Not to mention that she felt nauseous whenever she got close to Gao Han.
"I found these from my mother's belongings. These books... I don't think I've ever heard of them."
Song Qingdai couldn't understand anything like the stellar calendar, the distortion of time and space, and the four-dimensional three-body theory.
Gao Han was standing beside her, leaning over slightly to look at her, his brows furrowed.
"This is……"
"Qingdai, can you let me have a look at this book?"
Song Qingdai handed the book in her hand to him. Gao Han held the book and flipped through it back and forth. The more he read, the tighter his brows furrowed.
"What's wrong?"
“This book…”
This book has an indescribable feeling, as if it is not a book that could be written in their time.
Although there were many formulas in it that he couldn't understand, he could roughly tell from the structure of the pictures that the book should be about time and space.
Time and space...
Time and space are a part of them that they can never reach or transcend.
From the perspective of current human civilization, it is inaccessible, but why did Song Qingdai's mother have this book?
"Most of the things my mother left behind were books. They were not valuable, so they didn't want them."
They were all thrown out to Song Qingdai.
But to Song Qingdai, these are invaluable treasures.
Some books were densely covered with notes, but the handwriting became more and more sloppy and messy as the pages went on.
It's like the change in a person's development process from sanity to madness.
She didn't understand what had happened to her mother that made her subsequent notes more hasty and sloppy, as if she couldn't wait to record something, but really didn't have time to do it.
It can only be done in a hurry.
"Ah Han, can all of you researchers understand this book?"
"I don't know for now. After the holidays, I'll take it to the institute and let them study it. Maybe they can dig out something."
"What about these?"
Song Qingdai pointed to the rows of books on the bookshelf, all of which were sorted out from her mother's belongings.
"If you don't mind, I'll take them all. Maybe they'll be useful."
Books related to the development of science, technology and civilization are even more treasures for him as an avid enthusiast.
"It's okay, just take it."
"Then can you please stop reading tonight?"
Gao Han closed the book in his hand and put it aside, his tone somewhat resentful.
He felt that Song Qingdai had been a little cold towards him these days.
I don’t know if it’s because the baby in her belly is growing bigger or because Song Qingdai is addicted to reading.
When he occasionally found time to come back, all he saw was her reading, sometimes on the balcony, sometimes on the swing in the yard.
Gao Han had the swing built for him not long after they got married.
He was worried that Song Qingdai would be bored at home alone, but now it seems that she is not bored at all, and she doesn't even miss him. She is very comfortable being alone.
"But it's only half past nine. It's still early. I can't sleep."
"Do you have to read a book if you can't sleep? Qingdai, can you look at me? I'm much more interesting than the book."
“…”
Before they got married, no one told her that Gao Han had such a personality.
Melancholy and clingy, even clingier than a dog.
"Then why should I look at you? You can't eat or play. At least you can learn something from reading. Why should I look at you..."
It is beautiful, and quite appetizing.
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