"Yes...... If there's anything to discuss, don't mess around. ”

Chen Feng admitted that he was stared at a little hairy, goosebumps rose up on his back, and he was a super normal man in all aspects, straight and strong.

"Did you come up with this story yourself?" Xu Yan lowered his voice and asked.

"Yes." Chen Feng thought about it, anyway, no one else knows about this world, so he didn't do anything, and Tian shamelessly admitted.

"You, you." When Xu Yan heard this, his body staggered for a while, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"Xu Yan, are you okay?" Seeing this, Chen Feng hurriedly asked, and put a pair of hands on Xu Yan's shoulders to prevent him from falling, but he never thought that with this help, Xu Yan's body was weak and he collapsed to the ground.

Xu Yan's arms circled forward, half-knelt on the ground, hugged Chen Feng's thighs, and shouted regardless of his posture: "Great God, no, Master, please take me as an apprentice, the story you told is exactly the reasoning I dreamed of, I never thought that the original reasoning could be like this, you must be the hidden detective, I ......." ”

"......" Chen Feng looked at Xu Yan, whose painting style was reversed in an instant, with black lines on his head, speechless for a while.

After some difficult exchanges, Chen Feng finally let Xu Yan normalize, and the price was that although he didn't have to be Xu Yan's master, as a friend, a considerable degree of guidance was indispensable.

"I have to make it clear to you, it's just a story I imagined, everything is pure fabrication, I don't know anything about reasoning, you must not learn the logic of my story." Chen Feng emphasized back and forth, but in front of Xu Yan's meaningful smile, with a look of "I understand".

Chen Feng once again held his forehead and waved his hand to signal Xu Yan to hurry up and work on his works, he needed to calm down for a while; The latter lifted the pen, his face full of happy smiles, and swept away the previous gloom.

The story of such a famous detective is simple and exquisite, but to a certain extent, it breaks Xu Yan's cognition of reasoning, making the word "reasoning" mysterious and nihilistic, and at the same time it can justify itself and maintain rationality.

It's a completely different genre from the mystery novels he's read before, and in comparison, the books I've read before can't afford the word "reasoning" at all, so it's more appropriate to call them detective novels.

The reasoning process in the detective story is like opening a door to a new world, so Xu Yan was so excited that he lost his temper, and the estrangement in his heart was shattered, and soon, a wonderful story took shape in his mind, and Xu Yan wrote it on the manuscript paper.

glanced at Xu Yan, who was struggling to write, but Chen Feng was melancholy.

I can't write it, I'm all a liar, and in the end, I'm the only one waiting for the end?

He wasn't too nervous, but melancholy was inevitable.

"Come on, write, I'll go out." After Chen Feng left such a sentence, he came to the old site of the Old Summer Palace alone.

It is still deserted and sparsely populated by tourists.

It's not surprising to think that the world has changed too much; The shame brought by the Old Summer Palace has been diluted a lot.

And the Old Summer Palace, which lacks that "meaning", can only be regarded as a dilapidated garden, even if it was once brilliant, but it can't stand people from going to tea.

Walking casually, Chen Feng found an acquaintance.

Another contestant who received the theme of "Destruction and Reconstruction", Pan Yue.

"Hello," Chen Feng greeted.

"Why, it's because you don't know how to write, so you came to this Old Summer Palace to find inspiration?" He asked subconsciously.

"Ah, me?" Pan Yue looked a little dazed, and hurriedly answered: "Count, count, that topic is really embarrassing." ”

He lied, but it was a white lie.

If he told the truth, it would definitely be a great blow to the confidence of the young man in front of him, which was a despicable and shameless act before the game was over.

"Let's go together." Chen Feng proposed.

"Okay." Pan Yue agreed.

The two of them walked idly in the ruins of the Old Summer Palace, Pan Yue's purpose was obviously stronger, and whenever he went to a place, he would stop and watch, close his eyes, as if he was experiencing something.

Chen Feng followed behind him, looking at Pan Yue's pious appearance, and felt a little more good for him in his heart.

Pan Yue seemed to be in a mood that was wrong along the way, and he suddenly squatted in front of a broken marble pillar, gently stroking the blurred texture with his hand, and burst into tears.

"I don't understand," Pan Yue said to himself uncontrollably, "Why, why is this beautiful place being destroyed so unscrupulously, this is an unforgivable sin, it is the destruction of madness." ”

His fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were red like an angry bull.

After a while, Pan Yue's hands hung down weakly, stood up in frustration, and walked tremblingly.

"History has already happened, and we as posterity are just spectators." Seeing this, Chen Feng sighed.

Hearing this, Pan Yue turned around, looked at Chen Feng and sighed: "No, it's not even a bystander, at most it's just a stranger who came here to mourn." ”

"......" Chen Feng was silent, and for a long time, he said in a poetic tone.

"Once upon a time there was a miracle on one side of the world: this world miracle was called the Old Summer Palace. There are two principles of art: one is conception, which gives rise to European art, and the other is imagination, which gives rise to oriental art...... It took two generations of labor to build the Old Summer Palace; It's the size of a city, made up of years. For whom? Made for the people. Because everything built by the years belongs to the people...... It is a staggering, never-before-seen masterpiece, which from afar in the mysterious twilight looks like the hazy outline of an oriental civilization towering over the horizon of European civilization. ”

A long passage came out of Chen Feng's mouth, this is the most graceful thing in his impression, the words of praise for the Old Summer Palace come from the great Victor? Hugo, a letter to Colonel Butler.

It seems that the contents of this letter have also been lost in the dark ages and no longer exist.

Chen Feng secretly sighed in his heart.

What is the letter that has disappeared? Since the moment history has changed, there has been a huge cultural disconnection, and perhaps, only in this mysterious eastern land, there is still a little past.

Pan Yue listened to Chen Feng's words, his eyes gradually became confused, and in his eyes, this ruin began to exude a dreamy light.

Time begins to stand still and then rewinds.

Everything seems to be rebuilding, and in that soft glimmer, a miraculous garden sits on the land of China.

Being in it, even if what you see in front of you is only a corner of the garden, it is enough to make people crazy with excitement.

"The miracle is now gone.

One day two robbers broke into the Old Summer Palace, one plundered and the other set fire. It seems that if you win, you can become a robber; The two victors divided the proceeds of the plundering of the Old Summer Palace in half.

……”

In a sad tone, Chen Feng stripped that layer of dreamy light from the ruins, destroyed the manor in Pan Yue's eyes, and committed this heinous evil deed.

A person recites the articles in his memory, and a person experiences the prosperity and decline of the Old Summer Palace.

It's like a teacher telling his only student a lively and interesting lesson.