However, Yang Jing did not dare to refute the old man. The old man was proud of this. If Yang Jing, a junior, dared to talk nonsense, the old man would definitely teach him a lesson.
My grandfather read very carefully and slowly, but even for an old man like him, when he saw page six, he only looked at it for a little longer and then turned the page naturally.
"Alas, it seems that even grandpa didn't notice the difference on that page." Yang Jing shook his head secretly.
But when the old man turned to the eleventh page, he suddenly uttered a light exclamation.
Then the old man stopped flipping the pages, lowered his head to think for a moment, and then carefully turned the pages back to page six.
"That's right! I was wondering why I felt something was different when I looked at this page just now!" The old man said to himself with a smile on his face.
Yang Jing immediately handed the prepared magnifying glass to my grandfather, and my grandfather showed a satisfied look as if he was a teachable child.
Grandpa took a magnifying glass and began to carefully observe the sixth page. After looking at several places in a row, he said to my uncle with a solemn expression: "Xiaolong, go to my bookshelf and get a book. It's on the second shelf from the top to the right. It's the third volume of the set of books I made. It's all covered with kraft paper. On the spine of the book, there are seven words written by me, 'Paper Annotations Volume 3'. Hurry up!"
Seeing that the old man looked unhappy, my uncle quickly walked to the bookshelf that grandpa mentioned and started looking for it...
PS: I would like to thank "Zi Yan Tian Jiao" for the reward of 100.
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