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Chapter 149: My ancestors really read online novels

[The one with the tattoo, can you give me an ID and send me the picture?]

[The trend of online novels has to change again. 】

[The above has changed a long time ago. The rankings on major websites are all novels about metaphysics and time travel, as well as infinite novels.]

[When I was bored, I found a novel of the same type to read. Emmm, how can I put it? The metaphysical content is all copied from Pai Gu Jing. Is this really not considered plagiarism? ]

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Mr. Duan received the physical book that his ancestor had been longing for.

He and Old Man Xia looked at the covers of literary classics and even textbooks on the physical books, which were cool but obviously did not match the imagination of the elderly.

More like an online novel.

It doesn't quite fit the aesthetic taste of older people like them; it's too exaggerated.

Mr. Duan, wearing reading glasses, looked him over from head to toe and then looked at the old butler next to him.

“Are you sure you didn’t buy the wrong one?”

Old Man Xia grabbed a few other books and read them carefully from top to bottom.

"This is totally different from what I thought. It looks like a novel that only my grandchildren would read. I must have bought the wrong book. What my ancestors wanted should be a literary classic, even if it's not an ancient book."

He patted the cover of the book in disdain, then opened it and took a look.

This introduction sounds like an online novel and has nothing to do with serious literature.

Old man Xia found a seat, crossed his legs, put himself in a comfortable position, leaned back in the chair and read a novel.

The old butler said, "This name is not very popular. The most famous one is this novel. The others seem to be even less suitable for what you said."

Old Man Duan still found it a little bit unbelievable. How could such a great ancestor read such meaningless novels like a little child?

"Junior brother, what do you think?"

"..."

Old Man Xia didn't reply.

When Mr. Duan looked back, he saw that his junior brother, who had been careless and not taking the book seriously just now, was now wearing reading glasses, stroking the pages of the book, and reading the contents of the book seriously.

And judging from the thickness of the pages he had turned, he had read a lot.

"...Old Xia, have you figured out something?"

"Shh, don't talk." Old Man Xia waved his hand impatiently, "I have my own rhythm. The ancestors may have left some messages in the book. Only by reading the novel can we deeply understand the hearts of the ancestors."

What is this talking about.

Mr. Duan didn't expect him to see anything. After all, they grew up together, and he knew best how unreliable this guy was.

But what Old Man Xia said was right in one thing. After reading it, maybe you can understand why our ancestors asked them to burn the books.

It’s possible that the outer shell of online literature is just its disguise.

When Mr. Duan opened the novel, he unexpectedly found that the introduction was very well written. Just a few short sentences aroused his curiosity.

The old butler waited for a while and found that the two brothers were in the same posture, concentrating on studying. They didn't look up for a long time and even made a sound.

He stayed for a while, then quietly left the study and closed the door.

When it was time for dinner, he went upstairs again and vaguely heard crying and shouting coming from inside.

I was shocked, thinking something might have happened.

The old housekeeper knocked on the door hurriedly to inquire about the situation, and the door was opened the next second.

It was old man Xia with red and swollen eyes, looking a little listless.

The old butler looked carefully and found that there were a lot of tissues thrown on the desk and Mr. Duan was wiping his tears.

Seeing him coming, she looked up at him and said, "Please bring dinner. I haven't finished reading this book yet. It's not good to give up halfway."

Glasses can't hide the redness and swelling of my eyes behind the lenses.

The old housekeeper said worriedly: "What's wrong with the old man? Did something happen?"

Old Man Xia flipped through the book and said with despair, "It's nothing. It's just that the novel is so good that I was immersed in it for a while and couldn't forget it. I thought that since the beginning was so cruel, it would be fine at the end..."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled out a piece of paper and blew his nose. "The stories I watched on TV before all had happy endings. The country should ban novels from having such sad endings!"

The old housekeeper had never read the novel and was confused by what he heard.

After dinner was served, the two of them ate while watching the extra episodes. When they saw the slightly better plots, the depression in their chests subsided and they ate a few more bowls of rice than usual.

Old man Xia is Kukuxuan.

You know, he usually hates these simple meals that are good for health, and they are so bland that he can't even taste the salt.

Except for the time when he secretly ate barbecued fried chicken at the foot of the mountain, he was never full when he ate at his senior brother's house. He found the meal of cabbage soaked in soup and rice disgusting.

But he was in a good mood after reading the extra chapter, and ate so much without realizing it.

Maybe I was tired of crying.

"After reading it, I think there is some reason why our ancestors asked us to burn this book. Although it does not involve any professional knowledge or secrets, the novel is really interesting."

Old Man Xia held the physical book tightly in his arms and said, "Brother, just give me this set of physical books. You bought so many anyway."

"I'm going to burn this set for our ancestor to make her happy. I didn't expect that after so many years of her death, she actually knows more about this world than we do. This novel has become so popular among them, but we didn't even know about it."

"I'm saying that this seclusion can really end. In ancient times, people who lived in seclusion lived alone in the mountains, farming and enduring hardships. You're not like that. You have a villa in the mountains, with a housekeeper and a chef. You just wear simple clothes, eat cheap food, and occasionally go out to farm. Half of the crops you farm die. Is this what you call seclusion?"

Old Master Duan's face darkened. "You are so brave that you dare to teach your senior brother a lesson. It's better than you. You have been living in seclusion and still go down the mountain to eat barbecue every day. Do you think I don't know that I can live in seclusion however I like."

Old Man Xia shrank his head and ran away holding the physical book.

Don't be fooled by the plain clothes he and Mr. Duan wear, and even his clothes have patches on them, but this is a fashion. His daughter even said that this year it is popular to make clothes a little worn and irregular.

This beggar's clothes probably only cost about ten thousand yuan.

It's quite comfortable to wear. It's a luxury item in the eyes of those who know what's good, but it's beggar's clothes in the eyes of those who don't. Every time he goes down the mountain, the boss will take pity on him and give him a few more skewers of barbecue.

The fellow disciples dreamed of their ancestor again that night, and Old Man Xia almost knelt down and kowtowed to him.

Ling Yan didn't say anything seeing how miserable he was. It was good enough for him to remember the names of his ancestors given his situation. Most beggars might not even have forgotten their own names.

She came to supervise the work and told them to burn the books quickly because she couldn't wait any longer.

In addition, "It seems that this author is serializing another novel. You should also burn it for me, so that I don't have to read other people's novels every time. I can't read the whole plot and be disliked by others. I heard it is also very exciting."

The two of them quickly agreed, and when they woke up the next day, they asked someone to print out the novel.

Old Man Xia sat on the sofa. "Let me take a look at this introduction. Hmm? It's actually related to metaphysics?"

Mr. Duan looked at the title of the novel and said, "This name also sounds familiar. I think someone told me about it before. How come the names of two novels in a row sound so familiar?"