The sturdy wooden door clicked, a crisp click rolled up in the key hole, a bright light peeked through the crack in the door, and the figure of a little boy appeared in the doorway.

The light behind the door illuminated the steps down in front of him.

"Hey, hey. ”

The cute little boy held the ice cola in one hand, and held the armrest on the other, and walked down cautiously, until the little hands touched the switch on the wall, he stood on tiptoe and pressed down, and the bright light suddenly illuminated the basement.

It would be a mistake to describe the basement as he saw it, even as a museum, as the variety and number of collections here.

The little boy was shocked by the scene in front of him, he could never have imagined that there would be such a huge and palace-like place under his house. He looked up at the door suspiciously, he remembered that his house didn't seem to be a tenth of the size of this place, right?

How can such a large museum be hidden under a small house?

His little head was now filled with big doubts.

It wasn't until the canned Coke made his hands red from the cold that he grinned and remembered the purpose of his sneaking here, put the Coke on the table, and ran like a gust of wind in the huge hall.

"Hmph, grandpa is really stingy, there is such a fun place, he even told me that I can't come in until I grow up, it's too much!" The little boy ran around the museum, completely oblivious to the fact that the space around him seemed to be conscious, folding and extending as he ran, like an invisible curtain of water.

Where the little boy ran, strange patterns spread on the floor that he couldn't see now, these lines flickered, and the road in the huge space was changing on its own, so as not to let the little boy get lost because of running around.

The museum has a wide variety of collections, including blue cubes that seem to be used for unknown purposes, huge skulls that burn with raging flames, jade slips that are arranged with a hazy glow, and robes that look extremely old.

In a corner of the museum, the little boy's eyes lit up like stars as he saw a crystal sword suspended completely in the air.

The sword was slender throughout, without a sword grid, and its azure color shone with crystals.

The little boy had a very strong intuition.

This sword is not so much a collection as it is enshrined here?

He hesitated again and again, but did not dare to touch it, because his grandfather often taught him not to touch sharp things easily, otherwise he would hurt himself if he was not careful.

The sound of running sounded overhead, and the little boy shrunk his neck, guessing that it must be his sister who likes "Iron Man" the most and thus likes to disassemble anything he sees is looking for him, and he can't help but be glad that he didn't bring the sister who dismantles the madman down here, otherwise he will definitely not be able to spare himself if she is messing around.

The little boy didn't dare to touch the strange-looking things, and his eyes were so strange that he couldn't see an old book on the shelf that looked very old.

He brought a chair and took down the book, hummed and carried the ancient book half his height to the table, and flipped through it with a cold coke.

In the ancient books, there are some photos that are also very old, black and white or color, starting from the photos of China's reform and opening up period, and according to the historical timeline, going back to World War II, World War I, the Second Industrial Revolution, and so on.

Although the little guy with smooth black hair is young, he usually reads a lot of books under the guidance of his grandfather, so he can fully understand these photos.

There was a large blank space in the next ancient book, which looked like a photo album, and he flipped through it impatiently, because he vaguely remembered that the earliest photographic technology in human history was born around 1837, and there should be no photographs before that.

Just as he was about to close the album, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he suddenly stopped.

At the end of the album, he saw an unusually bright and clear photo.

This photograph gives people a strong sense of disobedience, obviously facing a sense of heaviness that has experienced the vicissitudes of life, but it has a picture that far exceeds the accuracy of modern photography.

The photograph appears to have been taken in front of an antique hall, where a group of people in different clothes and appearances stood affectionately with their shoulders folded.

The little boy's gaze remained motionless, fixed on the plump black-robed man in the crowd. The man's eyes were full of tenderness and his gaze was deep, as if he could see him in front of the photo album across time and space.

For some reason, the little boy's eyes were clouded with a layer of mist.

"I said you naughty devil went to make trouble again, it turns out that you secretly got the key and ran here. The little boy's neck was cold, and he quickly turned around, only to find that it was his grandfather who had taken the unfinished can of Coke and froze it on his neck.

The old man in the coat shook the jar and said angrily: "Drinking less of this kind of thing is not good for your body." ”

The little boy nodded hurriedly, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stood up directly on the chair and hugged the old man, and said affectionately: "Grandpa, don't you blame me for sneaking here?"

The old man shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "You naughty ghost can't be stopped by anyone, you can see it all, what else can I do grandpa?"

The old man sat on the chair with his good grandson in his arms, and when he saw the photo, he was slightly stunned, and he didn't speak for a long time, and he could vaguely see the countless memories flashing in his eyes.

The little boy tugged at the old man's silver beard and asked reluctantly, "Grandpa, grandpa, can you tell me the story of this photo? Where is the place in the photo? Those people... Who are they?"

The old man's seemingly cloudy gaze fell on the crystal long sword through the layers of bookshelves, sighed that time is easy to get old, and hugged the little guy in his arms, the corners of his mouth curled warmly.

"There, it's called Qingyun Mountain. ”

"The man in the black robe standing in the crowd..."

"It's the human emperor of the land of Kyushu back then. ”

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