The spirit of the instrument was born in the world, through the hands of the world, nourished by it, and entrusted with its wishes. For thousands of years, he turned into a human form to find the old man. ——— inscription

"Do you believe that artifacts have souls?"

Xu Siyou stopped wrapping his fingers, raised his head and frowned at the cold-looking woman sitting opposite him. He felt that he was really crazy, otherwise how could he come to meet this crazy woman in front of him.

Xu Siyou was born in a Chinese family, and his great-grandmother was a young lady in a big family during the Republic of China, and later ran away from a foreign country due to a rough marriage. Because of this maternal grandmother, Xu Siyou's family has lived abroad for generations and has never returned to China. Xu Siyou has been full of longing for the motherland since he was a child, and he returned to the motherland alone as soon as he became an adult. After a few years of grinding, he has adapted to life in China.

Just a few months ago, a woman suddenly contacted him on the Internet, and the purpose of finding him was a blood-colored jade pendant that had been passed down from generation to generation in his family. This blood-colored jade pendant was handed down by his grandmother, who had fled to a foreign land, and his family had passed it down from generation to generation.

According to the story that has been passed down from generation to generation, this piece of blood jade was originally as crystal clear as snow, but because of the nourishment of blood, it has become this red blood jade today. However, these descriptions were only known from the words of his parents, and he had never seen what the real piece of jade looked like.

Until he returned to the motherland this time, before leaving, his father solemnly handed this jade pendant into his hands, "That great-grandmother of yours must also want you to bring it back to the motherland, to her hometown." ”

Xu Siyou didn't know why the woman in white in front of her knew about this jade pendant, and could clearly tell the color and texture of the jade pendant. Although her words were cold, Xu Siyou could clearly feel her dedication to this jade pendant.

The broken teacup beside him had been cleaned up by the waiter, and Xu Siyou's scratched fingers had stopped the bleeding. It's just that he didn't notice that in the previous panic, a drop of his blood dripped on the jade pendant of the brocade box. The moment this drop of blood dripped in, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had been absorbed by the jade pendant. Looking at the jade pendant again, it seems that its red is more gorgeous.

Seeing that Xu Siyou didn't answer and didn't care, the woman in white picked up the jade pendant in the brocade box, and repeatedly stroked the place where the blood dripped just now with her fingertips.

"I'll tell you a story."

The old man in the seat opposite was still concentrating on playing chess, and the tea beside him had long since disappeared. The people in the teahouse were drinking tea and talking softly.

Xu Siyou looked up at the watch on the wall of the teahouse, 3:23 was still early before his live webcast. In the few hours they met, he became a little interested in the woman in white opposite.

Xu Siyou raised his hand and made a gesture of please.

"Chang'an was the ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties, especially during the Tang Dynasty......

That year, the apricot blossoms rained lightly, and the entire Chang'an City was stripped of its previous bright colors by the drizzle, and it had a little more pure taste. The apricot blossom trees in Pingkangli, Chang'an City, were blown off their branches by the continuous drizzle, and they were all over the ground. Compared with the usual noisy Pingkangli, the bleakness at this time makes people feel a little rusty.

The girl sat in a small garden of thatched huts, and the drizzle of pear blossoms fell on her pink coarse cloth dress and into the basin of her wash. Qianqian's fingers were whitened from cold water, and she didn't care at all.

"Huilan!" A woman's voice came from the hut.

"Hey!" The girl lifted her immature face and whispered. Got up from the ground and lost sensation in his legs from prolonged squatting. She frowned, stretching her legs as she walked into the room.

"Huilan, send these clothes to your sister Wanqing in Xiyuan." The woman came out with a stack of clothes and handed it to the maiden. The woman looked about 24 or 5 years old, her skin was yellow, and her appearance was not outstanding. The most outstanding thing on the whole face is the eyes, although the eyes are beautiful, those eyes have a trace of blood in them, but they look out of place.

"Hey!" The girl answered briskly, and her legs moved. With one arm in his arms and the other half-lifted to block the drizzle, he walked out of the yard step by step.

Xiyuan was a lot deserted because of this drizzle. As soon as the girl walked into the West Garden, she heard a burst of laughter, and looked up at the second floor of the West Garden.

One of the women in a light blue gauze skirt glanced downstairs, just in time to see the girl standing in the drizzle looking up, and hurriedly waved her hand with a coquettish smile, and called: "Yo, the little talented girl is here!" What are you doing standing there in the rain, come in. ”

The rest of the sisters crowded to the window when she called and waved their hands in unison to let her in.

The girl didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly walked in with her legs raised.

The building of the West Garden is divided into three floors, the first floor is the lobby is basically bustling on weekdays, and today there are only a few guests sitting here and there due to the rain. The second floor is a private room and a small window room, and if there is nothing to do on weekdays, the sisters will laugh and chat in this small window room. The third floor is naturally the boudoir of each sister.

The girl walked up to the second floor with her clothes in her arms, and the sisters laughed for some reason.

Sitting on the outermost side in a green gauze skirt was the woman's sister Wanqing, about 16 or 7 years old, at the best of youth, with fair skin and delicate as water. The emerald green hosta pendant on her head was shaking with the trembling of her body.

"It's ready to be delivered so quickly." Wanqing stared at the clothes in the girl's hand, looked up and looked at the dew caused by the drizzle in her hair, "What are you doing in such a hurry when it's raining, and you're not in a hurry to wear it, look at you like a kitten." As he spoke, he chuckled with his hands over his mouth.

Wanqing took the clothes from the girl's hand and put a plate of mung bean cake in front of her, "Youwei, try it!" This is what your sister Mengdie's greedy cat bought in the rain when she went to Shen Ji in the east of the city. ”

"You're going to make fun of me!" Mengdie said with a smile.

"It's been raining all morning today, and I don't know when it will stop."

"I think it's good that there are fewer guests. Relaxed, so comfortable. ”

"There are no guests, where did you get the rouge gouache, where did you get the light gauze dress, where did you get the Shen Ji mung bean cake."

The girl picked up a piece and stood next to it while eating, listening to them chatting like this. There was an inexplicable bitter taste when she ate it, and she couldn't help but want to smile bitterly. This Shen Ji mung bean cake is famous for its sweetness, how can it taste bitter, probably because of bitterness.

Her name is Yu Youwei, the word is Huilan, and she was born in a family of Luotuoshi people. The mother is just the daughter of an ordinary poor family, and the father is a down-and-out talent who has studied and applied for the examination all his life, and the most correct thing he has done in his life is probably to devote all his efforts to this daughter and cultivate her to write poetry since childhood.

Yu Youwei has a pair of eyes that are exactly the same as her mother's, but these eyes have not been destroyed by the years like her mother, and there is a purity and nature in her eyes. Although he is only 10 years old, his beauty has already begun to be revealed.

Because of her father's cultivation since childhood, Yu Youwei can recite hundreds of poems at the age of five, and began to compose poems at the age of seven.

Although Yu Youwei knew that she was famous, the death of her father undoubtedly crushed the family, and she and her mother had to think that the Xiyuan sisters were born to wash and sew clothes.

What kind of place is this West Garden, a place where singing and dancing are leveled, a place where women and men mingle, and a place where men enjoy and listen to songs. Even if she is talented and learned, I don't know if one day I will have to become one of them because of life. This is probably the bitterness in her heart.