At this time, the hall of the Qin Mansion was already full of guests, even if it was so low-key, that atmosphere could be felt from afar.

Su Nana looked at the Qin Mansion under the light, there is a dreamy sense of grandeur, hazy in her majesty, this is the characteristics of the ancient house is different from modern architecture, the more ancient the house is the more you can feel the calm and simple atmosphere.

And Su Nana even found that her grandfather was pulling her in the direction of walking, but she was walking in the opposite direction of the lively living room, it seems that the friendship between grandpa and Old Man Qin is really not ordinarily good, and even the house is so familiar.

Lin Shuyi took Su Nanai to a small two-story building that was not high, and there were also soldiers guarding outside the floor, and when he saw Lin Shuyi coming, he stood up and saluted him, and the feeling of being respected made Su Nanai worship the old man in front of him even more.

This is her grandfather, Lin Shuyi, the prime minister who serves the people and works for the people.

Passing through the somewhat old door, Suna-nai walked into a simple small building, without golden decorations, but with the elegance of ancient wood.

The light of the building is not too bright, and the dimness of the sunset makes the small building under the light have a sense of obsolescence, but Su Nanai really loves this feeling, in her feelings, elders like grandpa and Lao Qin should be this kind of artistic conception.

But I don't know why, as soon as Su Nanai entered this small building, she had a full sense of intimacy.

Su Nanai unconsciously let go of Lin Shuyi's hand after approaching this building, and looked at the small building in front of her with flashing eyes, this small building made her feel very close to the cordiality and familiarity that came from nowhere.

Lin Shuyi looked at the pair of small hands that fell off from his hands, looked at Su Nana's eyes full of emotion, and the smile in his eyes was a little infiltrated, it was really the child of the child that Du Xue gave birth to.

Suna herself didn't feel her abnormality, but touched the decoration of the room according to the familiarity in her heart.

On the wall, the hanging objects were very peculiar, small objects made of wooden materials, which seemed to be familiar to her, but they were indescribable.

Su Nana touched those small things, and she actually had a feeling of wanting to cry, these, as if she had seen them somewhere, always felt similar, but damn it, she just couldn't tell where she had seen them.

With the traction of her feelings, Su Nana slowly moved, and from bottom to top, she saw a piece of black dense handwriting, and some intermittent fragments seemed to appear in her mind:

"Why do I want to learn these strange words?"

"I don't want to write, my hands are tired."

"These words are ugly, hahaha."

The childish voice seemed to echo in her ears.

Suna Naina's heart was surging, and the excitement slowly rose, these familiar feelings, could it be that she had experienced? But if she has experienced it, why doesn't she have a little impression, it stands to reason that her memory has almost recovered, is there still some that has not been remembered?

Su Nana looked at the dense handwriting, and saw that the handwriting was crooked, not like Chinese characters, nor like oracle bone inscriptions, a strange combination of words and numbers.

Su Nana slowly touched the handwriting, the clear marks on it, one large and one small, the big one is neat and beautiful, but the small one is uneven, crooked, although it is not beautiful but it is also cute.