I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 201 Reincarnation
He Si thought about the happy memories in her childhood, and suddenly felt a trace of sadness in her heart. Even though she harvested the most lobsters in the village that summer, she still made no friends and was still a wild child without a father among the villagers. , still failed to grow into a powerful person like grandma.

And now that I think about it, whether it is persimmons, fish or shrimps, my mother is rarely included in those joys.

Maybe she just survived, not came out.

Memories ran away, and He Si quickly stopped her thoughts. She wanted to divert her attention and concentrate on finding the exit to her home, but it was counterproductive because the mirrors at home all had her mother's shadow on them.

Her mother really liked looking in the mirror. She had seen her mother at her most embarrassing, mean and unreasonable moments. When He Si thought of her mother, she still had to admit that her mother was a beauty. When you are proud, you will look at the mirror with yellow flowers and a pretty face. When you are frustrated, you will be overwhelmed with sadness and your eyes will be full of sorrow. When you are crazy, you will cry and laugh in the mirror, and you will also chant: "The clear light of the jade box will no longer last, and the water chestnuts will scatter the moon wheel." "Loss", in the end, it is difficult to make the mirror perfect again.

A drop of tear fell on the mirror, and did not stop. Instead, it blurred away from the cold, smooth surface in front of me, and suddenly disappeared. Just like water melting into water, there is no trace left, leaving only a circle of ripples on the mirror surface. He Si looked at the mirror door showing the outline of the persimmon tree and thought, maybe it shouldn't be said that it was like water melting into water, because it was tears dripping into the river.

Thinking of this, for some reason, He Si felt dizzy, and He Si suddenly felt that the entire mirror corridor was blurry. It's not that the masonry has changed, but that the bustling mirrors around her have rippled like the water just now. When she looked out from the mirror door, it was as if she was looking up at reality under water, everything was surging towards the edge of distortion. He Si quickly rubbed her eyes, the tears in her eyes were wiped away, and everything returned to normal.

Is it because of tears? Or have I been in the Hall of Mirrors for too long? still……

He Si always felt that something was wrong, but she had indeed been thinking in the mirror corridor for too long. If she stayed any longer, she might attract Qin Jian's attention. She thought, giving up her doubts and no longer worrying about which mirror to exit from, but stepped directly into the ditch reflecting the moonlight and persimmon trees.

If those children who bullied He Si were still by the water now, they would see the moon reflected in the water suddenly shatter, and a woman appear stepping on the sparkling waves, floating like a feather on the moonlight and water. The snow-white face glowed with fluorescence, and on the shoulder sat a bird that was darker than the night, swaying among ghosts and gods, as if the Goddess of Luo was coming.

But there are no young people in this village for a long time, not to mention it is still late at night in winter, so such a wonderful scene can only dissipate in the wind alone. Only the old persimmon tree at the head of the village watched He Si's back gradually go away.

When the clock struck midnight, He Si finally opened the door to her home. The dim lights turned on. The coldness from the first hour of January was rejected, and the familiar smell of home came to her face. The smell of medicine, dust, grandma's breath, and the musty smell that lingered for a long time all made her feel at ease.

"Finally I'm home, it's a new year again, grandma, happy new year," He Si quickly walked into the house, letting herself collapse on the old wicker chair covered with sponge cushions and looking around, almost inaudible. He added, "And mom."

After resting for about five minutes, He Si did not wake up because of this. On the contrary, because of her peace of mind, her spirit gradually faded away. She forced herself to take a few steps toward the kitchen, wanting to open the drawer where her grandmother stored various dried herbs and look for Polygonum spp., but her mind was groggy and her eyelids had already begun to fight.

"Forget it, there's no rush at this moment." He Si comforted herself.

The reason why He Si came back to look for this kind of hay this time was because she remembered the ancient method. She wanted to use this kind of grass as a starter to brew a pot of wine. As for the cooking method, He Si had seen her grandmother do it since she was a child, so she was very familiar with it. However, this was her first time doing it herself, so she was not in a hurry. It would be better to wait until the sun came out and her body was well rested before taking a long-term approach.

She thought about it, obviously very satisfied with her arrangement, turned around and walked to her small bedroom, put on her clothes and threw herself on the soft bed. Her body was extremely tired, and a familiar and warm atmosphere came over her, and she fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.

This sleep was very deep but short-lived. When she woke up again, the moon was still hanging in the sky. He Si stretched out in front of the cold moonlight. Just when she was about to take her phone to check the time, she suddenly heard a rustling sound. When she heard the news, she quickly stopped moving and lay stiffly on the bed, listening.

The sound did not stop, but became louder in the silent night - it came from grandma's room. He Si's scalp was numb, and her limbs, which had become warm due to her sleep, instantly became cold as if they were wrapped around a snake. After her eyes adapted to the darkness for a while, she slowly climbed up from the bed. The strange thing was that Xiaojiu was not around, but she had no choice. She climbed out of bed gently and slowly, without wearing shoes, but barefoot towards Go to grandma's room.

The ground was very cold, but He Si couldn't feel it. She cautiously approached the direction of the sound, fearing that her heartbeat would be too loud and remind her of the person in her grandma's room.

Fortunately, the rustling sound did not change until He Si came to the brown wooden door with peeling paint. It seemed that whatever was inside the door was busy with its own affairs and did not notice He Si approaching.

He Si walked a little further and completely held her breath.

The door was not closed tightly, leaving a narrow gap, which seemed to be specially prepared for her. There was a rustling sound behind the door. Knowing that it might be a trap, He Si couldn't help but poked her head over and carefully put her right eye against the crack of the door - nothing. The room that had not been occupied for a long time was empty, with only some debris piled in the corner. Not even a living thing could be seen, but the sound clearly came from the open space in the room.

He Si thought for a while, moved a small step to the right, and moved her left eye to the crack of the door.

She didn't expect much, but the vision really happened. A slightly turbid moon-white piece blocked the crack in the door. It seemed to be some kind of crystal. Because it was too close, He Si's vision was blurred. She involuntarily stepped back a little, refocused her vision, and found that there was a black dot in the middle of the crystal. He Si blinked her eyes in confusion, but the black spot in front of her eyes suddenly shrank as if it had been stimulated. Only then did He Si realize that there was an eye in front of her, and someone like her was spying on her from behind the door.

He Si wanted to scream, but her throat was choked by fear and she spasmed helplessly. Her congested heart expanded rapidly, as if it was about to explode, and her lungs were compressed. Every trace of air was squeezed out, causing her to give up thinking in the lack of oxygen and drunkenness. I don't know how long it took, but He Si felt that she was breathing again, like the wind passing through the empty alley, the air passed through her dry throat. And through that eyeball, she saw another image - a figure that obviously did not belong to this time and space, but was very familiar to her - the girl who once appeared in her left eye, the girl who looked the same as her.

After taking off her goose-yellow skirt and coat, the girl was dressed in plain white, sitting on a small embroidered pier engraved with blue and white intertwining lotus patterns. She looked even more haggard. At this moment, she was sitting facing the mirror, holding the mirror given by the boy, rubbing it crazily on the mirror polishing brick, completely losing the tranquility of the ancient boudoir woman, her eyes were crazy and paranoid, and the rustling sound was caused by the mirror and the mirror. Caused by friction between abrasives.

What is she doing? Why did you suddenly grind the mirror? Why does it look so sad? Why do you want me to see this picture?

Although she knew that all these scenes came from the eyeball of unknown origin, in order to find out the answers, He Si forced herself to move forward a little more - they were all illusions anyway, no matter how scary they were, they were just illusions. He Si thought to herself silently. Be brave and look at the crystal that is getting clearer without blinking.

The rustling around her gradually subsided, and the woman stopped moving. There was a snap, and He Si realized that a tear had fallen on the mirror. what happened?

He Si suddenly remembered the tear she had shed just now in the Mirror Gallery. Could it be that the trance she felt after that was not her illusion? The Mirror Gallery really felt her tear and trembled because of that tear, just like The throbbing feeling that I had a thousand years ago?
All of this really happened.

He Si looked at the girl and the mirror in her hand again. A crack snaked in the mirror, but this should not be the reason why the girl was grinding the mirror crazily and crying. He Si thought that the young man who gave her the mirror should be gone.

Thinking of this, He Si suddenly heard the sound of kicking footsteps coming from behind, one heavy and one soft, stumbling, as if they were not coming from a living person. The cold sweat that had just stirred up his eyes had not dried up yet, and the chill ran directly to the back of his neck. He Si shuddered, and the scene in front of her was pulled away, and the black pupils dilated in the lens. In the end, the original moon was even attached to it. Bai turned into a night and disappeared without a trace, but the footsteps behind him were already very close.

He Si made up her mind and forced herself to turn her stiff body.

"Xiaojiu, don't come out yet!" she shouted, no longer worried about disturbing the people hiding in the night. The thread in her hand had already shot out in the direction of the sound, but the person in front of her was not someone else, but someone else. That girl.

"No!" He Si was startled and wanted to take back the thread, but it was too late. She could only watch as the thread passed through the girl's chest and fell to the ground due to her weakness. Fortunately, the girl didn't feel anything. Her face was covered in blood, her eyes were empty, and she was stumbling around like a zombie.

"It turned out to be another illusion. Fortunately, it was just an illusion." He Si muttered silently, but Xiaojiu still didn't appear. When she saw the scene in front of her clearly, her heart that had just been relieved became high again.

Dead silence, blood, and smoke, this is a land trampled by war, or in other words, she is standing in a huge Shura field.

The cold light of dawn was as cold as iron, reflecting the broken flags, broken weapons, broken armor and twisted corpses. On the bloody earth, apart from the girl in plain white, the only living thing was a dark horse.

The girl was still walking, tripping over corpses or foreign objects, groping on the ground, then gritting her teeth and getting up again. Her face was covered with blood that came from nowhere, some of it had turned into black scabs, but there were no tears.

He Si understood the girl's purpose. She was looking for her boy. He Si couldn't imagine how a woman in that era would rush to a battlefield thousands of miles away, just as she couldn't imagine now how a woman would search for her boy among the layers of broken limbs.

But the girl found it.

He Si saw a sudden flash of light in her empty eyes, and then her exhausted steps suddenly became light, and she ran as if reflecting on the past, nimbly passing over the fallen corpses, and rushed towards a person not far away. trench, and jumped in without hesitation.

He Si vaguely saw a touch of goose yellow that had been soaked in blood on the trench, which was very similar to the color of the sachet that the girl handed to the boy on the day they parted. Then He Si heard a whimper. It didn't sound like a human voice, but like a desperate little animal crying. The little beast dug, dug, and pulled in the blood-smelling soil, and finally held an indistinguishable corpse in its arms. He Si saw an arrow piercing the chest of the body. She remembered that the boy had taken out the mirror from there.

The whimpering didn't last long, and the girl finally moved. She picked up the goose-yellow color, patted it clean carefully, and tied it carefully on the young man's broken armor. Then she used all her strength to pull out the feather arrow little by little, regardless of the split wound on her palm. He took out the mirror from his clothes and placed it on the boy's heart.

After doing all this, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, lying on the boy's chest with the bronze mirror as her pillow, and closed her eyes.

Dead silence, blood, and smoke, this land has returned to its original desolation, without any life at all. The girl's chest stopped rising, and He Si's eyes felt sour. She stood for a long time, feeling like she was standing like a statue.

A gust of wind blew by, and the wind and sand fascinated He Si's eyes. Whether it was the snuggled lover or the rotting flesh, all the scenes became increasingly blurry. It's time to wake up, He Si said to herself.

Then she closed her eyes and opened them again. The sunlight shone in through the half-closed curtains and just fell on the head of the bed. It was so bright that she turned her head and closed her eyes.

The small bedroom was warm and cozy, it seemed like the weather was good today. He Si thought, her brain woke up before her body, but her limbs were still a little heavy. She simply closed her eyes to rest, trying to recall the details of what she had just seen, but she heard a low laugh, and someone rubbed her her hair.

He Si felt sad and warm in her heart. She turned her head and saw Qin Jian sitting with the backlight, his whole body was surrounded by the sunlight, peaceful and beautiful, not at all like the young man who lost his life just now, and she... didn't... It will be that girl. He Si repeatedly told herself that it was just an image from the past and had nothing to do with their future.

"What's wrong with Assi?"

"How did you come?"

Both of them paused for a while, and finally Qin Jian said first: "Ah Si cried in the mirror corridor."

"Thinking of grandma."

"What about the dream just now? What happened to Ah Si?"