I collect cultural relics in the human world

She thought that after experiencing the chaos at night, it would be a sleepless night, but unexpectedly, after He Si returned to the hotel, she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, experiencing a rare good sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, my fatigue was gone and my face was radiant. He Si thought that the direction she and Qin Jian had guessed before was probably right, so there were no nightmares to bother her all night.

He Si looked at the time. At half past seven, she did not rush to the desert to see Qin Jian. Instead, she took off the red rope from her neck, untied the jade pendant she had brought with her since childhood, and then I put on the imperial beads in my pocket one by one and made a brand new bracelet. After doing all this, she walked through the mirror corridor and headed towards the earthen house in the desert.

Unlike at night, the door of the earthen house is now open. The soft light drives away the chill of early winter. The breeze brings warmth, and there is a rare fresh smell in the air.

Fan Yu stood under a tree outside the house and gargled. When he saw her, he said inarticulately: "Hey, here we come."

"Morning, where is he?"

Fan Yu raised his head and grunted a few times, spitting all the water in his mouth under the tree, and then replied casually: "Who is it?"

He Si was stunned for a moment, thinking that Fan Yu was teasing her again, but seeing Fan Yu's expression and unnatural movements of his whole body, he became convinced and asked, "Fan Chu is in a bad mood?"

Fan Yu seemed quite satisfied with being told the central issue, and praised him a few times: "As expected of He Si, she is much better than the other one."

"Oh..." He Si said in a longer tone, "Then, why did that one offend you?"

"It didn't offend me. He was injured and he was holding on there."

"Injured?" After He Si finished speaking, she suddenly thought of the scene before the Imperial House bracelet broke last night.

Jun Jiuzi did try to grab Qin Jian's injured right hand, but seemed to miss it. Qin Jian used his other hand to pull her up. Everything happened in a flash of lightning. When He Si thought about it again, she was not sure what happened at that moment. It seemed that the inadvertent pulling had aggravated the injury, and the Imperial House bracelet was torn off again and she could not get up. As for the protective effect, this detail was actually ignored by myself.

"You must have concealed it well." Seeing He Si's expression, Fan Yu also guessed what she was thinking, shook his head, and prepared to borrow a knife to kill.

"I'll go in and see."

"Let's see what's the use. It's best to teach him a lesson." Fan Yu gave some off-site guidance to He Si's back, and his mood finally improved.

Amidst the clamor, He Si walked into the inner room where Qin Jian was resting, opened the curtains, and the morning light poured into the room, driving away the darkness. The room immediately became bright, and a lonely figure was sitting silently. The old single bed looked quite depressed.

"Did you have a good night's rest?" He Si did not mention the injury, but came to Qin Jian and sat down on the edge of the bed next to him.

"Good."

"Really?" He Si turned her head and stared at Qin Jian, forcing his eyes to meet hers.

"It's just a minor injury." Qin Jian couldn't resist and looked down at his knees.

"Put out your hand."

When Qin Jian heard this, he turned to look at He Si, with a look of grievance in his eyes.

"What's wrong, if you don't stretch out your hands, how can I help you put on the bracelet?" He Si said, as if comforting a child, she took out a newly knitted bracelet from her pocket, "I can only knit women's bracelets. Just take it with you for now, and I'll fix it for you when you get back."

Qin Jian looked at the crooked bracelet in He Si's hand, and then looked at her eyes staring at him unblinkingly. His mood became much higher, and he finally stretched out his hand and said, "The women's version is also pretty good."

"Right." He Si responded casually, and carefully put the bracelet on Qin Jian's injured wrist. As if she was afraid of falling off, she tied it with a tight knot. When she saw the green thorns extending along the cuff towards her forearm, Climbing all the way, finally it swam out from the collar and produced bright red fruits. Then he was completely relieved and said, "I remember you said that the Imperial House has no healing effect, it can only prevent evil spirits. Is it right to be angry?”

"Yeah." Qin Jian's eyes were still on his wrist, and he responded absently.

"Although I don't know what evil thing hurt you that day, this injury cannot be delayed any longer. After this incident is over, I will accompany you to find Dr. Guan."

"Okay." Qin Jian did not refuse, but quickly agreed. As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and said towards the outside of the room, "Professor Jun is here."

"Don't forget to become Teacher Qin."

"I know, Ah Si is really worried." Qin Jian said with a cheerful voice. He had completely lost the gloominess he had when sitting alone in the dark room. However, his tall and straight body was a little lower, and he had become an old court official with an immortal air.

This time, not only Professor Jun, but also her student Chen Nian, Representative Wu and Xiao Wuzi, as well as Uncle Zhao and other villagers left behind in Shaquan Village also came to the door of the earthen house. Except for Li Chong who was still guarding the spring, everyone was here. It was obviously time to discuss matters related to the sacrifice. He Si didn't hesitate and followed Qin Jian outside the house.

Except for Jun Jiuzi, everyone else was stunned when they saw the frail girl with a scholarly spirit walking behind Lao Chaofeng. The villagers didn't say anything, and Fan Yu and Qin Jian didn't speak first. In the end, Jun Jiuzi broke the awkward silence first and asked hypocritically: "Who is this?"

Then came Uncle Zhao's extremely dissatisfied voice: "Why did you bring a stranger into the village again?"

"Hello, my name is He Si. I am a graduate student in ancient humanities and history." He Si ignored Uncle Zhao's dissatisfaction and silently explained in her heart that ancient architecture can be regarded as a branch of humanities and history. It's not a scam.

"Ancient humanities and history, what are you doing here?" Several villagers murmured. Representative Wu and Xiao Wuzi also looked at each other with distrust in their eyes.

"You said you wanted to arrange a sacrifice for the sacred spring, but when it came to the specific content of the sacrifice, you couldn't explain why. You just said that you would use the blood of the deceiver to comfort the spirits of the ancestors. How can you do that? So? We can only find foreign help," Fan Yu spread his hands and continued, "Don't think Miss He is young. She is very knowledgeable about the humanities and history of the ancient desert country, especially about various sacrificial activities, so we specially asked her to come and help. .”

"Sacrifice?"

"It's not your turn to speak yet," Uncle Zhao interrupted Representative Wu and looked at He Si with a sad look on his face. He was obviously dissatisfied with her age and gender. "You said this girl is here to help with the sacrifice?"

"This is not an ordinary girl. We all work for a living in the desert. Have you ever heard of Jingjue Country?"

"Are you talking about the exquisite queen who robbed the tomb?" Xiao Wuzi took up Fan Yu's words.

"How can you rob tombs? Those are all novels," Fan Yu quickly corrected, "But the place is similar. It's just that place, also in the desert. The last time we discovered the ruins, it was our Professor He who went there."

"Ahem." He Si couldn't help coughing twice when she heard that Fan Yu was getting more and more outrageous. She became a professor and even went to the Niya ruins.

"This is to remind me, it's confidential, I can't say too much," Fan Yu continued with a mysterious smile, "You know the ruins, they all have that... It was our Professor He who restored the scene The sacrifice was to rest the dead soul of the sun bird in the desert thousands of years ago, so that everyone could safely enter the ruins. After that sacrifice, she received the favor of the descendant of the sun bird."

Fan Yu's obviously exaggerated words had just finished, and the faces of the villagers showed obvious doubts. Xiao Wuzi couldn't help it, and took the lead in saying: "Brother, there is a limit to bragging. To return the favor of the descendant of the divine bird, why don't you Say she is the Queen of Jingjue, so you ask this girl to call a bird out and show it to me."

Fan Yu raised his eyebrows, but before he could speak, He Si shouted: "Xiao Jiu." The voice was not loud, and was almost drowned by the laughter of everyone. But following this sound, a black shadow hovered above everyone's heads, and then swooped down from the sky. When passing by Xiao Wuzi, his seemingly small wings stirred up a strange gust of wind, blowing his hat to the ground. Before Xiao Wuzi could react, the black shadow had already stopped in the palm of He Si's hand, and he flapped his wings twice, shaking off the morning light.

"Chirp."

"good."

He Si touched Xiao Jiu's head and looked around again. The original chatter had disappeared, and everyone was looking at her solemnly.

The sun shone from the clouds and dotted He Si's shoulder-length hair. The slender girl was like a new willow tree in spring, pliable and fresh. It was a vitality that no one in the desert had ever seen.

She tilted her head and looked at the divine bird in her hand with a calm and calm look, with a hint of pride hidden in it. The already fair face looked even more delicate under the contrast of the people in the desert. It looked like finely carved porcelain, with a transparent white color and a peach blossom-like blush. Under the morning light, she was the only one enveloped in a golden halo, like a divine girl falling from the sky.

The wind blew, and there was silence in the small courtyard that accommodated more than ten people.

Uncle Zhao opened his mouth twice, but still couldn't speak. Finally, Zhu Bin broke the silence: "I didn't see Professor He when we left last night. I wonder how Professor He came here?"

"I went to pick them up, and I didn't sleep all night," Fan Yu said randomly, "By the way, there will be a car of cattle and sheep coming later, also for today's sacrifice."

"Cattle and sheep? How can cattle and sheep be allowed! We agreed..."

"Professor He also told us, so we followed it."

Uncle Zhao was half angry. Hearing what Fan Yu said, he lost his temper when he saw the still quiet girl's chest collapsed again.

Fan Yu accepted it and let Uncle Zhao go. He looked at the other two people who appeared inexplicably and said, "By the way, we have something to discuss with Uncle Zhao. We have made an appointment to meet in the morning. Representative Wu and Wu I don’t know why you came here so early?”

"I was a light sleeper. I heard someone passing by the window in the morning. When I saw it was Uncle Zhao and the others, I followed them over to have a look." Representative Wu answered accurately.

"Oh, are you not used to sleeping?" Fan Yu clicked his tongue, "It's still early anyway, let's go back and have a rest."

"That doesn't have to be..."

"Yes, no, no, no..."

Before Representative Wu and Xiao Wuzi could finish their words of rejection, they were immediately interrupted by Uncle Zhao mercilessly: "You two send Representative Wu and Xiao Wuzi back to rest."

Xiao Wuzi looked bad and said, "Uncle Zhao, this is not good."

"What's wrong? Don't you see that we are busy here, joining in the fun, or you can leave now and go far away from the village. Of course I don't care about you."

"Hey, why bother? Let's go back and rest for a while. When this matter is over, Uncle Zhao will naturally entertain you well." Fan Yu didn't want to let them go, so he stretched out his arm and put it heavily on Xiao Wuzi's back, acting like two brothers. Although he looked good, Xiao Wuzi was bent over. He could only nod his head and agreed, and went home with the two helpers arranged by the village chief.

Fan Yu's cell phone happened to ring once. He looked down and said with joy, "The cows and sheep are here, I'll go and greet them."

"Then today's water should have been delivered, let's go together." After speaking, Jun Jiuzi caught up and left side by side with Fan Yu.

Uncle Zhao looked at He Si and Qin Jian who were silent in the yard, and then at Fan Yu and Jun Jiuzi who were in the wind at their feet. He immediately had an idea, turned around and pulled Zhu Bin away with him.

"Come on, let's go help get water too."

People in the room came and went quickly, and in the blink of an eye, only He Si and Qin Jian were left in the yard. Oh, and there was a little black bird that got carried away.

Seeing that He Si was still rubbing Xiaojiu's head, Qin Jian couldn't help but rub He Si's head and said with a smile: "If Si had a tail, it would have been raised to the sky just now."

"No way." He Si thought of the scene just now and barely maintained her facial expression. She gently lifted her palm up and Xiao Jiu spread her wings and flew away.

"Just be wary. Today can be considered as giving them a lot of experience."

He Si watched Xiao Jiu fly up to the eaves, and imitated Lao Chaofeng, putting her hands behind her back and saying in an old-fashioned manner: "Does this count as gaining experience?"

"Listen to Ah Si, do you have any other insights today?"

"Isn't there still something to do about sacrificial offerings?" He Si said, her confident expression just now filled with worry again, "Your hands..."

"It's just a sacrifice, and I don't need to do it myself. Please bear with me, Si. Let's go."

"Leave? Go now? Don't you wait for them?"

"Before going to the ancestral temple, I also want to visit the sand spring."

Although she didn't know why Qin Jian wanted to go to Shaquan, He Si agreed without hesitation: "Okay, I haven't seen Shaquan yet."

The sun rose quickly, its rays piercing the clouds and scorching the earth without any scruples.

At first, He Si was still walking in the shadows, but after walking out of the Tuwu Lane, there were only endless undulating sand dunes on the road to Shaquan, without even a leaf that could provide shade. He Si only felt cold when she entered the desert last night. Naturally, she did not expect the situation during the day. She was dizzy from the sun, and her fair face also had an abnormal flush.

"Wait a minute." Qin Jian said, taking out something from his wide sleeves and flashing it in front of He Si's eyes like a show off.

"What is this?" He Si was curious, but when she wanted to see it clearly, Qin Jian hid the thing behind her again, "What is it? It's mysterious and sneaky."

"Ah Si just made it with me the night before, and I forgot about it so quickly." Qin Jian said, holding the object in his left hand and coming to He Si's eyes again, and opened it with a snap, revealing a semicircular snow scene in the mountains. The picture was displayed in front of He Si's eyes.

"It's my lacquer fan!" He Si finally remembered it, her tone was joyful.

"I made the lacquer fan as a gift to you." Qin Jian emphasized, and as he spoke, he covered the folding fan above He Si's head to block her from the increasingly hot sunlight.

He Si looked up at the shadow above her. The breeze was blowing, the wind and snow were dancing, and no matter how much anxiety she felt, she dissipated.