Chapter 3 Chapter Two

Song Ziran couldn't hide his surprise, he stammered: "My name is Song Ziran, I applied to work here, and I... was arranged to live in this house!" The girl listened quietly, but still didn't react at all. Under the soft light, she formed a very strange hallucination-it seemed that she had just stepped out of a painting and hadn't adapted to it yet. This world is why there is such a static state. After Song Ziran finished speaking, the girl made a gesture to invite him to enter the room. At that moment, Song Ziran couldn't help but let out a low sigh.That girl's hands are so touching, Song Ziran never knew that women's hands can also make people's heart beat faster.

He felt a little confused, so he had to take a step. The girl's gaze suddenly sank, looking at his feet.Song Ziran's gaze was also drawn down by her, and he saw that the girl was wearing a pair of moon white satin, with a few molan stalks rusted on her soft shoes, which were white and shiny.On the other hand, his pair of leather shoes were extremely dirty.He immediately understood what the girl meant. Because at the same time, he also saw a spotless, clean floor. As soon as Song Ziran saw the floor, his professional knowledge boosted his self-confidence, and the embarrassment and confusion of the beauty disappeared naturally.

The large floor is all made of small hexagons and golden yellow wood. One side of each hexagon is about four centimeters—Song naturally knew its exact size, which should be nine minutes nine (0.99 inches). He also knew that the small hexagonal floor was different from ordinary floors in that it was not a thin layer, but that each hexagonal shape was a small wooden stake with a length of nine inches and nine minutes. Therefore, this kind of floor made of Fang wood is extremely strong.Fangmu is a kind of sandalwood, the color is very gorgeous, and the wood is also solid. It is often used in palace construction.

This kind of floor laying method is called "honeycomb pile", and its shape is extremely ancient.Not only can it be traced back to the three generations, but it can even be traced back to the time of Emperor Yao. According to legend, there was a master craftsman named Chi Jiang Ziyu who laid "honeycomb piles" for Emperor Yao's palace. So the size is still "nine".In the era of Emperor Yao, it was still the tribal era, and the leaders of the tribe were not far from the people. The floor of the palace was trampled by dozens of people every day, and it was always the same as the newly laid one.

Chijiang Ziyu had such superb skills, so later generations rendered him as a god, saying that he could walk five hundred miles a day.You can change your skin ten times a year! (Does it look like an alien?) Naturally, Song saw this kind of floor that was only seen in legends. Even though there were the girl's beautiful feet and alluring calves on the floor, he couldn't help taking a breath. At this moment, the girl let out a "hmm". Although the voice was beautiful, it was full of challenge and inquiry. She was clearly asking: "What do you breathe, what do you know?"

Song Ranran simply sat down and took off his shoes first - he understood that the girl looked down and asked him to take off her shoes. Then, imitating the ancients, he sat cross-legged on the ground. As soon as he sat down in the ancient way, the girl let out a "huh", with a look of surprise on her pretty face. Song Ziran smiled slightly at her, stretched out his hand to his palm, and stroked the floor: "Although the color of Fangmu is gorgeous, it must be the heart of a hundred-year-old tree if it needs to be golden yellow. I'm afraid that there may not be any emperor's palace back then."

He looked directly at the girl as he spoke.His words, like the spring breeze, blow away the indifference on the girl's pretty face, and she showed seven-point joy, three-point surprise, a pretty face, suddenly lively and bright, Song Ziran was so pleasing to the eye, He was even more articulate, telling what he knew about the floor together. When he finished speaking, the girl immediately said: "Mr. Song is indeed a great expert!" Song Ziran straightened himself up, stood up, said "dare not" repeatedly, looked around, and praised repeatedly, all kinds of wood names, spit out from his mouth like running water, what kind of red nanmu is hard to survive in a hundred years? Feng, what kind of big chestnut wood is hard to find, what kind of boxwood is better than jade, what kind of blood wood is like blood, the most eye-catching, what kind of red maple and white maple, the texture is delicate, it is said that it was transformed by the shackles abandoned by Chi You... Unceasingly, all the wood he saw was playing as far as he could see!

The girl was even more admirable: "Is there any wood that Mr. Song doesn't know?" Song Ziran paused: "Yes, the door knocker at the gate is black, I don't know what kind of wood it is." The girl suddenly showed a naughty expression, she blinked, and a flash of light flashed in her eyes: "Mr. Song, as long as he thinks about it, he will know." This is a very vague reminder, but it shows that the girl has great confidence in Song Ziran, which makes him very excited. At that time, Song Ziran was sitting on a chair made of torreya wood—he and the girl had already passed through the hall, and when they arrived at the hall, the furnishings were all Ming style.

The girl also sat down, and the lamp in her hand was placed on a table beside her, and there were several larger lamps hanging in the hall, with an elegant style and an oil silk lampshade, the light was extremely soft. The silk screen used for the lampshade is already extremely thin and translucent.After a very complicated oil immersion procedure, the transparency is higher, and the light shines through such a lampshade, which has a hazy sense of mystery.Coupled with the fact that everything in the house is so classic, and the pretty girl is so beautiful, Song Ziran felt as if he was in a dream in a trance.

He stared at the girl. After she gave him a hint, her expression was not challenging his wisdom, but kindly encouraging, which made her look more cordial and warm. Song Tianran's thoughts were chaotic at first, but under the friendly gaze of the girl, he could concentrate on thinking: What kind of wood is that dark wood that makes the sound of metal impact? Suddenly, it occurred to him. He couldn't help but let out a "huh", and his whole body was shaken suddenly, and he stood up abruptly. He opened his mouth wide and stared at the girl. For a moment, he was speechless. From his actions, the girl knew that he had guessed it. Therefore, on her pretty face, there was a very touching smile.

Song Ziran let out a few strange noises in his throat, and then called out loudly: "Agarwood." The girl nodded with a smile.Song Ziran took another "whoosh" breath before rubbing his chest: "Is there really such a kind of agarwood? I always thought it was just something in myths and legends." The girl smiled and said nothing, Song Tianran's thoughts were confused: that agarwood, which is said to grow in the bottom of the sea, is a treasure of the Dragon Palace, how can it be seen in the world?He wanted to ask many questions, but for a while, he didn't know how to ask them. At this time, the girl stood up gracefully, raised the lamp again, and said softly: "Mr. Song is sleepy from afar, it's time to rest." Song Ziran shook his head, until then, he finally asked a word: "It's all...really?" The girl laughed.Song Ziran was a little at a loss, and asked again: "All of this...how is it possible?" The girl's expression became very serious: "I don't know, not only I don't know, but even my mother doesn't know, that's why we accepted Mr. Song's request to come and live, and we have to use Mr. Song's research to find out the answer. " Song Ziran suddenly felt that he had a great responsibility, and he said: "Of course, of course, I will do my best." At this time, the girl was leading the way in front of him, very close to Song Ziran, when Song Ziran said this, the girl turned around lightly, bringing a faint scent of fragrance, which made him intoxicated.The girl was thanking: "Then we have to fight Mr. Song." Song Tianran had more questions in his mind. He had already entered a half-drunk mental state, so how he followed the girl into the room and how the girl left was all vague and difficult to have a clear memory. When he suddenly remembered that he didn't ask the girl's name, he knocked on his head hard.At that time, he was already lying on a big eucalyptus bed. Using eucalyptus wood as a bed can make people sleep soundly. The Chinese characters are quite connotative. The word "安" beside the wooden character forms "eucalyptus", which already shows that eucalyptus wood has the effect of calming the nerves. (When Song Ziran gave me the above brief explanation, he specially emphasized his tone, lest I would not believe it.) (Although his explanation is unheard of before, I can accept it. Because I know that eucalyptus is Eucalyptus GLOBULUS. This tree is native to southern Australia and belongs to the myrtle family Evergreen tree, extremely tall, bark and leaves, both have medicinal value, reduce fever and calm the mind, maybe it can really make people sleep peacefully.) Although Song Ziran wanted to know the girl's name right away, he checked the time and found that it was past midnight, so it was inconvenient to harass her. That night, he indeed slept soundly. When he woke up the next day, he felt that the room was dimly lit. A magical pattern. Song Ziran jumped up and patted his forehead with his hand. He wanted to get out of the room. The first thing he did was to ask the girl's name. Thinking of being able to get along with such a beautiful woman day and night, Song Ziran's feelings were rippling, and he felt very relaxed and happy. He noticed that there was a yard on one side of the room, and there was a well in the center of the yard, and beside the well were wooden basins and other washing utensils.Song Ziran was already sure that there would be no modern equipment in this wooden structure unparalleled in the world. Not only would there be no electricity, there would also be no running water. If he wanted water, he had to use the well water in the yard. He went out of the room, went around the yard, came to the well, and saw that all the utensils were made of fine wood, even the axle and pulley beside the well was also of fine ebony, and the bucket was made of maple wood. . He fetched water and poured it into the wooden basin, the well water was clear, and after washing his face, he became more energetic.He hoped that the girl would show up to meet him, but the whole house was eerily quiet, as if he was the only one. He looked at the yard and found that there were no trees—this is a very strange phenomenon. The person who built this house has studied wood so deeply that it is afraid that there is no more profound research in ancient and modern China and abroad.Moreover, in any place, it can be seen that the builders cherish the wood. However, the house builder obviously only likes wood, is only fascinated by wood, and doesn’t like trees—there is no tree in front of the house, behind the house, or in the yard, not only no big trees, but also no flowering shrubs arrive. Naturally, Song thought of this. Surprised, he wanted to make an analogy for this strange phenomenon, but he couldn't think of it. (When I listened to his narration, I thought of a metaphor——he had many strange experiences in that room later, he told me in detail, and I would repeat it step by step, of course. Simplifying the complexity, when he mentioned wood to me, what he said was a hundred times more detailed than what I repeated. He said more than a thousand words just about the maple bucket used for digging well water. The whole retelling of what he said will drive anyone crazy.) (My analogy is: "The house builder doesn't like trees, he likes tree corpses.") (My words were very straightforward. Song Ziran was stunned for a long time after hearing this, and then said: "This kind of statement... is too scary.") (I said: "All the wood is the carcass of the tree. You must kill the tree before you can get the wood, just like you have to kill the cow before you can get the beef. Although it is scary, it is true.") (Song Ziran smiled wryly: "Wesley, your use of words is really weird, the term 'killing trees'...") (I didn't wait for him to finish, and said: "Trees are alive, you won't deny this, will you?") (Song Ziran's brows were knotted, and he remained silent. I expressed my opinion: a huge tree can be used as a pillar of material. From the standpoint of a person, I think this tree is useful. If we use the standpoint of a tree Looking at it, there is no obligation to oppose human beings, and its values ​​must grow in the mountains, which is far better than asking people to cut them down and become pillars.) (Song Ziran spread his hands: "Okay, don't argue about this issue, I agree with your analogy.") Song Ziran stood in that courtyard for a while, reciting Du Fu's poem: "There are beautiful women in the past..." Bei Bu walked into a corridor, and the construction company allowed him to rest for a day before starting work. When he was free one day, he Thinking about how to ask Qiao Meiren to be his companion after meeting her. Walking in the corridor, he only felt that the room was extremely quiet. He naturally knew that it was a tight wooden structure, which played a good role in sound insulation. On both sides of the corridor, there are closed doors. Song naturally hesitated again. He is a guest in someone's house. In fact, he should not disturb them too much. It is inconvenient to call the door from room to room to see which room the girl lives in. . He could only make some noise on purpose, sometimes knocking on the wooden wall, sometimes coughing loudly, hoping to lure the pretty lady out. However, he traveled all the way quietly, but he didn't meet anyone. After a while, he walked into another hall, where there were two Eight Immortals tables, indicating that it was the dining room. There was a gauze cover on the table, Song Ziran approached, lifted the gauze cover, and couldn't help cheering. Under the gauze cover, there are six dishes of side dishes to accompany porridge, such as dried shrimps with cloudy legs, pickled bamboo shoots in fermented bean curd, salted eggs with sauced meat, and a pot of porridge with fragrant stems that is still steaming. Song Ziran was honest and blunt, sat down on a stool carved from natural tree roots, picked up heavy wooden chopsticks, and picked up a bowl made of boxwood, and drank three bowls comfortably. While he was eating the porridge, he heard no other sound except his own.When he was satisfied and stroked his swollen stomach, he heard the faint sound of a wooden fish. The sound of knocking on the wooden fish was very crisp, Song was naturally a great expert, as soon as he heard it, he could tell that the wooden fish was made of iron palm wood, and the sound it made was particularly loud and pleasant. Song Ziran immediately remembered that the girl said she had a mother, so she must be the one who knocked on the wooden fish. I don't know if the girl is chanting scriptures in a low voice by her mother's side. If the smoke is curling up, and the beautiful woman meditates and worships the Buddha, what kind of picture is this? Song Ziran was distracted and thinking wildly, while following the sound to find it.The closer the wooden fish sounds, the clearer it is.After a while, he came outside a small Buddhist hall. The format of the Buddhist hall is quite unique. The side Song Ziran was standing at this time was completely open without any barriers, so Song Ziran could see the situation in the Buddhist hall clearly at a glance. The furnishings in the Buddhist hall are quite conventional.In the middle is a statue of Avalokitesvara sitting on a lotus. Judging from the color, it can be seen at a glance that it is carved from a whole piece of high-quality wood. The pile wood has a natural fragrance, which can last for hundreds of years without diminishing. This Guanyin statue is exquisitely carved. For example, there was an incense table in front, and the furnishings on the incense table were as usual. Before the incense table, there was an old woman sitting on her knees——Song Ziran could only see her back, and felt that she was extremely thin, her hair was all white, but she wore a Very neat updo. The old woman was holding a wooden fish stick in her hand, and was rhythmically beating a large apple of wooden fish in front of her. The big wooden fish was not painted, it was the original color of the wood, Song naturally saw that it was made of iron palm wood, that's why the sound was so clear. On both sides of the Buddhist hall, there are white cloth curtains hanging from the roof to the ground, which seem to be more than one-the most peculiar is this point.Generally speaking, such white curtains are only used in mourning halls, but this is clearly a Buddhist hall. It is because of this that the Buddhist hall looks indescribably weird. What's more, the white curtains on both sides seem to overlap each other, there are many layers, and they are washed cleanly, which shows that it is not a random arrangement, but a deep meaning. What Song Ziran thought at the time was: What are these curtains intended to cover?What is behind the veil? When he came, his steps were very light, and after he stood still, he didn't make any sound. The old woman was still beating the wooden fish anxiously and slowly.Song Ziran stood there for a while, thinking that he should not disturb people's worship of Buddha, so he was about to leave.He only took a step back, and before he could turn around, he saw the old woman stop, hang the wooden fish mallet on the shelf, and slowly stand up. When Song Ziran saw this situation, he was inconvenient to leave. He waited until the old lady turned around and called out politely: "Morning." After the old woman stood up, she looked even thinner and thinner, with wrinkles all over her face.But she could see that she was in good spirits, she looked at Song Ziran with piercing eyes, and asked, "Mr. Song?" Song Ziran hurriedly reported his name, and then asked, "What's the name of the old lady?" The old woman's answer was: "My husband's surname is Huang—well, Yoshiko said you are an expert." Song Ziran was overjoyed, the pretty girl's name was Huang Fangzi, that was exactly what he wanted to know. The strange thing is that the old woman actually accepted his modesty, nodded, and murmured: "It's not easy to know a little bit." Then, Mrs. Huang said: "If Mr. Song is interested in this house, just look around and treat it as your own home." Song Ziran was excited and rubbed his hands: "Where is Miss Huang? I want to ask her for some information about this house." Mrs. Huang laughed: "She has gone to school - if you ask her, she doesn't know the ins and outs of this house at all." Song Ziran was very disappointed when he heard that Huang Fangzi was not there, and he said immediately, "You know, old lady, it's the same." Who knew that Mrs. Huang spread her hands together: "I don't know either—I'm afraid that no one in the world will know the origin of this house." Song Ziran was stunned for a moment, if this remark hadn't come from an old man, he would have denounced it directly, or laughed out loud. He made up his mind and shook his head: "No way, this house is simply a treasure of wooden architecture. Even if the owner of the house has been lost, there must be detailed records in the local cultural and historical museums, museums, and local chronicles. This house belongs to the entire nation. culture, and culture at the top.” Song Ziran spoke a little excitedly, and even waved his hands to strengthen his tone. Song naturally had such a reaction, which was reasonable. Since this house is so rare, it is naturally a cultural relic protected by the national cultural relics department. How come no one knows its information? If no one in the world knows the origin of this house, what qualifications do Mrs. Huang and Huang Fangzi have to be the owners of this house?This house, no matter from which angle you look at it, is worth a lot, at least hundreds of millions of dollars, how could it just fall into the hands of a private person? Song Ziran looked at Mrs. Huang with a suspicious expression. He never thought that Mrs. Huang would ask him a completely irrelevant question under such circumstances. When Song Ziran was telling me everything that happened, he explained all the details in great detail. At this point, he stopped and looked at me: "Do you know that Mrs. Huang suddenly asked something irrelevant?" ?” Song Ziran's character is a bit "sticky", not a very straightforward type of person.To deal with someone like him, we must cut through the mess quickly to avoid wasting time, so I didn't even think about it for half a second, and said: "I don't know, I can't guess, and I don't want to guess, just tell me." My attitude was no longer clear, but Song Ziran still didn't say it immediately, but showed disbelief and shook his head - indicating that until then, he still didn't believe that Mrs. Huang would suddenly say Make such an irrelevant sentence. At the beginning of this story, I once said that "Song Ziran met Huang Fangzi by accident", but in fact, it was not so "accidental". Incomparable. As things go on, there are many unexpected things that can prove this point. At that time, Song Ziran shook his head, and after a while, he said, "Madam Huang suddenly asked me if I knew a man named Wesley." I was stunned for a moment and lost my voice: "What?" Song Tianran repeated it again, and I couldn't help but be very surprised. I couldn't figure out why the wooden fish knocker, an old lady who lived in a priceless old wooden house, would suddenly ask such a question.