Shang Ya pouted as if resigned to her fate: "What are you looking for?"

"Looking for inspiration, it's a vague inspiration, I need to look up the original text to confirm. ”

The magical dream made Qin Huai never forget, and he always had a strong premonition, if it was carved, it would be very interesting.

Qin Huai said as he flew the books on the shelves.

It was very fast, because he remembered a lot of it, and it only took one glance to know if there was any inspiration he was looking for.

The sound of turning pages resounded in the study.

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

Thirty minutes.

Qin Huai's eyes finally lit up, and he found a series of old books at the bottom - "Taiping Guangji" in the Tang Dynasty.

"This is it. ”

Qin Huai smiled with satisfaction, turned the first page, and began to browse quickly, Shang Ya grabbed Qin Huai's arm and came over curiously to take a look.

But the whole book is full of classical Chinese, and she can only look blank and obediently wait for Qin Huai's popular science.

"Taiping Guangji" is a collection of stories about strange people in the Tang Dynasty.

There are many legendary stories of gods and monsters, gods, toys, foxes, dragons, and insects.

Brother Xun loved to read this kind of book when he was a child.

I've been immersed in it for a while, and the content of the dream just now ......"

Qin Huai browsed quickly, and finally stopped on the title page of "The Biography of Nan Ke Taishou".

Found you, little one!

Qin Huai smiled, dreams are really a good thing.

I remember a story told in a textbook before: it was said that benzene was discovered by chemists as early as 1825.

However, in the following decades, no chemist could speculate on the molecular structure of benzene.

The confusion lasted for almost forty years, and in the winter of 1864, the German chemist Kekule sat in front of the fireplace and slept.

In his sleep, atoms and molecules began to dance in the dream, and a chain of carbon atoms bit his tail like a snake and swirled before his eyes.

After waking up from his dream, it dawned on Kekule that he suddenly understood the molecular structure of benzene.

Thus, the problem that puzzled chemists for forty years was solved.

Qin Huai's dream also brought him a flash of aura.

Qin Huai happily spread out the book on the desk.

"I found it, in fact, this classical Chinese is the origin of the idiom Nan Ke a dream. ”

Qin Huai pointed to the title "The Biography of Nan Ke Taishou", and habitually explained: "The story is the story of the Tang Dynasty people who sleepwalked in Dahuai Anguo after being drunk.

In the dream, the king of the Great Huai'an Kingdom sent an envoy to pick up Chun Yudi to the Huai'an Kingdom.

Huai'an country is very peculiar, the mountains and rivers are weather, the grass and trees are very different from the world. Dozens of miles ahead, there are Guo Chengqiao, car figures, endless on the road, like a paradise.

After entering the country of Huai'an, he married his beloved princess to Chun Yudi and sent him to serve as the taishou of Nanke County.

During this time, Chun Yudi governed Nanke very well, and the king admired Chun Yudi very much.

Chun Yudi's five sons all had titles, and two daughters were also married to princes.

Because of this, Chun Yudi's status in Huai'an is also very lofty.

Later, when the Kingdom of Tanluo attacked Nanke County, Chun Yudi's army lost in a mess, and then his wife also died of a serious illness.

All this misfortune made Chun Yudi not want to stay in Nanke County for a long time, so he returned to the capital.

However, in the capital, there was a villain who spoke ill of Chun Yudi in front of the king, and the king arrested his child and sent him back to his original hometown without verifying it.

Leaving Huai'anguo, Chun Yudi suddenly woke up from his dream.

I was surprised to find that the real experience of more than 20 years turned out to be a dream.

Not long after, Chun Yudi found that there was an ant nest under the locust tree in the courtyard, and there was a palace city made of mud in the hole.

Chun Yudi suddenly realized that the Dahuai Anguo he saw in his dream was just a nest of ant holes.

Chun Yudi also discovered:

In the place where the branches of the locust tree are more than four feet high to the south, there is a hidden flat land, which is the Nanke County that Chun Yudi once governed.

In the west two zhang far away, the depression is like a cellar, the shape is very strange, there is a rotten turtle in it, the turtle shell is very large, due to the infiltration of rain, there is a clump of grass on the shell, it grows very densely, the grass covers the whole turtle shell, this is actually the spirit turtle mountain that Chun Yudi used to hunt.

The distance to the east is more than a zhang, the roots of the old tree are bent and bent, like a dragon and snake, there is a small mound in the middle, one inch high, called Panlong Mountain, this is the grave where Chun Yudi buried his wife. ”

The veins of the original story are very interesting, like a fairy tale with a fantasy overtone.

The sentences are vividly written, as if watching an absurd and bizarre movie.

But Qin Huai can't translate word by word, he can only say a synopsis of the story, but even if it's just a short synopsis, it's wonderful.

"When I heard your popular science, I suddenly felt a strong desire to study this story. ”

Shang Ya's desire to read is unprecedentedly high, and behind the idiom that she is usually accustomed to, there is such an interesting fantasy story?

Isn't this Alice in Wonderland more than a thousand years ago?

Why hasn't this kind of story been made into a movie?

Listening to Qin Huai's story synopsis, I feel very fascinating!

"Well, to show you, there's a lot of very interesting stories in it. For example, Liu Yi's biography and Ren's biography, but Nan Ke's Taishou biography is the most peculiar. ”

Shang Ya nodded like a chicken pecking rice, her beautiful eyes fell on Qin Huai, she always felt that getting along with Qin Huai, the whole person became elegant, and she was willing to read some books and articles unconsciously.

In the past, Shang Ya didn't want to look at it.

Maybe this is the smell of books?

……

Shang Ya sat aside and read the translation on her mobile phone, while Qin Huai silently took the carving knife.

Carving a wood carving depicting the country of Dahuai Anguo, showing the legendary dream of Nanke.

It seems that no sculptor has ever tried it, the idea is good, it is unique!

Qin Huai's mind came up with the scene of Dahuai Anguo, the style of painting.

Suddenly, my heart moved, and I found something interesting.

That is, although he was born in the south of the Yangtze River and was born on the banks of the Qinhuai River, the style of his works does not have the fat and powder atmosphere of the Qinhuai River.

A nuclear boat, taken from Su Dongpo's Bailu Hengjiang River, the water is shining in the sky. As far as a reed is, Ling Wanqing is at a loss. The vast and vast is like Feng Xuan resisting the wind, but does not know where it stops, fluttering like the independence of the world, feathering and ascending to the immortal', with a kind of momentum of waves crashing on the shore.

The return of the wind and snow night is taken from the 'chaimen heard the dog barking, and the wind and snow returned to the people. 'The twilight cangshan, the painting style is vast and heavy.

As for the later Qingyu Kui dragon pattern tea set, Taiji diagram jade carving, and tree jade carving, they all belong to the bold school, and there is no trace of the Qinhuai River's poignant Qiqi at all.

Many people may wonder about this, right?

Qin Huai is not Qin Huai at all.

This feeling is like a tourist standing on the bank of the Qinhuai River, looking at the smoke and willow painting boats all over the river, and the gorgeous singer, shouting fiercely: Why don't men take Wu Hook and cross the river with my million-strong teacher!

Suddenly, the singing of the river froze, and the iron horse and the glacier rolled in.

Thinking of this, Qin Huai smiled slightly, picked up the carving knife, and his eyes fell on the wood in front of him.

There seems to be a crisp prompt in my head: Ding, your special art style is online, please start your performance.