Walk through the long corridor and end with a different view.

The sunlight penetrates the glass of the dome, refracting the colorful light, like a waterfall, flowing down from a high place. A single qiē in the room was shrouded in this layer of faint light curtain.

The spacious rotunda, surrounded by layers of wooden bookshelves, is as tall as a three-story building. From the lowest level of the ground, it extends below the dome. Circle after circle, connected to each other, full of tens of thousands of books, different heights, different colors, at first glance, will make people feel a sense of depression in their hearts, but if you taste quietly, there is a bit of awe-inspiring grandeur here.

On both sides of the shelves, there is a spiral staircase, and from the bottom to the top, there is a circular corridor around the bookshelves, so that people can come up and pick up the books.

The faint scent of books, mixed with the power of washing time, flows slowly in the sunlight that penetrates the colorful dome.

Compared to those old libraries with vintages, this is comparable to the study room of a private library, and it is not inferior at all!

This study was used by Bo Qingqing.

After Bo Jinghan returned to the Bo family, the old man Bo made people start anew and solemnly handed over the isolated study to her.

After being away for so long, she came back here, in the little rotunda that stood under the dome.

Bo Jinghan's heart is no longer the awe and full of piety at first sight.

Instead, it is filled with imaginary memories.

She surrounds the spotless study.

Look up at the glass dome overhead.

It dye the light of heaven with colorful charm, and also add a holiness to this temple of knowledge.

Bo Jinghan can imagine if her mother, when she was younger, used to stand here like her, looking up at the sky full of unknowns. Or did she quietly climb a corridor on a certain floor, wandering in front of the bookshelves, looking for the books she needed? Or, she reclined back against the beauty couch in the rotunda, quietly reading a book, or sat in front of the piano engraved with her name in the center, playing a gentle and lingering music......

"Hanhan, can you play a song for your grandfather?"

Bo Lao's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Subconsciously, her gaze slowly turned to the piano, her fingers moved slightly, but she subconsciously clenched into a fist.

It's not that she can't, but she always feels that there are too many things attached to this piano. So much so that the sound of this piano seems to have become a little weird, even in how to adjust it, it falls into her ears, it is heavy and sad.

"Grandpa, this piano belongs to my mother, I don't want to play it. Shall we play chess? ”

Approaching the beauty couch and sitting down, Bo Jinghan took out the chessboard from the small coffee table, and placed the two boxes of black and white chess pieces on the left and right.

Raising his hand slightly, he made a gesture to the old man Bo who was sitting on the sofa opposite her: "Grandpa, you hold the child first!" ”

"No need, it's still according to the old rules, you hold the sunspot."

In Go, the sunspot goes first.

Bo Lao also used this to educate her, and told her that she was the same in many things, and taking the first step is equivalent to taking the lead!

Now, Old Man Bo is doing this, not to educate her, but because of his age, let Bo Jinghan, a young man, make a move.

Bo Jinghan was not polite, nodded, and took the chess box containing the sunspot to the most convenient position at hand, picked up a piece, and fell into the star position.

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