After Qin Yanan left, Liu Changan thought of her great-grandmother, Ye Sijin.
Many, many years ago, Ye Sijin was like the lilac in Dai Wangshu's "Alley in the Rain", a girl full of worries.
The color of lilac, the fragrance of lilac, and the sorrow of lilac.
Walking through the alley, Ye Sijin held an oil-paper umbrella. Her sorrow definitely did not come from moaning without reason.
She was the same as Qin Peng. They had the strength of character of that era.
The strength of character of that era was not the poetry written by any great master of the Republic of China, nor was it the emotional satisfaction brought by Tagore in 1923. The strength of character of that era was on a small boat on the South Lake of Jiaxing.
Ye Sijin had passed away. The birth of Qin Yanan was probably Qin Peng's greatest comfort and sustenance.
It was so similar. Liu Changan sighed. When he turned around, he found that the scattered old people had gathered around.
Slyness was a survival instinct that grew with age. Unknown and new things always made old people uneasy. When the group of people left, only Liu Changan, who was familiar with them, was left. Naturally, he had to give some pointers and express his opinion as an elder.
"Xiao Liu, did you provoke someone?"
"That woman seems to have a good foundation for giving birth."
"I've seen this kind of tank. When I escorted the chief, it was similar to this."
"What the hell is this? Is it going to be demolished? I'm not moving, not even if I die. "
Liu Changan smiled and closed the carriage door. He took the car key and jogged away. For him, exercise was indispensable. Even though jumping off a building was a more direct way to improve the body, it was not suitable to do it repeatedly.
Liu Changan followed the original route and circled back from the train station. The onlookers had already dispersed. Liu Changan then re-entered the carriage and looked at the bronze coffin.
Obviously, Qin Peng did not tell Qin Yanan about the bronze coffin. Qin Yanan even thought it was just a precious replica. After all, the painting on the coffin was too fresh, and the engraved dark lines were too exquisite. It did not look like an antique at all.
However, Liu Changan could feel the sedimentation of the ancientness, as if it surrounded the bronze coffin. It could not be seen or touched, but it could not be said to exist. It was like a magnetic field.
This kind of magnetic field was particularly concentrated and prominent in the major museums. The antiques that had traveled through thousands of years of history condensed the countless changes in human history, and the pictures that had long been buried in the river of time were once again unfolded in the eyes of those who could understand them.
Who knew that the creators of the national treasures, in the process of refining with mud, water, and fire, did not have the ambition to pass it on to the next generation? They did not want to let the future generations see it with their eyes when they saw it again.
Liu Changan stretched out his hand and gently stroked the yellow thunder lines around the cover. There was a high mountain, isosceles, standing in the middle of the picture. Two dragons passed through the mountain, and their tails wrapped around an ancient jade. Two yellow ribbons tied the dragons.
The ancient jade was square like a seal. According to common sense, the name of the deceased or other words should be engraved on it. However, it was empty, which was very abrupt and eye-catching.
The cover of the coffin and the coffin did not match at all. Not even a hair could be inserted. One could only vaguely see the seam, which was so fine that it was almost invisible.
The most important thing about the coffin was of course the person or the corpse lying inside. The bronze coffin was more than two thousand years old, the soul sealing ceremony, the pattern of the phoenix falling on the dragon … What did it mean?
After the Qin Dynasty, bronze coffins became rare. Gradually, there was a legend among the people that bronze coffins were ominous coffins. Those who were not strong enough would be possessed by evil spirits when they came close to such ominous coffins, and would die after losing their souls.
Of course, Liu Changan was not afraid of the ominous coffin. He knew very well that the ominous coffin was only because the deceased had been extremely vicious and evil when they were alive. The ancients believed that only a bronze coffin could seal the souls of these extremely vicious and evil people who had been contaminated with monstrous killing intent. This was to prevent them from reincarnating and wreaking havoc in the world again.
Of course, there were also people who believed that the bronze coffins could seal the soul, so that the deceased could preserve the last of their souls and wait for the day of resurrection. For example, the huge coffin of Zeng Yihou.
These were all superstitious beliefs. The dead could not be resurrected. Liu Changan had never seen the dead come back to life.
Unless they were not old and immortal.
For the research of cultural relics and archaeology, the age, pattern, location, and funerary finds of the coffin were very important. As for the corpse in the coffin, unless it was like Mrs. Xin Zhui, it was not important as long as the identity could be confirmed.
Liu Changan did not do research in this area. To him, on the contrary, the person or corpse in the coffin was the most important. The coffin in front of him was obviously kept by Qin Peng for various reasons and did not leave it to the cultural relics research institute or the Bureau of Cultural Affairs. Otherwise, he would not have sent it directly to Liu Changan.
There were no signs of the coffin being opened. The craftsmanship and precision of many ancient relics were difficult for modern people to understand. It was even impossible to open and dissect them when they were in good condition. This coffin in front of him was one of them.
Liu Changan's fingers circled around the coffin and gently knocked on it. This could be a skeleton, which was once an amazing talent when it was alive. It could be a precious treasure, comparable to the Seal of the Kingdom of He. It could be a mysterious ritual, recording a lost tribe and civilization.
Or was there a … person lying in it?
Without full confidence that the things inside would not be destroyed and without enough information, Liu Changan would not rashly open the coffin. There were no ghosts or gods in the world, but there were taboos.
Liu Changan closed the door of the carriage. Although Liu Changan had already understood Qin Peng's meaning and felt it was a little troublesome, it was just a matter of a few decades. He did not need to care too much. Just like how Qin Peng loved Qin Yanan the most, he would also take care of Qin Yanan for the sake of Ye Sijin.
As for Qin Yanan's understanding of other meanings, Liu Changan did not mind. Human emotions were more illusory and difficult to understand than floating clouds. They would disappear after a while.
He tidied up the old books in the room and thought that he should go to the Xiangnan Museum. Because of the Gujun Sha Kingdom, Xiangnan had always been a large province of Han Dynasty cultural relics. Xin Zhui's tomb and the Shihuang Mausoleum were among the top ten most precious tombs in the world. The most important thing was that a large number of documents were unearthed.
Perhaps he could find some clues, get some hints, or even directly recall some things, and that would be enough.
After experiencing too much, there was no way to clean up all the memories and retrieve relevant information at any time. After all, the human brain was not a computer. You could find reference materials by typing keywords.
Liu Changan did not directly go to the museum. He looked at the time and walked slowly to the school. As expected, he was late.
In the last days of the third year of high school, everyone was lazy and nervous. As for all kinds of discipline, everyone was relaxed. Of course, it was the revision that made them nervous. Liu Changan came to his seat and took out the revision materials instead of Yuan Mei's "Zi Buyu".
An Nuan's nose was only left with a little red mark of the skin scratch. For a girl at this age, the recovery and healing ability of the skin was still very good. There was no need to worry that such a small injury would leave an ugly scar. Therefore, An Nuan did not raise her hand to cover the wound on her nose. However, there were people who knew that her nose was hit by a volleyball by Liu Changan and giggled at her from time to time.
"I was scolded by my mother when I got home. Then, she quickly took a photo of my nose injury and posted it on Weibo with a pitiful and coquettish expression. Oh my God, she is really immersed in the role. It seems that I am her on Weibo, interacting with her fans every day." An Nuan couldn't help shaking her head. "I have a secondary account. Let's follow each other."
"I think your mother is very good at managing this account. It looks very cute." Liu Changan looked at An Nuan. "Your mother should also be very good-looking."
"Can't you be serious?" An Nuan was amused and annoyed at the same time. "My mother is very sharp-tongued in real life. When she meets a glib young man like you, she can scold you until you want to turn over a new leaf."
"No, I have a good chat with her." Liu Changan shook his head and took out his mobile phone. "Look, we chat from time to time. We talk about life and ideals, poetry and literature, songs and movies from the 80s and 90s, Indian movies, and the customs of the South Pacific islands."
An Nuan was dumbfounded. She grabbed Liu Changan's mobile phone and looked through the chat history. It turned out that there was really a long chat history. The content of the chat was diverse, from astronomy and geography to gossip in Junsha. It included everything.
"Didn't you already know that this account is mainly used by my mother?" An Nuan looked at Liu Changan incredulously. After all, their online social partners were basically the same age. The generation gap was even more obvious on the Internet. Even the style of their emojis was different. How could they chat?
"I know. That's why we can chat. If it were you, we wouldn't have so much to talk about. "Liu Changan said matter-of-factly.
An Nuan pressed her chest to calm herself down. Sure enough, it was time to break off with people like Liu Changan. Usually, when she sent him messages, he was always extremely slow to reply. She didn't expect that he could chat with her mother like this … He ignored the invincible and beautiful young girl beside him, but he could chat so happily with a woman. How could An Nuan feel balanced?
"Break off." An Nuan was about to die of anger. Of course, she didn't mention the matter of paying attention to each other on alternate accounts. He probably wouldn't be interested.
"No." Liu Changan refused.
"We must break off." An Nuan opened the book angrily and grabbed Liu Changan's mobile phone. She carefully looked through the chat history between him and her mother.
"You've already broken off. Why are you still grabbing people's mobile phones and looking through other people's chat history?" Liu Changan looked at An Nuan incomprehensibly.
"I'm getting goosebumps!" An Nuan glared at Liu Changan. She couldn't help but wonder if Liu Changan … liked mature women.
"His heart is not right. There's an evil splendor in his eyes." Liu Changan looked at An Nuan's eyes and said.
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