Chapter 267
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"I don't know what this is either."
Chen Songyuan glanced at the thin bamboo stick in Jon's hand. It seemed to be something he got from his father's study when he was forced to clean the house.
He said he was going to throw it away, but after putting it in his pocket, he forgot about it. He probably accidentally dropped it in the car.
"If you think it's interesting, I'll give it to you. I don't know what it is anyway."
"That's fine. Let's take it back and see what it is. I think the words on it look like an antique."
"Come on."
Chen Songyuan turned the steering wheel to the left and made a turn. "If this thing is an antique, then my house is full of antiques. My dad probably got it from somewhere. Later, he found it to be worthless, so he used it as a bookmark.
If it's really something good, do you think the old man would tell me to throw it away? The handwriting on it looks like an antique. I guess it's just some artistic handwriting. "
"You're right, but there's no problem taking it back."
Jon put the small bamboo stick in his pocket and then took out his phone to play.
After lunch, the two went back to the lab to organize the results. After sending them to the teacher's email, Jon went to the library.
"Why are you going to the library? Don't tell me you're going to write your novel again? "
Chen Songyuan patted Jon's arm.
"Listen to my advice. There's no way to write a novel. Don't be stubborn on this path."
"Go away. I don't write novels to make money."
Of course, Jon knew that Chen Songyuan wasn't being sincere. The first reader and supporter of his novel was Chen Songyuan. If it wasn't for this tycoon, his novel would have long been a flop.
"I'm going to the library to look this up."
He waved the bamboo slips in his hand. "I heard that the teachers from the History Department took advantage of the library next door to clear out a large number of old books. I'll go look through them and see if I can find any clues."
"Good brother, can't you play a game with your brother? Why do you have to be so hard on yourself? This thing has no research value. "
"You're bored anyway. Playing games won't solve your boredom. Why don't you do something meaningful with me?"
Jon grabbed Chen Songyuan and dragged him out of the dormitory. "Let's go to the library together."
A moment later, Chen Songyuan buried his head in the pile of books with a bitter face.
"Big Brother, look at the history students around us. Don't they look at us like we're two perverts?"
Jon lowered his head and carefully flipped through an old book. He raised his head and glanced at Chen Songyuan. "Cut the crap. Even if you're looking at a pervert, you're not looking at me. Besides, with your infamous history image among the girls in the History and Literature Department, it's good enough that those girls didn't come up to scratch you. Don't ask for too much. Why don't I see you being so pretentious when you're studying with the girls?"
"Big Brother, times have changed, okay?" Chen Songyuan lowered his voice and complained. "The current me has already turned over a new leaf. My past behavior shouldn't affect the present, right?"
"Your past has determined your present life. These looks are retribution for messing around with men and women in the past. If you have the time to care about how others look at you, why don't you do something more serious? Help me find similar words. I remember seeing them here before."
"You saw them before?"
Chen Songyuan immediately regained his strength. He stood up from his seat and went straight to the old books in the history section.
After a while, he returned with a pile of books. Then, he returned the books in front of Jon and the books that Jon was reading.
"Is it convenient for you to tell me what you're doing?"
Chown looked at Tycoon Chen's actions blankly. He had no idea what he was doing.
"I haven't finished reading them yet."
The library's rule of not being able to speak loudly saved Chen Songyuan. Otherwise, Jon would definitely let Chen Songyuan know what the angry version of him was.
"You want to find the books that you've read before? How can those books be useful? You usually read books related to your novels in the library, but you write novels from ancient times. It's either the Shang Dynasty or the Zhou Dynasty. The recent ones are all from the Spring and Autumn Period. What's the use of reading books from the Tang and Song Dynasties? "
"… You're right. Aiya, I'm not feeling well recently."
Jon took a book and flipped through it. Fortunately, there weren't many books in this section. Otherwise, he didn't know how long it would take him to read them.
Chen Songyuan's behavior of risking his life to accompany a gentleman was mostly because he was bored. In fact, because he had many girlfriends, he had more or less read the books in this section. Therefore, he didn't think that Jon could find the book he wanted.
"I found it."
Jon flipped through the book in his hand. This should be an ancient book, but it should also be a copy of the Republic of China period. The traces on the book were very clear.
He picked up the bamboo scroll on the side and began to compare it. Finally, he confirmed that the two were similar, so he looked up excitedly, wanting to share this news.
However, when he looked up at Chen Songyuan, he found that Chen Songyuan's face became blurred. It was as if in an instant, everything began to quickly move away from him. Everything around him became blurred, and only the book and bamboo scroll in his hand were still clear.
But it was as if it was normal.
He didn't think that there was a problem with only the book and the bamboo scroll left in the world.
It was as if there was a voice constantly in his ear, telling him to take a good look at the bamboo scroll and the book. He couldn't help but lower his head. This feeling was very familiar to him.
It was like deja vu.
Who had told him such a thing?
He carefully checked the information in his hand and felt that the black bird in the book was very familiar.
But how could there be a bird in the world without feet?
Jon sneered.
This book said that the text engraved on the bamboo scroll in his hand was a kind of golden cauldron inscription used for sacrificial purposes. It was just praying to the heavens, and it didn't have any meaning.
He turned another page of the book and read the explanation at the back of the book.
But those explanations were full of a sense of seriousness, as false and boring as the official explanation. What interested Jon was that there was a scribble left by an unknown person in the book.
A scribbled explanation about fate.
Jon's mind suddenly remembered his situation, but at the same time, the whole world instantly darkened.
It fell into silence again.
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