Liu Changan

After Qin Yanan left, Liu Changan thought of her great-grandmother Ye Sijin.

Many, many years ago, Ye Sijin was like a girl who was full of sorrow and resentment like the lilac in the rainy alley in Dai Wangshu's pen.

The color of a lilac, the fragrance of a lilac, the sadness of a lilac.

Walking through the alley, Ye Sijin, holding an oil-paper umbrella, her sorrow definitely did not come from moaning about illness.

Like Qin Peng, she was the character of that era.

The style of that era is not the poems written by any masters of the Republic of China, nor the emotional satisfaction brought by Tagore in 1923. The style of that era is on a small boat on the South Lake in Jiaxing.

Ye Sijin has passed away, Qin Yanan's birth is probably Qin Peng's greatest comfort and sustenance of memory.

It really looks like it, Liu Changan sighed, and when he turned around, he found scattered old people had already surrounded him.

Cunning sophistication is a survival instinct that grows wisely and protects oneself with age. Unknown and new things always make the old people uneasy. When those people leave, only the familiar Liu Changan is left, so naturally they will come to give pointers and express themselves Insights as an elder.

"Xiao Liu, did you provoke someone?"

"That woman is quite good at giving birth."

"I've seen this kind of tank. It was almost the same battle when I escorted the chief."

"What the hell is this? Is it going to be demolished? I won't move, even if I die."

Liu Changan smiled, closed the door of the carriage, trotted away with the car keys in hand, exercise is essential for him, even though jumping off a building is a more effective way to directly improve the body, it is not suitable to do it frequently.

According to the new route originally planned, after returning from the train station, the idlers watching the freight train had already dispersed, and then Liu Changan re-entered the carriage and looked at the bronze coffin.

Qin Peng obviously didn't tell Qin Yanan the relevant information about the bronze coffin. Qin Yanan even thought it was just a precious handicraft replica. After all, the paintings on the coffin were too fresh, and the inscribed dark lines were too delicate, not like ancient objects at all.

However, Liu Changan could feel the precipitating ancient feeling, as if surrounding the bronze coffin, invisible and intangible, but he couldn't say it didn't exist, just like a magnetic field.

This kind of magnetic field is particularly dense and remarkable in major museums. Those ancient objects that have passed through thousands of years of history condense countless vicissitudes in human history, re-rolling the scrolls that have been buried in the long river of time before reading them. in the eyes of people.

Who would have known that the casters of those national treasures, during the refining process of mud, water, and fire, had no ambition to pass them on to the world, and wanted to let future generations bloom with astonishing gazes when they met again.

Liu Chang'an stretched out his hand, gently stroking the yellow hooked thunder pattern around the cover. There is a high mountain with isosceles, standing in the center of the picture. Two dragons pass through the mountain. The dragon tail wraps around an ancient jade, and two yellow ribbons tie it Double Dragon.

The four sides of the ancient jade are like seals. According to common sense, the deceased's name, posthumous title or other characters should be engraved on it, but here it is empty, which is very abrupt and eye-catching.

The coffin's cover plate fits perfectly with the coffin's body, not even a single strand of hair can get in, and only the seams can be vaguely seen, so subtle that it is almost nonexistent.

The coffin, the most important thing is of course the person or corpse lying inside, the bronze coffin over 2000 years old, the ritual of sealing the soul, what does the pattern of the phoenix and the dragon indicate?

After the Qin Dynasty, there were very few bronze coffins. Gradually, there were legends among the folks that bronze coffins were fierce coffins. People with good horoscopes would be possessed by evil spirits even if they approached such fierce coffins, and died after losing their souls.

Of course Liu Changan is not afraid of any murderous coffins. He is very clear that the murderous coffins are only because the deceased was extremely vicious during his lifetime. The ancients believed that only a bronze coffin could seal the body of these extremely vicious or tainted murderous people. Soul, so that he will not be reincarnated and come back to cause trouble in the world.

Of course, some people think that the bronze coffin can seal the spirit, so that the deceased can preserve the last living soul, waiting for the day of resurrection, such as the huge coffin of Zeng Yihou.

These are just superstitious thoughts, the dead cannot be brought back to life, Liu Changan has never seen the dead can be brought back to life.

Unless you are not old and not dead.

For the study of cultural relics and archaeology, the age, pattern, tomb site, and burial of the coffin are very important. As for the corpse in the coffin, unless it is the case of Mrs. Xin Zhui, it is not important, as long as the identity can be determined. OK.

Liu Changan does not do research in this area. For him, the people or corpses in the coffin are the most important. The coffin in front of him is obviously collected by Qin Peng for various reasons, and has not been reserved for cultural relics research institutes and others. Cultural Bureau, otherwise he would not be able to send it directly to Liu Changan like this.

There is no trace of the coffin being opened. The craftsmanship and precision of many ancient cultural relics are difficult for modern people to understand.

Liu Changan's fingers circled around the coffin and tapped lightly. This may be a skeleton. It may have been amazingly beautiful during his lifetime. , records lost tribes and civilizations.

Or is there a person lying in it?

Liu Changan would not open the coffin lid hastily if he was not fully sure that the contents inside would not be destroyed, and he did not have enough information. There are no ghosts and gods in the world, but it is not without taboos.

Liu Changan closed the door of the carriage. Although Liu Changan had already understood Qin Peng's meaning and felt a little troublesome, it was only a matter of decades, so he didn't need to pay too much attention to it, just like Qin Peng would love Qin Yanan the most when he looked at Qin Yanan. For Ye Sijin's sake, the great-granddaughter will also take care of Qin Yanan.

As for Qin Yanan's comprehension of other meanings, Liu Chang'an didn't mind. People's emotions are more elusive and elusive than floating clouds, and they will dissipate after a while.

After tidying up the old books in the room, I thought I should go to the Shonan Museum. Because of the ancient prefecture of Shaguo, Shonan has always been a province of unearthed cultural relics in the Han Dynasty. Among them, the Xinzhui Tomb is listed among the top ten precious tombs in the world along with the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. The most important of which is the unearthed a large number of documents.

Or be able to find some clues from it, or get some hints, or even just let yourself recall something directly.

After too much experience, there is no way to clear up all the memory lines, and you can retrieve relevant information at any time. After all, the human brain is not a computer, and you can find reference materials by entering keywords.

Liu Changan didn't go directly to the museum. He checked the time and came to the school slowly, but he was still late.

The last time of the third year of high school was lazy and tense. Everyone relaxed about various disciplines. Of course, the nervous one was reviewing. Liu Changan came to his seat and took out the review materials, not Yuan Mei’s son. spoken.

An Nuan's nose is only left with a little red marks from skin abrasions. For a girl of this age, the skin's ability to recover and heal is still very good, and there is no need to worry about such a small injury leaving an ugly scar, so An Nuan also She didn't raise her hand to cover up the scar on her nose, but someone who knew her nose was hit by Liu Chang'an with a volleyball would giggle at her from time to time.

"I was scolded to death by my mother when I went home, and then quickly took a picture of my injured nose and posted it on Weibo, with a pitiful coquettish expression on it, oh my god, she is really into the drama Shen, it seems that I am herself on Weibo, and I enjoy interacting with fans there every day." An Nuan shook her head unbearably, "I have a trumpet, let's pay attention to each other."

"I think your mother manages this account very well, she looks very cute." Liu Changan looked at An Nuan, "Your mother should also be pretty."

"Can you speak seriously!" An Nuan was funny and annoyed, "My mother has a sharp tongue in real life. When you meet a young man with a glib tongue like you, you can be trained and want to start a new life."

"No, I chatted pretty well with her." Liu Changan shook his head and took out his mobile phone, "Look, we chat from time to time, talking about life and ideals, poetry and literature, eight 90s songs and Movies, Indian movies and South Pacific islands."

An Nuan was dumbfounded, snatched Liu Changan's cell phone, and flipped through the chat history. There was really a long, long chat history. Not included.

"Didn't you already know that this account is mainly used by my mother?" An Nuan looked at Liu Chang'an in disbelief. After all, everyone's online social partners are basically peers, and the generation gap is even more distinct on the Internet. The styles of emoticons are different, so how do you chat?

"I know, that's why we can continue the chat. If it were you, how could we have so many topics?" Liu Changan said naturally.

An Nuan pressed her chest to calm herself down. Sure enough, it's time for people like Liu Changan to break up with him. Usually, when he sends him messages by himself, he always replies in a very slow and slow manner. He never thought that he could chat with her mother like this. Looking at the young and invincible beautiful girl next to her, she ignored her, but she was able to chat with women so happily. How could An Nuan balance this?

"Break off friendship." An Nuan was about to be pissed off by him, so of course he didn't mention the matter of the trumpet's mutual attention, presumably he wasn't interested either.

"No." Liu Changan refused.

"We must break up the relationship." An Nuan opened the book angrily, snatched Liu Chang'an's cell phone, and carefully flipped through the chat records between him and her mother.

"We've broken up all the friendships, and you're still snatching someone's cell phone and flipping through their chat records?" Liu Changan looked at An Nuan incomprehensibly.

"I got goosebumps from watching it!" An Nuan gave Liu Changan a sideways glance, and couldn't help but wonder if Liu Changan likes mature women?

"His heart is not right, but there is a demon in his pupils." Liu Changan said, looking into An Nuan's eyes.

An Nuan coughed softly, her cheeks flushed a little because of what she was thinking, she held Liu Changan's cell phone and refused to give it to him, but she didn't look through the chat history, she looked at the book on her desk seriously, she broke up with him anyway, I don't want to talk to him today.