I'm really immortal

After Qin Yanan left, Liu Changan thought of her great-grandmother Ye Sijin.

Many, many years ago, Ye Sijin was just like Lilac in Dai Wangshu's "Rain Lane", a girl with sorrow and resentment.

The same color as lilac, the same fragrance as lilac, the same sadness as lilac.

As Ye Sijin walked through the alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella, her sorrow definitely did not come from idle moaning.

Like Qin Peng, she was the character of that era.

The character of that era was not the poetry written by any master of the Republic of China, nor was it the emotional satisfaction brought by Rabindranath Tagore in 1923. The character of that era was on a small boat on Jiaxing's South Lake.

Ye Sijin has passed away, and Qin Yanan's birth is probably Qin Peng's greatest comfort and remembrance.

What a resemblance, Liu Changan sighed, and when he turned around, he found that scattered old people had gathered around him.

Cunning sophistication is the survival instinct of protecting oneself wisely as one grows older. Unknown and new things always make the old people uneasy. When that group of people leave and only the familiar Liu Changan is left, they will naturally come to give advice and express themselves. An elder’s perspective.

"Xiao Liu, did you provoke someone?"

"That woman is quite good at giving birth."

"I have seen this kind of tank. When I escorted the chief, it was almost the same battle."

"What on earth is this for? Is it going to be demolished? I won't move, even if I die."

Liu Changan smiled, closed the car door, took the car keys and trotted away. For him, exercise is essential. Even though a straightforward method of improving the body like jumping off a building is more effective, it is not suitable to do it repeatedly.

According to the originally planned new route, after returning from the train station, the idle crowd watching the freight car had dispersed, and Liu Changan re-entered the carriage and looked at the bronze coffin.

Qin Peng obviously did not tell Qin Yanan the relevant information about the bronze coffin. Qin Yanan even thought it was just a precious replica of the craftsmanship. After all, the paintings on the coffin were too fresh, and the dark patterns engraved on it were too exquisite, and they did not look like antiques at all.

However, Liu Changan could feel the precipitated ancient meaning, as if surrounding the bronze coffin, invisible and intangible, but it could not be said that it did not exist, just like a magnetic field.

This magnetic field is especially dense and obvious in major museums. Those ancient objects that have traveled through thousands of years of history condense the countless changes in human history, re-opening the scrolls that have been buried in the long river of time and understanding them. In human eyes.

Who would have known that the creators of these national treasures, during the refining process of mud, water and fire, did not have the ambition to pass them down to the next generation, and wanted to let future generations shine with stunning eyes when they meet again.

Liu Changan stretched out his hand and gently stroked the yellow connecting thunder patterns around the cover. There is a high mountain, isosceles, standing in the center of the painting. Two dragons cross the mountain, and the dragon's tail surrounds an ancient jade, tied with two yellow ribbons. Double Dragon.

The four sides of the ancient jade look like seals. According to common sense, the deceased's name, posthumous title or other words should be engraved on them. However, here they are empty, which looks very abrupt and eye-catching.

There is no fit between the coffin cover and the coffin body. Not even a hair can be inserted in. Only the seams can be seen vaguely, so fine that they are almost invisible.

Of course, the most important thing about the coffin is the person or corpse lying inside. The bronze coffin that is more than two thousand years old, the soul sealing ceremony, the pattern of phoenix and dragon... what does it mean?

After the Qin Dynasty, there were very few bronze coffins. Gradually, there was a legend among the people that bronze coffins were evil coffins. People with weak horoscopes would be possessed by evil spirits even if they were close to such ominous coffins, and they would lose their souls and die.

Of course Liu Changan is not afraid of any evil coffin. He knows very well that the evil coffin is actually just because the deceased was extremely vicious during his lifetime. The ancients believed that for these extremely vicious or unparalleled murderers, only bronze coffins can seal their bodies. Soul, lest he be reincarnated and cause trouble in the world again.

Of course, some people believe that bronze coffins can seal the soul, allowing the deceased to preserve the last living soul and wait for the day of resurrection, such as the huge coffin of Zeng Yihou.

These are just superstitions. People cannot be resurrected after death. Liu Changan has never seen the dead be resurrected.

Unless you are immortal and immortal.

For cultural relic research and archaeological research, the age, pattern, tomb site and burial of the coffin, as well as the burial discoveries are very important. As for the body in the coffin, unless it is the case of Mrs. Xin Zhui, it is not important, as long as the identity can be determined That's it.

Liu Changan does not do research in this area. For him, the people or corpses in the coffins are the most important. The coffin in front of him was obviously collected by Qin Peng for various reasons and was not left to various cultural relics research institutes and institutions. Cultural Affairs Bureau, otherwise he wouldn't be able to send it directly to Liu Changan like this.

There is no trace of the coffin being opened. The manufacturing process and precision of many ancient cultural relics are difficult for modern people to understand, and it is even impossible to open and decompose them while being well preserved. This is the case with the coffin in front of you.

Liu Chang'an's fingers circled the coffin and tapped it gently. This may be the skeleton of someone who was once amazing and talented during his lifetime. This may be a treasure and treasure, comparable to the He family's jade and the national seal. This may be a mysterious ceremony. , recording lost tribes and civilizations.

Or maybe there's a... person lying inside?

Liu Changan would not hastily open the coffin lid without being completely sure that the contents inside would not be destroyed, and without having enough information. There are no ghosts and gods in the world, but it is not without taboos.

Liu Changan closed the carriage door. Although Liu Changan had understood what Qin Peng meant, he felt a little troublesome. However, it was only a matter of decades, so he didn't need to pay too much attention to it. Just as Qin Peng looked at Qin Yanan and loved him the most. Great-granddaughter, for the sake of Ye Sijin, she will also take care of Qin Yanan.

As for Qin Yanan's understanding of other meanings, Liu Changan didn't mind. Human emotions were more vague and difficult to understand than floating clouds, and they disappeared after a while.

After tidying up the old books in the room, I thought I should go to the Shonan Museum. Because of the ancient Sha Kingdom, Shonan has always been a province where cultural relics of the Han Dynasty are unearthed. The Tomb of Xin Zhui and the Mausoleum of the First Emperor are among the top ten precious tombs in the world. The most critical one is the large amount of literature unearthed.

Or you can find some clues, or get some tips, or even just let yourself recall something directly.

After experiencing too much, there is no way to clean up all the memory lines and retrieve relevant information at any time. After all, the human brain is not a computer. You can find reference materials by entering keywords.

Liu Changan did not go directly to the museum. He looked at the time and walked slowly to the school. Sure enough, he was still late.

The last days of senior high school were lazy and tense. Everyone was relaxed about various disciplines. Of course, the most nervous thing was the review. Liu Changan came to his seat and took out the review materials instead of Yuan Mei's "Zi Zi". "Speechless".

An Nuan's nose only has a little red mark of skin abrasion. For a girl of this age, the skin's recovery and healing ability is still very good. There is no need to worry about such a small injury leaving ugly scars, so An Nuan also She no longer raised her hands to cover the scar on her nose, but there were people who knew that her nose was smashed by Liu Changan with a volleyball, and they smiled at her from time to time.

"I got home and was scolded half to death by my mother, and then she quickly took a photo of my injured nose and posted it on Weibo, with a pitiful coquettish expression on it. Oh my God, she was so into it. Shen, it’s like I am herself on Weibo, and she enjoys interacting with fans there every day." An Nuan couldn't stand it and shook her head, "I have a small account, let's follow each other."

"I think your mother manages this account very well, and she looks very cute." Liu Changan looked at An Nuan, "Your mother should be pretty good-looking too."

"Can you speak seriously!" An Nuan was funny and angry, "My mother is very sharp-tongued in reality. When she meets a smooth-tongued young man like you, she can train you to want to be a new person."

"No, she and I had a good chat." Liu Changan shook his head and took out his mobile phone, "Look, we chat from time to time, talking about life and ideals, poetry and literature, the 1980s and 1990s Songs and movies, Indian movies and South Pacific island flair.”

An Nuan was dumbfounded. She snatched Liu Changan's cell phone and looked through the chat history. There were really long chat records. The content of the chat was varied, ranging from astronomy and geography to gossip about the towns and cities. Not included.

"Didn't you already know that this account is mainly used by my mother?" An Nuan looked at Liu Changan in disbelief. After all, everyone's online social partners are basically the same age, and the generation gap is even more clear on the Internet. The styles of emoticons are all different, how can we still chat?

"I know, that's why we can continue chatting. If it were you, how could we have so many topics?" Liu Changan said matter-of-factly.

An Nuan pressed her chest to calm herself down. Sure enough, it was time to break up with someone like Liu Changan. Normally when she sent him messages, he would always respond very slowly and slowly. She never expected that she could have such a conversation with her mother... ...Ignoring the invincible young and beautiful girls around me, but being able to chat so happily with women, how can An Nuan balance this?

"Break off the relationship." An Nuan was going to be pissed off by him, so of course he didn't mention the fact that the accounts were paying attention to each other. He must not be interested either.

"No." Liu Changan refused.

"We must break off the relationship." An Nuan opened the book angrily, grabbed Liu Changan's cell phone, and carefully flipped through the chat history between him and her mother.

"We've already broken up with each other, but you still grab someone's phone and look through their chat history?" Liu Changan looked at An Nuan incomprehensibly.

"I'm getting goosebumps!" An Nuan glanced at Liu Changan, and couldn't help but wonder if Liu Changan... likes mature women?

"His heart is not right, and there is something evil in his eyes." Liu Changan said looking into An Nuan's eyes.

An Nuan coughed slightly, her cheeks reddened by what she was thinking about. She took Liu Changan's cell phone and refused to give it to him, but she stopped looking at the chat history. She looked at the book on her desk seriously. They broke off the relationship anyway. I don’t want to talk to him today.