Four paintings framed in moire wood are hung above the main hall, which is simple and solemn.

Zhang Qiwen walked over, looked at the four paintings, and stiffened after examining them.

Zheng Dong was also dumbfounded, a little incredulous.

All four paintings are portraits, but their dates are clearly different.

The first painting looks like a copy of a pottery painting, with strong colors and rough brushstrokes that outline a broad outline, the figure's facial features are exaggerated, but the eyes are highlighted, and on either side of the figure's shoulders, six black holes are suspended.

Zheng Dong's gaze lingered on the six black holes for a long time.

The second painting is painted on the hide, which has faded, and the figure is dressed in simple clothes, with the same piercing eyes, and six black holes. At this time, the painting already has delicate brushstrokes, and the lines of the clothes are already very clear. Zheng Dong caught a glimpse of the inscription in the upper right corner of the painting.

"Zheng, Wang Xin."

"Zheng Dynasty ......," Zhang Wenqi muttered, "the first dynasty to unify China." Wang Xin, the first painter of the Zheng Dynasty. ”

"How do you know so much?" Zheng Dong pouted.

Zhang Wenqi sighed again: "I walk the rivers and lakes by my mouth, I know astronomy and geography, and philosophy and history. ”

Zheng Dong takes a closer look at the third painting.

Zhang Wenqi exclaimed: "Western oil painting!? ”

"Oh, I said the colors are so realistic, it turned out to be oil paintings." Zheng Dong muttered, and then a strange look appeared in his eyes.

At first sight, he felt this way, Zheng Dong touched his nose.

"Oh my God, this painting is you! It's you who grew up! Zhang Wenqi exclaimed, pointing to the painting, his eyes spinning back and forth between Zheng Dong and the painting.

Zheng Dong frowned, indeed, this oil painting is too realistic, and the facial features are too similar to Zheng Dong, and at the same time, Zheng Dong noticed that there was no black hole on this painting.

In the lower left corner of the painting, the time is marked, but the author is not indicated.

“6586……”

"In 6586 A.D., when Westerners were just rising, there was a book called "The Wealth of Nations"," Zhang Wenqi knocked his head, his eyes suddenly lit up, "I remembered, I saw this book, and the portrait of the author on the title page is this!" Wow, Zheng Dong, you also wrote "The Wealth of Nations"? ”

"Not me." Zheng Dong shook his head, full of doubts in his heart, and he looked at the fourth painting.

It is also an oil painting, and the figures in the painting are at least seventy percent similar to the third.

"Father of the Industrial Revolution, Aried!" Zhang Wenqi screamed, "No, Zheng Dong! ”

"Oh my God, how many identities do you have?" Zhang Wenqi looked at Zheng Dong and said in a lost voice, "You won't be an old monster who has lived from ancient times to the present thousands of years old, right?!" ”

"I'm only fourteen years old, I'm very tender!" Zheng Dong shook his hand.

"Then these paintings," Zhang Wenqi turned his gaze to the four paintings, his eyes trembling, "I now feel that the people in the first and second paintings are also very similar to you!" ”

"I don't know." Zheng Dong bit his lip, he seemed to have touched the secret boundary, but he still didn't think of anything in his mind.

After thinking about it for a long time, Zheng Dong couldn't guess the truth behind it, he simply didn't think about it, and the vitality of a teenager appeared on his face, and then said: "Wait, wait until you enter the secret room, maybe everything will be revealed." ”

"Wait a while, I'll take a break," Zhang Wenqi was still in shock, and sat on a Taishi chair, "I actually walked with the Enlightener." ”

"You know about the Inspirer?!" Zheng Dong raised his eyebrows.

"I don't know." Zhang Wenqi said, "But don't you think it's a little strange? I seem to have guessed the meaning of some of the inspirers. ”

"What?"

"You see, the first of these four paintings was probably in the era when our ancestors progressed from a primitive society to a slave society, and the phenomenon of using fire suddenly appeared on a large scale throughout China as mentioned in the history books."

"The second one is obvious, in the early days of the establishment of the Zheng Dynasty, at the end of the Warring States Period, which lasted for nearly a thousand years, a strategist surnamed Zheng appeared in the Liang State to help the Liang State dominate the world, so the Liang State even positioned the country name 'Zheng' when it established the dynasty. But this did not appear in the canonical history. ”

"The third one is undoubtedly the author of the Western Wealth of Nations, a great figure who promoted the rise of the West with a book."

"The fourth, the father of the Industrial Revolution, Aried, a Westerner, has a Oriental face!"

"Is that what 'enlightenment' means? There should be more secrets. Zhang Qiwen went to make a cup of tea, came back to look at the contemplative Zheng Dong, and said, "You don't have to think too much, as you said, everything will be clear when you enter the secret room in a few days." ”

Zheng Dong got up and walked to the door, the cool breeze passed through the hall, making people's clothes flutter.

"I'm thinking, after I know," Zheng Dong glanced back at Zhang Qiwen, Zhang Qiwen saw those suddenly unfamiliar eyes, and trembled suddenly, "Am I still me?" ”

Zhang Qiwen faced those eyes, and suddenly felt that he was looking at a dark and cold abyss again, and approached the abyss uncontrollably.

"Yes, of course!" He struggled to break free, screaming violently.

The abyss disappeared, and clarity and immaturity resurfaced in his eyes, and Zheng Dong was in a trance.

"Big brother!" Zhang Wenqi breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly ran to Zheng Dong's side, "The look in your eyes just now is like carrying a big mountain, vicissitudes and seeping people!" ”

"Get out of the way! I'm very young. Zheng Dong stuck out his tongue.

Zhang Wenqi was completely relieved, took a sip of hot tea, and then handed it to Zheng Dong: "Do you want to drink?" ”

Zheng Dong's disgusted gaze came.

"Haha," Zhang Wenqi laughed, then looked at Zheng Dong and said, "Do you want to hear my story?" ”

"Your story?"

"yes, don't you think it's a haste to come with you without thinking?"

"Uh, sort of."

"Actually, like you, I'm an orphan."

"Oh?"

"I, ah, should have been a great jinshi, a natural prime minister."

Zheng Dong's original sympathy was gone.

"What's your expression? Seriously, I'm 23 years old, and I happened to be lifted 10 years ago when Korea was overthrown. Do the math, how old are you? ”

"Thirteen?!"

"yes, I'm a genius! Especially in the social history and physical sciences. ”

"My rhetoric has been called a genius by the examiner. My physical sciences, full marks! It's not that I'm blowing it for you, it's just that the laws of physics, I thought about it when I was a child! ”

Zhang Wenqi ran back to the house, came directly with a porcelain teapot, and poured another cup of tea.

"But, jealous talent! The revolutionary army overthrew Korea and made me miserable. I was on my way to the capital when I suddenly saw the fleeing officers and soldiers and refugees on the road, saying that Korea was gone, and Korea was dead. I didn't believe it, so I rushed to the capital, but when I arrived in the capital, I happened to see the revolutionary flag raised. ”

"When those people saw that I was still dressed in the clothes of the previous dynasty and holding the scriptures, they immediately arrested me and called me a spy."

"I'm only thirteen years old, and I'm not a spy."

"In the end, I was released, but to be honest, I watched the revolutionary government come to power in the capital, and I always felt that something was wrong.

"When I got home, I found out that my house had been checked, my father was the head of a county and was shot, my mother was missing, and there was nothing left at home."

"But there's no way, I'm talented, self-made," Zhang Qiwen held a teacup, made a drinking gesture, raised his head, and covered his side face with his sleeve, "A person, ten years, doing business, studying, supporting himself, when he has money, he can even go to the best Qinglou in the province to wander!" ”

"I don't know what your identity is, if it's really the enlightener, I will admit it, and I will be cheated by you." Zhang Wenqi put down the teacup and wiped away the tears by the way, "I'm a genius, maybe I can help you." In addition, I am also curious, what is the so-called truth? ”

Zheng Dong was speechless, looking at the mountains and blue sky in the distance, the four paintings appeared in front of him, and the people in the paintings all looked at him, Zheng Dong was not timid, but had a sense of pride, forced his eyes away, and the four paintings all dissipated.

I am me! Whatever it was, at least in the fourteen years since I was picked up from the wild by the priest, I am me!

Truth, Enlightener?

Let me see! What exactly.