I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 245: Plan (I)

"I do not know."

"you!"

"Wait," the mirror said hastily when it felt the angry fingers about to close it again, "I have seen that everything in the world is all-encompassing and complicated. It is impossible to find the person you want overnight. I need a little induction to lock on to the target."

"Induction, what induction?"

"The connection between you two, your love for her."

"Love?" Qin Jian seemed to be unconvinced, but still asked, "How can I give it to you?"

"Your love for her is in your blood."

The conversation came to an abrupt end, the figure in front of the independent mirror disappeared, the cold wind blew over the dilapidated statue, and the ancient temple returned to silence after the sound of the wind. In the mirror domain, Qin Jian cut his arm without hesitation, blood oozing out of the wound, but it did not fall, but hung in the air, like a dragon or a snake, winding forward.

Qin Jian followed the trail of blood with steady steps, neither fast nor slow, but there was a frown between his brows.

The bloodstains were not in a hurry, and they did not even look like they were exploring. They just moved in one direction with confidence. After walking for about ten minutes, the flat ground suddenly cracked, huge rocks fell, and roars echoed in the mirror gallery. Then, Qin Jian saw a huge mirror rising out of thin air from the ground. The black frame and silver-white mirror surface looked down at him from top to bottom, as if it was the master of the moment.

Qin Jian felt a little uneasy for some reason, but before he had time to think about it, he saw the blood begin to flow again, tentatively touching the mirror frame, and slowly disappearing in the mirror.

The dark frame seemed to have become a fluid along with the blood, and a deeper crimson color emerged from it. Then, the mirror surface began to float, like a lake illuminated by the sunset, reflecting colorful rainbow light. Qin Jian held his breath. Under the reflection of the sky and water, he saw a girl's bright smile. She looked about seven or eight years old. Her innocent eyebrows and eyes already had the clear and bright look of He Si.

Obviously, as long as he walked out of the mirror, he would be able to see the person he had been thinking about day and night, but Qin Jian sat in front of the mirror for three days and three nights, without eating, drinking, or sleeping. He watched the child laugh and cry at times, free and unrestrained, without any concealment, not tainted by the karma of the past in this world, a completely new soul.

When Qin Jian stood up again, the frown between his brows had disappeared, and he finally figured it out.

Their lifelong fate ended the moment the old woman closed her eyes. Now, this lifelong love entanglement was his greed and obsession. He didn't want to let go, so he trapped his old friend and himself.

Qin Jian smiled self-deprecatingly, turned his back to the mirror, and walked out of the mirror corridor again. He was still reluctant to leave, but his steps were brisk. However, he heard a voice behind him. The mirror said to him, "Come back in a while. The world is full of thorns and changes. Her parents are just ordinary farmers and may not be able to protect her."

Qin Jian did not answer, but from then on, on this day of every month, he would appear in the ancient temple and sit in front of the huge and solemn mirror for the whole day. There was only a child on the other side of the mirror, but the sight of her growing healthily still made him feel at ease.

Unexpectedly, the mirror's words came true. Two years later, the child's mother caught a cold but did not receive timely treatment. The sudden illness ruined her mother's body and the whole family. Qin Jian could no longer leave calmly. He thought, of course he could not repeat the chaotic and absurd days before, when he broke the girl's wings just because he was happy for a while and turned her into his own bird in a cage, but he could teach her and help her develop wings that could face the wind and rain and help her fly high. The woman in his memory had studied medicine with her father and became a medical expert, saving lives with a kind heart. He could not replace her father, but perhaps he could be her teacher.

Qin Jian designed an encounter and found an excuse to accept the "extremely talented" child as his apprentice. Although it was just a play, the apprenticeship ceremony was not sloppy at all. The arts of music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers and tea were placed around the child one by one, as if they were a celebration of the New Year. However, the child did not even look at them, but walked directly out the door and pointed at the medicine residue that the neighbor had dumped on the ground.

Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, then realized what was going on. Feeling half relieved and half anxious, he asked, "You want to study medicine?"

The child answered calmly: "Well, if I could cure the disease, my mother would not have passed away."

"Okay." Qin Jian listened to the child's simple wish and nodded solemnly.

The days that followed passed quickly. Qin Jian specially set up a yard not far from the girl's home and started with growing herbs. The master and apprentice gradually stepped into the new field and wandered in the ocean of medical knowledge.

Perhaps it was because he was born with talent. The child learned very quickly and applied what he had learned to other situations. Qin Jian soon learned a lot of medical knowledge. Fortunately, he had accumulated a lot of wealth over the years. He began to travel around with the help of the Mirror Gallery, collecting medical books, visiting famous doctors, and bribing famous doctors with lost medical books, tricking them back home to teach his apprentices. In addition to medical skills, he also devoted all his efforts to accompany and teach the child. Every time he saw the signs of her growth, he would feel more at ease.

When the last famous doctor of the time bowed to him and told him that this girl was better than him and that he could no longer teach her, Qin Jian felt a great sense of satisfaction in his heart - she was worthy of being his.

He habitually tried to touch his apprentice's furry head, but was unexpectedly avoided. Then he looked at the child and saw that she had grown into a graceful young girl. Now she was looking up at him with a pair of sparkling eyes, but they concealed her thoughts, as if shrouded in mist, which reminded him of that damp spring night.

Startled, he took a step back, and the girl lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the medical book in front of her. She remained calm and did not look up again until he left, as if everything just now was just Qin Jian's illusion - this was how he reflected on himself at the time, because his apprentice gradually overlapped with the woman in his memory, disturbing his mind, but he did not realize that it was not just his mind that was disturbed.

He discovered all this belatedly on a Mid-Autumn Night several years later.

At that time, he had tried to reduce the number of times he went home, but that day was Mid-Autumn Festival after all. He pushed open the gate and returned home, and saw the girl sitting in the moonlight. The bright white moonlight enveloped her, reflecting the childish hair on her face. But her expression was indifferent, even a little cold, and she slightly tilted her shoulders and carefully polished the herbs in the medicine bowl.

Hearing the door open, the girl looked up. When she saw the person coming, her solemn expression disappeared and a smile flashed across her face, finally showing some popularity.

"Master, you're back so late." She spoke slowly, with a tone that was not commensurate with her age, but then, as if she had thought of something, her words became cheerful, "I made mooncakes for you."

"Is it you or Aunt Liu?" Qin Jian said, walking towards the table.

"It's me," the girl paused and continued, "I had a quarrel with Aunt Liu, please send her away."