Before he could react, the owner of the voice had already walked into the dusty room.
Xie Chen looked at the feather duster placed on the cabinet and realized that he had really returned to the real world, back to the time when he first entered his great-grandpa's room.
This means that the time you experience in the Kaitan world will not pass in the real world.
Then why did my great-grandpa not write home for two or three years?
Judging from the situation at that time and his strange trip, it is impossible for my great-grandfather to fall into madness after that incident.
After all, he wrote two letters later.
In other words, he definitely discovered the secrets of the strange world in the middle, and there definitely was key information in the world that he failed to notice.
"Have you finished cleaning over there?"
"You didn't even answer me when I called you just now."
While he was dazed, a girl in a cool suspender skirt walked in from the door.
"What are you doing here?"
"I've been cleaning my great-grandpa's bedroom for so long, but it's still all so dirty."
Xie Chen looked at his sister in front of him and didn't know how to explain it for a moment.
Looking at his dazed brother, Xie Nan also frowned.
"What's wrong?"
"Are you feeling unwell? Or something else?"
Xie Nan quickly came over and supported himself with his hands.
After knowing that he had definitely returned to the real world, he began to slowly let down his guard, and the accumulated fatigue in his body reached its peak at the same time.
If my sister hadn't been supporting me, I would have stumbled and fallen to the ground.
Xie Nan looked at a loss and asked nervously.
"What's wrong with you? Don't scare me."
Xie Chen breathed a sigh of relief, looking like he was surviving the disaster, while shaking his head and answering softly.
"It's not a big problem. It feels good to be alive."
Xie Nan didn't quite understand what nonsense his brother was talking about. The expression on his face was a little unhappy, so he reached out and pinched a lot of flesh on his cheek.
"What are you talking about?"
"Aren't you living well now? What nonsense are you talking about?"
Xie Chen looked at his sister Xie Nan's panic expression and suddenly burst into laughter.
This hearty laughter immediately filled the whole room, and even Xie Chen himself burst into tears from laughter.
Xie Nan really couldn't figure out what was going on when his brother became so crazy after being separated for a short time.
This reminded me of my great-grandfather who was unable to wake up due to schizophrenia until the moment he died.
Of course, these words were mainly narrated by my mother and grandpa later. After all, when my great-grandpa passed away, I and Shechen were only seven or eight years old.
"Let's not clean up now. You can take a rest first."
Xie Nan frowned and said to Xie Chen who was leaning next to him.
It was at this time that Xie Chen came to his senses and waved his hand to his sister.
"It's no big problem. You can go ahead and clean the storage room over there. I'll continue to look around here."
Xie Nan looked at Xie Chen who was suddenly normal again, and then he doubtfully let go of his holding hands.
He complained with a bit of confusion on his face.
"What did you think you were doing?"
"I just wanted to come over and ask if you had finished cleaning this place, but I never thought that not only have you not finished cleaning this place, but it's as if you haven't cleaned it yet."
"Hurry up and finish cleaning up the two rooms and come out. Then we have to go to my uncle's place first."
Needless to say, Xie Chen himself knew the original arrangement.
"I know, I know."
"Since you have cleaned it first, you will also be responsible for grandma's room, sister."
Xie Chen chuckled, saving himself some effort.
Hearing that his brother was so good at arranging things, Xie Nan also tugged Xie Chen's ears with his hand.
"You are really good at arranging things."
Xie Chen immediately took a step back and covered his painful ears with his hands.
"We all agree that a gentleman should talk but not take action. How can you be like this?"
Xie Nan gave himself an annoyed look.
But I didn't expect that this guy Xie Nan would be even more successful.
He grabbed his other ear with one hand and said with a smile on his face: "I knew you were dressing up to be lazy, so hurry up and work for me!"
"How can a gentleman like you be lazy when doing such a small job?"
Originally, he wanted to tease his sister, but he didn't expect to be teased by her sister, so he had no choice but to obey his orders.
"Don't be lazy this time, finish these things quickly and let's go. If it gets dark later, this old house will still be quite scary."
I still wanted to insist on trying to explain, but I held back the words as soon as they reached my lips.
I really haven't thought about being lazy, but even if I tell you something weird about the world, my sister will probably only use it as an excuse to be lazy.
Even if it is not used as an excuse, there will only be another end, that is, rewriting it yourself and going crazy.
No matter what the outcome is, there is no way to excuse yourself.
Seeing her sister walking out, Xie Chen cheered up again.
At least it's not easy to explain now. The things he just experienced seemed too abrupt.
Xie Chen looked at the pocket watch in his hand. It was slowly turning at this time, but the time was going backwards, not clockwise.
Xie Chen naturally knew in his heart that this must be his countdown to the real world.
If the time comes, it will be the time for you to leave this world.
Looking at the mess around him and the dusty cabinet in front of him made me feel exhausted.
Not to mention cleaning, I really want to lie down and sleep peacefully, and have a full meal when I wake up.
Xiechen stretched out, walked to the dusty cabinet, and patted it with a feather duster.
In addition to the compartment where the pocket watch is placed when opened, there are actually three identical wooden compartments next to it.
There are two small compartments on the left and right above the counter.
I haven't seen what is inside these yet.
After Xie Chen finished sweeping the dust on the left side, he used his hands to push away the garbage stuck around it, and then pulled out the small grid on the left side.
There were actually stacks of coins inside, and they were tied with rubber bands. There were six small bundles in total, all neatly arranged.
Ten yuan and five yuan are placed together, and there is a stack of fifty and one hundred denominations at the bottom, but in comparison, the number is not as large as the ones above.
Even more are dimes and cents. These banknotes account for the majority, accounting for almost half of the amount.
"This is... what age did this money come from?"
Xie Chen took out these six small bundles of banknotes, and after untying the hemp rope tied outside, he found at least twenty wads of banknotes.
I have never seen money of this denomination before, I guess it was only used in my great-grandfather’s era.
Because this is Yamashita's hometown, and since my great-grandfather passed away, this place has been temporarily closed.
The surrounding generations of neighbors all knew each other, and there was no occupation of land or damage to the old house.
Xie Chen placed all the coins on the table, and wanted to ask her sister to come in and take a look, but this was only the first small compartment of the cabinet, and she hadn't looked at the others yet.
Naturally, I gave up this idea temporarily.
Xie Chen stretched out his hand and opened the next grid. Compared to the first grid, there wasn't as much garbage in this grid, at least he didn't have to clean it up first.
Xie Chen couldn't wait to put his head over, and when he looked inside, he was much more disappointed than before.
There are all kinds of miscellaneous things in this grid.
Two boxes of matches, a smaller pair of scissors, and a few needles and threads inside, all tangled together.
In addition to these, there are also two round pens. Even after such a long time, they are still sharpened. The pen tips are basically not dull. It should be because they don't write much.
"Is this what great-grandpa used to write letters?"
Xie Chen took out the two round pens from the grid and sighed with a serious look on his face.
Then I looked through the grid again and found that apart from these things, there was really no other stuff, and then I focused on the grid below.
The two small ones at the top have been fully opened, and the only ones left are the three large ones at the bottom.
One of them only contained a pocket watch. What was in the other three would have to wait until you open it yourself.
Xie Chen opened the compartment under the pocket watch without any hesitation.
What came into view was a collection of photos, some scattered.
Under these photos, there are two photo albums that are not too big.
Just because they have been stored for too long, these photos are all covered in dust.
Moreover, the photos are quite old, and they are basically all gray and white, with not many in color.
After Xiechen sorted out the scattered photos, he focused on the remaining two photo albums.
However, after flipping through these two photo albums, I found nothing of much value.
But this is also the reason why I am not interested in this aspect.
If it were a mother or grandfather, she would have treasured these photos left by her great-grandfather as treasures.
After all, too many generations have passed, and the people in the photo, not to mention my uncle, even my grandpa have to guess. After all, the grandpa who can be recognized in the photo is too young.
I also knew that these two photo albums were taken in the past and were left behind by my great-grandfather, so I could recognize who the characters in them were.
The only time I saw my great-grandfather was when he was lying on the hospital bed talking nonsense.
At that time, he was already very old. He was completely different from the young great-grandfather in this photo who was strong and even looked like a scholar.
"Time is really a butcher's knife."
Xie Chen slowly put the two photo albums together, sandwiched the scattered photos into the two photo albums, and then focused on the last two wooden grids.
"I hope I can learn something useful."
Xie Chen murmured to himself, and after placing the photo album, he reached out and opened the wooden grid on the top.
What caught his eye was a wooden box that looked very complete, with very delicate patterns carved on it.
"What is this?"
Xie Chen was very curious and picked up the heavy ink cartridge and slowly placed it on the table.
