I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 202 Jiuqu
It was obviously not the first time she had seen a similar vision, nor was it the first time she had told Qin Jian about it, but He Si still looked away with a guilty conscience - she had always known that what she saw and felt about that girl was from a thousand years ago. Love and hate should not become one's fetters, but in the end, the mood is still affected.

Qin Jian did not rush her, and still sat quietly in the sunshine, while Xiaojiu rested on his shoulder and tilted her head, like an oil painting, dispelling the last trace of coldness in her heart.

He Si sat up from the bed, and Xiao Jiu also flew into her palm from Qin Jian's shoulder. Her eyes passed over Xiao Jiu and came to the bed. Then she remembered that she was so tired when she lay down that she almost lay on the bed. He fell asleep directly without covering himself with the quilt at all. But now the quilt is laid out neatly, and even the corners of the quilt are tucked in properly. It is naturally Qin Jian's credit.

An indescribable sweetness welled up in her heart, and then her face became hot for no reason. He Si looked down at her clothes in a panic, and then she heard Qin Jian laugh again, which was more comfortable than the first one. There is less smoke and fire in the world.

"What is Ah Si thinking about?"

He Si herself felt it was a bit ridiculous and said angrily: "When I woke up, there was suddenly a person of the opposite sex beside my bed. He was sneaking around and keeping silent. I should think more about it."

"Well, you should." Qin Jian nodded seriously, but the smile in his eyes was not worthy of the seriousness, showing a dandy air.

He Si's face became even hotter and she quickly changed the subject: "When did you come?"

Qin Jian accepted it as soon as he saw it, and replied seriously: "In the middle of the night."

"Just sit there and wait for me?"

"No, I wanted to go into Ah Si's dream, but I kept getting trapped by the wind and sand for some reason," Qin Jian said and frowned, "I think the injury I suffered last time has not been completely healed, so I have to control the Mirror Realm. … It’s never as easy as before.”

After hearing this, He Si lowered her eyes and looked at Qin Jian's right wrist. Several blood-red fruits were looming in the dark sleeves. The red color was particularly eye-catching, and it somewhat matched Qin Jian's current appearance - but why did he still wear it? Starting a skewer?

"Ah Si is worrying too much." Sensing the unspoken meaning in He Si's eyes, Qin Jian simply pushed up his sleeves, fiddled with the Imperial Palace bracelet on his wrist and said, "Doctor Guan has taken care of my internal injuries. , But this bracelet was made for me by Ah Si herself, so I can’t bear to replace it.”

"Then I'll help you knit a men's version next time."

"It's better to choose a day than to hit it, let's do it now." Qin Jian said, taking off the bracelet unceremoniously, saying that He Si would re-weave it, but it actually relieved her worries.

But He Si just said it casually, and the bracelet was actually handed to her, but she was at a loss: "I haven't learned it yet."

"But I remember that Ah Si helped me re-knit this bracelet when we were in the Kumtag Desert. Ah Si told me at that time -" Qin Jian said, rarely speaking seriously, really Repeating the words of the girl in the memory word for word, "I only know how to knit women's styles, so just bring it with me for now, and then I'll fix it for you when I get back. Are these Ah Si's exact words? How long have you been back, Ah Si?" I haven’t learned the men’s style yet, I must have completely forgotten about it.”

"I...why didn't I notice that you were so fussy about things before?"

"Today is different from the past. You used to timidly call me Mr. Qin."

"Eh?"

The dark history was revealed, and He Si didn't know how to answer for a moment, but Qin Jian was already complaining about himself. Seeing that he was about to say something even more difficult to resist, He Si quickly said: "How can you forget it? It's just that the female celebrity doesn't It suits me. I came back this time to make a gift for you.”

"Oh?" Qin Jian's eyes lit up, and he no longer dwelled on what happened before, and asked eagerly like a child, "What is it?"

"I won't tell you," He Si gave up and jumped up from the bed, "You will know after you start me later."

"Do you still need me to touch the gift you gave me?"

This time, He Si reacted quickly and immediately retorted: "I remember that Mr. Qin gave me lipstick last time, and it seemed that he also borrowed my labor force."

"That's different. Ah Si asked for it."

"Then as a reward for helping me, how about I tell you about the dream I just had?"

He Si finished speaking and left, sure that Qin Jian would follow. And Qin Jian looked at He Si's back that almost jumped away, smiled and shook his head, and followed naturally, with joy in his heart and eyes - the shy person when he first met him could not even speak. Compared with the stumbling girl, the person in front of me became bright and generous, full of confidence. However, in more than two months, those strange, bizarre and crisis-ridden encounters failed to break her down. Instead, they made her grow up rapidly, which is amazing.

He Si took out the spicy polygonum that had been dried by her grandmother from the kitchen cabinet, while Qin Jian acted like a qualified follower, keeping his distance, eyes full of curiosity, unhurried, and always ready.

"You don't know what this is?" He Si saw the question in Qin Jian's eyes.

"I don't know, is it Ah Si's family heirloom?"

"Really don't know?" He Si raised an eyebrow, as if to confirm the authenticity of Qin Jian's words.

It was obviously a question and a test, but it sounded more comforting to Qin Jian than any kind of compliment. He shook his head naturally and confirmed again: "I don't know."

"I didn't expect that there are things in this world that Teacher Qin doesn't know about," He Si said with a hint of unnoticeable excitement in her voice, then pointed to the hay in her bag, "Smell it, maybe it can evoke some memories. "

With He Si's permission, Qin Jian immediately picked up a piece of grass stalk from the bag, put it to his nose and smelled it, then used his index finger and thumb to twist the flower spike-like part at the top of the hay, leaving some grass seeds in it. He sniffed it again with his fingertips, and then said uncertainly: "It's like...chili pepper."

"The nose is very sharp."

After He Si finished speaking, he ignored him and poured a bag of hay into the big iron pot. Qin Jian didn't know whether this was a compliment or not. He touched his nose and followed closely. He also stood in front of the stove and looked at it curiously. Follow He Si's every move.

A fire was lit on the stove, and He Si was stir-frying hard with a big spatula.

"What are you doing?" Qin Jian finally couldn't help asking.

"Bake the dried grass again so that we can separate the grass stalks and spike grass seeds."

"Okay, let me do it." Qin Jian said, taking the spatula from He Si's hand and skillfully stir-frying, the unique flavor of spices rising in the heat.

He Si stood beside him and looked at him for a while, then slowly said: "I saw that girl again in my dream last night."

Qin Jian's movements were still smooth and smooth, and he seemed to have expected the answer. He Si saw this and continued: "There was a crack on the mirror. She seemed to be trying to restore the mirror but failed. Finally, she cried silently in front of the mirror, a drop of Tears fell on the mirror."

Qin Jian still concentrated on doing the tasks assigned by He Si without any setbacks.

"Qin Jian, I also shed a tear in the Mirror Gallery. Did you feel it?"

I don't know why He Si suddenly changed the topic, Qin Jian replied: "That is my field, of course I can feel it."

"Then...do you have any other feelings?"

"Other feelings?" Qin Jian didn't know what He Si meant. He slowed down the movements of his hands, turned his head and looked at her face and whispered, "Of course I feel a little distressed." "That's not it..." He Si didn't know either. What exactly did she want to say? She always felt that the moment her tears touched the mirror, an indescribable change occurred in the mirror gallery. It was by no means as simple as feeling distressed. At that time, she could not describe the throbbing, but she could see After seeing the scene in the dream, she suddenly felt that it was her tear that awakened that moment thousands of years ago, so she reorganized her words and said, "Do you feel familiar?"

Qin Jian stopped stir-frying and seemed to be deep in thought.

"If you were that mirror, you should also be able to pick up some lost memories, right?" He Si said more clearly, "Not at all?"

But Qin Jian still couldn't give an answer. For the first time, she saw confusion and a moment of self-doubt in this man's eyes. She did not continue to press, but pointed to the hay in the pot and said: "It's almost done, start the pot." Separate the sedge seeds."

"Okay." Although Qin Jian had a sullen face, he was obedient and immediately started the next process according to the instructions. For a while, the only sound left in the small kitchen was the rustling of branches and leaves.

After a long time, He Si finally interrupted Qin Jian's mechanical movements. She tried to make her tone lighter and said, "That's all. Just take this pot of essence."

"What to do next?"

"Then," He Si drawled, took out a mortar from the cupboard, poured the separated flower seeds into it, and then pushed it in front of Qin Jian, saying succinctly: "Grind it."

"Ah Si really treats me as a coolie." Qin Jian showed a wry smile, but his wrists had already begun to exert force.

"You brought it to your door yourself."

"But Ah Si called for help, and Xiaojiu also panicked. If it was just a girl crying, what was Ah Si afraid of?"

"Ah?" The topic changed so quickly that He Si was stunned before she realized what Qin Jian was talking about and explained, "Because the medium to see this scene is too scary, and there are things that follow..."

"medium?"

"Well, it's an eye." He Si heard her words fall into the rustle of Qin Jian's grinding, which reminded her of the scene in her dream, and there was a chill behind her, "I learned from one eye. I saw scenes from the past.”

"So, there was a third person at the scene where the girl was crying. Did you see the scene he had seen before?"

Qin Jian's words made He Si even more confused. At first, she only cared about everything about the girl and did not seriously think about other details. Qin Jian's words provided a reasonable explanation for the appearance of the eyes, but added new doubts: " But I remember it was in a girl’s boudoir, who would appear there?”

"Could it be that boy who looks like Song Zhaoxuan?"

"It's not him." He Si said firmly.

"Why?" The information currently available is not enough to deduce more, Qin Jian asked, "Is it because of what happened next?"

"Well, although the two scenes span time and space, they are logically connected. The reason why the girl shed tears is probably because she received the news that the boy died in battle."

"you saw it?"

"Yes, that girl searched for the ruined battlefield and found the corpse...or in other words, she found the token that she had given away - the sachet, and then recognized the body next to the sachet."

"So, you didn't see the face of the corpse clearly?" Qin Jian asked the most important detail.

"I can't tell. In those years, I don't know how long it took from receiving the battle report to rushing to the battlefield. Everything has changed beyond recognition. The girl still looks exactly like me, but I really can't find Song Zhaoxuan's signature on that corpse. trace."

"Then...what's the ending of that girl?"

"She was lying on the corpse's chest with her pillow on the bronze mirror," He Si's voice gradually lowered, "It's a miracle that she could reach the battlefield. I think...she is also dead, and the oil is exhausted."

Qin Jian was silent, and after a long time he pointed at the bowl in his hand and asked, "Is this all right?"

"Well, it's good." He Si's thoughts were brought back to reality. She looked at the fine powder in the bowl, then pulled out a big bag from under the cupboard, leaned over to observe, clapped her hands with satisfaction and said, "Long time no see." It’s back and it looks like it’s still working.”

Qin Jian laughed: "I have been working on my relationship for so long, and there is another ingredient that I haven't prepared yet. What if the things in the bag are broken?"

"It's just rice noodles. If it breaks, you can buy it immediately. The most important thing is the powder in your hand. That's not right," He Si said, shaking her head again, opening a cabinet in the middle of the cupboard, and taking out two white rice noodles from a sealed bag. Xiao Yuanqiu added, "Old music is also very important. If it fails, all the raw materials we have today will be wasted."

"Rice noodles and old koji?" Qin Jian finally felt something interesting in He Si's words and asked, "Is it necessary for Si to make wine koji?"

"Smart." He Si felt proud, "But with Teacher Qin's experience, it's not enough to guess it until now."

"Fan Yu is a drinker, and I love tea even more."

"Then send it to Fan Yu."

"No way, the previous wines were not made by Ah Si, how can they be the same." Qin Jian said and quickly took the heavy bag of rice noodles from He Si's hand and asked, "What's the mixing ratio?"

This time, He Si did not appreciate it, but took over everything in the kitchen again: "Let me do it. I used to help grandma. It was all about feeling, not numbers."

As she spoke, she started to mix the rice noodles and spicy polygonum. After not doing this work for a long time, his hands lost their strength. The dust they raised smelled of chili peppers. Qin Jian covered his nose with his sleeves, but He Si did not avoid it. Her nose itched and she was about to sneeze, so she quickly raised her hand to cover it. For his mouth and nose, he forgot about the rice flour on his hands and smeared his face with a big stain.

Qin Jian looked at He Si, whose face was white and red, and remembered the gray He Si who had blown his face that day when he was incense, and couldn't help but laugh. He Si had suffered a loss. Looking at Qin Jian who was standing aside and snickering, He Si was naturally angry. She raised her hand and said, "Go and boil a pot of water."

"Okay." Qin Jian lengthened his tone and deliberately teased her.

"Wait a minute, let it cool down after it's boiled. It'll be almost human body temperature."

"It still needs to cool, so shouldn't it be heated in advance?"

"I just forgot." He Si raised her chest and said confidently, "You have your own way."

I don’t know what Qin Jian did. Anyway, He Si didn’t see the fire on the stove, and the water in the pot started to bubble. After a while, it made another sizzling sound, and the water temperature dropped rapidly, reaching the temperature she requested. .

"Pour it in," He Si said, watching Qin Jian slowly pour the water into the powder, mixing and kneading it carefully while not forgetting to continue assigning tasks to him, "Pour the grass that was just sifted out. Put the pole into the bamboo basket and make it thicker."

Qin Jian got the order and worked hard without complaining. After he finished his work, He Si also kneaded the powder into balls the size of table tennis balls. The two of them carefully spread the balls on the straw, sprinkled them with old distiller's yeast powder, and then spread a thick layer of Layers of straw.

"It's almost done." He Si said, picking up the bamboo basket and placing it on the Eight Immortals table in the living room. She also brought a cotton quilt from the bedroom and gently covered it with the bamboo basket. After doing all this, she clapped her hands with satisfaction. He said, "Let time do the rest."