When blood clan meets metaphysics

The car was driving smoothly, passing through the city, driving through the highway, driving through the streets among the dense forests, Yean lowered the window, and looked out the window with one hand on his chin. He always wanted to see more of this era.

After more than an hour's drive, we finally arrived at our destination.

Lishan Museum, located at No. 8 Lishan Road, has a history of 110 years, with a total construction area of ​​nearly 15 square meters.With a total land area of ​​7 square meters, 4 floors above ground, 2 floors underground, and as many as 38 booths, it is the top three museums in China.

Walking along the viewing area, the main exhibition hall is in the shape of a pyramid. The overall architectural structure is rigorous, magnificent, simple and elegant in shape, and has a unique artistic style.

Looking at the majestic building in front of her, Ye An pursed her lips and wondered what she was thinking.

Ye Qing rejected the escorts, not even the guides. His ancestors were not ordinary people after all, and it would be inconvenient to have other people around.

After entering the exhibition hall, there was a dazzling array of antiquities from various periods. Ye Qing glanced at Ye An who had fallen into silence. Although the ancestors usually talked less, the quietness of this meeting was a little different from usual.

He watched Ye'an linger among the antiques, and finally stopped in front of a glass cabinet, without moving for a long time.

Ye Qing's heart skipped a beat.

My heart was empty for no reason, and I felt in a trance that his ancestor would disappear in the next second, as if there was no trace to be found when he came.

"Ancestor..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qing suddenly stopped, and couldn't help taking a step back. He stared at Ye An's direction with wide eyes, and saw that his ancestor's sleeve seemed to be grabbed by something, and his entire arm An extremely unnatural posture was raised, and the cuffs were wrinkled strangely.

And because of this, the strange feeling disappeared, and the familiar ancestor returned.

The force of spreading the cuffs brought Ye'an back to his senses, he lowered his eyes slightly, and sure enough...

Ye'an was almost laughed at by this daring guy, but he learned how to pull the hem of his clothes.

"release."

Bai Fangchen was so anxious that the corners of his eyes turned red, he held back his trembling and pulled the corner of Ye'an's clothes, his handsome face was full of pleading, coupled with his good-looking eyebrows and eyes, it was very pitiful.

Ye An only felt that this guy was too courageous, his face was expressionless, and there was a hint of hostility in his words.

"Jinxuan, let go."

Bai Fangchen trembled all over, slowly let go of his hands, staggered back a few steps, and retreated from the encirclement full of hostility.

"do not leave."

With his current IQ, even though he had thousands of words, he could only spit out these few words in the end. The person in front of him wanted to leave, but he didn't want this person to leave.

Yean stood in front of the showcase without saying a word,

The slender and white fingertips are stroking the objects inside through the glass cabinet. It is a fan-shaped gold-cased pocket clock. The front and back sides are all large-scale hand-carved exquisite patterns. Various flowers and large wavy branches and leaves are depicted beautifully. lifelike.

Ye'an bent her knuckles and tapped lightly on the counter.

clatter...

clatter...

"If you don't stay, how can you leave?"

The tone is indifferent, without any emotional color in the words, just stating a fact.

I think I have already integrated into this era.

Until seeing this watch, Ye An suddenly realizes how far away he is from this era, and it is not a distance that can be shortened by trying to blend in.

This watch uses a specific angle to depict the lines on the branches and leaves, and you can vaguely see two characters, the front is Gong, and the back is Ming.

And his surname is Ye, his name is An, and his style name is Gongming.

This is the pocket watch he wore 300 years ago, and it is now placed in a cold display case in the museum as an antique.

There were other scattered tourists in the exhibition hall, but no one approached within tens of meters of Yean. Everyone subconsciously ignored this area. Even if someone approached, they would subconsciously change direction halfway.

Looking away from the glass cabinet, Ye An said, "Let's go."

Ye Qing glanced at Ye An's face secretly, and pursed her lips: "Sir... If you like that pocket watch, I'll ask grandpa to tell the curator that there are quite a few antiques in Ye's house, so it shouldn't be difficult to exchange them."

Although he wasn't very smart, he still had this wink. That pocket watch was obviously of great significance to the old ancestor. In short, he got it first, and he believed that even if the grandfather was here, he would definitely agree.

Ye An looked back at the glass cabinet with deep eyes, and shook her head after a while: "No, this is where it should be."

Without looking back, he walked towards the door.

The fan-shaped pocket clock in the showcase lay there quietly, waiting for the next person to stop for it.

Then the group visited several exhibition halls one after another. Yean stopped briefly in front of several booths, his eyes flickered in an extremely dark way, and soon returned to calm.

When we left the museum, it was dark, gloomy and oppressive, with dark clouds in the sky.

"Sir, I'm afraid it's going to rain today. Shall we continue shopping or go back to the hotel?"

Ye Qing looked up at the sky, the sky was full of dark clouds, it might rain a little later.

"Back to the hotel."

Not long after getting in the car, the rain began to rustle. Looking through the car window, the scenery under the rain curtain was misty, appearing and disappearing from time to time, seemingly nothing.

After sending Ye An back to her room, Ye Qing also returned to her own room. Just as she sat down on the sofa, the phone rang. It was his grandfather's phone.

"Ye Qing, how is your side? Is there something wrong with Mr. Ye An?" Old Master Ye's voice came from the other end.

Ye Qing rubbed her forehead and sighed helplessly, now he has become a little cabbage that no one cares about.

"Grandpa, don't worry, sir is very nice, and accepts new things well, and grandpa, let me tell you, sir learns things super fast, I don't think he will need me in a few days..."

"That's good. You take good care of Mr. Ye'an. If you have any needs, you must meet them. If you can't make up your mind, tell grandpa. Did you hear me?"

Ye Qing had no choice but to answer, he felt that he used to be like a prince, but now he has suddenly become the emperor's personal manager.

"By the way, grandpa, today I will take my husband to the museum..."

Ye Qing was still very dedicated to the position of personal supervisor, and immediately reported what he saw and heard in the museum.

After two seconds of silence on the phone, the old man asked, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, since seeing that pocket watch, Mr. is not in the right state."

"I'll settle this matter, you go to the museum now, and I'll contact the curator Chen."

After speaking, a busy tone of "beep" came from the phone.

"Hey! Grandpa..."

Well, Ye Qing is even more sure that he is indeed a piece of cabbage, no one loves him.

At the night house, the old man hung up the phone and fell into deep thought.

The grandson of his family can detect the abnormality, which proves that the pocket watch must be very important to the husband. It may have belonged to a relative or friend, or even the husband himself!

In short, no matter who it is, get it first and then talk.

I have to say that the two deserve to be grandparents and grandchildren.

After making a decision, Old Man Ye took out his mobile phone and didn't know who he was calling. After a few simple greetings, Old Man Ye got straight to the point.

"Old Chen, my grandson went to your restaurant today, and when he came back, he said he liked an antique pocket watch of yours... No, no, I know the rules, haven't you been thinking about my bronze tripod all the time? How about an exchange... OK, no problem, it's settled."

When Ye Qing rushed back to the museum again, he saw Director Chen with an old face smiling like a chrysanthemum. All the formalities were completed, and he signed and took the goods and left without delay, as if he was afraid that Ye would regret it later .

An hour later, Ye Qing returned to the hotel again and knocked on Ye An's door.

"Come in."

Ye Qing paused, and pushed open the door. The light in the room was dimmer and more oppressive than in the morning. Ye Qing closed the door and handed over the wooden brocade box in her hand.

"Sir, this is..."

"let it go."

The well-organized speech was interrupted before it could be uttered, and Ye Qing froze on the spot holding the brocade box.

"Put things down."

Only then did Ye Qing wake up like a dream, put the brocade box on the table beside her, and asked tentatively, "Then sir, have I gone out?"

Ye An didn't even look at him, just nodded, and Ye Qing quickly retreated from the room.

There was the sound of dripping rain outside the window, and the house was silent.

Bai Fangchen stood next to Ye An, his gaze stayed on the person on the sofa with his eyes closed and resting his mind. The person seemed to be asleep. Under the dim light, his entire face was pale and almost transparent. nothingness.

He tilted his head and raised a finger, as if he wanted to confirm whether this person would really break like a bubble, but when his finger was still a centimeter away from the other person's face, Ye An's eyes suddenly opened.

Glancing at the fingers close at hand, Ye An's eyes were dead silent, as if staring at a dead object indifferently.

In an instant, Bai Fangchen's whole body was stiff, his soul was flickering, and he was on the verge of falling under the impact of an invisible wave, which would dissipate at any moment. His beautiful eyebrows and eyes were wrinkled. He was clearly suffering from great pain, but that finger was stubborn. The pestle is in front of Ye'an, not retreating an inch.

In the severe pain, Bai Fangchen hummed two words with all his strength.

"it hurts……"

Ye'an raised her eyebrows, feeling that this person was very interesting, she withdrew her mental power into her body, and the indifference in her eyes receded a little.

The invisible fluctuations lingering on Bai Fangchen's body dissipated, but he was just a wisp of living soul after all, and he might fly away if he didn't pay attention. At this time, the soul body was already so weak that it was almost transparent.

"Sure enough, he's still a fool."

If it wasn't a fool, how could it not know how to hide.

Ye'an sighed, raised his hand and held the other's slender wrist, helping him solidify his soul body.

A few seconds later, Bai Fangchen's vague thinking began to become clear, and his soul body became solid from crumbling.

Ye'an let go of his hand, ignoring the fool who was still in a daze, he hooked his finger, and the brocade box on the table floated in the air, and landed smoothly in Ye'an's palm.

Opening the brocade box, inside was the fan-shaped pocket watch in the museum, which Ye An expected, picked up the pocket watch and played with it casually.

Bai Fangchen squatted down and shrunk himself into a ball, sized up his eyes curiously, sometimes raised his head to look at Ye An, sometimes looked at his pocket watch, completely forgetting that Ye An almost killed him just now.

"what is this?"

Ye'an lowered her eyes, put the pocket watch in front of him, and stroked along the lines of the branches and leaves with her index finger.

"This is the official character."

Flip over to the back and trace the lines with your fingertips again.

"It's Mingzi."

"Gongming, it's my word."

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Don't look at the whiteness and misery now.

Don't worry, it will be even worse in the future~