Zhang Yuhuan saw Zhou Tongchen talking to himself about the object, he was very curious, he had never seen such a strange person, so he quietly squatted aside and eavesdropped, but Zhou Tongchen said some extremely obscure ancient words, and he couldn't understand it.

Zhou Tongchen found Zhang Yuhuan who was listening, grinned at him, and the timid Zhang Yuhuan hurriedly ran away.

For several days, Zhang Yuhuan hid in the corner and eavesdropped on Zhou Tongchen's own words, as if there was another world in those words.

"Kid, do you understand?" Zhou Tongchen faced a bronze tripod and did not look back, but obviously asked Zhang Yuhuan, who was hiding in the corner behind him.

Zhang Yuhuan picked up the booth, only showing a small head, and responded cautiously: "I...... Do not understand. ”

"Since you don't understand, why do you hide behind me every day and eavesdrop?" Zhou Tongchen's voice was slightly hoarse, but his tone was very soft.

Children are the most outspoken in the world, Zhang Yuhuan said bluntly: "I ...... I want to understand ......"

Zhou Tongchen turned around, looked at the timid Zhang Yuhuan, bent down, and beckoned to him.

Since that day, Zhang Yuhuan has become Zhou Tongchen's only loyal listener, of course, as a speaker, Zhou Tongchen also takes care of his only audience, every time he says an ancient sentence, there must be a vernacular below: "The meaning is ......"

Under this kind of translation, Zhang Yuhuan also understood the content of Zhou Tongchen's own words, that is, history.

In Zhou Tongchen's words, these objects are witnesses of history, they all have their own souls, and they record history in a special way.

From poetry and songs, to biographies; As small as all living beings, a drop in the ocean; It is so big that it is more generational, the stars of the universe. There is always a world in Zhou Tongchen's narration that intoxicates Zhang Yuhuan.

On the last day of the summer vacation, Zhou Tongchen came a little late, holding a black package in his arms.

After communicating with the leaders of the museum, the black package was opened, revealing a golden sword, a luxurious thing that Zhang Yuhuan had never seen with his own eyes.

On the same day, the sword went to the booth, in an extremely conspicuous position, and Zhang Yuhuan became the most loyal audience of the sword.

When Zhang Yuhuan looked at the big sword in a daze, Zhou Tongchen's voice sounded behind him: "Is it good-looking?" ”

Zhang Yuhuan didn't look back, his gaze couldn't move, he just nodded vigorously: "Good-looking!" It's so pretty! It's majestic! ”

"This is the sword of the former Qin Ming Emperor Fu Jian." Zhou Tongchen looked at Jin Jian with a complicated meaning in his eyes.

"That's it...... Fu Jian, who has only been emperor for four years? ”

"Hmph...... That's right, it's him. Zhou Tongchen smiled and touched Zhang Yuhuan's head, this child is very likable to him and eager to learn.

"It's so beautiful, Grandpa Zhou, where did this sword come from?" Zhang Yuhuan finally looked away and looked up at Zhou Tongchen.

Zhou Tongchen sighed and said, "This is my sword, and now I donate him." ”

The word donation, as a nine-year-old child, is difficult to understand, not literally, but such a valuable thing, he can't imagine that Zhou Tongchen will donate it.

Zhou Tongchen looked down at Zhang Yuhuan's dark eyes, and said with a smile: "Grandpa is old and has no heirs, this kind of treasure can only be placed here, it will be better protected, if it loses its owner, it will be very pitiful." ”

"Aren't you the owner of it?" The young Zhang Yuhuan couldn't hear the meaning of Zhou Tongchen's words.

Zhou Tongchen said with a smile: "Yuhuan, grandpa is tired today, so he won't tell stories, grandpa wants to go home and rest, okay?" ”

Zhang Yuhuan nodded obediently: "Okay!" I'm going to take a good look at this sword for my grandfather! ”

From that day on, Zhou Tongchen never appeared again, and Zhang Yuhuan also remembered his promise, every day in addition to school, he would quietly watch Kui Longjian in the museum in his spare time.

Whenever someone came to visit, he would introduce it to him: "This sword, named Kui Long, is the sword of the former Qin Ming Emperor Fu Jian, and it was donated by our consultant, Grandpa Zhou Tongchen!" ”

This introduction is half a year.

During the winter vacation, when all the children were immersed in various entertainment projects, Zhang Yuhuan was still sitting next to Kui Longjian, looking at the colorful scabbard, and fantasizing that he could stand with a sword and slash demons.

However, in this kind of winter, few people will patronize a place like a museum, so Zhang Yuhuan also lost the opportunity to introduce Kui Longjian, he began to learn from Zhou Tongchen's appearance, chattering about these cultural relics, and reciting the story of each cultural relic.

He began to believe that these cultural relics have souls, not just listening to his own stories in the display case, invisibly, as if they have some kind of connection with himself, but they are extremely ethereal and elusive.

The door of the museum was pushed open, and a figure slowly walked in with a wheelchair, but the lights in the museum were dim, and the figure could not see clearly in the sunlight.

It wasn't until he got closer that Zhang Yuhuan suddenly discovered that the person sitting in the wheelchair was Zhou Tongchen!

Zhang Yuhuan ran a few steps, squatted in front of the wheelchair, held Zhou Tongchen's hand, his face was full of disbelief, he looked the old man in front of him up and down, his mouth and eyes were crooked, and he couldn't stop trembling slightly, he had already had a stroke.

"Grandpa Zhou! Grandpa Zhou! What's wrong with you...... Do you still recognize me? Zhang Yuhuan had never seen a stroke patient, and he was shocked and frightened.

Zhou Tongchen shook his head and glanced at him, his face was expressionless, but he said vaguely: "Rain...... Yuhuan. ”

Zhang Yuhuan burst into tears in an instant, nodded and said, "It's me, it's me, Grandpa Zhou, what's wrong with you?" ”

Behind Zhou Tongchen was a slightly chubby woman, leaning down and saying, "You are Yuhuan?" Grandpa Zhou has been thinking about you for a long time, I really can't resist him, so I follow his wishes, and he said that he can see you here. ”

"Grandpa Zhou!" Zhang Yuhuan hugged Zhou Tongchen's legs covered with a blanket, but found that it was empty, and when he lifted the blanket, the empty trouser legs made him feel like he had been struck by lightning!

"He had a stroke half a year ago, an artery in his leg was occluded, his limb was amputated, and now his brain is rarely awake, and most of the time he is in a mess." The fat woman in the back said in a calm tone.

But every word, in Zhang Yuhuan's ears, was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, booming!

Raising his head, Zhou Tongchen was looking at Kui Longjian from afar, Zhang Yuhuan got up with tears, pushed him to stop in front of Kui Longjian's display case, one old and one young, just standing quietly in front of Kui Longjian.

I don't know how long later, there was an exclamation from the door, Zhang Yuhuan turned back suddenly, but saw that five big men had already entered the museum, and one of them used an iron rod to pin the door to death.

At the same time, the lights in the museum were also turned off in an instant, and the entire museum was powered off, which meant that the surveillance was also cut off.

And the doorman and the fat woman were instantly subdued by the big man, knocked unconscious, and thrown in the corner.

Zhang Yuhuan pushed Zhou Tongchen to hide in the corner tremblingly, secretly watching those big men start packing some cultural relics, the glass of the display case was broken one by one, and they rudely searched the small and soft objects in the museum.

"Hey...... Yes...... Hey......" Zhou Tongchen trembled and stretched out his hand and shouted at the big men.

The big men turned their heads and found Zhang Yuhuan and Zhou Tongchen hiding in the dark, and came forward, and when they saw that they were just children and old people, they also relaxed their vigilance, and laughed and said, "Scare Lao Tzu." ”

But at the same time, the big men also discovered the Kui Long Sword!

The first person directly took out the hammer and walked towards the Kui Dragon Sword.

"This sword, whose name is Kui Long, is the sword of the former Qin Ming Emperor Fu Jian......"

"If it loses its owner, it's like a child without its parents, it's going to be pitiful......"

"I'm going to take a good look at this sword for my grandfather!"

"He had a stroke half a year ago, an artery in his leg was occluded, his limb was amputated, and now his brain is rarely clear......"

Countless images flew through Zhang Yuhuan's mind like pieces of a puzzle, and he had imagined countless times that he could stand with a sword and slash demons, but now, Kui Long was about to be taken away.

He was so frightened that even his body began to tremble violently, those adults, would they kill themselves?

"Ah...... Hey......" Zhou Tongchen watched with trembling eyes as the big man walked towards Kui Longjian, struggling to stand up, but he no longer had legs.

"Grandpa Zhou......" Zhang Yuhuan looked at Zhou Tongchen timidly, and a sentence kept flashing in his mind: "I want to take a good look at this sword for grandpa!" I'm going to take a good look at this sword for my grandfather! …………”

Turning his head to look, the Kui Long Sword was flowing with golden light in the dark, as if it was about to make a final struggle, it was about to be taken away, and the roots of Zhang Yuhuan's teeth "gurgle".

At this time, Zhou Tongchen stopped shouting, his eyes were full of incredulity looking at Zhang Yuhuan, in his eyes, on the latter's body, a golden Qi was slowly rising, as if he had been sleeping for a long time before waking up, faintly climbing, enveloping the thin body.

Of course, the big men around you can't see it.

"Ahh Zhang Yuhuan finally shouted and rushed towards the Kui Dragon Sword.

As soon as the big men saw that this kid was going to make trouble, where could they tolerate it, so they hurriedly chased after him.

The big man led by him had already come to the front of the Kui Long Sword booth at this time, looking at the golden sword with satisfaction, but Zhang Yuhuan rushed over desperately, and the big man slapped the latter in the face with his hand.

Zhang Yuhuan only felt that this slap was like a thousand powers, and he pulled himself on his back, fell heavily to the ground, and his head fell directly under the booth, and the shadow in front of him was heavy and blurry.

"Get to work, hurry up." The leader of the big man commanded, and the rest of the big men continued to load other objects.

Zhang Yuhuan was slapped under the booth of the Kui Long Sword, and he looked up and saw the Kui Long Sword on the platform, so he forcibly cheered up and got up, shook his head, and a stream of heat soaked into his eyes along his forehead, dyeing his sight into a blood red, he turned around and climbed up to the booth with a hideous face, smashed the glass of the display cabinet with a punch, stretched out his bloody little hand to hold the Kui Long Sword, and looked condescendingly at the head of the big man.

The leader smiled contemptuously: "Little friend, we only need things, don't kill people, if you are obedient, I will stop beating you." ”

"Dreaming!" Zhang Yuhuan let out a low snort, and at the same time, with a "puff ridge", he pulled out the Kui Long Sword and held his hands at his side!

Zhou Tongchen in the distance saw Kui Long's sword body the moment he saw it, his eyes returned to clarity, full of shock, his hands were exposed, and he tightly grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair!