After Qin Yanan left, Liu Changan remembered her great-grandmother Ye Sijin.

Many, many years ago, Ye Sijin was like a girl with grievances like cloves in Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley".

The color of cloves, the fragrance of cloves, the sorrow of cloves.

Walking through the alley, Ye Sijin with an oil-paper umbrella, her sorrow definitely did not come from moaning without illness.

She, like Qin Peng, was the backbone of that era.

The wind bones of that era were not the poems written by any masters of the Republic of China, nor were they the emotional satisfaction brought by Tagore in 1923, the wind bones of that era were on a small boat in Jiaxing South Lake.

Ye Sijin has passed away, and Qin Yanan's birth is probably Qin Peng's greatest comfort and remembrance.

It's really like, Liu Changan sighed, and looked back to find that the scattered old people had gathered around.

The cunning sophistication is the survival instinct of the wise and the wise to protect himself as he grows older, and the unknown and new things always make the old people uneasy, when the group of people left, leaving only the familiar Liu Chang'an, he naturally had to come to point out and express his views as an elder.

"Xiao Liu, did you provoke someone?"

"That woman is a good child. ”

"I've seen this kind of tank, and that's what I was escorting the chief back then. ”

"What the hell is this for? Is it going to be demolished, I won't move, I won't die. ”

Liu Changan smiled, closed the car door, took the car key and trotted away, for him exercise is essential, even if jumping off a building is a straightforward way to improve the body is more effective, but it is not suitable for repeated actions.

According to the original new route, after returning from the train station, the idlers watching the freight car had dispersed, and Liu Changan re-entered the carriage and looked at the bronze coffin.

Qin Peng obviously didn't tell Qin Yanan about the bronze coffin, and Qin Yanan even thought it was just a precious craft copy, after all, the paintings on the coffin were too fresh, and the dark patterns of those inscriptions were too exquisite, not like antiquities.

Liu Changan can feel the ancient meaning of precipitation, as if it is surrounded by the bronze coffin, which cannot be seen or touched, but it cannot be said that it does not exist, just like a magnetic field.

This kind of magnetic field is especially dense and significant in major museums, those antiquities that have passed through thousands of years of history, condense the countless changes in human history, and re-unfold the pictures that have been buried in the long river of time in the eyes of those who read them.

Who would know that the forgers of those treasures of the country, in the process of refining mud, water and fire, did not think about the ambition of passing on the inheritance, and wanted to make the amazing eyes of future generations bloom when they see each other again.

Liu Changan stretched out his hand and gently stroked the yellow hooked thunder patterns around the cover, there is a high mountain, the mountain is isosceles, standing in the center of the picture, the double dragon crosses the mountain, the dragon's tail surrounds an ancient jade, and two yellow ribbons tie the double dragon.

According to common sense, the name of the deceased should be engraved on it or other words, but it is empty, which is very abrupt and eye-catching.

There was no match between the lid of the coffin and the coffin, not even a single hair could be inserted, only the seams could be faintly seen, so small that it was almost none.

The coffin, of course, the most important thing is the person or corpse lying inside, the bronze coffin that is more than 2,000 years old, the soul sealing ceremony, and the pattern of the phoenix and the dragon...... What does that mean?

After the Qin Dynasty, there were very few bronze coffins, and gradually there was a legend that the bronze coffin was a murderous coffin among the people.

Of course, Liu Changan is not afraid of any murderous coffin, he knows very well that the murderous coffin is actually just because the deceased was extremely vicious during his lifetime, and the ancients believed that these murderous or heinous murderers of the peerless generation can only seal his soul with a bronze coffin, lest he be reincarnated and come to the world again.

Of course, there are also those who believe that bronze coffins can seal the spirit, so that the deceased can preserve the last living soul and wait for the day of resurrection, such as the huge coffin of Zeng Yihou.

These are just superstitious thoughts, people cannot be resurrected after death, and Liu Changan has never seen the dead resurrected and reborn.

Unless you are not old and do not die.

For the study of cultural relics and archaeological research, the age, pattern, tomb site and burial and burial findings of the coffin are very important.

Liu Changan does not do research in this area, for him, on the contrary, the person or corpse in the coffin is the most important, the coffin in front of him is obviously collected by Qin Peng for various reasons, and it was not left to the cultural relics research institutes and cultural bureaus, otherwise he could not be directly sent to Liu Chang'an.

There is no trace of the coffin being opened, and the production process and precision of many ancient cultural relics are difficult for modern people to understand, and even cannot be opened and decomposed in a well-preserved situation, which is the case with this coffin in front of you.

Liu Changan's fingers circled around the coffin, tapping gently, here may be the bones, once amazing and brilliant in his lifetime, here may be a treasure, comparable to the seal of the country of the He family, here may be a mysterious ceremony, recording the lost tribes and civilizations.

Or maybe there's a ...... lying in there. Person?

Without complete certainty, he will not destroy the things inside, and if he does not have enough information, Liu Changan will not rashly open the coffin lid, there are no ghosts and gods in the world, but it is not without taboos.

Liu Changan closed the carriage door, although Qin Peng's meaning Liu Changan had already understood it, and felt a little troublesome, but it was only a matter of decades, so he didn't have to care too much, just like Qin Peng would love this great-granddaughter the most when he looked at Qin Yanan's appearance, and for Ye Sijin's sake, he would also take care of Qin Yanan.

As for Qin Yanan's comprehension of other meanings, Liu Changan didn't mind, people's emotions were more ethereal and difficult to figure out than floating clouds, and they would disperse after a while.

Packed up the old books in the room, think about should go to the Shonan Museum, because of the ancient county of the country, Xiangnan has always been a large province of Han Dynasty cultural relics unearthed, among which the tomb of Xin Chai and the Mausoleum of the First Emperor are listed as the world's top ten precious tombs, the most important of which is to unearth a large number of documents.

Or being able to find some clues in it, or get some hints, or even just let yourself recall something.

After too much experience, there is no way to clean up all the memories, and you can retrieve relevant information at any time, after all, the human brain is not a computer, and you can find references by entering keywords.

Liu Changan didn't go directly to the museum, looked at the time, and came to the school slowly, but he was still late.

In the last days of the third year of high school, I was lazy and nervous, and everyone relaxed about all kinds of discipline, of course, the nervous thing was the review, Liu Changan came to his seat and also took out the review materials, instead of Yuan Mei's "Zi Bu Si".

An Nuan's nose is only a little red mark of skin abrasion, a girl of this age, the recovery and healing ability of the skin is still very good, and there is no need to worry about such an unsightly scar left by such a small injury, so An Nuan did not raise her hand to cover the scar on her nose, but there were people who knew that her nose was smashed by Liu Changan with a volleyball, and giggled at her from time to time.

"I went home and was scolded half to death by my mother, and then quickly took a photo of my nose injury and posted it on Weibo, with a pitiful coquettish expression, my God, she is really too deep into the play, as if I am herself on Weibo, and I am there every day to interact with fans. An Nuan shook her head unbearably, "I have a trumpet, let's pay attention to each other." ”

"I think your mom manages this account very well, and it looks cute. Liu Changan looked at An Nuan, "Your mother should be very good-looking." ”

"Can you speak seriously!" An Nuan was funny and angry, "My mother is sharp-tongued in reality, and when she meets a young man like you, you want to be a new person if you can train you." ”

"No, I had a good conversation with her. Liu Changan shook his head and took out his mobile phone, "You see, we chat from time to time, talk about life and ideals, poetry and literature, songs and movies of the eighties and nineties, Indian movies and the customs of small islands in the South Pacific. ”

An Nuan was dumbfounded, snatched Liu Changan's mobile phone, flipped through the chat records, and there were really long, long chat records, and the content of the chat was varied, from astronomy and geography to the gossip of the county sand market, everything included.

"Didn't you already know that this account was mainly used by my mother?" An Nuan looked at Liu Changan incredulously, after all, everyone's online social objects are basically peers, and the generation gap of the era is even more clear on the Internet, everyone even has a different style of emojis, how can they chat?

"I know, that's why we can continue to chat. If it were you, how could we have so many topics?" Liu Changan said as a matter of course.

An Nuan pressed her chest to calm herself down, sure enough, it was time for people like Liu Changan to break off his friendship with him, usually he sent him messages, he was always extremely slow to reply, I didn't expect to be able to talk to her mother like this...... Ignore the young and invincible beautiful girls around her, but she can chat with women so happily, how can she balance An Nuan?

"Break up. An Nuan was going to be angry with him, of course, he didn't mention the fact that the trumpets paid attention to each other, and he must have no interest.

"Nope. Liu Changan refused.

"Friendship must be severed. An Nuan opened the book with a huff, snatched Liu Changan's mobile phone again, and carefully flipped through the chat records between him and her mother.

"It's all broken, you still snatch people's mobile phones and look through other people's chat records?" Liu Changan looked at An Nuan incomprehensibly.

"The goosebumps I see are up!" An Nuan glanced at Liu Changan, and couldn't help but wonder if Liu Changan was ...... Like?

"His heart is not right, and there is evil in his eyes. Liu Changan looked at An Nuan's eyes and said.

An Nuan coughed lightly, what she was thinking about made her cheeks slightly red, she held Liu Changan's mobile phone and refused to give it to him, but she didn't look through the chat records anymore, she looked at the book on her desk seriously, anyway, she broke off her relationship, and she didn't want to talk to him today.