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Chapter 92 The Third Movement: Clues...
Before dawn the next day, Bao Le took Jun Zhi back home.It has been raining for half the night, and the road is a little muddy, so we have to be careful not to slip.
"Our family has been separated since my grandfather's generation, and we can't live here any further," Bao Le pushed aside the weeds half a person's height, and pointed to the tall and straight century-old osmanthus tree in the yard."It is said that it was planted by my grandfather when he first came to Chongli, and it has grown so tall now. After my grandfather passed away, my grandmother was unwilling to leave this yard. Even though my parents tried to persuade her many times, they still failed to bring her to the city andWe lived together. So when we were young, our family would come to Chongli for a period of time during holidays. Especially during the Mid-Autumn Festival, we sat under the osmanthus tree, eating moon cakes and admiring the moon.”
"Time flies by like a fleeting horse, and now it's almost five years since my grandma passed away." Bao Le walked to the depths of the yard.
No one has lived in the small courtyard for more than ten years, and so have the houses in the courtyard.It was a two-story classical Su Zhou building with a sloping roof made of gray tiles. The walls had turned from white to gray due to rain and dust, and the corners were reinforced with stone bricks.The window couplets on the second floor and the gate on the first floor are all made of wood, so mold is inevitable.The creeper came from nowhere, protruding from the window. On such a cold winter day, white flowers bloomed at the end of the vine.
This house, indeed, looks creepy at night.
Now it is dawn, the flower buds on the window couplets, the green vines on the white walls, and the withered yellow weeds in the courtyard like the waves when the wind blows, all reflect the warm red halo of the rising sun.One does not write the shocking beauty called "life".
Bao Le pushed open the wooden door, and the room was covered with cobwebs, and the tables and benches were covered with a layer of black ash.The little girl covered her nose, stepped over the threshold, and walked in.After taking two steps, she felt something hit her calf, and she took a look at it with her mobile phone, and it was a small bicycle.Memories flooded my face, Bao Le pulled Jun Zhi, and said excitedly: "Let me tell you, I actually have a bad sense of balance, so I have never been able to ride a bicycle. But I am still addicted to cooking, and I always pester my motherI bought it, and when I was eight years old, I had my first bike, and it was this!"
Jun Zhi glanced at the rear wheel of the bicycle, and complained expressionlessly: "Three wheels?"
"What's wrong with the three rounds, the three rounds are not bicycles?" The little girl was not convinced, she gave him a blank look, and then saw a wooden box on the cabinet in the corner with sharp eyes, and forced Jun Zhi to run over, "Up thereThat, help me take it down, hurry up!"
To be honest, Jun Zhi has known Bao Le for more than a year, and this is the first time he has seen her so childish.She has never talked about her family's affairs. Everyone knows that she lost her parents when she was young, and her grandmother passed away for many years as the last relative.Not to mention that Jun Zhi is taciturn, even Jiang Ning or the young master of the Shen family would not know that she has no relatives and ask her about her childhood.Everyone always thought that growing up in such an environment and repeatedly losing childhood memories of loved ones must be very painful for her.But it's not like that, the little girl is stronger and more open-minded than all the people who love her.
A person will try his best to suffer all kinds of pain in his life. It is not difficult to forget the pain, but how to take steps and move forward again is difficult.
Xie Huai couldn't do it in twenty-eight years, Jiang Ning couldn't do it in a hundred years, and even Jun Zhi, who couldn't remember how many years he lived, couldn't do it either.
Jun Zhi moved the wooden box down, and Bao Le took a breath and opened the box, blowing away the dust on it, revealing the contents one by one.This is simply a treasure chest, full of all kinds of strange things, most of which are children's toys.Like the standard bamboo dragonfly, thumb puppets, bubble machine, flower rope, and even marbles, tops and game consoles that are standard for girls. It seems that this girl did not miss school when she was a child.
Bao Le picked up the flower rope, completely ignoring the dust on it.Although I haven't played this thing for a long time, the steps of the moves are as if they are engraved in my mind. I don't need to recall at all, and I can naturally pull out the original tricks.It was Jun Zhi who opened his eyes slightly, unable to believe that she was asking him to play with rope.But such useless skills as turning the flower rope, don't tell me, he really has it.As long as he lives long enough, there is almost nothing he can't do.
Junzhi stretched out the index finger and thumb of both hands, and easily took the flower rope from Bao Le's hand.As a result, the little girl who loves the new and dislikes the old immediately lost interest in the flower rope, and Jun Zhi watched in disbelief as she groped towards the lower layer of the box without looking back.
Bao Le seemed to find a book by touching it. She didn't have the habit of keeping a diary, and she didn't like to read books when she was a child. Why is there a book in her treasure chest?
The little girl took out the book and typed it on the phone.As the title of the book gradually revealed, both she and Jun Zhi were taken aback.The two looked at each other, and at the same time found that the other party was also confused by the appearance of this thing.
The vertical version of this book opens on the left, which is the standard format for ancient books.The title of the book on the cover is the oracle bone inscriptions in the pre-Qin script, which flourished in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and most of them are sacrificial runes carved on animal shells.However, there was no such advanced papermaking technology in the pre-Qin period, so although the oracle bone script was used, it was a version transcribed by later generations.Judging from the paper style used in ancient books, it should be a book written in the late Han Dynasty.
No matter how you say it, it is an ancient relic. Even if the title of the book is not "The Twelve Chapters of Yin and Yang", it still has high research value for Bao Le.
"Although you haven't read "The Twelve Chapters of Yin and Yang"," the little girl teased Jun Zhi, "you are very familiar with oracle bone inscriptions. If ordinary people have not done systematic study, they will not be able to recognize such abstract characters."
Jun Zhi was stunned for a moment: "The Twelve Chapters of Yin and Yang?"
Bao Le blinked: "You don't know, then why were you so surprised just now?"
Jun Zhi glanced at her, and then avoided the little girl's puzzled gaze.
"Understood," Bao Le realized immediately, and laughed at himself very self-aware: "You shouldn't ask." She is not a character who can hide things, and all emotions are written on her face.That sense of disappointment and loss was so strong that it seemed to be connected into a tangible resentment.
Sighing, Jun Zhi took a step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with her.
The little girl's heart skipped a beat, and she stared back at him with wide eyes.This is not the first time they have been so close, but every time they seem to be so caught off guard.Jun Zhi held her in his arms, the height difference between them was just enough for him to rest his chin on her head.At such a close distance, she could not only smell the strong body fragrance of his body, but also feel the temperature from his chest.
Bao Le found that he slowly closed his eyes, the curly and thick upper and lower eyelashes stacked together, casting a shadow on his fair face.
Only then did she realize that one of his hands was on top of her own, while the other was on the ancient book she was holding.In an instant, the oracle bone inscriptions on the ancient book suddenly changed, and a strange wind from nowhere turned the pages of the book.Countless black words like ants flew out of the pages of the book, wrapping them in the middle as if they were alive.
This is not the first time she has seen this kind of text, and it is definitely the same as the one in the Land of Enlightenment.Although she has never studied it, nor is she a professional in writing, but she just knows it!
So this is the Shen family's yin and yang Taoism?Can Jun Zhi also activate Yin Yang Dao Wen?But doesn't it mean that only the Patriarch of the Shen family can control and interpret this thing?
The little girl was still suspicious, and suddenly a certain image flashed through her mind.It is not accurate to say that it is the picture, because at that moment, she not only saw the picture, but also heard the sound, even smelled the smell, and felt the temperature.Although it passed by in a flash, it was like engraved in the memory.Not only did he see it clearly, but he was also forced to remember it clearly.
She seemed to be there in person. In the cold winter when wintersweet blooms, she saw the silent ancient city of Nanjing, shed a stream of warm blood and fell on the snow-capped ground.
A man in a cloak and a white brocade robe, holding a familiar folding fan in his hand, fell behind him.The crooked crown of hair, unable to control the blue hair, scattered around and covered his face.Those blood beads that had just reacted rushed out from the cut wound on his neck, staining the snow under his body red in a moment.
She followed his last gaze and looked up. The man who killed him was dressed in a black suit, holding a long knife that cut iron like mud, wearing a bamboo hat and covering his face with a black veil.She couldn't see the other person's face clearly, only his knife, she would never make a mistake.They all said that this knife is the best child-mother knife, and it has a famous name called Ziwu Yinyangrui.
"Jun Zhi..." She only had time to call out to him.
The picture faded away suddenly, and the last look he gave her was half of the veil blown away by the wind, and other people's blood splashed on her face as pale as a ghost.His eyes were dull and indifferent.
...
Jun Zhi let go of Bao Le's hand, and when his fingertips brushed her forehead, the little girl flinched, and her innocent eyes, like deer's, closed tightly for a second.So he didn't continue what he was doing, and the two kept a safe distance. He glanced at the book in her hand and said indifferently: "I can read Oracle Bone Inscriptions, but I can't understand Yin-Yang Dao Inscriptions."
Bao Le opened his eyes, only to find that the book in his hand hadn't changed in any way from before.But when Jun Zhi grabbed her hand just now, the words in the book were not like this, so this book is actually a book of Yin and Yang Taoism disguised with oracle bone inscriptions?She guessed that in the eyes of Shen's family like Junzhi, this book was completely different from what she saw.
If so, what does that picture in my mind... mean?Is it the price of empathy?In order for her to see the Yin-Yang Dao Wen that danced in the pages of the book, it had to be completely exposed to her, along with the side of herself that she didn't want to be seen by others?
Although Jun Zhi is indifferent, he is by no means a murderous person.But the look in the eyes in the memory is like a dead person without emotion.
It turned out that he also had such a heavy past.
"Jiang Ning is not here." After Jun Zhi said this, he left the small building without leaving her behind.
The little girl rolled her eyes, put the book in her bag, and hurriedly chased it out.Jun Zhi has long legs and walks fast, but as soon as he reached the door, he was bumped into his arms by a little girl who hurriedly chased him up.Her forehead hit his straight back, he had very low body fat and didn't wear much, this bump was no different from hitting an iron plate.He was fine, but her forehead was red again.
Bao Le complained: "Why did you suddenly brake? You haven't learned the traffic regulations! Points deducted! Points deducted!"
Jun Zhi looked at her hesitantly, but if she hesitated, it was impossible for her to catch up with him so quickly.
The little girl grabbed a handful of candies from her pocket, picked a yellow one and stuffed it into her mouth, then handed him a red one.Jun Zhi tilted his head, took the candy from her hand, peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth... This was the first time he ate candy of this color, the red candy turned out to be tomato-flavored.
"Jun Zhi," Bao Le called him again shaking his head, "Jun Zhi!" This time her tone was more sincere and serious than the first one. He didn't know why she called him twice, but he had already seenPeople who have lived through strong winds and waves were not moved by her two calls.
However, after a while, the little girl took a deep breath, and solemnly called his name again.
After these three "Jun Zhi", she took his hand, and with the most gentle voice in the world, tiptoed and whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid, I will keep it a secret for you!"
The world of mortals is dark, but the heart is like a mirror.
Jun Zhi's pupils shrank suddenly, and all indifference disappeared in an instant.