The group returned to Yuemuxuan, and after Master Yao heard about it, he was speechless.

In the end, he said to Xu Wen, don't rush to see Sun Boran first, and wait for him to summon him.

Xu Wen was not in a hurry at all, and after nodding his head in agreement, he returned to his room, and immediately a black shadow greeted him, circling around his feet.

Xu Wen leaned over and picked it up, staring into its black eyes.

He didn't speak, but Qiuqiu seemed to have received the thoughts in his heart, and in an instant, the surrounding scenery changed, and then a chill hit him.

This time I came back to Xu's house at night, and the surroundings were dark, with only a meager glow from the stars in the sky.

However, compared to the hot world of Banmen, the cool breeze here is much more comfortable at night.

Xu Wen did not go straight to his studio as he had done every time he came here before, but came to the Four Seasons Hall, lit a lantern, and walked into the dim and crowded hall.

Under the candlelight, there are shadows here, and the shadows of various furniture seem to turn into countless monsters, lurking in the depths of the hall, as if they will pounce at any moment.

Especially these are all old objects, and the time they have gone through is too long, and they will become fine at any time.

The faint of heart would never dare to walk around here at this time.

But Xu Wen didn't.

At some point, he felt a little intimate when he looked at the furniture. Especially at this time, when he thought that they might become sperm, he wished that they would immediately turn into human form, so that he could tell himself about the process of their birth and the past events they had experienced.

He was thinking about what Liu Huzi said today.

People will die, memories will fade, but things will remain.

With the breath of people living in this world, with a part of the memories associated with it, it has been preserved.

If you go to the mountains and find a stone, it may be millions of years old, and it has a history that is unimaginable to mankind and much older than any cultural relic, but why don't people care about those things, but instead hold the cultural relics to a very high position and make it have an extremely high value?

Although this is more in line with the market law of scarcity is expensive, but more importantly, it is actually a close connection with "people".

In this way, people from the past, people from the present, and people from the future are connected.

It is the traces of human existence in this world, and all these traces form a link, a river, and carry people to exist for a long time, constantly confirming their own definition.

Xu Wen walked among these furniture, as if walking in a long river, a little distracted.

It's not that he hasn't had such an understanding before, but Liu Huzi's words seem to be a slap in the face, making him never so clear.

He walked and walked and stopped.

Next to him stood a desk, in the style of the Ming Dynasty, with a hint of freshness in its simplicity. He looked over and could faintly see a trace on the flat table.

He approached him with a lantern and saw that the mark was actually a word, the word "Xin".

This character is written in the same way as traditional and simplified characters, and it is obviously engraved later, which is different from the freshness and elegance of the desk itself, revealing a little clumsiness of students learning words.

When Xu Wen was in school, some of his classmates liked to engrave words on the table, and in Mr. Lu Xun's Sanwei Library, it was also written that some classmates did this.

It seems that ancient and modern students, when they are sulking in learning, can't help but itch their hands and do such bad things.

However, the meaning of this Xin character engraved here is a little unclear.

Is it that I feel happy when I encounter something good, so I carved such a word to express my feelings?

Or is it the name of a girl he accidentally learned about and can't help but trace it repeatedly with his admiration?

Whatever the situation is, this person must have been in a very happy mood when he carved this word, and he felt beautiful.

Xu Wen seemed to be infected, and he also laughed, stroked his hand on the word, and continued to walk forward.

No matter how well the old furniture is preserved, it is impossible to be as intact as the new furniture, not to mention that most of the things in the Four Seasons Hall are in tatters, and it is impossible to take them out to meet people without repair.

But it is precisely this kind of dilapidation and this "oldness" that makes it bring more "human" breath and become a real cultural relic.

The drawer on the left side of this dresser is more worn out than the one on the right, does it mean that its original owner was actually left-handed?

In ancient times, left-handers were often seen as abnormal, and when the child was still very young, parents would find ways to correct his habits.

Why was this person not corrected, and is there any story in this?

Xu Wen walked and made up his mind with joy, although it was still this four-time hall, although it was still the furniture he had seen many times and had been counted, but at this time, they seemed to have been given new meanings, which made people reverie and emotional.

I don't know how long it took, Xu Wen finally got a little tired, and the candle flame in the lantern was about to burn out, becoming a little dim.

He patted the back of a chair next to him, turned and walked away through the gap in the furniture, and reached the outside of the Four Seasons Hall.

There are two worlds inside and outside the hall, and he takes one step at a time, as if he has returned to the fresh and cool real world from the dusty history, which is a unique feeling.

Just then, the candlelight flickered and went out completely.

Xu Wen glanced down, put it aside, and when he raised his head, he suddenly saw a shadow on the ground—a sitting figure.

Maybe because his emotions were still immersed in the feeling just now, Xu Wen was not nervous at all, he looked up calmly, and sure enough, he saw the familiar person on the eaves.

The moon came out of the clouds, and the stars dimmed and the earth brightened.

Jing Cheng sat on the eaves, staring at the bright moon, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Long time no see. Xu Wen greeted him.

During this time, he went back and forth between the Banmen World and the Xu Mansion from time to time, and Jing Cheng's aura occasionally appeared, but he never appeared in front of him.

Over time, Xu Wen got used to this feeling, feeling that this was a roommate who was always huddled in his room and didn't like to deal with people very much.

It's rare to see roommates now, and you still have to say hello.

"Hmm. Jing Cheng replied simply.

"Speaking of which...... How long have you lived?" Xu Wen suddenly became a little curious.

"I don't remember. Jing Cheng said lightly.

"In the earliest days, it would be very uncomfortable to see the relatives and friends around you leave one by one, right?" Xu asked again and again.

"Nope. ”

"Huh?"

"No relatives or friends. ”

Jing Cheng looked down, his gaze on the same level as Xu Wen's.

After a few moments, he slowly stood up from the eaves and stood against the wind. The dilapidated bricks reflected the moonlight at his feet, and he didn't move, as if he had no weight in his whole body.

He stretched out a hand, stretched out towards Mingyue, and whispered, "But there are some things that have indeed left—have been leaving." ”