Guan Yunian stepped forward, took out a book from the shelf, turned two pages, and saw the note on it, his eyes stopped slightly.

Put the book in his hand back to its original position, took another one, and opened it.

Still the same notes, the same way of reading, every book has an insight after reading.

Guan Yunian seemed to be possessed by a demon. He pulled it out one by one, opened it, and put it back after reading the notes...

Until she turned over the entire row of books in front of her, she was already stunned in front of the bookshelf, unable to move.

Like an old monk entering concentration...

She didn't even notice that the door was pushed open.

"What's the matter?" Yang Shuchen saw her in a trance, took the book from her hand, glanced at the place she was looking at, and put the book on the table casually.

He grabbed her shoulders with both hands and straightened her body.

Staring down at her shocked eyes, her thin lips twitched, "Is there a ghost in my bookshelf? It scares you like this."

"..." Guan Yunian opened her mouth, and she had some questions in her eyes as she wanted to ask.

It's like discovering a secret, but not knowing whether to verify it or not.

"Just say what you want, in front of me, don't hold back." Yang Shuchen scraped her nose fondly, put his arms on the edge of the table, slightly hard, and sat on the table handsomely.

The evil eyes are filled with gloomy light.

"Have you read these books?" Guan Yunian hesitated for a few seconds before asking softly.

Looking at Yang Shuchen's eyes, he couldn't tell the complexity.

In front of her, he has not been serious, he is not doing his job properly, and he is a second generation ancestor.

But on his bookshelf, there are so many books, so many books that have been read...

In Guan Yunian's concept, a scholar who is truly self-reliant should not be a dude.

Especially the notes of those books, under the sharp point of view, seem to hide a pure heart, a transparent soul...

It was out of tune with Yang Shuchen in front of her.

"You are in a daze, because I have read these books?" Yang Shuchen's gaze fell on the table, and her eyes sank slightly at the page number she had turned over.

"It's not just because of books." Guan Yunian walked up to him and looked at him seriously.

"I also want to know, did you write the notes on those books?"

"No." Yang Shuchen opened his lips without even thinking about it.

"..."

"I said no, you are disappointed?" Yang Shuchen pointed his finger across his forehead, and as his fingertips fell, his handsome bangs covered his evil eyes and concealed the true emotions in his eyes.

"But the handwriting on it..." Guan Yunian was anxiously trying to say something, met his gaze, and choked.

Really isn't it?

"My grandpa and grandma both like to read, and since I was young they have also liked to force me to read. I didn’t want to read, so I paid someone to watch it for me, in order to make my grandma believe that I really watched it. Those notes are evidence. As for the handwriting you said, since it is imitating me, of course I miss it very much."

Yang Shuchen got down from the table, took Guan Yunian to the balcony, and pointed to the sunset that was about to fall to the horizon.

"What's the point of staring at those books? It's better to watch the sunset."

"..." Guan Yunian gave him a blank look.

She shouldn't have expectations of him, thinking that in his bones, he is not so wild, and now it seems that she still looks at him highly.

"Xiao Niannian, you look like you want to tell me that if I read those books, you would be my girlfriend?" Yang Shuchen squinted her evil eyes and raised her chin with long fingers.