Dragon?

Qin Wanjin took the initiative to stay and "monitor" the man in ancient costume who passed out in the middle of the road.

Without this factor blocking the way, the rest of the team immediately went back to rescue the people at the top of the cave.

Not long after, Qin Wanjin saw the team leader wake up.

He didn't make a sound, and opened his eyes, looking into the darkness deep in the road.

The long hair is like a waterfall, hanging over the shoulders, and the cool and thin feeling of the world seems to have penetrated into the bones.The emotions in those eyes are extremely light, alienated and beautiful, like distant stars in the cold night.

——It is shockingly beautiful.

Whenever I see him, I can think of this sentence, Qin Wanjin sighed lightly.

"Team leader?" He called him hoarsely.

Yu Shou looked at his empty hands, but he couldn't see the blind girl with shofar braids.

"I had no childhood," he said suddenly.

Qin Wanjin subconsciously looked around and found no one else, but he was still not sure if Yu Shou was talking to him.

"I can't remember." The voice was almost inaudible.

The illusion gradually deepened, and the dragon and Qiao there made him unable to help but recall what his childhood was like.But in Yu Shou's mind, there is no childhood memory at all.

It's weird, isn't it?

Rubbing his swollen and painful temples, Yu Shou felt that there were too many things rushing into his mind, and the more he tried to sort it out, the more confused he became.

"Qin Wanjin, how long have you known me?"

"17 years." Without any hesitation, he said the answer.

"It's been so long..."

Looking at the expressionless young man next to him, Yu Shou felt rather sighed in his heart.

"When I first saw you, you were brought by Senior Jiang. In the 21st century, what kind of 'disciple' does he accept... At that time, you were only so young."

He stretched out his hand and made a short gesture.

Because of the gestures, a small part of the wrist under the long sleeves of the ancient costume was exposed.

The red scar known as the "birthmark" no longer exists, and what is tied there is a faded red string.

Qin Wanjin pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say something to him.

In the end, he didn't say it.

……

"Huh?! What is this!"

Because the murderous shadow hid in the stone room, Xiao Song and He Rui searched around and found something new.

The faint lighting shines on the quaint scroll.

They are thick and heavy, but they have become fragile and fragile due to years of silence.

An entire wall is filled with such scrolls.

Among them, the arrangement of one volume is quite special.It stands alone and occupies a single row.

The two of them worked together, lifted the four hands together, and took out the scroll.

"Without tools, opening it forcibly is not conducive to preservation, and it is likely to destroy the integrity of the ancient objects."

Seeing that He Rui wanted to unfold the scroll to check, Xiao Song frowned and stopped him.

"If you don't look at it, you won't know what's inside. Maybe there's a way to save us?"

Having said that, He Rui didn't shake off his hand, and his expression was surprisingly calm.

When Xiao Song hesitated, he added: "Your colleagues were killed by something outside."

So, come to an agreement—whether it is broken or not, and see what is recorded in it.

The material of the scroll may be paper, if it is left here for too long, it will feel as if it has killed the wings of a butterfly.

Every inch it is unfolded, there will be a creaking and inextensible crisp sound from the scroll, which is shocking.

"This painting..." Xiao Song's mouth twitched twice.

On weekdays, what I saw in the exhibition room were famous paintings by famous artists, so I unconsciously formed an inherent impression that ancient people were very good at painting.

The crude painting style in front of me is obviously different from the paintings in the exhibition.

The lines have no rules to follow, here are black lumps, there are red lumps.Some places are darker than others, while others are more round.

The painter didn't write randomly, it can be seen that some thought was used, and the red, red, black and black in some places corresponded.

What is the content that can be drawn is really difficult...

Xiao Song felt that his knowledge of painting was not deep enough, so he tried to ignore the prejudice at the first glance, and associate red, red, black and black with deep meaning.

"In the painting..." After a long silence, He Rui asked, "Does it look like a family reunion picture?"

"Ah?" Xiao Song looked horizontally and vertically, but couldn't find where the "family" was.

"The larger and more specific black is the host of the family banquet; the red snuggling next to him is the host's partner; the ones beside him are both black and red, and their miniature versions probably symbolize children and grandchildren... Black, black, red and red are dotted lively, this should be a big courtyard, and there are so many things in it, it is to express the living conditions..."

Thinking that He Rui can not only lead the way, but also has research on ancient paintings, Xiao Song widened his eyes and spoke with admiration: "Wow! How did you see that?!"

"Uh, don't be so surprised, I just guessed."

He Rui touched his head in embarrassment: "My nephew is in kindergarten, and I can see this kind of painting on his desk from time to time. After hearing him explain it to me a few times, I will also see it."

"Don't tell me, what you said just now, I really look like it."

Following this logic, Xiao Song quickly understood the painting in front of him: "Hey! You said that the lines of different thicknesses, do they resemble a tree?"

——It’s like, when children draw trees, many like to draw them like that.

This specially placed scroll did not provide any help to their situation.I thought the other scrolls on the wall were the same, but I didn't want the next one to surprise them both.

— A painting with a status symbol appeared.

Comparing the two paintings, even the theory that "paintings of this era follow abstraction" is no longer valid.

Facts have proved that not everyone can paint in ancient times.For example, the person who painted the first picture may be real and can't draw.

The back of a man is drawn on the second scroll. Even a layman can feel the artist's superb skill.

The paper faded to pale yellow, making the background color appear eerily warm.

The painting is a celebration, and the perspective is from afar.The man does not occupy a very large position in the painting, not even in the center of the painting, but he is clearly the protagonist.

Every detail on his body is clear, down to the fingertips, accessories, and a hair that curls up.

Vivid and tiny, it seems that when you raise your hand, you can touch the fluttering sleeves of that person through the warm light of the celebration.

The preservation technique of the scroll was significantly less used than in the previous painting.They opened it lightly, but it was still inevitably damaged.

Not only this scroll, but the more scrolls were opened, the more He Rui and Xiao Song felt that the first scroll that was least worth saving in their eyes had the best preservation technology.

There are old tattered picture scrolls all over the place, all of which are backs.

In spring, summer, in the snow, in the cold night; whether alone or surrounded by crowds, men only have backs, never look back, and look where they came from.

The painting is not signed or stamped.

Not even a single word was left to tell the story of the painter and the person in the painting.

The person who painted this painting did not seem to have the intention of passing it on to the world.

Presumably, to bury the painting in such a dark place must be to hope that it will never appear again.

……

Yu Shou saw Qiao Zhi.

He jumped up and down, grabbed an osmanthus cake in his hand, and ran over from the end of the dark road.

He has grown up a bit, and his stature has the feeling that the nutrition of a young man can't keep up with his height. It's almost impossible to find the little fat brother in the past.

The dimples on his face are obvious, his brows and eyes are crooked when he smiles, and he is so happy that he is heartless.

He and his appearance have never been similar.

The distance was only ten steps, and Yu Shou didn't step forward.The sense of indulgence brought by the illusion made him have to be vigilant.

He started to feel a little bit, he didn't want to understand anymore.

Whether it's out of interest considerations or a bad premonition, there are enough reasons for him to stop at this point.

——Dragon eggs, pink dragons, girls with shofar braids, if they were all dragons before, why is it replaced by Qiao Zhi now?

——Wait a minute, sweet-scented osmanthus cake...

"What do you want to tell me this time?" he asked him.

Qiao Zhi remained silent, eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake by himself.

"Qin Wanjin..." Yu Shou pointed at the young man, and suddenly asked the people beside him, "Can you see him?"

Qin Wanjin nodded: "I can see it."

"But your reaction is too calm, isn't it?"

He finally pointed it out, and hoped that Qin Wanjin could let the matter go.

——Qin Wanjin's calmness has reached a weird level.The evasive fear he showed when he was with the team members before was gone; seeing the boy who appeared out of thin air, he had no intention of running away; moreover, he called the team leader to himself in ancient costume , as if there was no hesitation from the beginning to the end...

How should I put it... as if, he already knew something in advance.

"Group leader, why don't you touch him?" Qin Wanjin laughed.

This smile didn't have the vicious distortion exposed by tricks, he smiled more gently than usual, even with a hint of flattery.

Yu Shou was shocked.

During this period, the little ghost finished eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand.

He raised his head and looked at Yu Shou with joy in his eyes.

"I found it, your brother. Do you remember him? His name is Qiao Xi!"

——Sure enough, this Qiao Zhi was transformed into a dragon.

Yu Shouchang sighed.

"Haha! Why are you sighing, I left a piece for you."

The teenager laughed loudly at him shamelessly.Then, like a magic trick, he took out a small paper bag behind him.

"Here, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I bought for you."

He held it openly, waiting for him to take it.

"..."

Looking at that face, Yu Shou couldn't think of rejecting it.

Probably because he didn't believe that he would harm himself, anyway, he wouldn't believe it.

This trust is unfounded and stubborn, beyond all reasonable judgments.

--why?

—Who are you to me?

—What are you going to tell me?

"Ok."

Yu Shou closed his tired eyes.

He touched the paper bag in the young man's hand, even though he knew it, he could only touch a cloud of air.

--Ok……