The next afternoon, Bao Le drove to the Shen family's old house with his backpack and suitcase on his back.In order to avoid the embarrassment of eating dinner as soon as she went there like last time, this time she found a place just after lunch, and there was still a long time for dinner.When she got out of the car, she dragged the suitcase from the back seat of the car, only to find that there was still a wooden hairpin in the jewelry box in the back seat of the car.

Did she keep two spares in the car before?

Bao Le didn't think much, stopped the car and went to ring the doorbell.Fortunately, she still remembered to ring the doorbell.

It was an ordinary servant of the Shen family who opened the door for her, and led her all the way to Ruan Xiangju, without saying much along the way.

"'Ruan Xianghui's skirts are wet in the rain, purple clouds are three feet long and red boots', Ruan Xiangju comes from Liu Kezhuang's "Dong Ah Wang Ji Meng Xing". Go straight about 50 meters on the right hand side when you go out here, and you will find Master Yan's Guyuan Tower, and there are Pingting Residence and Xunxiangfang in the middle. These four courtyards are combined into the south courtyard of the mansion, and the old lady lives in the east courtyard. If there is anything, the lady can just order it."

Bao Le asked: "How many Ruan Xiangju are there in the house?"

"Just this one," the servant added, "but the mansion has a history of more than a hundred years, and it has been expanded many times, and the name of the courtyard has also been changed, but currently there is only one Ruan Xiangju."

Bao Le hummed, no longer entangled.

...

After putting away his things, Bao Le went to Guyuan Building.

Shen Wangyan got a treasure yesterday, and was playing with it carefully at that moment.His treasure is a Guanyin vase, not too big, just enough to hold it with his left hand.Bao Le glanced at it briefly, and if it is genuine, it should be from the reign of Emperor Kangxi.

"You came early." Shen Wangyan only glanced at Bao Le, then looked away.

"Aren't Jiang Ning and Jun Zhi here?"

"Jiang Ning is upstairs."

Shen Wangyan put down the Guanyin bottle, sighed deeply, took out a small hammer from the desk drawer, and smashed the bottle with a bang.The Avalokitesvara bottle, which was originally good, suddenly fell apart, which shocked Bao Le.

He added: "Jun Zhi is opposite."

It was said before that Shen Wangyan likes to sit in the study when he is free, and use the study to receive guests by the way, but in fact, he has his own independent reception room on the first floor of this room.His reception room is the room facing the study.The study has an open design, but there is no reception room. The door is partitioned by a curtain embroidered with "A Picture of Shanghe During the Qingming Festival".It is speculated that the window of the room faces north, and there is no sunlight, so it is rather cold. It is no wonder that Young Master Shen, who is in poor health, does not like to stay inside.

Bao Le walked over and raised the curtain.

The reception room is very simple, with three sofas and a table, and a projector is placed on the table.The lights were not turned on in the room at this moment, Jun Zhi was lying on the sofa facing the projector, staring at the screen engrossed.

He was watching "The Ultimate Notebook."

That's right, you would never think that it was not a coincidence that he was wearing a hoodie and carrying a long knife that day. He wore it that way because he himself is an out-and-out fan of "Tomb Raiders Notes" for ten years... Later, JunZhizhi also said that he prefers short and light weapons to long knives, which can be daggers, short knives, or even sleeve swords.But he can still carry an unused long knife on his back for the sake of looking good.

Putting down the curtain and coughing lightly, Bao Le felt that young people should not be disturbed watching TV.

Back in the study, Shen Wangyan was still sorting out the remaining pieces of porcelain.

"I have some questions."

Shen Wangyan didn't even raise his head: "Your job is to restore the murals, you don't need to know so much about the rest."

"It is because I know that my job is to restore murals that I have so many questions." Bao Le sat in front of him. "Take the murals of Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang as an example.Mud layer, white | powder layer and paint layer. But this is Bashu, the climate is relatively humid and rainy all the year round. Not to mention anything else, it is impossible not to use cinnabar and lead red pigments for the paint layer alone, but thisThis kind of pigment fades with water and is not easy to preserve. I have never heard of murals unearthed in Sichuan tombs. If it is a creation of carving stone walls, on the contrary..."

"Do you always like to use the knowledge in books to explain those unreasonable realities?" Shen Wangyan interrupted her, "The knowledge in books is also the conclusion of the person who wrote the book after traveling all over the world and personally inspecting and practicing it. SinceSo, of course, there are things they haven't discovered."

He pointed to the bookshelf behind him.

"There's a trap on the bookshelf, go find it."

Bao Le didn't know, so she followed what he said, and she found an immovable glazed tripod on the bookshelf. She turned the glazed tripod left and right like in the TV series.

"Gra—"

The bookshelf moved naturally to the two sides, revealing the iron door behind the original bookshelf that about one person could pass through.The iron door was not locked, and Bao Le pushed the door tremblingly, but before she could go in, a damp rusty smell hit her face, choking her to the point of tears.But this smell is only for a moment, and when the strongest smell fades away, it is not so intolerable.

Bao Le looked at Shen Wangyan, who nodded at her.

Since the host family has agreed, she has no reason not to go in and have a look. They are partners, and Shen Wangyan will not harm her at this time.

The room behind the bookshelf is sunken, but it is only four or five steps high. The room is extremely humid, and apart from the smell of rust, there is a strong musty smell.

"The lamp is on the wall." Shen Wangyan's voice came from the study behind him.

Bao Le fumbled left and right, and finally found the switch on the right wall.

The moment the light was turned on, Bao Le, who was already mentally prepared, was inevitably deeply shocked.On the wall directly opposite her, hung a ten by eight long painting. The whole painting had only two color systems, different shades of red and the dark gray space that should be the background.

The genre of painting is a representative meticulous painting in ancient China, and the content of the painting is Shilihualang.Flowers are the flowers of the other side where you can't see the leaves when you see the flowers, and you can't see the leaves when you see the flowers.Due to the different levels of the front and back, the bloom and failure of the flowers are different, and different reds are used to outline them. Even the flower branches are also close to black ocher red.

Bao Le took a closer look, only to realize that the painting was not hanging on the wall, but a genuine mural.The base white|powder layer is made of talc, and the red pigment on top is not known what kind of material it is.In such a humid place, the red color can still remain so bright. At first, she thought it was just painted on, but she wiped it through the sleeves, and there was no paint stained on the clothes.

"Well, I still have a bit of artistic talent." Shen Wangyan also walked in, "It took me a lot of thought. I originally wanted to try to use bluestone blue with white and gray as the base, so as to play a warm and cool role in the color tone.The effect of the collision is that the ideal color has not been found. How long do you think this painting has been preserved?"

"A month?"

The most humid thing in Nan Jing is summer, especially during the rainy season. Bao Le didn't think any paintings could be preserved in such a humid environment, so she estimated the time from after the rainy season to the present.

"You are wrong," Shen Wangyan said, pointing to a bright red flower among them, "I drew this five years ago."

five years?!It has been five years, but the state of this Bianhua flower, I believe you said that you painted it yesterday.Even if it is as dry as Mogao Grottoes, it is impossible to preserve such a bright red color.This is not a question of wet and dry, this is a technology that will not rot for many years, and it is still difficult for modern art works, let alone murals.

The basement was damp and smelled bad, Shen Wangyan stayed for a while, and coughed unavoidably.He covered his face, leaned against the material table covered with paint behind him, and laughed in a low voice.

"It's not the paint that's special," he said, "but the paint that has my blood in it."

Bao Le was shocked.

Human blood is not an incorruptible pigment, on the contrary, it is easy to change color, because the iron in the blood will oxidize and turn black when it comes into contact with oxygen.But when Shen Wangyan said this, Bao Le did not doubt the authenticity of what he said, as if his blood was a different kind of blood.

She didn't dare to continue asking.

"Do you still remember the three pictures in 1920? I can only tell you that the person who brought us these pictures from the tomb will never lie to us. And if my guess is correct..."

Before Shen Wangyan finished speaking, he coughed violently, as if to cough up his lungs.Bao Le stepped forward to help him, but was blocked by his arms.

Young Master Shen waited for a while before continuing to finish what he just said: "This painting is the clue to one of them, please take a good look at it."

The Bianhua has always been a ghost flower in myths and legends. It is said that it blooms for eight hundred miles in the Yellow Springs.From a practical point of view, this kind of flower is common in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River in my country, and it is not rare. There are breeding gardens in Nan Jing.From the point of view of artistic value, the outline of the flower is lifelike, and the use of color is also extremely elegant, which shows that the painter has many years of meticulous painting skills.

Oh, by the way, in Buddhist terms, this kind of flower is also called Manjusawa.

It sounds very tall, but the ancients in our country preferred to name it after its shape, so there are also unbeautiful names like chicken feet.In addition, Bianhua belongs to Amaryllidaceae, and some people use red Lycoris to call Bianhua.

Other than that, nothing special.

Looking away, she said, "I'll help you out to rest."

Shen Wangyan always felt that Bao Le was a very smart little girl.He leaned his body on Bao Le and let her help him out. Baole's heartbeat was very steady.She doesn't ask anything now, it's just because she knows she shouldn't ask, and she wants to play the role of an outsider who takes money to do things.But who said that she is not full of doubts in her heart now, she is obviously a personality who pursues the unknown, and she will ask questions sooner or later, so he is not worried.

After this trip is over, she might know what she shouldn't know.

It's not whether she wants it, but whether he wants it, whether the Shen family wants it or not.

It's heaven, do you want to.

...

Bao Le stayed in the Shen family's old house for another night, and at six o'clock the next morning, someone came to wake her up.

She is by no means a person who likes to get up early, and the six o'clock last time was definitely an accident.Bao Le habitually sleeps in the morning and wakes up at noon, which is in line with the work and rest standards of contemporary young people.

Yawning, Bao Le took the washbasin and went out to wash up.

By the pool, she saw an acquaintance.Jiang Ning is wearing a brown sleeveless T-shirt today, a white jacket with the zipper open, dark hiking pants, and a green camouflage belt tied around her waist.She has a good figure like a clothes hanger, and she is also extremely beautiful. It can be said that she is the most conspicuous one in the crowd in whatever she wears.

Jiang Ning also saw her, and raised the corner of her mouth: "Are you going to Ya'an in this?"

Bao Le took a look at the casual shirt and casual pants on her body, there was nothing wrong with her, and she didn't wear a skirt, so she looked quite fresh and capable.

Jiang Ning patted her on the shoulder and didn't continue talking.

While she was about to leave, Bao Le asked hesitantly: "The wooden hairpin I gave you..."

Jiang Ning looked back: "What's wrong?"

Bao Le shook his head, and said with a playful smile: "Let Shen Wangyan save me a breakfast, I like meat buns, and I don't like white porridge!"

...

Jiang Ning walked around the corner, and as soon as she turned around, she saw Jun Zhi standing there with her arms around her chest, with no expression on her face, and of course she never expected this man to have an expression.

"Wait for me?" Jiang Ning asked.

Jun Zhi was still taciturn, and didn't even bother to move.

Jiang Ning smiled: "Oh, wait for her."

Lifting up his coat, Jun Zhi took out a short dagger for self-defense from the weapon pouch at his waist, inserted it into the leather scabbard, and threw the entire dagger out in a standard parabola.

Pulling the corner of her mouth, Jiang Ning reached out to catch it.

"Give it to her." After finishing speaking, Jun Zhi stepped on the corridor pillars and jumped onto the roof of the corridor.

Jiang Ning played with the dagger in her hand, tsk, this is a special lightweight model.

...

"No, the airport security check, you gave me a knife, do you want me to be arrested on the spot!" Bao Le pointed at the dagger in Jiang Ning's hand and screamed strangely.

"It's not a knife," Jiang Ning blocked her ears, thinking that the girl could really scream, "It's a dagger."

Is there any difference? This length is regarded as a controlled knife!Would the police uncle believe that you used this thing to peel apples?

Bao Le looked at the other equipment that Jiang Ning had brought—a pair of military boots imported from the United States, a pair of hiking pants of the same style as Jiang Ning, and a jacket with a hood.

She doesn't really want to wear military boots. It's still summer, and the military boots don't look breathable. They must be stuffy and hot.She feels that the pair of sneakers on her feet are very good. They can be used for running and climbing, and the most important thing is that they are breathable!

Jiang Ning rubbed her temples, hating that the iron could not become a steel road: "We are going to the Sichuan Basin, a place with very humid rainfall all year round, and you also know that the tomb is likely to be under the mountain, so there is a high probability that we will have to go into the mountain.There must be poisonous insects and snakes in the mountains, relying on your shoes, do you think it can prevent snakes or insects? I promised Qi Badou to protect you, the premise is that you don't hold me back, understand?"

Bao Le nodded aggrievedly.

Jiang Ning sighed: "The hiking pants are made of special material and design, which can dry faster in the rainforest, and because there are many pockets on the pants, they can be equipped with self-defense equipment and energy food. Considering where we are going this time, we also prepared jacketsA waterproof jacket with a hood, although it's hot now, but when you get there, you'll understand that these delicate things are worthless before your life."

Bao Le thought, when she comes back this time, if she can come back, she must study Master Pei's video thoroughly.

"This dagger..." Jiang Ning wrapped the dagger in her palm and slapped it on the table, "Forget it, you won't be able to use this if you give it to you. Here, take this."

She handed over a long whip.

Why in her logic, she can't use a knife but can use a whip!Poor Bao Le didn't dare to complain face to face, so he could only accept the whip obediently - this is a very thin and thin long whip, made of some kind of animal skin, and it looks like it has a layer of barbs.It is estimated that a layer of skin can be torn off from a human body.

Jiang Ning gave her a few more buckles.

"You can hang it on a belt," she said, "or use it as a belt."

"..."

There is such an operation!