I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 158: Feeling at ease ()

He Si nodded, Qin Jian stopped talking when he saw this, and the two of them walked towards the parking lot silently.

Qin Jian knew that the opportunity was not to be missed. They needed a quiet time alone to reshape the illusion and let He Si enter the fog again. He Si naturally knew that she desperately wanted to wake up Yan Yan, but her steps were heavy and she could not walk fast. She felt sleepy and hit her at the wrong time. She yawned several times in a row. She couldn't resist it, so she simply let go and was taken over by Qin Jian. He held hands, patted his cheeks hard, and then opened his warm winter coat.

"What are you doing?" The delicate warmth in the palm of his hand suddenly disappeared. Qin Jian couldn't help but wonder when he looked at the girl's eyes that became wet from yawning and then looked at the clothes open in the cold wind.

"I'm too sleepy," He Si took it as a matter of course, "I need to freeze to stay energetic."

"There's no need to abuse yourself like this. If you're really sleepy, you might as well take a rest." Qin Jian said while gathering He Si's coat.

"I have something on my mind and can't sleep." He Si ruffled her hair roughly, looking like she was giving up on herself.

Qin Jian smiled, his eyebrows relaxed and gentle: "Wait here, how about coffee?"

"I didn't expect Mr. Qin to know about coffee." He Si teased her out of her temper. Suddenly she felt something was wrong, but she looked up and saw a handsome face that had nothing to do with the word "old", waiting for her answer with a smile. , and lowered his head guiltily, "Let's go together."

"It's okay, it's windy outside, and I can learn from Ah Si by the way. I really don't know much about coffee."

The two walked side by side again, but He Si took two steps and suddenly felt as if the street had been flattened. The buildings on both sides were only long and high, while the width became shorter and shorter, gradually turning into pieces of paper. She and Qin Jian walked among them, as if he were walking in a two-dimensional horizontal version of the game.

"what happened?"

As soon as Qin Jian finished speaking, the street scene unfolded again. The sun was shining brightly, the air was fresh, and pedestrians were strolling leisurely, nothing unusual.

He Si felt that her brain was jumping between chaos and clarity, and she cheered up and said, "I must be too sleepy. Let's go to the coffee shop quickly."

When I first arrived, I didn't notice that there were a lot of coffee shops on this commercial street. For example, at this moment, when the two of them stopped, there happened to be a coffee shop on their left. The shop was unusually deserted, which suited them to their liking.

Qin Jian opened the door, and a welcome voice sounded from the door. The bored uncle behind the bar raised his head, his eyes lit up, and his voice became much clearer: "What do you two drink?"

"A cup of Fuli Bai," He Si said, turning to Qin Jian, who was half a step behind her, and asked, "What about you?"

After I finished asking, I suddenly remembered what Qin Jian just said - I really don't know much about coffee, so I took the initiative and said directly to the uncle: "Let's have another latte."

Before she finished speaking, another voice sounded behind her almost at the same time: "American style."

"Huh?" He Si turned her head, her eyes full of surprise.

"Aren't you tired? At least you can help me get a cup of Fruit Blanc. Isn't a latte too much?"

"Didn't you mean..." He Si was stunned for a moment, then saw a little teasing in Qin Jian's eyes, and then said, "Bingmei style hurts the stomach."

"Then I'll drink a hot Americano."

"What's the difference between hot American coffee and Chinese medicine? Ah..." He Si seemed to have thought of something, "You shouldn't drink coffee as medicine."

"The taste is indeed similar," the uncle behind the bar said to himself, "hot mud."

Unexpectedly, someone would complain about the taste of coffee in her coffee shop. He Si was stunned for a moment. Thinking of the deserted crowd at the door, she felt it was natural. Qin Jian, on the other hand, spread his hands and looked helpless: "From the point of view of the origin of medicine and food, coffee can also be regarded as a traditional Chinese medicine. It is neutral in nature, sour and bitter in taste. It is used to treat depression, but it can refresh the mind."

Seeing the two of them bickering as if no one else was around, the uncle finally couldn't help it anymore: "What do you two say, listen to the beauty or the handsome guy."

"Listen to the beauty." Qin Jian immediately bowed slightly and pointed at He Si. "Okay, then let's have a cup of Furi White and a cup of latte. Wait a minute."

This was what He Si meant, but now she called out: "Wait a minute, two cups of Fulibai."

The uncle was just about to place an order when he heard the deep male voice say unhurriedly: "It's better to listen to the beauty."

"Is it settled?" As if he was afraid that the two of them would regret it, the uncle confirmed it again.

"It's settled." He Si felt that the uncle's words and deeds were very funny, so she couldn't help but squint her eyes after speaking.

The uncle seemed to think these two were cute, and he willingly swallowed a mouthful of dog food, clicked his tongue, and turned around to get busy. It was okay anyway, so He Si followed the uncle with her eyes, watching him go to the sink to clean the utensils, then turned around to mix the beans, and took out the milk from the refrigerator... As she watched, sleepiness came back to her. Everything was squashed by this sleepiness, and the uncle's body became flatter and flatter, as if he had turned into a prop puppet in a shadow puppet show, performing mechanically, losing the interesting and fullness of the previous dialogue.

Fortunately, when the sleepiness was at its peak, the smell of coffee mixed with a little bit of fruit acid and floral fragrance filled the room. He Si blinked again, and the uncle's fat body was already in front of her, and she handed two cups of coffee to their hands. superior.

"Ah, this is it!"

Without enough time to examine the doubts that appeared in her mind, He Si was attracted by the exquisite latte art on the coffee, and Qin Jian naturally noticed it - it turned out to be two portraits, one male and one female, holding a love heart in their hands. Although the latte art cannot accurately express the characteristics of the characters, it is obviously made for the two of them.

"Thank you." He Si said sincerely, holding a warm cup of coffee in her hand.

The uncle raised his eyebrows proudly: "You didn't have any hope for my coffee, right? It's okay. Many people are like this. You can tell by looking at these empty tables and chairs."

"But uncle really doesn't look like he loves coffee."

"No way, someone likes it."

"Is this your lady's shop?" Qin Jian guessed as he looked at the green plants by the window.

"It belongs to my daughter, but she likes to sleep in," the uncle smiled and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. "It's almost time. You should be able to see her when you sit down and take a few sips of coffee."

He Si hesitated. She vaguely remembered that she still had important things to do, but every time she tried to recall, a cloud of fog arose in her brain, which swelled to the point of pain.

"What's wrong?" the uncle asked, looking at the two people who suddenly fell into silence.

"us……"

We still have things to do, and we will see Qin Yuan again when we have the opportunity. This is what Qin Jian wanted to say, but for some reason, the words were intercepted when he reached his mouth. He suddenly felt that the uncle's proposal was very good. He had already run away after losing the Mirror Gallery. After a few days, you might as well sit down and rest for a while.

Wait, lose the Gallery of Mirrors!
A cold shiver suddenly rose around Qin Jian's body that seemed to be soaked in warm water. He put down the coffee and held He Si's hand tightly.

The pain in her hand woke up He Si, but her head hurt even more. If you let yourself go with the flow, this pain will disappear, but as soon as you think about it, bits and pieces of pain will occupy your brain. It was as if those thoughts were seeds rooted in the brain. Thinking prompted them to take root and sprout. The roots stirred up the nerves and the tips of the shoots pierced the medulla. But He Si did not give up. She held Qin Jian's hand with greater strength.

The scene of memory began to regress, before walking into the coffee shop, before walking down the commercial street, before leaving the bookstore, before the footsteps of the shopping guide appeared.

Not at ease.

It seemed that it was not just the characters in the book who felt at ease, but also herself later on. She was surrounded by sleepiness. Whenever she wanted to think or do something different, there was always an invisible force pushing her. Going in the arranged direction feels like being held hand and foot, like a puppet in a shadow play, like a character whose destiny has been arranged in a book, and those scenes like two-dimensional horizontal versions of games...

No, could it be that from that moment on we have already entered an illusion - the book of words.