I am not repairing cultural relics in the Forbidden City

When Xu Congcong woke up, he was lying on the sofa at home, and there was a smell of instant noodles in the air. When he sat up, he saw Dai Chuan wearing an apron and cooking instant noodles in the kitchen!It can be said to be very scary!

"Hello!" Xu Congcong stood up and was about to go over. Who knew that his legs were weak and he couldn't stand still, so he sat back down again.

Dai Chuan who heard the voice ran out and asked, "What's the matter? Are you all right?"

Xu Congcong squeezed his numb and unconscious legs, gritted his teeth, and said, "Is it okay? Are you okay? Let me see? You won't explain it to me today..." Dai Chuan agreed quickly, turned his head and ran back kitchen.

"You still refuse to say it!" Xu Congcong cursed, "I..." Before he finished speaking, Dai Chuan came over with a bowl of noodles and put it in front of him.

"Why?" Xu Congcong said coldly.

"Eat." Dai Chuan blinked and said, "Aren't you hungry?"

"You're hungry, it's night..." Xu Congcong felt something was wrong just after he finished speaking, and turned his head to look at the sunlight pouring down from the window, which was extremely bright.

"..." Xu Congcong almost laughed angrily, "You let me sleep here all night?"

Dai Chuan was a little embarrassed and said: "No, it will be dawn when you come over there."

"What's the matter, one day in the sky, one year underground." Xu Congcong mocked him.

Dai Chuan pretended not to understand, pushed the instant noodles towards him, and said with a smile, "You eat first."

Xu Congcong stared at him, Dai Chuan also stared at him steadfastly, the two of them looked at each other for a while, Xu Congcong was defeated again, staggered his eyes and lowered his head to eat the noodles.

"Tell me what's going on with you?" Xu Congcong was really puzzled. The painting had a big hole, and it was still placed in the cabinet under his small work table. The one he saw last night was What?

"That's where I used to stay." Dai Chuan said seriously, "It's the epitome of my past, and I've preserved it. I'll tell you the specific method and you won't understand it. It's just a memory."

"The way you remember is quite special." Xu Congcong asked, "But what happened to that painting?"

"The one you saw is not a painting, it's just an entrance." Dai Chuan explained, "I rarely go back to see it, after all, it's just a memory..."

Xu Congcong interrupted him: "Dai Chuan, what kind of fairy are you?"

"kindness?"

"There must be a name, right?" Xu Congcong frowned, "What kind of alchemy Taishang Laojun, what kind of immortal are you?"

Dai Chuan paused, and said honestly: "Mountain God, have you seen that mountain? I am the Mountain God of that mountain."