After passing through the long corridor, there is another scenery at the end.
Sunlight penetrates the glass of the dome, refracting colorful rays of light, like a waterfall flowing down from a high place. Everything in the house is enveloped in this faint light curtain.
The spacious round hall is surrounded by layers of wooden bookshelves and is as high as three floors. It extends from the lowest level of the ground to the bottom of the dome. Circles and circles, connected to each other, are full of displays.
There are tens of thousands of books in different heights and colors. At first glance, people will suddenly feel a sense of depression. But if you taste it quietly, it is a bit awe-inspiring.
Magnificent.
On both sides of the bookshelf, there are spiral staircases, and from bottom to top, there is a circular corridor surrounding the bookshelf, making it convenient for people to come up and read books.
The faint scent of books, mixed with the power of washing time, flows slowly under the sunlight penetrating the colorful dome.
Compared with those ancient libraries, this study room is comparable to a private library, and it is not inferior at all!
This study was once used by Bo Qingqing.
After Bo Jinghan returned to the Bo family, Mr. Bo had people reopen the seal and solemnly handed over this isolated study to her.
After such a long absence, she returned here again, standing in the small rotunda under the dome.
In Bo Jinghan's heart, there was no longer the awe and full piety that he had when he first met him.
Instead, it is filled with imaginary memories.
She surrounds the spotless study.
He looked up at the glass dome above his head.
It dyes the skylight away from its colorful charm, and also adds a touch of holiness to this palace of knowledge.
Bo Jinghan could imagine whether her mother had stood here like her when she was young, looking up at the sky full of unknowns. Or whether she had quietly climbed up the corridor on a certain floor, wandering in front of the bookshelf, looking for
Reading the books she needs. Or she leans back on the beauty couch in the round hall and reads a certain book quietly, or she sits in the middle in front of the piano with her name engraved on it and plays
Playing gentle and lingering music...
"Hanhan, can you play a song for grandpa?"
Old Bo's voice interrupted her thoughts.
Subconsciously, her eyes slowly turned to the piano, her fingers moved slightly, but she subconsciously clenched them into fists.
It's not that she doesn't know how to do it, 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 be a little weird, even after adjusting it, it falls into her ears.
It's all heavy and sad.
"Grandpa, this piano belongs to my mother. I don't want to play it. How about we play chess?"
Approaching the beauty's couch and sitting down, Bo Jinghan took out the chessboard from under the coffee table and placed two boxes of black and white chess pieces on the left and right.
She raised her hand slightly and made a gesture of invitation to Mr. Bo, who was sitting on the sofa opposite her: "Grandpa, please hold your hand first!"
"No need, just follow the old rules, you hold the black one."
In Go, the black stone goes first.
Mr. Bo also used this to educate her, telling her that the same is true in many things. Taking the first step is equivalent to taking advantage of the opportunity!
Now, Mr. Bo did this not to educate her, but because he was older and wanted to let the young man, Bo Jinghan, take advantage of her.
Bo Jinghan was not polite, nodded, took the chess box containing the black stones to the most convenient position at hand, picked up one of the stones, and dropped it into the star position.
