The sound of heavy rain outside the study window was becoming more and more real, but Lu Se's pronunciation was very clear, so that An Shurong could not hear his questions clearly.

“What…what?”

In the family tradition, An Shurong's study has a larger double-door bookcase. The back of the cabinet door glass is filled with professional archaeological books, and the thickness of each book can be used as a weapon.

Diagonally opposite the bookcase is a long wooden table, with four corners securely placed, and decorative objects such as imitation blue and white porcelain teapots, magnifying glasses, dust brushes and other tools are well stored in the box.

Compared to An Shurong's somewhat rustic appearance, the study room can be said to be extremely quiet and elegant.

However, the vulgar words "Uncle, are you a stingy?" break the tranquility of the study.

An Shurong felt that he had heard it wrong, otherwise, was Lu Se sending him a base invitation?

If his wife is present, he will definitely get angry immediately: "You pervert not only want to mess with my daughter, but also my husband!"

Facing An Shurong's panic, Lu Se sat quietly on the side of the long wooden table and asked again: "I accidentally discovered evidence of you "Brokeback Mountain" Uncle. Although other people's sexual orientation has nothing to do with me, this involves An Zhi's psychological growth, and I must ask about it."

If An Shurong was Lu Se’s illegitimate son, even if An Shurong was Lu Se’s real uncle, he would not be an outsider.

When An Shurong heard this, he put down his snacks a little and felt that his chrysanthemum with hemorrhoids was safer.

"Lu, Lu Se, you're wrong, how could I make a big deal..."

He awkwardly poured Lu Se a cup of tea with an imitation of Qing Dynasty tea set, but Lu Se took it but did not drink it.

Knowing people and not your heart. Although An Shurong looks kind-hearted, who knows whether he is a "wild beast ancestor" in secret? If there is medicine in the tea, will Lu Se not let the chrysanthemum hurt after waking up?

People don’t cry until they see the coffin, and don’t give up until the Yellow River.

Lu Se took out the secret photo from his pocket and placed it flat on a long wooden table for him to show it to the other party.

"This is something I found by chance in an Anzhi bookshelves."

"You are not wrong with this person who takes photos with his colleagues, who is young?"

An Shurong nodded confusedly: "I am right, how can this prove it..."

Lu Se flipped the photo and left a message on the back "Always keep those secrets that only we know" revealed.

After An Shurong was silent for a moment, she sighed with a smile.

"After so many years, I almost forgot this photo."

Lu Se thought An Shurong was going to start drinking tea while telling his homosexual love history, but—

"Did An Zhi tell you that the reason why I embarked on the path of archaeology is because I dug out ancient books in the cellar when I was a child?"

Lu Se nodded and admitted.

"Actually, I'm lying... The ancient book was given to me by an old monk passing by."

Lu Se's heart skipped a beat. The old monk or something is most likely the grandfather who is the one with his magic name "Seeing the Sky"!

Because my grandmother passed away early and my grandfather became bald again, he became a monk Yunyou in vain.

However, he was not honest when he became a monk. When he was rescuing the dead souls of a widow in another village, he comforted him and crossed the boundary, which led to the widow giving birth to a son nine months later.

This son should be An Shurong, but it is not yet confirmed whether An Shurong is the posthumous son of a widow's husband or the seed of a lewd monk.

Monk Jiankong is quite profitable to recite scriptures to others, so he often sends money to his home and also sends money to An Shurong's house, who is suspected of being an illegitimate child. He never signs his real name or real address. Even An Zhi has received anonymous red envelopes.

An Shurong said that the ancient books that he had opened his interest in archaeology were sent by the old monk, and this information should not be considered as if he had not heard of it.

"What does that old monk look like? Do you have any characteristics?"

An Shurong didn't know why Lu Se cared about the old monk so much.

"I was young at that time and couldn't remember it clearly. I only remember that this old monk had no hair."

Nonsense! Can monks have hair? Fortunately, you work in the archaeological department. If you work in the intelligence department, your superiors can send you to Huangyan Island to catch hairtails!

"Uncle, where is that ancient book now? Can you show it to me?"

An Shurong showed a embarrassed expression: "I have made a poisonous oath, and I can't show people the contents in ancient books casually, unless Lu Se, you are also ours..."

Lu Se frowned: Could it be that "always keep secrets that only we know" does not mean Brokeback Mountain, but that you have established a secret organization?"

It is a bit unexpected that "honest people" like An Shurong who have received higher education will also participate in secret organizations.

An Shurong stared at Lu Se's head carefully. After about 10 seconds, Lu Se's heart was so thrilled.

"Maybe, Lu Se, you are not completely unrelated to us. I will just reveal some of the contents of ancient books."

"This ancient book is the only cultural relic I have not submitted. After my careful study later, it is likely to be a copy of "Qingnang Shu" lost in history..."

"Qingnang Shu"? Isn't it the medical book that allegedly recorded the lifelong efforts of the genius doctor Hua Tuo, who was finally imprisoned by Cao Cao and passed it to Wu Guanzhu, who was very nice to him, but was deliberately burned by Wu Guanzhu's wife?"

Wu Ai Zhuo’s wife not only burned books, but also left a famous saying that has been recorded in history: “Even if she learns as magical as Hua Tuo, wouldn’t she die in the prison the same way?”

Although Wu Aizhu desperately rescued the fire, he still only snatched one or two broken pages, leaving only some castrated chickens and pigs' little medical skills.

An Shurong took a sip of tea: "The copy of "Qingnang Shu" I found is of course not complete, only ten pages. Although I am not sure if it was made by later generations by Hua Tuo's medical books, the chronological measurement belongs to the Song Dynasty, at least not imitation by modern people."

Lu Se was very interested: "What did those ten pages write? It actually allows you to devote yourself to the archaeology industry?"

An Shurong pondered for a while, his eyes wandered to the ceiling with good hygiene.

"I'm a posthumous boy. My mom told me that my dad was bald at such a young age."

“Eh?”

"Later, I met the monk who gave me "Qingnang Shu". He also seemed to be hereditary bald. Seeing that I was pitiful, I gave this book to me and let me study self-rescue when I grew up."

"Ha? Is it true that these ten pages of "Qingnang Shu" record the secret recipe for the ancients to treat baldness? But, although your hairline is a little backward, you are not bald?"

An Shurong was silent, then went to the entrance of the study and locked the door.

Lu Se touched the pop-sound watch in case the other party suddenly "basic and generous" pounced on him and defiled the chrysanthemum of the level 12 intelligent creature.

"Actually, I'm going to tell you that my hair is a wig..."

An Shurong slightly opened the edge of his hairline, and his voice was lower than his daughter.

"I'm bald before I got married. I've been wearing wigs with strong glue for so many years. Even my wife and daughter don't know that I'm bald..."

“…”

"I'm worried that the wig will be too thick and unreal, so it will make my hairline look very high and bald. In fact, I've been so bald that I've lost a single hair!"

When Lu Se heard this, his head chilled and he was worried about his future destiny.

"Wait, Uncle An, what you mean is... These ten pages of "Qingnang Shu" do contain secret recipes for hair growth, but they are not complete, so you should work with your colleagues to find other broken pages?"

"Um."

Nodded heavily and tragically.

"My colleague is also a wig and hides it from his wife. We agreed to keep this secret forever until one day we can find the entire secret recipe for hair growth in Qingnangshu to see if we can survive."

"So that's the case! This is too...oh? Uncle An, you just said, "Lu Se, you don't have anything to do with us." Do you think I will be bald in the future!?"

Silence here is better than sound. Only then did Lu Se realize that An Shurong had stared at him for a long time before, looking at the alopecia areata behind his left ear!
Chapter completed!