I collect cultural relics in the human world

"What's the question?"

"Wait a minute," it was already late at night, and it would inevitably look suspicious for three strangers to wander in a community with few people. Lao Chaofeng stopped Fan Yu, "Let's go out first."

A few people walked back to the street under the moonlight. When they arrived at the gate of the community, they suddenly saw the familiar figure standing across the road, looking towards the community. Looking in the direction, they seemed to be looking at the building where Wu Litian lived. building.

He no longer has a mother, and he is looking at the source of his life that has disappeared. The belated water droplets streak across his expressionless face. The wind blows his hair into a mess and dries the last moisture he left in that building.

The three of them stopped at the same time. Zeng Bin, who was opposite, obviously saw them. With a glance, he immediately got into the car in front of him and drove away.

He Si knew this sourness. She had faced death more than once and lost a part of her life.

The most heart-wrenching thing is that a family thousands of miles away is the most painful thing. It makes me cry to see one person missing from the high hall.

"Why, you feel bad for him?" Fan Yu joked, looking at He Si's vaguely sad expression.

"There is always one missing close relative." He Si watched the taillights of the car gradually disappearing. After a long time, she raised another possibility, "Could we be confused? The one in that photo is not a couple, but a mother and child." ?”

"Do you think it was Zeng Bin who helped his mother take revenge?"

"I just think it's a coincidence that we just met the old man in the illusion and saw Zeng Bin downstairs."

"But as seen in the fantasy, Wu Litian is also being punished in reincarnation."

"I have read some fantasy novels, which say that drowning people will find scapegoats in the river area where they drowned. Only by finding the next drowning person to replace themselves can they be reincarnated. Could it be that Zeng Bin saw the day when his mother died in reincarnation? The tragic situation, thinking of this story, helped her find a scapegoat, but because of the power of the cultural relics, more people were dragged into reincarnation."

"But the ability of this cultural relic is to follow the instructions, but it is not reincarnation."

He Si was unable to refute Lao Chaofeng's words. Fan Yu, who originally had the same idea as He Si, also stood on a united front with Lao Chaofeng this time: "I don't think so either. Just like Uncle Qin said, the three cases are too close to each other. It’s not like there’s a causal relationship, I think Wu Litian’s death was because his son took the blame.”

"Is this what you just asked?" Lao Chaofeng looked at Fan Yu with a look of surprise on his face.

"Half of them are questions, and the rest are speculations. I have to check the rest, especially the affairs of Wu Litian's family."

"Then go and get busy." Upon hearing this, Lao Chaofeng began to chase people away.

Fan Yuque was unhappy: "Hey, what's wrong with you? Isn't it convenient for you to take me?"

"He Si still has some luggage left in Jingxuan."

"Really?" It was obviously the answer given by Lao Chaofeng, but Fan Yu was asking He Si. Unexpectedly, He Si nodded with a magnanimous expression.

"It's really boring. Then I'll go and have a drink with Jiang Huai." Fan Yu said and walked away swaggeringly.

"Let's go too."

Only half a day later, He Si returned to Jingxuan. At this time, Jingxuan was no longer as lively as the day and fell into the silence of the night.But it is different from Tongji Community. It is the kind of tranquility that makes people feel peaceful and clear.

He Si turned her head and saw that Lao Chaofeng had turned into a young man with red lips and white teeth. He was looking at her intently. The calmness in her heart was gone, and the silence was chaotic again.

It was terribly quiet, in the dead of night, alone, alone and alone, with only one woman standing next to each other. Walls from all directions surrounded this space, making it airtight.

"I'm going to get something." He Si's face burned up, she lowered her head and left. Her footsteps were hurried, but she still forgot to take a good look at the Jingxuan.

Qin Jian didn't tell her to stop, and let her walk away in a hurry. His eyes were focused on her fleeing back. There was a devilish smile on the corner of his mouth that was very inconsistent with the lonely atmosphere around him, but it was more like his sincerity. .When He Si's figure disappeared completely, he got up and walked in the opposite direction.He Si packed up her things and sat in the room thinking about it. She couldn't wait for the visitor and didn't know whether she should look for him or not.

She thought again of Qin Jian's profile under the light just now, with simple outlines and elegant lines, like an ink painting with only a few strokes but profound meaning.He was clearly looking at her, but he seemed to be looking at another kind of loneliness through her. The smile on the corner of his mouth reflected a cold and tough shadow, making people feel an inexplicable sadness and desolation, and they wanted to get close to him and comfort him. Him, melt him.

He Si was in a mess, so she might as well leave without saying goodbye. Anyway, the old Chaofeng wouldn't care.She walked to the mirror, placed her palms on the mirror, and began to recite a spell.

"Ah Si is so cruel." The tall figure leaned outside the door and did not come in, but eight ambiguous words came over.

The half-recited incantation was also messed up. He Si stumbled and recited two more words, unable to even remember the destination.

Forget it, whether it's Lao Chaofeng or Xiao Langjun, can he still eat me?

He Si closed her eyes and turned her attention, and walked towards the door. As she walked, she said: "I...I have packed my luggage. I thought I would disturb you all day, so just, just, go back by yourself."

When I said it, I felt that I was not living up to expectations. It was obviously an excuse that I had thought up a long time ago. Looking at those wet eyes filled with grievances, I knew that he was acting, but I still stuttered.

Qin Jian looked at her without saying anything or entering the door, but still stood there.

"You are looking for me, is there anything else?"

"I have a gift for you."

"Gift?"

After He Si finished speaking, she saw Qin Jian stretched out his hand, and there were two porcelain bottles in his hand.One was completely black, with golden textures flashing in the black, as if it were inlaid with gold foil, which reminded her of the gold-inlaid black umbrella in Qin Jian's hand.The other one is white, with a frosted texture, like the first snow in early winter, spotless white.

She stretched out her hand, and the small porcelain bottle was transferred from the man's big, sharp-jointed hand to the woman's white, soft little hand. She looked at it carefully and asked, "What is this?"

"Mouth grease," Qin Jian thought for a moment and then added, "The white one is the color you mixed yourself, and the black one is the color I mixed."

"I forgot." He Si looked at the two porcelain bottles in her hands, feeling soft in her heart.

"Want to try?"

"Okay."

He Si only hesitated for a moment before opening the black porcelain bottle.She walked to the mirror again, stretched out her index finger and lightly traced the paste in the bottle. The temperature of her fingertips melted the coldness. She looked at the color of her fingertips and carefully applied the elegant touch to the mirror. The watery red is applied to the lips.

"very nice."

The voices of men and women collided, one was praising lipstick, and the other was praising the person who used lipstick.

"I'll go back first."

"I will send you back."

They spoke at the same time again, looking at each other and smiling.

Thousands of miles away, Fan Yu and Jiang Huai drank two glasses of wine together. When they looked up, they found that the thin clouds had dispersed and the moonlight tonight was amazing.