The bookshelf materials are made of a kind of ebony that emits a faint fragrance, a type of wood long extinct in nature, with only a few remnants preserved in some upper-level laboratories. But here, it is extremely common.
Some parchment scrolls hang in the sky, brushing past Yun You's forehead. The little girl picked up a scroll and glanced at it, but could only see some incomprehensible ancient text and bizarre illustrations.
She turned her head and looked around at the bookshelves, slowly observing the shelves.
The variety of books here is quite vast; there are numerous parchment rolls, ancient bamboo slips strung with wooden ropes, and glued, yellowed ancient texts.
However, the most numerous are the modern books.
Although Yun You had never been to school and had no time to read, she used to love reading very much.
Reading text on paper and cheap electronic tablets, finding joy in the lines of words—these were among her few childhood entertainments.
