Standing at the door of the kitchen, Han Shushu watched her grandmother enthusiastically pull Zhao Huchen into the seat, the two old people shush from time to time and ask for warmth and Zhao Huchen's polite and subtle answers and clever but not obedient witticisms, Han Shushu suddenly felt a little strange, really to say that she herself recalled the experience of knowing Zhao Huchen also felt a little weird, from kindergarten to college for more than 20 years, Han Shushu, who had not had any contact with a different surname outside of friendship, of course, could not bring men back, And this strange understanding of Zhao Huchen, who understands the strange in front of him, has come to his house several times in a short period of time, and what makes her feel a little embarrassed is that her grandmother seems to believe that Zhao Huchen is a suitable person to fall in love with her granddaughter, and she has not stopped praising the young child's sensibility since she came that day, and Han calligraphy and painting can roughly understand the old man's mind, Zhao Huchen was born poor, so that the grandmother who has been in the countryside and has been a educated youth has two more sympathies, plus no one can deny the excellence of Zhao Huchen himself, Compared with the peers around who are more squirming than elites, this gap is naturally widened.

Sitting down at the dinner table, Han Shushu put aside those thoughts in his heart and accompanied the two old men to chat.

After the meal, Han Shushu said to Zhao Huchen: "Take out your piece of jade gui and let grandpa take a look, maybe grandpa can know some clues." ”

Zhao Huchen pulled out a red thread from his collar, and on the red line hung the jade gui that he carried closely, still green and translucent, and he could feel the warmth on it at a glance.

Grandpa Han Shushu, who was originally sitting on one side and his expression had not changed much, jumped fiercely on the corner of his eyebrows after seeing the piece of jade.

Just a rough outline has already excited the old man who has not been shocked for decades and has not made a big deal about it.

"Show me." The old man stretched out his hand and stared at the piece of jade in Zhao Huchen's hand.

Zhao Huchen took the jade gui down, handed it to the old man, and glanced at Han Shushu, obviously both of them noticed the unusual excitement in the old man's expression.

Yugui started, and a calming warmth penetrated from the skin in the palm of his hand to the bone marrow.

The old man carefully stared at the arc lines of Yugui in his hand, and hurriedly got up and went to the study to get a magnifying glass to carefully distinguish under the lamp, and the whole process was still silent, but the originally closed lip line gradually trembled.

Looking at Yugui in his hand, countless past events that had been sealed seemed to have been unsealed, and these memories that the old man thought he was going to bring into the coffin were clearly replayed in his mind one by one.

Zhao Huchen didn't speak, although he was very eager to know what kind of conclusion this old man must have known, but he had been waiting for him for months, and the old man's reaction was indeed beyond Zhao Huchen's expectations.

The most surprising is Han calligraphy and painting, since she was a child, she has never seen her grandfather why things are so excited, in her impression, grandpa is the open-minded old man who smiled and refused the opportunity to leap into the dragon gate of countless people in China, it is this open-mindedness of grandpa, he took the initiative to refuse to enter the central government, took the initiative to give up the position of entering the pinnacle of power, and was willing to be a retired old man who retired from the secretary of the Mingzhu Municipal Party Committee,

If you want to know what kind of terrifying this old man's plane used to be, you just need to look through the names of the successive secretaries of the municipal party committees of Mingzhu City since the founding of the Republic of China.

After a long time, the old man handed back the jade gui in his hand to Zhao Huchen and asked, "Your surname is Zhao, what is your grandfather's name?" What is the father's name? Who else is in the house? ”

Zhao Huchen took Yugui, and when he felt the old man's unusual excitement, he just replied: "Grandpa's name is Zhao Laoji, my father doesn't know, and there is no one at home, just me, maybe my father and mother are still there, but I can't find them." ”

In Zhao Huchen's impression, his grandfather is the old man who is easy to ignore but can never be forgotten by others, an old man who likes to lie on a rocking chair in the dilapidated yard, listen to authentic Peking Opera with an old radio and hum a few times in a very Beijing accent, the stereotypical old man who likes to set traps to test him in unexpected places, and when he passes with a satisfied smile, he will double the punishment of his stereotyped old man. The image of the grandfather, who was gradually buried in the depths of his memory with the passage of time, gradually plumped up because of the problem of the grandfather of Han calligraphy and painting, and finally lay down in the small grave early, with secrets that may never be known by others, and with the desire to pursue his grandmother, he turned into a handful of loess and slept on the mountain.

"Zhao Laoji, Zhao Laoji" The grandfather of Han Shushu seemed to fall into a burst of muttering, muttered for a long time, and then waved his hand dejectedly, and said: "This piece of jade does belong to Gui, but I don't know the origin, let alone the clues of your life experience, you go back." ”

After the old man finished speaking, he ignored Han Shushu who wanted to speak, stood up and walked into the study.

Looking at the old man's back, Zhao Huchen shook his head at Han Shushu who was about to speak, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll visit again later." ”

The old man approached the door, turned around and glanced at Zhao Huchen deeply, nodded, turned his head into the study, and closed the door.

"I" felt that today's things were getting more and more ridiculous, and Han Shushu was just about to apologize to Zhao Huchen, but Zhao Huchen smiled and shook his head to stop him.

"I didn't have much hope, so I can't talk about much disappointment now, if I have the opportunity to say it to your grandfather on my behalf, in fact, I have no intention of pursuing the past of that era I don't know, what I want to do is very simple, find my parents and let them kowtow to my grandfather's grave, that's all."

Han Shushu doesn't know how to describe the complexity of her heart at this time, but what she can be sure of is that there has never been a man in her mind to leave such a deep impression on Zhao Huchen at this moment, she heard her mother say a long time ago, of course, the biggest charm of a man will not be when he pays for a woman, nor is it the arrogance of tens of millions of people, what can really poison a woman into the bone marrow is a man with a story with a smile on the vicissitudes and the sad past when he said to you that it doesn't matter, Han Shushu has not experienced it, So more often than not, it's just a spectacle of what that glamour would be, but now, she's seen it.

Zhao Huchen's smile is as always, not deep, very shallow, there is no depth in those thorough eyes and the femininity hidden in the corners, just a little more bumpy and broken sadness, Han Shushu is inexplicably sour, what kind of past does a man of the same age as himself have to laugh so worryingly.

Korean calligraphy and painting, whose parents have enjoyed the care of their parents since childhood, can only be imagined to depict the sadness and pain of having no father and mother, and orphans, these two words themselves are desolate.

Zhao Huchen left, and Grandma Han sent him to the door.

Because she was in the kitchen, Grandma Han, who didn't know what was going on, told Zhao Huchen to pay attention to safety and come again next time.

Watching Zhao Huchen leave, Han Shushu walked to the door of his grandfather's study, hesitating whether to knock on the door.

The slightly hoarse voice of the old man inside came.

"Come in."

Han Shushu breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door of the study and walked in.

Han Shushu's grandfather sat behind the desk, and there were still words on the wall that were evaluated by Zhao Huchen as open-minded.

Seeing Han Shushu coming into the door, Han Shushu's grandfather sighed, put an old photo in his hand into an inconspicuous book with a red cover, clamped it and locked it in a drawer, and then said to his granddaughter: "Is there something you want to ask grandpa?" ”

"Grandpa, what is the origin of that piece of gui?" Han Shushu could see that his grandfather's spirit had languished since he saw the piece of jade, and she sat aside with some worry and asked softly.

"Do you remember which four elephants are the four elephants?" The old man closed his eyes tiredly, and his tone was vicissitudes.

"The green dragon in the east, the Vermilion Bird in the south, the white tiger in the west, and the Xuanwu in the north." Han Shushu frowned.

"After the summer sacrifice to the sky, the heavy weapon of the country, the four directions of the gods and beasts to the gods, by the Son of Heaven set the essence of the world, the most ingenious craftsman into six pieces of sacrifice to the sky. As the name suggests, their function is to be used for sacrifice, and it is not an ordinary sacrifice, it can only be used by the Son of Heaven of Xia Shang to worship the highest standard of sacrifice of heaven and earth. The first one is the Gui of the Green Dragon, the second is the Zhang, the Amber of the White Tiger, the Huang of Xuanwu, and the two pieces of Huang Qi of the Yellow Qi of the Heaven and Earth respectively, the wall of the cangsu was canceled after the Zhou Dynasty on the grounds that the great man of heaven and earth can not be compared to the mortal world, and these two treasures have not been known since then, and the other four pieces of heavy weapons representing the gods of the four directions can no longer be found after the Zhou Dynasty, and Zhao Huchen's piece is the Gui of the Green Dragon. ”

The more Han Shushu listened, the more frightened she became, and she couldn't help but be shocked by the fact that it was destined to shake the Quartet.

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