Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　After arriving at the top floor, the security doors of the two families were opened.

　　Yang Mi was wearing a mask on the flat floor, which was still slightly empty, and was instructing the cleaning staff in the house to clean up.

　　The hard equipment of the large flat floor has been completed.

　　Wu Shaobai didn't want space on the second floor. After the second floor was demolished, the huge high walls were covered with huge bookshelves.

　　There are four rooms in total.

　　A master bedroom, a second bedroom, a study, and a cloakroom.

　　The rest of the place is designed to store books.

　　Absolutely more than enough.

　　"you're back."

　　Seeing Wu Shaobai, Yang Mi said.

　　Wu Shaobai gave a "um", and then said to Lao Qin and Xiaolong:

　　"Open the boxes, just leave them there. Then you two go to Dashilar, and the books in the study over there are also arranged for me. Pull them here."

　　Said and handed the key to Xiaolong.

　　"Okay, brother."

　　The two responded, unloaded the goods, and then took the scooter and left by themselves.

　　Yang Mi stood beside Wu Shaobai, looked at the empty bookshelves all around, and shook her head:

　　"It still looks a little spacey."

　　"It's okay, when there are more books, it will naturally be full."

　　"...Well, are you alright?"

　　"fine."

　　Smiling, he said:

　　"What about the children?"

　　"Have dinner and take a nap."

　　"Well, you've worked hard for the past two days."

　　"Hey, it's alright, I'm very happy to bring it... Just in time, I can also buy a lot of books and put them here."

　　If it were normal, Wu Shaobai would definitely say "You still read books" as a joke after hearing this.

　　But now he just nodded calmly, and his eyes fell on the cleaning staff, which was extremely empty.

　　Yang Mi knew that he was still very sad.

　　However, this time is not the time for comfort.

　　After thinking about it, she took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Tong Liya:

　　"Old Wu looks sad..."

　　"He's here?"

　　"Well... I joked with him just now that I could buy a lot of books and put them here, but he didn't respond."

　　"I see... I'll catch up with the progress in the past two days and go back as soon as possible."

　　"Ah."

　　……

　　In the afternoon, the cleaners cleaned the house inside and out and left.

　　And Xiaolong, Lao Qin, and the three guys from the Tongrentang also pulled back and forth twice, and pulled over the private medical books that he had placed in the Tongrentang.

　　The tall bookshelves that seemed a little empty were half full in an instant.

　　People who don't know may have a sense of...the sense of being in the library as soon as they enter the room.

　　And when everyone was done, Wu Shaobai nodded:

　　"Okay, Lao Qin... go and arrange for everyone to have a meal, take a bath, and relax. I'll transfer your money through WeChat."

　　"Master, are you with us?"

　　"...No, I'm not in the mood."

　　Wu Shaobai shook his head calmly:

　　"Everyone has worked hard, have a good meal in the evening, let's go."

　　Hearing this, Lao Qin wanted to say something, but Xiaolong pulled Lao Qin, and everyone, including a few guys in the Tongrentang, left silently.

　　……

　　The furniture in the house is made of mahogany.

　　There is no formaldehyde smell.

　　But some household appliances have not been bought yet.

　　Except for the fresh air system installed in the whole house, whether it is a gas stove or a TV refrigerator, it has not yet been installed.

　　These can only be done when Tong Liya comes back.

　　Therefore, after everyone left, the whole room seemed very empty.

　　Yang Mi noticed that Wu Shaobai was in a low mood, so it was strictly forbidden for the two children to disturb the father.

　　In this quiet atmosphere, Wu Shaobai's eyes fell on the biscuit box placed on the imitation Qing solid wood sofa.

　　In the past few days, he didn't take care of this box.

　　After this meeting was free, he saw the box, but the old man's last free and easy smile appeared again in front of him.

　　Calmly walked to the sofa and sat down, he opened the lid of the biscuit box.

　　Inside the lid of the biscuit box, several thick manuscript papers were rolled together.

　　As soon as he took out the manuscript paper, he saw four or five plastic leather diaries with a sense of age at the bottom.

　　After taking out everything, he looked at some scribbled, some rounded, and some crooked handwriting on the yellowed paper, and knew in his heart... This should be the drafts of those traditional comic dialogues that Mr. Jin collected during his lifetime.

　　I didn't read the content, but opened the diary.

　　It was only then that he discovered that the diary should be the work diary when he was planning the "Encyclopedia of Traditional Crosstalk".

　　From the idea of ​​the job, to the goal, to contacting who and who, to finding the direction of some traditional cross talk passages that are currently missing...

　　It's all recorded here.

　　It is equivalent to a compass, helping the latecomers... point out the direction.

　　With these work notes, Wu Shaobai won't be like a headless fly, looking for it randomly.

　　"call……"

　　He suddenly felt a little heavy in his heart.

　　A sense of responsibility and mission called linking the previous and the next...

　　completely surround him. .

Chapter 1760

　　dinner time.

　　Yang Mi waited and waited, but Wu Shaobai didn't come out... She had no choice but to come over and look for it.

　　She opened the fingerprint lock and walked in, and she saw the lights in the study.

　　Walking to the door, looking at the man who was reading a manuscript with a manuscript in his hand, she knocked on the door:

　　"It's been all afternoon, it's time to eat."

　　"..."

　　Wu Shaobai raised his head, glanced at Yang Mi, turned his head to the right and glanced at the darkened sky outside, and then nodded:

　　"it is good."

　　Putting down the manuscript, he said:

　　"Where to eat?"

　　"At home, I boil the ribs and rice."

　　"...you cook?"

　　"Yeah. I've been making up for it these days."

　　"Okay, let's try it."

　　Following her all the way to the next door, Wu Mingyue rushed over when she saw her father coming:

　　"Dad~~~"

　　"Ah."

　　Holding the two daughters one by one in one hand:

　　"It's time to eat~"

　　When she came to the dinner table, the royal sister, like a good wife and good mother, began to talk.

　　Soon, a large pot of pork ribs, and a cold cucumber, plus a fried bean sprouts were placed on the table.

　　Just like a very ordinary family of four, the two children began to eat.

　　Yang Mi then asked:

　　"What did you read just now? Mr. Jin's notes?"

　　"Yes. I have an agreement with Mr. Jin..."