The garden of the inn was silent at this time, and all that was left in the ears of the palace people after they left was the sound of the leaves rubbing against each other as the wind blew through the canopy, and the occasional sound of unknown birds.

Hua Mian looked up at the birds flying in the sky, was that a duck or a wild goose? Forget it, I don't know it anyway, and if you look up, you can see the top of the gazebo.

Unlike the roofs in the room, which are painted with ornate patterns, the roof inside the pavilion is actually painted with people, and there are eight drawings on the eighth-divided roof, drawing some extremely simple human figures, I don't know what kind of paint is used to paint them, the colors are still clearly recognizable, and in some places the colors may be due to age and the colors have begun to fade slightly.

Hua Mian squinted her eyes and carefully identified the picture on the picture, and she didn't know which one to start with, and what order it looked like from the style of the pattern.

Leaning his neck up, the painting directly above his head is about a person, as if he is still a teenager or a girl sinking into the lake or the sea, it should be the sea, right? See also painted sharks.

"Is there such an animal as a shark in this world? But since there are squid, it's not surprising that there are sharks," Hua Mian said to herself, continuing to look at the painting on the side.

In this painting, the young man who sank into the sea in the previous picture becomes a bird and rushes out of the water. It's really an interesting story.

As I continued, the human-turned-bird flew into the mountains and picked up a stone almost the size of his body, followed by a story of the bird flying back to the sea and throwing the stone in its beak, and then a few pictures of the story of the bird when it was still in human form.

After looking at it in such a circle, Hua Mian can be seen clearly, the painting on the top of this pavilion is a continuous story, telling a young man with a lot of status who fell into the sea and drowned, turned into a bird and flew out of the sea and then went to pick a stone to throw into the sea......

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!! How is this paragraph so familiar?? Isn't this the story of Jingwei reclamation? Hua Mian's eyes widened in shock at what she saw.

"This ...... This...", staring at the painting on the roof, repeatedly confirmed, absolutely not wrong, I have heard the mythical story of Jingwei's reclamation since kindergarten, unless there is such a person called Jingwei in this world.

After this shocking discovery, Hua Mian stopped sitting idlely, got up and ran to another pavilion not far away, and did not sit down when he entered the pavilion, but raised his head to look at the top.

Sure enough, the painting on the top of this pavilion is also made up of eight different painted paintings, and the story here is very different from the previous one.

It depicts a man running, and several pictures in a row are different backgrounds, but the theme is the same as running, and there is another one that is pitch black.

What's the story? What about running? Marathon? However, there is only one person on the picture, and it can't be a marathon, isn't that kind of event all tens of thousands of people participating together? Got it! Tell the story of the origin of the marathon, running from dark to dawn......

It doesn't seem right, the marathon accident will be a story of ancient Greece, and isn't it in the same dimension as the Jingwei reclamation depicted in the previous pavilion? It's the story in the Classic of Mountains and Seas over there, and when you get here, you go abroad directly?

But what other story is about running, if not a marathon? Hua Mian carefully looked at the painting on the top, mountains, rivers, flowers and trees, the background of each picture is changing, but there is one thing that always exists.