I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 161: Book Journey ()
"How did you weave that web?"

"When did Ah Si learn to weave blankets?"

The two of them asked questions almost at the same time, and then they turned their eyes away from the disappearing miracle and turned to each other. Their expressions were unpredictable, but there was undisguised curiosity and admiration in their eyes.

"Chirp!" Xiao Jiu, who was obviously the first to take rescue action but was completely ignored now, screamed in dissatisfaction.

"Come," He Si waved, letting Xiao Jiu fall onto her shoulder, rubbing its head before saying to Qin Jian, "That time when you walked to the last point alone in the desert and saw the sand man attacking you, I thought Help, but even though the silk thread is sharp, it is powerless against fine sand. After that time, I have been trying other uses of silk thread."

"It turns out it's for me." Qin Jian nodded, with a satisfied smile in his eyes.

"It's not all for you," He seemed a little embarrassed, "Actually, I've had this experience several times. I obviously didn't want to cause harm, I just wanted to use the silk as a rope to fix my body or wrap around something, but it always happened because of it. It’s sharp but not strong enough, so you’re thinking about other changes, what about you?”

"Me?" Seeing that the question came back to him, Qin Jian did not hide it, "Ah Si should know that I am still in the recovery period and cannot use many of my abilities. I was afraid of holding you back, so I brought an ancient artifact to defend myself."

"Antique, what is it?" He Si's eyes lit up and she looked towards Qin Jian's slightly bent left hand.

Qin Jian put his hands behind his back and deliberately avoided He Si's sight: "What a coincidence, I brought a copper."

"Copper?"

"Or copper type."

"Copper... movable type, what is that?" He Si felt that the term sounded familiar, but couldn't remember it for a moment. She rolled the term on the tip of her tongue several times, and suddenly an idea came to her, "You mean movable type printing? "

Qin Jian nodded.

"You should have known about Yan Yan!" Thinking of Yan Yan's identity, He Si almost jumped up.

"Ah Si, you don't have to think so highly of me, it's just good luck. I learned about it from Fan Yu at the same time as you. But I didn't expect that the protagonist of this incident was a writer, and now we are here This game within a game happens to be her work. Although today's type is not printed with movable type, the history of printing in China originated from engraving and advanced to movable type. This copper movable type can be regarded as the ancestor of modern books."

"Show me." He Si couldn't help but raised her arm hanging by her side, and a rectangular body with the warmth of Qin Jian's palm happened to be placed in her hand at this moment.

"Is it... this?" He Si looked at the object in her hand in disbelief. It was yellow and heavy, and was somewhat similar to the surname seals commonly seen in tourist attractions. She was just about to turn over the long strip to see what words were engraved at the bottom, but she heard a bird chirping from around her. Through the long corridors, it was obviously not Xiaojiu's chirping, but it was extremely shrill and shrill. He Si's hands shook, and she realized that she was in a nine-winding corridor, surrounded by carved beams and painted pillars. The plum blossom that once made Zhu Ziqi stop to admire it was now beside her, and Yan Yan actually sent them to the temporary garden—— That day, Deng Chensha tricked their research group into dining together.

"Don't be afraid." Qin Jian immediately held He Si's hand, and the copper movable type also rolled back into Qin Jian's hand. "It's the word 'book'. It's a legacy of the "Collection of Ancient and Modern Books" printed during the reign of Yongzheng. The one I found together with Fan Yu was originally given to Director Deng for safekeeping, but I borrowed it back due to emergency, and I didn’t expect it to come in handy.”

As Qin Jian spoke slowly, He Si calmed down: "It seems we have to find the source of the sound."

"Don't worry. Judging from Ah Si's expression, it seems like we are revisiting our old place."

He Si's calm mind just now became confused again. Qin Jian added slowly: "It seems that there are stories about this place that I don't know about?"

He Si said nothing, just grinded her teeth and walked forward alone based on her memory.

Although the temporary garden is large, the destination is not difficult to find. According to the words, the inspiration for this story comes from the tidbits about her and Deng Chensha, combined with the sad bird song they just heard, their destination, It can only be the place where he ate that day - I didn't expect that Yanyan's data collection work was so detailed.

He Si walked so fast that even Qin Jian, who was accustomed to strolling around, had to take longer steps to catch up with her speed, but he still wanted to continue asking for trouble: "I remember one day Ah Si was chased by reporters. Having nowhere to hide, he finally followed me to Jingxuan for refuge. Could this be the crux of that incident?"

He Si paused as she walked forward, remembering the helpless feast, and said angrily: "What else in the world can I hide from Mr. Qin?"

"I was negligent. I was in a hurry to take you back to Jingxuan to eat wontons on the day of the Beginning of Winter. I actually forgot to ask you what happened, causing you to hide in such a mess."

For some reason, the word "wonton" drove away the big meal that was lingering in her mind. The figures of Fan Yu, Liu Rui, Guan Zihe and Xiao Shitou flashed through her mind one by one, and her tongue actually felt a little bit... Sweetness—just like when you devoured those chocolate-filled ravioli that day.

Qin Jian didn't seem to notice her change, so he took a few steps forward and came to the closed door first. He seemed to be blocking He Si, raised his head and read the two words on the plaque of the box: "Hesuo is quite unique."

After saying that, without waiting for He Si's reminder, Qin Jian had already opened the door to the box.

The door was very heavy and opened slowly in front of the two of them without making any friction sound. The private room was also very quiet, as if all sounds were absorbed by the thick carpet. There was no one around, and naturally there was no sign of the crane. They couldn't help but suspect that the bird song just now came from their own hallucination.

Qin Jian turned around and glanced at He Si, finding that she was staring at the floor-to-ceiling window on the west side of the room. There, the heavy curtains were pulled tightly, completely cutting off the scenery outside the window, as if they were deliberately hiding something. Qin Jian saw this and walked over slowly.

But before he could reach the window, a ray of silver light flashed past him, coming first and wrapping around a corner of the curtain, pulling it open entirely.

"Didn't I tell you before? Recently, I have studied a lot of new uses of silk thread." With a relaxed tone, He Si also came to Qin Jian's side.

"As expected of Asi." Qin Jian praised with a smile on his lips, but his body did not relax at all.

From his point of view, the sky outside the window was dim and it was a rainy day. It was not until this moment that Qin Jian heard the patter of rain hitting the eaves, as if the absorbed sound was released by the carpet again, but there was still no crane in sight. shadow.

"Weird." He Si couldn't help but frown.

"Don't worry, take a look again and see how this place is different from how you remember it."

"Different?" He Si forced herself to awaken that unpleasant memory - the huge mahogany round table, the matching Chinese chairs, the dining table with neat tableware, the elegant white walls dotted with ink paintings - she knew there must be something The place had changed, but everything looked the same as the scene in his memory. He Si began to regret his absent-mindedness that day.

"What about the roof, what's the difference between this mural of cranes chasing the sun?"

"Crane Chasing the Sun?" Before He Si raised her head, a shiver ran down her spine, "There were no murals on the roof here."