The study is just as it was when she was there, neat and spotless.
However, the Bogu Shelf was quite empty, and Feng Danyuan noticed that the wooden kite was missing.
Aunt Chen slapped her forehead: "I feel dizzy. I seem to have put the wooden kite into Miss Yan's box. Please wait a moment and I will go find Miss Yan to get it back!"
"No need, just give it away." Feng Danyuan said softly.
Its owner is gone, and it doesn't matter where it goes.
Aunt Chen was a little embarrassed: "Then you choose the book."
Feng Danyuan was the only one left in the study.
He slowly walked around the study room, and finally stopped in front of the bookshelf with military books.
The book about Huo Qubing, the God of War, is not on it.
Feng Danyuan remembered that he had returned it a long time ago, but Wei Zi was rigorous in doing things and put the book where it should be.
He searched around and couldn't find this book on other bookshelves.
Feng Danyuan was a little strange.
He came to the only desk he had not looked for.
There is a cabinet on the right hand side of the desk, which is locked with a combination lock.
He thought for a while and then stretched out his hand.
I tried Wei Zi's birthday, but it showed an error.
I tried several more sets of numbers that were meaningful to Wei Zi, but the error still appeared.
Password lock reminder: You have one last chance. If you enter incorrectly, your password will be permanently locked.
A bold idea suddenly flashed into Feng Danyuan's mind.
He pressed the keys one by one.
What he lost was his birthday.
Lan Yingying's four words appeared on the password lock: The password is correct, welcome to use.
Feng Danyuan was stunned, as if several thunderbolts exploded above his head, and there was a rumbling sound in his mind.
He never told her his birthday.
With trembling hands, he opened the cabinet door.
There were two notebooks in the cabinet, as well as the biography of Huo Qubing that he had searched all over the study but could not find.
Feng Danyuan first took out the biography and flipped through it. It was still the same as he had read it before, and there was no difference.
He sat quietly for a while and then took out the two notebooks.
Then, he turned to the first page.
2028, April 1, overcast.
"I had that dream again last night.
I dreamed about the battlefield in the northwest frontier, and I dreamed about that man.
Wearing a black battle robe, holding a long sword, and riding a sweaty horse, he looked majestic and looked very much like the God of War Huo Qubing.
..."
Feng Danyuan's hands were shaking violently, and his breathing rhythm was messed up.
It turns out that he is not the only one with memories!
He took a few deep breaths before he could calm down a bit before he could continue to turn back.
"who is he?
He is so good-looking, I thought he was some kind of actor. But after paying attention to the entertainment industry for a while, there is no other man with his appearance, who is so dignified, proud and domineering.
I began to wonder, is he really an ancient general?
What I dreamed about happened a thousand years ago. Was he a person from a thousand years ago?
..."
"He should be a member of the royal family.
He seems to have a bad temper.
People are also picky and have their own preferences in terms of food and clothing.
The tea you drink must be top-quality Yunwu tea, otherwise you won’t drink it.
I really don’t know how he lived such a life of living in the open during the war.
..."
"I bought the cloud tea that he often drinks.
It tastes really good, but it's also really expensive.
Although I can afford to spend a fortune, when I take a sip of this tea, the words "arrogant, extravagant and lewd" come up involuntarily.
I guess that he who can drink this tea every day is not an ordinary royal family.
