There are dragons and tigers, bells and drums;
Dragons soar and tigers leap, civilized and military;
The river is like a dragon, the mountains are like tigers;
Look up to the sky with a long whistle, cry with a long song;
A sword cuts through the sky,
A blood annotation of thousands of years of history.
——"Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger" Lyrics by Ren Weixin
The wind is caressing the earth gently, and the rain outside the door is falling sparsely. In my mind, a song lyric is rippling. The sound of wind, rain, and singing are so ethereal and yet so clear. Chen Fan is so quiet. Listening and feeling quietly, it is so comfortable, but also so sleepy, yes, sleepy, as if watching a movie, tired, sleepy, asleep, dreaming but not dreaming, waking but not waking.
The sword light of Liuli, the annoying Book of Songs, and the dim candlelight flickered in front of the desk. A young man was lying on the bed and sleeping quietly. Suddenly, a little bit of brilliance appeared on his body and rose to the sky. At this moment, Chen Fan felt that he was facing the young man. Falling away, yes, falling away, as if I finally have a home where I can live and wander. Inexplicably, Chen Fan knew that he had traveled through time and was in this young man's body.
Without opening the eyes, the soul senses the body, and waves of coolness come from the body. Between exhalation and inhalation, streams of fresh air emerge from nowhere, along the left arm, through the left side of the neck and head, towards The Baihui acupoint on the top of the head rushed towards him, trying to break out of the body, but was blocked by an unknown object. It was accumulating on the top of the head, but as the cold air increased, it was probably only a matter of time before it broke out of the body.
Go to sleep or wake up? Are you dreaming, or have you traveled through time? page? Wordless pages? A book page suddenly appeared in my mind, shining brightly. The cool air above my head rushed up to the Baihui point. A book page appeared. The cool air was blocked by the book page. It rushed through the big vertebrae of the body and rushed down to the Dantian. I was so sleepy, Chen Fan stopped worrying and fell asleep.
The rain gradually stopped, which makes it easier to wake up from good dreams. The sunshine after the rain penetrates the red clouds and shines in the quiet courtyard. "Lang Jun is awake, Lang Jun is awake!" Chen Fan opened his eyes slightly and heard a cry of joy like an oriole. "Hey, I really traveled through time!" Suppressing his panic and hesitation, Chen Fan looked towards the place where the voice came from and saw a girl wearing a white gown with a skirt around her waist and two colorful ribbons growing out of the middle. She turned around and left. Dancing in the wind.
After a while, a sound of footsteps came, "My son is awake, my son is awake, thank God!" Chen Fan looked up and saw a woman wearing a light blue gown with wide sleeves and her head rolled up. She had a bun, a gold hairpin inserted, and her eyebrows were lightly swept. She looked graceful without losing her elegance. Her expression was slightly tired, but full of surprise. It was mother who was here. Chen Fan opened his mouth to call "Mom", but suddenly he felt something was wrong, and there was nothing in his consciousness. Seeing that the little boy called his mother "Mom" and "Amu", Chen Fan almost subconsciously called him softly. At the same time, he remembered that this was the way to call his mother in ancient China during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Could it be that he traveled back to the Northern and Southern Dynasties? Chen Fan had a slightly doubtful guess.
"My son finally woke up. Why did he suddenly fall into coma? Fortunately, Qing'er was with you and found it in time. The doctor we hired couldn't tell a reason. He only said that your soul must have been injured. How could you have injured your soul? ? It's been three days, but why are you still feeling uncomfortable?" How can he answer so many questions and why he is unconscious? To be honest, Chen Fan himself is not very clear now, and how can he talk to people of this dynasty? Based on the scattered clips I've seen before, I'm really not sure of the answer.
The best way at this time is not to speak. Chen Fan pretended to be ready to speak, opened his mouth, then closed his eyes, closed his mouth, and exhaled, "What's wrong with my son?" "Hungry" Chen Fan replied weakly, "Look, grandma is confused. She has prepared porridge. The blue and white lean meat porridge you like to drink. Drink some porridge first to rest your mind." An old woman next to her brought a bowl of porridge. "Come, sit up." Grandma helped her. Chen Fan sat up. At this time, Chen Fan discovered that the bed was very low, about twenty centimeters high. It was a bit like a tatami, but completely different from a tatami. Chen Fan discovered that there were screens on three sides of the bed. Although the material of the bed was unclear, the The screen was carved with bamboo and landscape patterns, which were not affordable for ordinary people. "You won't starve to death." Chen Fan sighed quietly.
After taking the bowl, Chen Fan found that there were several people standing behind his mother. In addition to the girl in white shirt who ran out just now, there were two middle-aged women and a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a brown gown with a waistband. He put on a belt and seemed to have a small crown on his head. Chen Fan glanced behind his mother and didn't look at everyone carefully, but he was sure that he couldn't name any of them and was immersed in eating porridge.
"Drink slowly." Grandma said caringly. The so-called blue and white lean meat porridge is made by mixing green cauliflower and lean meat with rice. The porridge has a light salty taste and a little shredded ginger is put in it. The shredded meat is particularly tender. The vegetables only have leaves and no stems. The rice is crystal clear. It was very soft and fragrant in the mouth. After all, it was purely natural. Chen Fan couldn't help but admire in his heart. He had tasted porridge from many places in modern times, but it was not as delicious as this one. If he opened a porridge shop in modern times, Or if you take the rice here and sell it in modern times, you can probably make a lot of money.
"Alas," Chen Fan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Let's think about the present first. After being reborn, this opportunity given by God may be just this once. Cherish it and take care of the present." Chen Fan is not a blaming person. , for things that you cannot change, you can only accept them first.
"But how can we cope with the situation? Alas!" Chen Fan couldn't help but sigh in his heart again, "It's not good to sigh too much. We need to change it." Chen Fan adjusted his mentality, relaxed, and began to drink porridge slowly. No matter how slowly you drink your porridge, you will always finish it. After a while, the bowl will reach the bottom. "How about another bowl?" Mom asked, "Mom, I want to sleep a little longer and drink later." Chen Fan said.
"Okay, you should rest first. If you need anything, call Ah Chun."
"Okay, Mom." Chen Fan replied.
"Then I'll leave first. I still have something to do." "Yes." Chen Fan nodded. Then, his mother got up and walked out of the room, followed by the woman behind her. However, the young man went to He looked in front of the bed, as if he had something to say to Chen Fan, but when he saw that Chen Fan had closed his eyes, he didn't speak and followed everyone out of the room. Although Chen Fan closed his eyes, he could clearly feel that apart from himself, there was only one person left in the room, probably the Achun his mother was talking about.
Hearing the footsteps disappearing, Chen Fan thought for a moment, closed his eyes and shouted, "A Chun." "A Chun is here, what are your orders?" Chen Fan opened his eyes and saw the girl in white clothes from before. , Chen Fan had just thought about it, it would never be wrong to call him Achun. If the person around him was not Achun, he would say so-and-so. If Achun was not there, Chen Fan could ask where Achun went. By the way, why are you here? If it is, then the name is correct, and the name matches the person. After all, there are a few fragments in the memory at present, and maybe because I just woke up, the memory in the impression is a bit blurry, and I need to recall it.
"Water." Chen Fan said concisely and concisely.
"Do you want to wash your face, Mr. Lang? I'm going to hit him right now."
"Yeah." Chen Fan nodded. He originally wanted to ask for a drink of water and sent the girl Achun away so that he could stay alone for a while, collect his thoughts, and see if the living environment could increase his memory. Later, I couldn't find a scene in my memory where the boy wanted to drink water, so he simply said one word, "water". Fortunately, he had just woken up from a coma, so his simple words were normal. As a result, the girl Achun understood that he wanted to get water to wash his face. Chen Fan didn't need to correct Achun's misunderstanding. He was grateful for the importance of saying a word. Sometimes he could save something, and it often had unexpected effects.
Achun went out. Chen Fan sat up and looked at the house. The house was very spacious, but only one side had a window. The window was diagonally opposite to the left side of Chen Fan when he sat up. At this time, the clouds after the rain had dispersed. A large amount of sunlight shines in from the window, illuminating the front of the window. Through the window, you can see a green tree trunk outside the house and a house wall made of blue bricks not far away.
There is a bookcase in front of the window. On the bookcase is a brass candlestick shining brightly in the sun. There is an unburned candle on it. Next to it are an inkstone and a brush, as well as several Book the bamboo slips. Chen Fan was a little excited when he saw the bamboo slips. If he guessed correctly, it should be the book at this time, but he didn't know if there was any useful information in it.
What made Chen Fan happy was that there was a chair in front of the desk. The chair was not high, only about 40 centimeters, but it matched well with the desk. As far as Chen Fan knows, during the ancient Eastern Han Dynasty, people were still used to sitting on the floor. It was not until the Jin Dynasty that stools and chairs gradually appeared. Although the furniture here is shorter than modern furniture, at least you can sit, read and write. If you go back to In ancient times, it should have passed the Han Dynasty, but I vaguely felt that something was wrong.
Opposite the bed, there are two doors, which are ajar. The doors are against the wall beside the windows. To the right of the door, which is to the left of where Chen Fan is currently sitting, there is a piano stand made of jet black wood. , with a jet-black guqin placed on it. "Halo, it seems that the original owner can play the piano, but I can't. If I had known better, I wouldn't have learned the piano and just insisted on learning the guqin!" Chen Fan learned vocal music when he was a child. Later, the music teacher suggested learning another instrument. Originally Chen Fan was planning to sign up for the guqin, but after his mother kept insisting that learning the piano was good, he signed up for the piano. Later, he regretted it. The basic reason was that he was tired and his mother asked him to practice every day. Fortunately, after he entered junior high school, due to his studies, If it's serious, I won't study anymore. After college, I participated in literary and artistic activities and picked it up again, just for fun, without pursuing any professional level.
Suddenly a thought came to me, yes, grandma, when my grandma in this body came to see me today, she said that the doctor diagnosed me as a "soul" injury. Is there a soul here? Can the soul be unsheathed? In the past, Chen Fan would not believe it, but after this bizarre experience, Chen Fan was confused and confused. Waves of cold air flowed through his body, but only the left half of his body was normal, and everything on the right side was normal. Could it be spiritual energy? There is a vague expectation in my heart, can this body cultivate immortality?
