It was very late, and the light in only one room in the hut in the field was still on. In the room, the young man in white was sitting at the desk with a pen, drawing on a piece of silk. Vertex Novel Updates Fastest
It was time to finish the last stroke, so he put the pen in his hand aside.
His eyes fell on the canvas in front of him. The painting was already beautiful, and the woman in the snowy night looked beautiful.
But the young man still seemed dissatisfied looking at the painting, let out a sigh of relief, and slowly rolled up the canvas.
The artistic conception was still a bit off. The original painting of Shuofang girl he had seen back then was far from comparable to the one he painted.
At first he thought it was just the difference between the silk cloth and the drawing paper, but he had tried several times, even if he was painting on silk cloth, he still couldn't draw so realistically.
Shuofangnv's painter did not leave her name. I heard that this painting was his last. It is a pity that he did not paint anything else after that.
"Papa papa."
The raindrops slapped on the window, the air was cold, and the rain outside hadn't stopped.
The boy put the rolled canvas on the side of the table, sat by the table, turned his head and looked out the window.
The window was ajar, and the rain outside was pitch black, and nothing could be seen, only the shadows of a few distant mountains seemed to be visible in the distance.
There is a bit of coolness in the rainy night, which makes people's sleeves slightly cold.
The boy stood up and pushed the door open. The sound of the rain outside became more chaotic as the door was pushed open.
It was almost midnight, the boy turned his hands away and walked in the corridor beside the yard. He was going to visit the guest again, hoping that it was really harmless.
He didn't rest at this time because he was worried about something happening at night, and the cane in the guest's hand always gave him a bad feeling.
The sound of the boy's footsteps was not heavy at night, and was silenced by the sound of the rain. He walked to the guest room on the side of the courtyard.
The light in the guest room had already gone out, and the people inside must have rested, but the boy's slightly frowning brows relaxed a little, it seemed that he was really overwhelmed.
It is inevitable that he is so cautious. Now that there is no father or brother in the family, he is the elder brother. Everyone says that an elder brother is like a father, so naturally he wants to keep his family safe.
Not long after the Yellow Turban chaos, bandits are everywhere outside, and a person of unknown origin may be living in his home with a sharp weapon.
Ordinary people's homes probably wouldn't let such a person in, and he had already paid attention to letting people stay overnight.
The boy was about to leave, but suddenly found a bamboo box in front of the door of the guest room.
It was the box that the guest carried.
Why was the box placed outside? The young man showed a trace of doubt in his eyes and walked over.
The box is placed on the steps under the eaves, so that there is no rain, but even so, it should not be placed outside but in the house.
Standing in front of the box, the boy hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and opened the bamboo box.
Looking at the contents of the box, even this usually indifferent young man swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
There is a whole box of books, the books in it are even enough to fill several small bookshelves.
In these days, books were a rare thing, and there were only a few books in his home, most of which were left over from his father.
It can be said that he has never seen so many books put together several times in his life.
The boy's mouth moved, and the hands holding the box trembled.
He fixed his eyes on the book box, looking at the titles of the books on it, many of which he had never seen or even heard of.
This made this box of books even more attractive to this young man.
The body froze there for a moment, and looked in the guest room, there was no sound in the guest room.
His face flushed, his eyes were filled with shame, and he wanted to close the bookcase, but his hands stopped there again.
There is always an idea in my heart, just look at it, and put it back after reading it.
In the end, he couldn't hold back.
He took a book out of the book box, carefully lifted his clothes, sat on the edge of the book box, and read it.
Read it first, after reading it, I will apologize to the gentleman in the room tomorrow and let him punish me.
The light in the sky opened slightly, revealing some moonlight, which shone on the young man kneeling beside the book box, slightly illuminating the book in his hand, so that he could see the writing on it clearly.
The book he held in his hand was called A Brief Introduction to Mathematics.
When he first looked at it, his brows were slightly frowned. The arithmetic on it was in a form he had never seen before, and there were many symbols he didn't recognize at all.
But as he understood it, he was soon immersed in it, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he lowered his head and thought hard from time to time.
Although the calculation method in this book is special, it is extremely convenient and simple, and the calculation according to the method in the book is much faster than conventional calculation.
If the arithmetic on it is extended enough to change the ancient arithmetic system, just a thin book is enough to be called a work on arithmetic.
The simple theory of arithmetic is not very thick, and it was only two hours after the young man finished reading it, and the sky was still dark.
He closed the book, and looked into the bookcase again, with a puzzled look in his eyes.
Just one book is like this, if there are all such books in this box
In his eyes, this bookcase at this time is simply a treasure that cannot be exchanged for a thousand dollars.
But then there was a burst of regret in my heart.
The guests in the guest room might leave tomorrow, so I might not even read a few of the books in this box.
Looking up at the sky, it would probably be dawn in a few hours, and the young man put the arithmetic brief in his hand back into the bookcase.
He was about to pick up the following book Introduction to Mathematics, which in his opinion should be a further explanation of Mathematics.
But his hand stopped again, instead of picking up the Introduction to Mathematics, he picked up the General Theory of Armor.
One night is too short, he can only choose to read more, his arithmetic is not good, and this is another kind of content that he has never learned before, just like learning from scratch.
It took him two hours to read a brief book on mathematics, which contained only dozens of pages, let alone more in-depth content.
If you don't look at some easier to understand first.
General Theory of Bingjia, the title of the book should be a book on military affairs.
Holding the book in his hands, the young man opened a page.
It is indeed a military book, and it is not that he has never read military theory before, and even read the fragmented copy of Sun Tzu's military book.
But this general theory of the art of war still made him sigh. It recorded several strategies for using troops that were quite unique, but they all had their own practicability. The text is simple and not blind, and people can quickly understand its meaning.
For example, he was deeply impressed by a sentence in the book used to summarize guerrilla tactics.
It is sixteen characters, the enemy advances and we retreat, the enemy camps and we harass, the enemy is tired and we attack, the enemy retreats and we pursue.
Time passed quickly, the boy sat by the bookcase and read it all night, until the next day the sky brightened.