I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 182 Magic Pen Mary ()

After leaving and entering the ward, to He Si's expectation, Qin Jian, who opened the mirror gallery again, did not shy away and appeared directly in front of Yan Yan.

Although his appearance has become younger, Qin Jian, who is still an old court servant, has always been low-key, but now he is so straightforward. He Si can faintly feel his displeasure with Yan Yan, but she can't guess why. If it was because of the offense in the dream, Lin Huan and Deng Lin had never been polite to them in their respective fields, but He Si had never seen Qin Jian being angry with those people, or even showing it to them. Many emotions.

If he really recalled it, Qin Jian seemed to have been angry at Song Ya because she wrapped her toes with sharp silk threads. He Si's face turned red when she thought of the scene of being held by Qin Jian in her arms, and she quickly put her thoughts aside. Going back to the matter at hand, could it be that this time... it was because the matter involved Xiao Shitou?
Compared to He Si, Yanyan's heart was even more turbulent at this moment. Although she had seen this man's abilities in dreams, she didn't expect that his abilities could be easily controlled in reality. Yanyan looked at the place where the two people appeared out of thin air, and then thought about the only thing this man had in her memory. He made several moves and showed envious eyes.

Yanyan has a cheerful personality. She did not hide her surprise and said openly: "It's amazing. I didn't expect to meet again so soon."

Qin Jian didn't answer, just nodded. The atmosphere in the room was a little cold for a while. He Si wanted to say something to lighten the atmosphere, but in the end, social fear prevailed, and after holding it in for a long time, she could only smile with a slight embarrassment.

He didn't care about the words, shrugged, and said with sincere eyes: "I'm sorry about the dream."

"No wonder you, your behavior was under the influence of cultural relics and not entirely your intention." The voice was hearty, and a head popped up from behind Qin Jian and He Si.

"Ah, it's you..."

"Why, you just greeted me with ink and an inkstone a few hours ago, almost causing me to fall over and eat shit, and now you don't recognize people anymore?"

"No," a blush of embarrassment finally appeared on Yan Yan's pale face, "I'm sorry, I just didn't expect you to come too. Are you guys?"

Fan Yu looked at the unfinished expression of his words and understood. He pointed at Qin Jian and then at himself and said: "Superior and subordinate."

After saying that, he felt that it was not enough, so he changed the direction of his stretched out hand slightly, pointed at He Si and then at Qin Jian and said: "They are also superiors and subordinates."

"Pfft." Yan Yan couldn't help laughing, and the cold air in the room finally became warm because of Qin Jian.

Fan Yu wanted to strike while the iron was hot and get to the point, but Yan Yan, who was sitting upright on the hospital bed a moment ago, suddenly fell sideways. The whole process happened without any warning. Not to mention the bystanders, even Yan Yan himself who fell on the bed a moment later blinked. He blinked his eyes twice, as if he didn't know what was going on.

"What are you..." Fan Yu stood in front of the bed and wanted to reach out to help him, but when he saw the slightly thin medical gown on the bed, he retracted his hand, "What's going on? The kind of disease you mentioned ...has an attack?”

Yanyan was not worried at all, he sat up again, looked at a few people and said, "I'm used to it. I often faint like this for no reason, and my consciousness is very clear. I just watched the ceiling change direction. Now Still a little wobbly.”

"Is it... so serious?" Seeing such a scene with her own eyes, He Si couldn't help but feel anxious.

"It's okay," Yan Yan blinked her eyes and raised her chin towards Qin Jian, as if she was comforting He Si, "Didn't your subordinate say, let me enjoy life to the fullest, and when I really can't do it anymore, he Will send me to my eternal home.”

"I'm sorry." He Si said solemnly.

"It's really okay. I'm not afraid anymore. Could it be that you went through all the trouble to wake me up just to apologize to me?" The dizziness came and went quickly, and Yanyan returned to his playful look. , "Aren't you looking for your Suanni friend?"

"Although it's a bit presumptuous, I would like to ask Miss Yan to recall the scene before coma. Are there any strange details?" Qin Jian asked first. "My surname is Tan, but you don't have to call me Miss. It's better to get used to it."

"Talk, Yan Yan, that's what you meant." Qin Jian didn't push him, and followed Yan Yan's words.

"Actually, I have thought about this matter after I woke up. What made me enter the dreamland? After all... this matter is also closely related to my own interests." Yan Yan smiled, then showed a look of helplessness, "It's a pity. , I really didn’t think of anything strange. During this time, I was writing in retreat, and my daily routine was very consistent. It was almost half past nine when I fell into coma. I would meditate at this time every day, and it was the same that day.”

"Meditation?" Fan Yu obviously didn't expect this answer.

"It's not meditation that helps people relax, like yoga, but seize the time when the mind is clearest, and use meditation to conceive the development of the story. This is the most important time in my day, and it directly determines the direction of the story."

"Can you tell me the story you came up with that day?"

Yanyan spread his hands and said, "You have also seen it. The new story I created is called "Magic Pen Mary"."

"Magic Mary?" Fan Yu was amused by the girl's nonsense. Thinking of what he had seen in his dream, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you that Mary?"

"It's not originally. Ma Liang relies on painting, and Mary relies on writing. It makes sense, right?" Yan Yan did not flinch because of Fan Yu's obviously teasing smile, and remained calm and generous. "The protagonist of this book is a A young girl traveled around the world with the Wu Xin Zhuo pen passed down to her by her master. On the day she fell into coma, I was writing about her experiences in an ancient village. Unexpectedly, as I was thinking about it, mist suddenly rose up from all directions. I thought it was me. I was distracted, but when my hand sank, I lowered my head again, and saw a dark pen falling on my palm, and it was exactly the same as the Wu Xin Zhuo pen I had imagined. In this way, I became the magic pen Mary."

"So when we first met you, you always thought you were in a book?"

"Who can really tell whether it's the person who wrote the book or the one who was written about?" Yan Yan looked at He Si and said, "I think I fell into a coma at that moment."

"Then..." He Si thought for a moment and said, "Does that ancient village have any special settings?"

"There are quite a few. Do you know Nuo opera?"

He Si shook her head honestly and looked at Qin Jian candidly.

"What Miss Tan is talking about is an opera that originated from ancient Nuo rituals. It is a culture related to the primitive beliefs of totem worship in ancient times. It inherits the etiquette and customs of primitive society and goes down to performances to worship and entertain gods. It covers a complex range "It has various forms of expression, and the true origin and formation of this culture is still unclear." Qin Jian shook his head with regret, "The roots have not yet been found, but the inheritance has been lost."

He Si was temporarily unable to care about the inheritance of culture, and she only focused on finding people: "Will there be any clues about the little stone?"

Qin Jian frowned and said nothing. After a long time, he still shook his head: "I can't think of a reasonable connection."

He Si lowered her head in disappointment. She repeatedly combed through the narrative in her memory, but still could not find any trace of the small stone.

Fan Yu was accustomed to encountering obstacles in the process of handling cases. Since he could not find any clues from the unconscious place, he immediately changed his mind: "This matter may have nothing to do with the work you are creating. Could you please tell me the story of Sitting upside down Guanyin?" What’s the purpose?”