowers on the right corner of the desk looks very dazzling.
Grandma also withered like this jasmine flower.
There were waves of pain in my heart again.
Grandma, if you have a spirit in heaven, please guide me to find the pictures you drew earlier and give me a clear way to find the astrolabe.
I prayed silently in my heart.
There are seven large bookshelves in my grandfather's study, and each bookshelf is densely packed with books. Looking for a few pictures in these books is like finding a needle in a haystack.
I immediately rushed to the bookshelf with a hidden compartment. I was thinking that since my grandma’s dowry was related to the location where the astrolabe was hidden, these pictures depict the batch of cultural relics donated at that time.
The pictures seem to be very important. For such an important thing, my grandparents would not leave it randomly, but would collect it carefully.
Moreover, the hidden compartment originally contained ancient books related to astrolabes, so it would be a good idea to search there first.
However, what surprised me was that the hidden compartment I found on the bookshelf in my grandfather's study that night was missing.
How is this possible.
I groped for a long time and couldn't find the hidden compartment, so I couldn't help but stand up from the ground.
If grandpa knew that I found the hidden compartment on the bookshelf, he could just take away the contents of the hidden compartment. There is no need to change the bookshelf.
However, the current situation is that the entire bookshelf has been replaced by grandpa.
In this case, there is only one situation, that is, there are other more important things on the bookshelf, but I did not discover it at the time, so grandpa had to replace all the bookshelf.
What else was on the bookshelves at that time?
Could it be the pictures of the cultural relics that grandma painted?
I carefully recalled the situation in my grandfather's study. After entering the study, I heard a noise, and then I found someone in the attic of the study. However, when I chased up to the attic, I found that there was nothing up there.
After that, I stood at the stairwell of the attic and discovered that the arrangement of the bookshelves was the same as Tian Fengjiao's hexagram paintings. Then I found the hidden grid.
Under the circumstances at that time, I focused all my attention on the layout of the entire study room and the arrangement of the bookshelves, without paying any attention to the books placed on the bookshelves.
Now that I think about it, this might be something I overlooked.
I searched through my memory, trying to recall more details about that bookshelf.
By the way, the words "Zhaoyang Dahuangluo, Shangzhang Yudun" are written on the bookshelf.
This line of characters indicates that the bookshelves store ancient books from the Western Han Dynasty to the Eastern Han Dynasty.
So, can I start from this aspect?
It was decided that we would find all the ancient books from the Western Han Dynasty to the Eastern Han Dynasty in the study.
After making up my mind, I rolled up my sleeves and got to work. Xiangyu had probably already cooked and walked into the study.
"Zhou Cang, I can't find you anywhere. It turns out you are here. I simply cooked some porridge. It's almost ready. I washed my hands and got ready to drink porridge." Xiang Yu stood at the door of the study and said with a smile.
"Xiangyu, let's put the meal on hold for now. There is something more important that I need your help with right now." I said, having already walked to the bookshelf at the entrance of the study.
"Ah, why are you so anxious all of a sudden? Tell me." When Xiangyu heard what I said, he originally only half-hidden his body into the study, but now he also walked to my side.
"Xiangyu, I can't tell you much now. I'll explain it to you when I'm done here. Now, I need to find all the ancient books from the Western Han Dynasty to the Eastern Han Dynasty in the study. I'll start from here, and you will start from here.
The last one is looking for it, and then we can look for something in the book." I said, my eyes were already searching on the bookshelf.
"Okay, let's get started." Xiangyu heard what I said and didn't ask any more questions.
I saw her walking quickly to the bookshelf at the back, and then started to work.
Every autumn, grandma would move grandpa's collection of books into the yard to bask in the sun and blow the autumn breeze. Therefore, even though the books in grandpa's study are very old, they are well preserved. In addition, grandpa's own preference for ancient books
, so basically every book is a complete product, and some books have also been repaired.
"Xiang Yu, grandpa has a persistent preference for the ancient books in his house. Be careful when looking for books so as not to damage them." I told Xiang Yu while I was searching.
After all, the things in this house, aside from the value of cultural relics, may be the only things I can miss about my grandparents in the future.
"I know. I have always been careful and didn't break anything. Zhou Cang, don't worry." Xiang Yu said briskly.
After a while, we found several volumes of bamboo slips from the bookshelf in the study room, as well as a large number of documents related to the Han Dynasty rewritten by later generations.
"Zhou Cang, you actually have such precious cultural relics in your home. Some of these bamboo slips are probably not even in the collection of the National Museum." Xiangyu looked at the bamboo slips listed on his grandfather's desk and said a little dumbfounded.
I raised my head and glanced at Xiangyu, smiled, but did not speak, but silently opened the precious bamboo slips one by one.
I'm not interested in the content inside, I'm just looking at the pictures.
More than half an hour passed, and to my disappointment, among all the books, I could not find the paintings that my grandma had drawn back then.
There should be an obvious look of disappointment on my face.
"Zhou Cang, what are you looking for? Can you tell me?" Xiangyu took out the scroll of bamboo slips that I had held in my hand for a long time, then rerolled it and placed it on the table.
"I was looking for some pictures, and Uncle Wang just sent me information, saying that my grandma personally described the appearance of the cultural relics that were donated back then." I said.
"So that's it," Xiangyu said, looking at the books on the table that we had messed up, and then asked: "Did Uncle Wang tell you that those pictures are hidden in books from the Han Dynasty?"
"No, I inferred this based on the information I usually come across in my grandfather's study." I said, my eyes still focused on those books.
"Since Uncle Wang didn't tell you that those pictures were hidden in the ancient books of the Han Dynasty, isn't it normal that we couldn't find them? Why are you so lost? If you look for them again, maybe they will come out." Xiangyu looked at me and said
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"I'm sorry, I've been in a really bad mood these past two days." I finally looked away from the ancient books, then looked at Xiang Yu, and said a little embarrassed.
"Zhou Cang, your reaction is actually quite normal. Anyone would feel uncomfortable if they suddenly lost a close relative. It's okay. I'm still with you, right? Let's go eat first, and then we'll split up.
Search carefully at home, I believe grandma will hide such an important thing in Zhou's house."
As Xiangyu said that, he had already started to pack away the ancient books on the desk.
"Let's put these ancient books back to their original places first." She looked at me, holding a lot of bamboo slips, and walked towards the bookshelf. Maybe she saw that I hadn't moved yet, so when she walked to the edge of the bookshelf, Xiangyu
He turned around and shouted loudly: "Come here to help, why are you still standing there?"