Zhang Li never cared about these things, she said lazily: "There are several pulls every day, who knows!"

"I know you don't care about these things, you definitely don't know," Zhang Zhiyuan said to her mysteriously, "I'll tell you now, these things are very mysterious, don't be scared when you hear them." ”

"Half a month after my great-grandfather's death, although there are many antique dealers here, there are only four that can satisfy our old men with the price, one this afternoon, and the other three ......" He said and glanced at Zhang Li.

"One of them rolled down the stairs after the conversation and was still lying in the hospital; one was hit by a shop sign blown down by the wind while walking, and is still lying unconscious in the hospital; the other was even more unlucky, and was caught as a hostage by a robber while shopping. How's it going, each one won't end well!" He looked at Zhang Li, wanting to hear her opinion.

“…… That's, it's too much of a coincidence......" Zhang Li was also startled after hearing this, and blurted out.

Zhang Zhiyuan looked at her who was pale with fright and asked, "Is it really just a coincidence?"

"The ancestors have worked hard to protect the precious collections for several generations with their lives, and now the descendants of the Zhang family not only want to sell them, but also quarrel there every day for who has more and who has less, if they know under the spring, they really can't close their eyes if they have a spirit in the sky!" Zhang Zhiyuan said angrily, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Why don't you go and talk to your father and uncle about this, they may be punished by their ancestors for going against their wishes, anyway, I think this building should be preserved!" Zhang Li clasped her hands on her knees, her chin on her knees, and looked up at Zhang Zhiyuan.

Zhang Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "But who will take care of it? Like my great-grandfather, who in our family can do it by spending his whole life and taking care of it regardless of life and death?"

Zhang Li looked at him meaningfully.

Zhang Zhiyuan hurriedly said that he knew what Zhang Li meant: "Don't look at me, I don't want to take care of the library, I still have to play ball......! Imagine yourself...... Reading a book...... Snore...... Purr ......"

"Hey, Zhiyuan, Zhiyuan, Wangwang?" Zhang Li said with a wry smile while stretching out her hand to push him, "Are you really asleep?"

Her eyes moved to the library outside the window, and her smile froze......

The quarrel downstairs became more and more intense, and it was difficult for Zhang Li to pretend to be asleep. Maybe her cousin, who slept in the same room as her, was also awakened by the sound of the quarrel like her, right? But she, like Zhang Li, also pretended to be asleep.

This cousin, who used to have a good relationship with her, this cousin who always took out her salary to buy books for Zhang Li, has never spoken to Zhang Li since her father and Zhang Li's father quarreled over the inheritance.

"When you sing about wine, what is life?, such as morning dew, go to the day and ...... hard" Zhang Li picked up a few of her favorite poems and recited them silently in her heart, trying not to let herself listen to the quarrel downstairs.

"Don't weigh your own virtue! With you like this, can you be superior to others if you have money! Save you!"

"Your virtue is really good! Do you think others don't know all the dirty things you do behind your back?"

"Bang!"

The sound of a cup falling to the ground and cracking.

“…… If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. ......" Zhang Li is carrying faster and faster.

"I'm better than someone who doesn't recognize his relatives for money, okay? Some people have money, and they don't know what shady things they will do!"

"What are you arguing about! Look what time it is! Let outsiders hear it and watch it as a joke!"

"Hypocrite, don't pretend here, don't think everyone doesn't know what you're thinking, it's not your turn to talk here!"

"Boiled beans for soup. Soy sauce for juice. It is under the kettle. Beans weep in the kettle. It comes from the same root. Why is he too anxious to fry each other. Zhang Li sighed and muttered her voice.

"I won't quarrel with you! Money is originally something outside the body, we are all descendants of the Zhang family, if you want to divide it fairly, otherwise it is better not to divide it!"

"You're talking very highly! You're not trying to get this money in your bones!"

“…… The snow turned over the incense pavilion, the breeze blew to the gall bottle plum, and the heart had turned to ashes...... Enough!" Zhang Li finally couldn't help but sit up from the bed and wipe away the tears from her eyes.

The ugliness of her father and relatives reminded her of the thieves who divided the spoils unevenly and infighting, and it was her father who made the loudest noise, which made her even more unbearable, she pushed away the pillow, got up and changed her clothes, opened the door, and walked out.

It was already more than two o'clock in the morning, and a few stars in the sky were sparsely accompanied by a waning moon, and the night wind blew, and the courtyard was quite cold.

She closed her eyes and imagined that her great-grandfather had read in such a bleak and cold moon, or under the lamp, or fell asleep with the smell of books. Perhaps the years he spent guarding the library would not be so boring and lonely, at least not to be disturbed and troubled by worldly desires.

"I remember there was a secret door here. I'm just going in to read books, not stealing them, so I think it's fine, right?"

Zhang Li circled around the study building, looked around, made sure that there was no one, and quickly slipped into the mezzanine, she groped upstairs with her hands while making excuses for her behavior.

"Meow meow. Suddenly, a hand was placed on her shoulder.

"Ah......h

In the dead of night, it's scary to suddenly encounter this kind of thing, okay?

Zhang Li exclaimed, turned around, and saw Ji Ao standing behind him, with a malicious smile on his face. Zhang Li glanced at him, lowered her face and said, "Are you laughing at me again?"

"No...... It's just that...... You don't sleep in the middle of the night...... Sure enough, it's like a night owl!" Ji Ao hugged his arm, meaningful, and replied in a long voice.

"Hmph...... You can't take care of it!"

"Don't you want to come in? Ji Ao gently pushed open the secret door, and he urged her to go in, "If you want to go in, hurry up, don't let people see it." ”

In the book building, as Zhang Li expected, the bookshelves were all turned over, the valuable books were all better, and the ordinary books that were not rare books were thrown everywhere, and some even fell to the ground.

She looked at Ji Ao apologetically, the library did belong to the Zhang family, but Ji Ao paid more for it than anyone in the Zhang family. It's more like his relatives have usurped Ji Ao's things. However, Ji Ao didn't seem surprised to see all this, and he immediately rolled up his sleeves and began to clean up.

Zhang Li watched him clean carefully, and couldn't help but ask, "Why do you still come at night? Have you helped my great-grandfather clean this place for many years?"

"I can't come tomorrow because I have other things to do, how many years have I been cleaning here?" many, many years......" Ji Ao pretended to think for a while before shaking his head and said exaggeratedly, "I calculate, well, sixty or seventy years!"

Zhang Li felt that Ji Ao looked horizontally and vertically, no matter how she looked at it, she looked like a new human being, not the kind of person who should clean the library here, and couldn't help asking: "Really? You must like to read books very much, right?"

"No, I don't read books," Ji Ao said seriously, "I like to look at people, people are better than books! Believe it or not, even if it is a person's thoughts, sometimes a book can't be finished!"

“…… Uh-huh, very philosophical......"

"Philosophical?...... "Ji Ao began his signature exaggerated and presumptuous laugh again.

"Can I read the book here?"

"Of course you can, this is your Zhang family's book, you can use it to ask me? But you can't take the book away, and no one can take the book out here. ”

"I understand this, this is the ancestral training of our Zhang family. Zhang Li said very gloomy.

Who cares about this ancestral precept among the descendants of the Zhang family now? On the contrary, it is Ji Ao, an outsider, who firmly remembers this ancestral precept.

Ji Ao said and turned on a light for her. Zhang Li found that the design of this lamp was very ingenious, although there was enough light, it was not visible from the outside.

Zhang Li quietly leaned on the cupboard to read a book, Ji Ao was tidying up next to her, time was fleeting in the small building, when Zhang Li, who was completely immersed in the book, came back to her senses, the sky was already slightly bright, she rubbed her eyes, put down the book, and looked up to see Ji Ao sitting on a cupboard looking at herself fixedly.

She asked him apologetically, "Are you done cleaning?" because I delayed your return?"

"You like to read so much?" Ji Ao shrugged his shoulders and diverted the subject.