Song Dynasty Official Publishing House

"Under the bridge in front of the gate, a flock of ducks swam past, come and count them..."

Song Cheng stretched out his hand from under the quilt, fumbled for the phone, and cut it off decisively. After a while, he stretched out his hand with a yawn, rubbed his sleepy eyes, pulled himself out of the quilt, and staggered with his fluffy hair on his head. The cotton mop rubbed against the window.

The Song family's old house was built in the mountains on the outskirts of City A. It is an antique mansion with traditional architecture, carved beams and cornices, and stone slabs with moss.It rained all night, and when I opened the window, I could vaguely hear the sound of water dripping on the eaves.

"Under the bridge in front of the door, a group of ducks swam past—" Song Cheng frowned slightly, and took the phone out of the pocket of his pajamas with three fingers, only to see the huge word "Song Che" on the screen constantly beating, The fingertips slid down the answer button casually.

"Second brother." Song Cheng's tone was slightly impatient, and the person opposite seemed to sense Song Cheng's dissatisfaction leaking through the phone, and he said repeatedly, "Hey Chengzi, you just woke up?"

Song Cheng frowned more and more tightly, "What's the matter with you early in the morning? Calling to disturb people's peace."

"Chengzi, guess what we found?" Song Che's tone was filled with unbelievable joy, as if he had discovered the No. 11 unsolved mystery in the world. At 34.45 degrees north latitude and 115.65 degrees east longitude, Yingtianfu!"

Song Cheng sat dazedly on the pear-blossom table by the window, fiddling with a celadon pen holder and said, "I know, Shangqiu, Henan, you went to Shangqiu with your tutor and classmates to dig a grave last month—"

"What grave digging! We are archaeologists! Archaeologists!"

Song Cheng responded with a snort, "Yeah, I know, you are a top student in the Department of Archeology at Peking University."

Song Che seemed satisfied, and he continued, "I'm in Qijia Village in the mountains of Shangqiu. Half a month ago, we discovered an ancient tomb of the Song Dynasty. We didn't enter its internal organs until yesterday. The outside of this tomb is just Ordinary brick and wood structure, carved beams and painted buildings, and even some murals. The most amazing thing is that the internal organs of this tomb are actually stone chambers. The stone chambers are not other funerary objects, but are full of ancient books of the Song Dynasty! Its collection of books is rare in the world , from the pre-Qin bamboo slips to the ancient books of the Song Dynasty, it can definitely supplement the lack of ancient Chinese literature to a great extent! The title pages of these ancient books are printed with four words, "Jingxiang Bookstore"! I dare say, I dare to conclude! This Jingxiang Bookstore , can definitely be called the official publishing house of the Great Song Dynasty!"

Song Cheng seemed to have been hit in the head with a sap, only to hear dull pain in his ears, and Song Che on the other side kept saying, "Let me tell you, the most amazing thing is that this tomb was buried together! It's two men! Lying with their necks crossed! One of them is unidentified and has a delicate and small skeleton. He is definitely a petty victim. Their family attack is very powerful. There is no record of this man in the official history of the Song Dynasty, but there is an article in his burial— —”

"Brother, him, what's his name?" Song Cheng's eyes dimmed, as if darkness had struck him, and he couldn't think of anything. There was only one voice in his heart, that person's name, that person's name...was... ...Qi...

"Oh, Qi Yue, Qi of Qilian Mountain, Yue of Fu Yue. Chengzi, what's wrong with you, stuttering?"

A childish voice kept ringing in Song Cheng's ears. He took his hand and rushed out of the flames. He said, "My name is Qi Yue, Qi from Qilian Mountain, Yue from the axe, little mute, do you remember?"

The mobile phone in Song Cheng's hand fell to the ground suddenly, and his black body fell down. The celadon pen container that was spinning in his hand also fell to the ground and shattered into a pile of slag, leaving a clear and crisp sound.The phone fell to the ground, and Song Che's nervous voice came from the microphone, "Chengzi! Chengzi! What's wrong with you? Give me a response! Chengzi..."

Song Cheng was unconscious, lying straight on the ground, Song Che's blasting voice sounded like a mosquito screeching in his ears.He stared at the swirling darkness in front of him with his eyes open, his breathing was difficult, his heart was throbbing, and Song Cheng bent into a shrimp uncomfortably.He stretched out his hand to cover his throbbing heart, but no sound could come out of his mouth.

Suddenly, a small hand was held on his wrist. Song Cheng clutched his throbbing heart and looked at the dirty little hand on the wrist in front of him. It seemed that it was still covered with hot flashes of mud and sweat. He led himself to run outside, as if It is to break through this darkness.Song Cheng was horrified to see that his hand held by a small hand turned into a white and tender hand, and the sleeves also turned into a simple plain shirt. He raised his eyes to the little boy who was holding him, and saw that he just buried his head and rushed forward.

"Fool, your mother has already been burned to death, if you don't hurry up, we will be burned to death together!" The little boy seemed to wipe his nose while speaking, and he said in a crying voice, "My mother is still waiting for you!" Take care of me, if I, no, hurry up, little mute!"

Song Cheng didn't know the strength he used, he stood up vigorously, and ran outside with the little boy. While running, he turned his head and saw the darkness behind him turned into a flame, as if he was pulled from the crack of time and space. In the past, the little boy saw him running after him, his short legs moved faster, and within a moment, they ran out.

The little boy's face was covered in black smoke when he ran out of the fire, and he couldn't see his face clearly. His eyes were shining brightly like obsidian. His legs went limp and he sat on the ground.Song Cheng didn't know what to do, so he also sat down.

The little boy wiped his snot again and wiped it on his cuff. Song Cheng just stared blankly at his movements, unable to say a word.The little boy suddenly laughed, and he said very loudly to Song Cheng, "My name is Qi Yue, Qi from Qilian Mountain, the Yue from the axe! Little dumb, do you remember?"

Song Cheng looked at him, opened his mouth for a while, but didn't say a word, his throat seemed to be sealed, only the shape of his mouth could tell he was saying, "Qi, Yue."

Qi Yue flipped over suddenly, leaned close to Song Cheng's face, looked into his eyes and muttered, "What's wrong? You won't be scared stupid, right?" While speaking, he said carefully, "You, your mother is here to protect you , She, she is a good mother, don't be sad, she hopes you can live a good life."

Song Cheng raised his eyes and stared blankly at Qi Yue. Qi Yue saw that the little bun in front of him was so frightened that his eyes were glazed over, and he couldn't even speak. His mother died, and he didn't even cry. It seemed that he was shocked to the core He hurriedly looked around for a copper coin, and finally found a copper coin. He stuffed the copper coin into Song Cheng's hand and said, "My mother said that the copper coin can suppress evil, so here it is."

Song Cheng reached out and grabbed the copper plate in his palm, holding it tightly.

After an unknown period of time, all the scenes in front of him dissipated, leaving him lying alone in the chaos. Like a drowning person, he suddenly opened his eyes and breathed hard. , the palm of his hand was hurt by something, he stretched out his small hand, opened his palm, and saw a copper coin in his hand.

He twisted the copper coin on his fingertips, and a ray of morning sunlight shone on his face through the eyes of the copper coin. Song Cheng could vaguely distinguish the four ancient characters.

Song Yuan Tong Bao.