life is sweet

Chapter 256 [256] A book of unknown origin

This book might belong to her mother-in-law. This was just an idea that flashed in Huang Xiaopei's mind, and she immediately denied herself afterwards.

Even if her mother-in-law's name is really Meizhen and it was written like that, Huang Xiaopei thinks it should be just a coincidence, and it is basically impossible for Huang Xiaopei to believe that this book is her mother-in-law.

Because Huang Xiaopei had the impression that the father-in-law didn't even know many regular characters. He heard from her husband Su Qingchun that the father-in-law hadn't read any books, and the characters he could recognize now were probably limited to his own name.

Since this book was gifted by someone else, the gift from the father-in-law can be completely ruled out. Let alone the strong and powerful calligraphy, let alone the father-in-law who doesn’t know many big characters. Huang Xiaopei, who is not bad, also thinks that his handwriting is not as good as that person's.

As for the mother-in-law, I heard from Su Qingchun that she has some knowledge after a few years of elementary school, but she only knows a few more words than her father-in-law, and she knows a little bit of knowledge, even though the words written in this book are not the owner of the real book. Written, even if it was given by someone else, the person who gave it must have a high level of education. In her mother-in-law's time, how could she have the opportunity to meet such a highly educated person.

Even if they know each other, at least they will give the book to someone who understands the book, right?Huang Xiaopei looked at the book in front of him again. Not to mention her mother-in-law, even as a teacher who has been studying for so many years, there are many things she doesn't understand.

How could this book be given to her mother-in-law who in Huang Xiaopei's eyes only cares about firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea?

Later, she didn't think about it anymore, and she couldn't figure out why. Anyway, there was nothing wrong, so she slowly opened the book and wandered in the ocean of words.

I don't know how long it took for Huang Xiaopei's room door to open.

She looked up and saw that it was Su Qingchun.

"Hey, why are you back?" Huang Xiaopei asked while flipping through the book.

"Today is the weekend. I came back after the house inspection and it's getting late. I think mom's dinner is almost ready."

"Ah, the meal is ready so quickly."

"It's early, it's time for dinner."

"No way, what time is it?"

"It's almost twelve o'clock."

Huang Xiaopei opened the phone next to him in disbelief, and it was sure enough.

"My God, why is it so late."

"I feel like I've just swiped through this morning."

Speaking of which, Huang Xiaopei stood up from the small chair next to the balcony and stretched himself.

"What have you been doing all morning, so busy?"

Su Qingchun looked at Huang Xiaopei's tired look.

"What else can I do? I've been packing all morning."

"Didn't you take Saturday morning off once a month? I thought you'd get a good night's sleep when it finally came to the weekend."

"I also want to sleep for a while, but I will wake up when I get used to my work and rest. I really don't want to sleep late," Huang Xiaopei said. The sky will change again in two days."

"Oh."

Su Qingchun was on duty all night last night, encountered two emergency operations, and was busy until 2 o'clock in the morning, and was woken up several times by the nurse after that. He didn't sleep at all all night. Take this opportunity to take a nap.

Seeing Su Qingchun lying on the bed, Huang Xiaopei picked up the book he found today and went to the bed and said, "Let me tell you that a strange thing happened to me today."

"What is it?"

Su Qingchun asked weakly.

"Look, what is this?"

As Huang Xiaopei spoke, he deliberately brought this book to Su Qingchun's eyes.

When Su Qingchun saw something in front of his squinted eyes, he opened them vigorously, took a look, and then closed them again.

Huang Xiaopei originally thought that Su Qingchun would be as curious as himself when he read such an old book, but he didn't expect him to take a look at the book, close his eyes without any disturbance, and asked, "Where did you find this book?" ah?"

"Behind the bookshelf, don't you think it's strange? We obviously cleaned up everywhere when we moved in, but we didn't find this book. Do you think it's a ghost?"

"What the hell, I put that book on the shelf."

After Su Qingchun finished speaking, he muttered,
"I said why I haven't seen it all the time, it turned out to be behind the bookshelf."

"No way? You put it?" Huang Xiaopei said incredulously, "Do you know what kind of book this is? Look carefully."

Huang Xiaopei guessed that Su Qingchun had read it wrong, and deliberately put the cover of the book in front of Su Qingchun's eyes again.

Su Qingchun looked at Huang Xiaopei's startled look, and replied: "I know, this is a "Dream of Red Mansions""

"This is no ordinary "Dream of Red Mansions."

"I know, this is a script of a tin drama, and there are words mentioned on the title page." Su Qingchun said calmly with his eyes closed.

"You really know." Huang Xiaopei began to lose his composure at this moment, "How did you know?"

"I've said it all, I put it on the bookshelf, of course I know."

"Is this really your book?"

Huang Xiaopei confirmed it again.

Su Qingchun was obviously unwilling to answer, so he just nodded.

"Why haven't I heard you say that you have studied tin dramas before?"

"Study what tin drama, I don't even have that much time to study for my major, and I don't know which tin drama."

"You don't study it, and you don't like it, so why did you buy it?"

"I didn't buy it."

"Didn't you buy this at the flea market?"

Huang Xiaopei thought that the book was so old, so he guessed that Su Qingchun must have found it at a second-hand book stall.

"no."

"Then where did your book come from?"

"My mother gave it to me."

"Your mother gave it?" Huang Xiaopei was stunned again, "No way?"

"Is this your mother's book?"

"Your mother's name is really Meizhen?"

After sighing, she asked several questions.

"Yes! My mother's name is He Meizhen, don't you know?"

"How did I know, and I haven't heard you mention it. How could your mother have such a book?"

Su Qingchun explained: "Hey, the original owner of this book is not my mother."

"I know, someone gave this book to your mother, but didn't you say that your father can't write and never went to school, how could he write such words?" Huang Xiaopei questioned.

She took it for granted that those who gave things back in those days were her lovers.

"I didn't say I was given by my dad. How could my dad be the owner of this book? I guess he doesn't even know the scarlet letter."

"That's right, then who will give this book?"

"I don't know, I just heard from my mother that it was given by a friend."

"A friend? What friend?"

"I don't know that."

"Hey, let me tell you, the writing in this book is very good. At first glance, it looks like Lian Jiazi. Where did your mother meet such a knowledgeable friend? Besides, your mother's age, it should be related to sending the book. Isn't it normal?"

"I don't know." Su Qingchun was obviously unwilling to pay attention to Huang Xiaopei's idle speculation.

(End of this chapter)