After more than ten years, Liao Huansheng got married and had children, and started a family in Beijing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But a university teacher, in the early nineties, echoed the saying of the time, a university professor is not as good as selling tea and eggs. Although life is stable, life is still tight.

Liao Huansheng doesn't smoke or drink, let alone have no social entertainment, he has only one hobby, that is, he likes to read, but his salary, although his daughter-in-law has a job, can be regarded as virtuous, but after the child is born, he can only squeeze out a little every month to buy books for him. Love this thing, once addicted, will expand rapidly, until it occupies the whole person's mind. Liao Huansheng bought books, worked as a tutor, worked as a small worker, and secretly taught lessons to private cram schools, and was criticized by the school for this matter. But some of the money earned in this way can't make up for the increasing household expenses, let alone buying books.

One summer, the weather in Beijing was very hot, and the temperature could not be lowered even at night, Liao Huansheng had an electric fan at home, which was placed in the child's room, and he couldn't sleep when it was hot, so he simply got up to read. I accidentally saw the pottery pillow left by my father in the bookcase, and thought that this thing has a heat dissipation on the surface, a hollow hole in the middle, and air circulation, so that it should be much more comfortable to sleep in summer than a wheat bran pillow.

Liao Huansheng was overjoyed, so he hugged the pottery pillow to the bed, tried it on the headrest, and had to admire the superb craftsmanship of the ancients. Needless to say, the key is that the two ends of the pottery pillow are high, the middle is low, there is a natural arc, the head is put up, the height is very comfortable, I thought that the texture on it is hard, and the back of the head and neck will be uncomfortable after sleeping for a long time.

What's more amazing is that because the middle of the pottery pillow is hollow, and the two sides are very high, after lying down, the ears are just bulging on both sides of the pottery pillow, which is like a waist drum-like shape, like a large megaphone, the cicadas outside, the rustle of leaves, and even the sound of the nearby river are clearly through the pottery pillow, into the eardrum, the music of nature through the amplification of the pottery pillow, the sound becomes ethereal and distant.

Liao Huansheng has the old problem of insomnia because of his long-term desk work, and he always has to toss and turn in bed for an hour every day before he can fall asleep, and when it is serious, he also takes some sleeping pills, even if he falls asleep, he does not sleep steadily, and he will wake up with a slight noise. But since the pillow on the pillow, listening to the natural stereo symphony, the problem of insomnia has been solved, so the pottery pillow is no longer a seasonal thing in summer, and Liao Huansheng can't do without it all year round.

In the spring of about two years ago, Liao Huansheng went to Nancheng to work as a tutor, and inadvertently transferred to Panjiayuan Market, where he saw a small silver syringe at an inconspicuous stall, which was not exquisite in workmanship, but very clumsy. Think about herself and her daughter-in-law have been married for more than ten years, never gave her any decent gifts, and it is her birthday soon, usually she often does some needlework at home, the needles are inserted in a sachet, and sometimes accidentally will be pricked by the needle nose, if there is a syringe, isn't it both safe and beautiful?

Liao Huansheng was impulsive, so he asked how much the stall was selling, and the person who set up the stall estimated that it had not opened for a day, and it was cold, so cold that he kept walking in place. Two hundred yuan was not expensive at the time, but it is very cheap today. Liao Huansheng didn't know anything about literary play, and he didn't know how much it was worth, so he asked the stall owner to be cheaper according to the usual way of buying vegetables in the vegetable market, and the stall owner gritted his teeth and gave him thirty cheaper, Liao Huansheng paid the tuition fee he had just collected to the stall owner, and happily brought the syringe home.

At night, Liao Huansheng waited for his daughter-in-law to sleep, and secretly put the syringe next to the pillow, hoping to surprise his daughter-in-law the next day. But when he fell asleep on the pottery pillow, he suddenly had a strange dream. He dreamed that he had come to the inner room of a large family in ancient times, with carved beams and painted buildings, and the bed was covered with silk and satin, and under the window, there was a large dressing table, on which were scattered some jewelry and fat powder boxes.

Liao Huansheng saw the syringe he had just bought during the day on the dresser, and he was very surprised, and hurriedly walked over to take a closer look, it was indeed the same as his own, and next to the syringe, there was also a small silver hairpin, which seemed to be the shape of a mandarin duck, shining brightly, and the craftsmanship was very exquisite.

As he was looking, suddenly two young women came in at the door of the house, one seemed to be a young lady, and the other should be a little maid. Liao Huansheng was strange that he had always known that this was his own dream, and he was not worried that the two people would see him, and the two women didn't seem to realize that there were other people in the house, and the two women were chatting by themselves.

Liao Huansheng listened on the side, and gradually heard some clues. The young lady's father seems to be the governor of Henan in the Qing Dynasty, who is mobilizing troops to quell the rebellion of the Twisted Army in the territory, and has not returned home for about a month. This young lady is his youngest daughter, and she was originally going to marry Hunan in a month, but because of the war in Pingwu, the two of them were chattering about whether her marriage would be postponed, speculating whether her father had made arrangements for her marriage.

And the many gold and silver ornaments that Liao Huansheng saw on the dresser should be the dowry prepared by the governor of Henan for his daughter. While the two women discussed, the young lady also put the silver hairpin in her bun and stroked it in the vanity mirror. At this time, Liao Huansheng heard the rooster announce, and he woke up suddenly.

This dream is very strange, but it is very clear, Liao Huansheng lay on the bed and thought about it carefully. At that time, he had a great interest in history and philosophy, and read a lot of books on the subject. Twisting the army, the governor of Henan, quelling the rebellion, and marrying Hunan, these clues are intertwined, and he vaguely feels that the central figure in this dream seems to be Lu Chuanlin, one of the famous ministers in the late Qing Dynasty.

Liao Huansheng knew that Lu Chuanlin was an important political figure in the late Qing Dynasty, and successively served as the governor of Henan, Shaanxi, Sichuan, Liangjiang, and Guangzhou.

Liao Huansheng hurriedly picked up the syringe next to the pillow, looked at it carefully, unscrewed the upper spiral, and unscrewed out the silver liner inside, and at the bottom of the inner tank, he vaguely saw a small "deer" word.

At this time, Liao Huansheng was shocked, could it be that everything he saw in his dreams was real? But how did he see what happened more than a hundred years ago? Could it be this syringe? And since he used this pottery pillow, he will also have some strange dreams, sometimes it is the small village in his hometown, his own stone house, and sometimes it is a place he has never been to, is it this pottery pillow?

Liao Huansheng thought about it for a long time and decided to go to Panjiayuan again to see if the stall owner still had the silver hairpin that he was impressed by in his dream. Although Liao Huansheng knew that this possibility was very small, at least he could prove the reality of his dream.

Early the next morning, Liao Huansheng withdrew some money from the bank and ran to Panjiayuan, the stall owner was still in the previous position, Liao Huansheng hurriedly stepped forward. The stall owner saw that Liao Huansheng was in a hurry, and thought that he was because there was something wrong with the things he bought, and he was a little frightened, and when Liao Huansheng explained his intentions, the stall owner was even more surprised, and asked him how he knew that there was a silver hairpin and a vanity mirror with the syringe?

Liao Huansheng knew that he had guessed correctly, but he thought that if he told the stall owner about his dream, he probably wouldn't believe it, so he had to make up a set of rhetoric, saying that he had seen a complete set of silver dowry at a friend's place, which was complete with all kinds of utensils, and he liked it very much.

The stall owner nodded and said to Liao Huansheng, you are the one who knows the most about this kind of silver jewelry since I set up a stall to sell goods, but I don't know, where did your friend's complete set come from?

Liao Huansheng thought to himself, since the place where the story in the dream happened was in Henan, he simply told the stall owner truthfully. The stall owner nodded, took out a cheap brocade box from his bag, and handed it to Liao Huansheng. Liao Huansheng opened it and saw that it was the mandarin duck silver hairpin he saw in his dream. It's just that because of the age, the silver hairpin has turned gray-black, although the hollow part has accumulated a lot of dirt, but you can still see the exquisite carving process.

On the handle of the silver hairpin, there seems to be a small carved character, Liao Huansheng wiped it on it with the placket of his clothes, but the word seems to have been crossed by someone with a sharp weapon later, as if it was deliberately covered, but thinking of the deer character on the inner liner of the syringe, Liao Huansheng can conclude that this silver hairpin is what he saw in a dream, and the small character that is not clear is the deer character.

The stall owner saw that Liao Huansheng seemed to want to figure out the words on the silver hairpin, so he told him that this word might be the mark of the master of the silver building, and these things in his hand have this mark, and as Liao Huansheng said, this thing he received from the folk of Henan, but this gadget was an unpopular collection at that time, and the thing was not very eye-catching, and there were not many people who asked the price, so he had been betting on it, and it was rare to meet someone who understood, if Liao Huansheng wanted, the price was negotiable.

When the stall owner was adding oil and vinegar to the side and chattering, Liao Huansheng suddenly had a bold idea in his mind, it seems that his dream is not only real, but also may have greater value. He resisted his excitement, bargained with the stall owner, bought the silver hairpin with 600 yuan, carried it in his arms, and went out of the market.

(Those who are tired of talking about splendour, or happy when they see splendour; those who are indifferent and happy, or indifferent and disgusted.) It is necessary to sweep away the views of the shades and extinguish the feelings of joy and disgust, so that we can forget the splendor and be indifferent. --"Caigen Tan") (To be continued.) )