Chapter 93 wedge

Light yellow and dark interweave a field of dim lights, and I step on it, as if walking slowly in the river of time. Jiujue walked in front of me, his lake-blue hair was reflected on the flawless glass showcases around him, as if he had picked a piece of color from the clearest sky and embedded it in it, vividly running through his focused eyes. He and I came to Xi'an for the first time, and set foot in this magnificent and tall history museum that accommodates thousands of stories. Jiujue came for an autumn outing, and I was forced to hire him as an accompanying guest. One of the employment conditions was a box of gold bars; the second condition was that you must pay in cash when you come to drink in my shop in the future, and no discounts are allowed.

I feel a little strange walking in such a place where eternal souvenirs are gathered together.The cultural relics in the display cabinets that are now regarded as national treasures were once just inconspicuous things that were played with and applauded in the years I walked. Because they were branded with the reprint of history, their destinations were removed In this small glass cabinet, everyone admires it, and it is unattainable.One day, will I be like them, permanently grounded in a glass cabinet?Suddenly such a strange idea flowed into my mind.However, my strange thoughts are no stranger than the old monster Jiujue.

He stayed in the showcase for at least ten minutes, then turned his head, pointed at the things in the cabinet and smiled at me: "Give me this as a birthday present!" What was placed in the cabinet was the "Silver Pot with Cup Patterns of Dancing Horses" in the Tang Dynasty. This wine pot is smooth and soft, with round lines. The pattern of the golden dancing horse is lifelike and vivid, and it is really a wonderful workmanship.However, for me, who has seen countless rare treasures, there is nothing special about this jug. "If you old alcoholic want a jug as a birthday present, I'll be generous and give you a limited-edition Swarovski crystal wine bottle. That's no problem." I stood behind him with my arms folded and raised my eyebrows, "But Don't want me to be charged with stealing national first-class cultural relics."

"I only want this." Jiujue pointed at it persistently, "Give it to me!" "If you have the ability to take it yourself, I should not be an accomplice." I firmly refused, but I thought in my heart, what kind of nerve is this old man, with his cultivation base, if he wants to take this thing, it is easy, why should he let me do it.He sighed, dropping his hands in disappointment.I have never seen such a smirking, never-serious Jiujue, who looks like a puppet whose essence has been extracted at this moment. "Hey, you...you don't need to be like this. If you give me a reasonable reason, I can..." I couldn't bear it anymore. After all, this guy helped me a lot back then. Although his request was a bit weird, I It's not impossible.

"Ha, little tree demon, I'm teasing you!" Jiujue suddenly turned his face, changed back to his normal state like lightning, and said with a smile, "It doesn't belong to me." In the corner of his eyes, there is clearly a trace of loss and lingering that he deliberately wants to hide. "Let's go, let's eat." He turned his head and left. "You have something on your mind." I grabbed him. "I want to eat!" He left me and went straight to the exit of the museum. I was far behind him, this old thing always looks simpler than anyone else, more naive than anyone else, easier to see through than anyone else.But I know he's the most impenetrable guy I've ever known.His heart, like that perverted lake-blue hair, is uncapturable like a dream.

Since I knew him, for thousands of years, he has talked with me about the world, and talked about the past, but he never mentioned his past.I was only on Fulong Mountain many years ago. During the gap between him playing chess with another person, I vaguely heard that he seemed to be looking for someone all the time, but he couldn't find him... I chased him out, and there was a place for tourists to leave messages at the exit. place, he just dropped the pen. Opening the guestbook full of various handwritings, the last page is his handsome handwriting - following the fragrance for thousands of miles, smiling at the wine in the photo.

In front of him, his back was drifting away in the traces of the autumn wind.In the air, there was faintly a melodious tune that he hummed that I had never heard before...