Greenery on the back

Chapter 6
Early the next morning, Tang Chuan came to Yue Feng's house with a stack of books.Wang Lan was sitting in Yue Feng's room in a daze.

"This world is really amazing..."

"The board hanging on the wall can actually reflect a human figure. Could it be the magic weapon of the gods in the sky?"

"The dish last night, I'm afraid even the emperor has never eaten it. The shredded pork, bamboo shoots and fungus are stir-fried together. There is no fish in the dish, but there is a smell of fish. And it is numbing and spicy. The taste is definitely not something that can be adjusted by pepper."

When Tang Chuan walked in, Wang Lang was still thinking about what happened last night.He didn't say a word to Yue Feng's mother, firstly because there was a language barrier, and secondly because it was embarrassing to face a strange woman.

"I heard from your mother, why didn't you say a word yesterday?" Tang Chuan put the book on the table, "Brother Chuan, I specifically checked the treatment methods for aphasia yesterday. Learn from zero foundation."

Tang Chuan took out a three-year-old child's literacy book, spread it out in front of Wang Lang, and then took out his mobile phone to open the music player software, and a song came out in it: "Grandpa, daddy's daddy is called grandpa. Grandma, daddy's mom is called ..."

"Grandpa?" Wang Lan listened to the ballad and imitated the tone in it.

"Hey! You can finally make your words clear." Tang Chuan laughed triumphantly, and then wrote these two words on the paper with a pen.

Why does this boy always write broken or vulgar characters?Wang Lan looked at the "Ye" who seemed to lack the word "ear", and was full of puzzlement.How could he know that many of the current simplified Chinese characters are borrowed from ancient cursive script or popular characters commonly used by ordinary people.

In order to simplify the writing strokes of Chinese characters, the ancients often changed the regular characters, which are now often called "traditional characters", or wrote a part less, or connected the cumbersome strokes to write. font.

In order to confirm the word "Ye", Wang Lan filled in an "ear".

In the constant text conversations, Tang Chuan also noticed something unusual.The other party often can write traditional characters, but they don't even know some simplified characters.

"I heard that someone once woke up and suddenly spoke a foreign language after passing out. Could it be..."

Tang Chuan took out an ancient Chinese dictionary commonly used in Chinese classes and gave it to Wang Lan. Every word on it was compared between simplified and traditional.The two of them wrote back and forth on paper, one in traditional and the other in simplified, and they finally communicated.

Wang Lan gradually understood that what he was living in now was the fifth dynasty after the Song Dynasty, and people generally used simplified characters, and the official dialect they spoke was no longer the Luoyang reading pronunciation of the Tang and Song Dynasties.

What happened to Da Song later?What happened to my brothers who carried Weijun?How is Mr. Yue Fei Yue?Wang Landuo wanted to ask out in one breath, but now he can only write bit by bit on paper.

Wang Lan, who has been shocked by strange things for several times, is no longer surprised by the pen that can write without dipping ink.He imitated Tang Chuan's posture of holding a pen and wrote the word "Yue Fei".

"Why do you think of Yue Fei? You don't even know your mother, how would you know Yue Fei?" Tang Chuan couldn't help thinking of Yue Feng and Yue Fei's surnames, "Isn't this Yue Feng the descendant of Yue Fei?"

"A person who has lost his memory will slowly regain his memory, but he won't start recalling from his ancestors, right?"

Tang Chuan told Yue Fei's story again, and when he raised his head, his gaze met Wang Lan's terrifying eyes. He was horrified, and trembling slightly, he said, "You...remember what?"

"Qin Hui, the traitor!" Wang Lan's eyes seemed to burst into flames. Yue Fei died unjustly, and Yue's army was defeated without a fight. All these made him feel extremely indignant, but he was helpless.

Seeing Tang Chuan looking at him with a look of fear, Wang Lan's eyes softened, and he continued to write some questions on the paper that he wanted to know.

Like a junior high school history class, Tang Chuan briefly described various major historical processes since the Song Dynasty.Wang Lan compared the dictionary and tried to understand the words on the paper.

The two talked until dusk, and Tang Chuan found that the communication with each other became more and more smooth. At this time, Yue Feng's mother came back, holding a hospital report in her hand.

"Auntie, Yue Feng feels much better today, he can talk." Tang Chuan showed off his "healing method of telling historical stories".

"Thank you, Xiao Chuan." Yue Feng's mother smiled, and she unfolded the hospital report, "The doctor said that Yue Feng's head has no problems at all, not even a mild concussion."

"Huh? But why did he lose his memory?"

"This...may be a rare symptom." Yue Feng's mother had a complicated expression on her face, "The doctor suggests resting at home and going back for a checkup in a week."

"Then I'll accompany Yue Feng tomorrow." Tang Chuan stood up.

Tonight, when Wang Lan was alone, he was no longer at a loss like yesterday. He began to observe Yue Feng's room carefully. The bookshelves were full of books of different colors. , trying to understand the pictures and words in the book.

"Airplane...aircraft carrier...missile..." All these new utensils made him feel amazed and frightened. He never thought that later generations would invent such a miraculous thing.However, based on my current level of knowledge, it may not be worth one ten-thousandth of that boy named Tang Chuan.

Wang Lan closed the book, looked up at the wall, and there was a very realistic figure painting pasted there.There are eleven men in red and blue short jackets and shorts in the painting, all of whom are not Chinese.

These people stood in two rows on the grass, some of them looked like cannibals, and some of them were stronger than Kunlun slaves.

Under the desk, Wang Lan reached out and took out a white leather ball the size of a human head.He patted hard and felt that the ball was full of elasticity.

"It's inflated." Wang Lan confirmed.Although there are slight differences in size and weight, they look very similar to the balls I use for cuju.

Ju balls are also carefully sewn from cowhide, with an inflated pig bladder inside.

Seeing the ball, Wang Lan felt itchy for a moment and jumped up in the room.

The room is small and there are many furniture in the way, so the space for the ball to move is very limited.But the white ball seemed to grow on Wang Lan's body, bouncing from his foot to his knees, then around his chest and shoulders, down to his back heel, and then back to the other foot. Repeated several times, it didn't hit the ground for a full quarter of an hour.

After receiving the ball, Wang Lan let out a long sigh, and couldn't help but think of the bearded Luo Yanlai, "General Luo, I couldn't play football with you in the end!"

At night, Wang Lan thought of Yue Fei and the soldiers of the Beiwei Army. His mind was so heavy that he could hardly fall asleep.

In his sleep, Yang Zaixing was covered in arrows, Luo Yan was bleeding all over his face, and the tragic scenes of Beiwei soldiers being beheaded by the Jin army reappeared.

"Ah!" Wang Lan yelled, and woke up, his back was completely soaked in sweat.

(End of this chapter)