Tomb robbing: only one person can do it

The bronze door opens every ten years——

"Brother, do we have to go?" Qinghuai gently nestled his cheek on his head, staring curiously at the vast emerald sea in front of him.

The younger brother stopped and said softly: "I remembered something and I have to go to the Zhang Family Ancient Building to pick up some things!"

Qing Huai straightened his back fiercely and his little head was working rapidly. He still didn't expect what the little brother was going to take. He asked curiously: "What is it!"

The little brother sighed softly, his eyes so dark that he couldn't see any emotion. After a long time, he said: "A bell."

"Bell..." A trace of confusion flashed through Qinghuai's heart, what kind of bell! But since I want to get it, it should be very important.

Banai——

The old man quietly looked at the big and small people in front of him. His black hair should have fallen to the ground like the first snow, and it was covered with white hair and wrinkles. His stooped back vaguely showed hardship, and his deep eyebrows were full of kindness. He glanced at Qinghuai for a few times. , then looked at the little brother and said with a smile: "It's not easy to take care of children——"

"According to your requirements, kid, this is the only house that is more suitable. Come in and have a look!"

"Squeak-"

This is a somewhat mottled wooden building with stilts, covered with deep tiles on the top, and the outer wall is covered with loess. It is slightly smaller than other wooden houses in the village. The courtyard is overgrown with weeds, and it has obviously been there for a long time. No one lives there anymore.

When you walk into the house, you are greeted by a spacious kitchen with various utensils hanging on the walls, but all of them are mottled and rusty and may no longer be usable.

Continuing to walk inside, a wooden wall blocks the view. This wooden wall has no door, only a pair of hanging curtains swinging gently, a few shelves leaning against the wall, and simple tables, chairs, and A simple plank bed, everything seemed ordinary.

Qinghuai came to the window and gently opened it. What he saw was a blue sky and white clouds. Green woods covered the earth. The breeze blew gently, the leaves swayed happily, and the sunlight poured in. The fine dust floating in the air was reflected by the sunlight and shimmered with golden light.

"Wow - it looks good -" Qinghuai turned to look at his little brother and said happily: "Brother, I like it here."

The younger brother looked at Qinghuai quietly, his cold and indifferent eyes tinged with a smile, and his thin lips parted lightly: "Yes."

When the old man saw this scene, he stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "Then you can live here! But no one has lived here for a long time. I'm afraid it will take some time to clean~"

Qinghuai jumped up to the old man and said with a smile: "Grandpa, thank you~"

As soon as the old man saw Qing Huai's well-behaved appearance, although the child's hair and eyes were a bit unique compared to ordinary people, his well-behaved appearance was really endearing. He touched Qing Huai's head and said with a smile: " Just stay here, Xiao Qinghuai. Remember to come and see grandpa more often when you have time~ Grandpa will give you delicious food~"

"Yeah~" Qinghuai grabbed the corner of the old man's clothes, nodded up and down and said, "Grandpa, I can do it."

"Okay~Okay~" the old man laughed in a good mood.

"Brother, what should I do?" Qinghuai held a piece of white cloth with his hands on his hips, waiting for his brother to assign him a task.

The little brother was cutting the grass. When he heard Qinghuai's words, he stopped moving, put down the knife, then slowly stood up and came to Qinghuai.

The little brother's eyes are very special. Even in the sun, they are as dark and dark as a starry night. His thin lips are light pink. He is wearing dark clothes, which makes him look as handsome as an ink painting.

Qinghuai has white hair as white as snow, wearing white cotton and linen long sleeves and trousers, with ice blue eyes and a delicate nose. Under the sun, the whole person seems to be dyed with a layer of light gold, such ethereal beauty. It seems to be above the nine heavens and like a thin layer of snow on the branches, out of the ordinary world.

The younger brother looked at Qinghuai quietly, his eyes sweeping from top to bottom. His voice was as soft as the melted snow water on the top of the snow-capped mountains in Tibet. It was slightly cold and exuding cleanness and clarity: "I can't think of what to ask you to do. …”

Qinghuai said "Ah" with some disappointment, then looked at the little brother and said expectantly: "Brother, how about I clean the table!"

The little brother looked at Qinghuai's white and soft hands, and shook his head in rejection: "No."

Qinghuai proposed several proposals in succession, but they were all rejected. He lowered his head in despair and muttered: "But little brother, I want to help you~"

The little brother lowered his eyes as if he was thinking, and there was a faint smile in his cold voice: "Just stay with me... that's all."

"Okay!" It was rare that he was not rejected. Qinghuai hurriedly responded: "Brother, I will accompany you."

"Okay." The little brother tilted his head, the corners of his lips curled up almost imperceptibly, and a ripple appeared in his heart: In fact, it is best for me to have you by my side.

As the setting sun slanted, Qinghuai squatted in front of his little brother and gently wiped his sweat. The two looked at each other, and their emotions were rippling in the breeze. They stared at each other. At that moment, time seemed to stand still. , this scene is as beautiful as a scene in a splash-ink painting.

One black and one white, one moving and one still.

Just like the yin and yang of heaven and earth, they are interdependent.

The ink color is deep, the plain white is vivid; the wind blows slightly, and the still water is clear.

Between the two people, yin and yang complement each other, and movement and stillness correspond to each other.

After living here for a few days, the little brother cleaned the room cleanly and bought various daily necessities. The originally deserted cabin instantly glowed with warmth.

On the bed, Qinghuai's long hair was scattered randomly, and she was sleeping peacefully. Due to the tossing of the past few days, her face was still flushed, making her look even more cute.

The younger brother looked at Qinghuai quietly, his eyes filled with tenderness, as bright and deep as the gorgeous Milky Way.

"Uh~ No more~ little brother~"

Hearing Qinghuai's murmur, the younger brother couldn't help laughing. He touched Qinghuai's head, and then stood up carefully.

The little brother sighed silently. Why couldn't he remember anything? How could he enter the Zhang family's ancient building?

The younger brother also asked Qinghuai if he knew where the bell and the Zhang Family Ancient Building were, but Qinghuai was mentally retarded and could not remember such a complicated route. Apart from knowing that the Zhang Family Ancient Building was here, he knew nothing else. This is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Forget it, take your time!

"Snapped--"

Qinghuai gently put the seeds into the pit, then gently covered the soil with a rake, repeating these actions meticulously. The boy next to him stood quietly with a hoe, watching Qinghuai's movements, his A smile flashed in his eyes.

After the last hole was filled, Qinghuai happily ran to his brother, opened his arms and shouted: "Brother, I'm done!"

The little brother took Qinghuai's hand and put it into the basin. While washing it, he praised: "It's great!"

Qinghuai smiled playfully, feeling very happy: My little brother praised him, hey hey~~~

The little brother looked at the fine red marks on Qinghuai's arm that were not healed yet, and lowered his eyes to cover the emotion in his eyes. After a moment, he looked at Qinghuai and asked, "Are you tired?"

Qinghuai shook his head like a rattle and said with a smile: "I'm not tired, not at all."

Qinghuai felt that he could do it again, hee hee——

The years are quiet, time is like weaving, ripples of happiness are rippling in the ordinary, and the days are passing quietly in peace and tranquility.

How wonderful it would be if it could continue like this——