Wei Yuan didn't know how long he had been unconscious.
When the ancient craftsman Yuan closed his eyes, the modern man Wei Yuan, who was still in Qingqiu, regained his spirit in his eyes. The simple pottery was still placed steadily on the table, reflecting the sunlight flowing in from the window. The texture was still delicate, but there was a sense of familiarity.
The long memory was hidden, just like the vague memories of childhood.
I only remember some important things, and most of the things and details are like weathered rocks, without any traces.
The white-haired woman smiled and said, "Do you remember?"
Wei Yuan raised his head and saw the wrinkles on her face and the long silver-white hair. He slowly connected her with the witch in his memory. He subconsciously stood up, paused, and then stopped the action of saluting according to his memory, and slowly replied: "Witch Jiao...Senior."
The woman nodded with satisfaction.
Wei Yuan sat down again, and for a moment he didn't know how to continue speaking.
Nu Jiao said with a hint of emotion: "The Tushan clan was extremely powerful back then, and the only ones who are still alive today are you and me. I didn't expect that the Kunlun Immortal Flower back then, although it didn't keep you alive, it kept your soul from dissipating between heaven and earth."
"After all, even people like Fangfeng, who can be called descendants of gods, will have their souls dissipated after death."
Wei Yuan thought of Jue in his memory.
At that time, she was just a little girl, and it was hard to say whether she was as high as the table.
Thinking about her now, Wei Yuan felt a little strange, and thought of something else, saying: "How did you recognize me? Jue didn't recognize the relationship between Yuan and me..."
Nu Jiao said frankly: "She has only seen you three times, and she was too young at that time."
"You are the first human she communicated with."
"She is simple-minded and doesn't want you to die, so she stole the immortal flower, but time has passed too long. She probably has long forgotten the appearance of the human craftsman and your true spirit. She just remembers the first time she came into contact with death and the joy of getting her name."
"As for me, you were once a citizen of Tushan, and I was a witch of Tushan's generation."
Wei Yuan nodded, his expression a little trance and complicated.
Nu Jiao smiled and said, "What's wrong? You seem a little awkward. The smell on the pottery alone cannot affect you, but knowing your past experiences, shouldn't you feel proud? After all, it is a magnificent story."
Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes and replied softly, "Is there anything I can be proud of?"
"It's not Yuan who is magnificent, but that era."
"If the era is changed, Yuan is just a craftsman for his whole life. When someone came to propose marriage, he stopped him according to the rules of the time, and then attacked the crazy beast with the residents of the tribe. Finally, he recorded the words of the tribal leader and died in his sixties. It was a very ordinary and boring life."
"The reason why you think I should be prouder is that that era was a time when humans and gods coexisted, and the person I once stopped was called Yu, and the beast I attacked was once the water god of the Huai River system, and the text I recorded for Yu has been passed down to later generations."
"So what you really mean is that it is Yu's life that is worth remembering, not the past of Gongsun Yuan."
"As his wife, you are still the same as you were back then."
Wei Yuan paused, weighed his words, and finally said: "Just as cunning."
Nv Jiao smiled, with a cunning smile on her lips:
"But you are also part of that era, so there is naturally a part of you in the magnificent world, which seems to be what the modern materialist view of history says."
Materialist view of history?
No, this is not at all divine or demonic.
Wei Yuan was speechless for a long time, and finally just said:
"Anyway, thank you for today, senior."
Nu Jiao was not surprised by his address, just smiled and responded, then took out a box and handed it to him, saying: "This is a secret letter to the Tianshi Mansion. The identity of the evil has been identified. Compared with Qingqiu Country, which has been isolated from the world for a long time, the Tianshi Mansion knows more."
"The method those people practiced was transformed from a legitimate book. The original true practice part was eliminated, and a quick-success practice method was chosen, so that it appeared to be almost like a demonic way. That book is very famous, and you should have heard of it."
"Taiping Yaoshu."
......
Wei Yuan walked out of Nu Jiao's courtyard.
The whole person was still a little dazed and absent-minded. Tian Nu Jue was quietly waiting outside the courtyard. Wei Yuan looked over and noticed that she seemed to have grown up for more than ten years compared to the past. She no longer looked young, but she didn't change too much, and the original outline could be seen.
It was just that her black hair was longer, and the baby fat on her cheeks when she was young had disappeared. Wei Yuan immediately thought that it seemed that she could not be described as baby fat, after all, Jue might have lived for hundreds of years at that time.
Maybe when he died of old age in this life, she would still look the same as now.
The girl heard the sound and turned around.
Wei Yuan seemed to see the little guy squatting in front of the pottery in the past.
Those eyes had hardly changed much.
The goddess said, "Yuan, you're out."
Wei Yuan nodded, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Jue, do you like your name?"
The girl was surprised, then nodded and replied, "Of course."
"This is the name a craftsman from the Tushan tribe gave me when I was very young. He was my first human friend."
"Although it has been a long time, I can still vaguely remember him telling me the story of pottery. He said that pottery should be used to boil water or cook, but people on Kunlun Mountain don't eat, so I had to put some picked flowers in the pottery he gave me."
Wei Yuan replied naturally, "It doesn't matter. Pottery is meant to be used."
"It's no different to use it to hold flowers and boil water."
"As long as you like it."
When he passed away, the last regret was that he didn't ask the little guy whether he liked the name he gave him. Now it seems that the choice was not wrong. Wei Yuan had a small knot and regret in his heart, which was resolved.
Looking at Jue, who was only in his twenties, he sighed in his heart like Yuan did back then.
"As expected of the goddess of Kunlun Mountain."
......
After getting the information about the interrogation of Xie Dao by Qingqiu State, Wei Yuan had no reason to stay in Qingqiu State. After saying goodbye to Nvjiao, he spent some time to find the black cat that had been missing for several days and set off on his journey home.
In the museum.
Wei Yuan hung up the phone, and Zhang Hao said he would come soon, then wiped the wooden cabinet with a soft cotton cloth dipped in water, and finally placed the pottery with ancient patterns in this corner. It is said that Shennong made pottery in ancient times, and the pottery has been passed down from generation to generation until now.
Wei Yuan covered the pottery with a glass box.
A vermilion-painted standing pottery pot with animal ears from the year when humans and gods coexisted.
There is an imperfect vermilion glaze.
There are nine-tailed patterns of Tushan clan, which are simple and complete, with soft curves.
Yuan made it, Yu used it, and Nvjiao hid it.
Return to the abyss.
Museum collection - 001.
Wei Yuan wrote the number on the paper with a marker and pasted it casually.
During the time they were away, the Qingqiu Fox Hu Ming was not idle. He bought back all the books his old friend had collected. He thought that all the efforts should not be wasted, so he planned to open an old bookstore.
He looked for many places in the whole Quan City, and finally decided to open a bookstore in this old city. There happened to be a two-story attic on this old street, so he bought it directly.
Recently, it has been renovated.
Wei Yuan looked at the ancient pottery, and vivid pictures flashed in his mind, but there was no way to connect them. He simply stopped thinking about it. After all, the ancient experience only left him with the skills of making pottery and jade. At most, he could use this skill to forge. Apart from that, life remained the same.
While thinking, he heard the sound of a car outside. It should be Zhang Hao.
Wei Yuan stepped out, and the bookstore next to him also opened. Wei Yuan subconsciously turned his head to say hello, but it was not Hu Ming who walked out, but three girls who looked to be 18 or 19 years old. One was heroic and bright-eyed, and the other had a soft and gentle face. The last girl who walked out was wearing jeans.
The upper body was a light-colored embroidered jacket, with fair and delicate skin, and holding a very thick book.
Wei Yuan's face froze a little.
"Senior Wei."
Hu Mei was excited at first, and then saluted honestly. Su Yan'er had already smiled gently.
Qingqiu Fox Clan Su, Qingqiu Fox Clan Hu.
There was also a nine-tailed fox with a bronze dagger with a black bird pattern.
Su Yuer bowed and said politely, "The ancestors said that we were involved by the wild fox monster because we rarely contacted the outside world. They didn't allow us to do so before because there was no one trustworthy. Now she said that we can stay on this street for the time being. Please take care of us in the future."
She added, "Of course, we have completed the transfer procedures."
"I will go to the nearest university to study."
Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows and saw Hu Ming busy putting out books, the bookworm Maiwang was quietly crawling over, red embroidered shoes were dancing in the room, black iron scissors were clicking, the soldier souls of the Qi family army were pruning the branches of the soul-nourishing wood brought back by Wei Qing, water ghosts were secretly drinking Coke, and the five-hundred-year-old black cats were lying on the roof to bask in the sun, making gurgling sounds.
The years were quiet and ordinary, well, at least they looked ordinary.
The flower shop opposite opened.
Zhang Hao was getting out of the car, saying hello, "Master Wei, you are back from your trip."
Su Yuer next to him said politely:
"Uncle Wei, you have guests, so we won't bother you."
Zhang Hao glanced at Su Yuer and asked curiously:
"I didn't expect that Master Wei's niece is so old."
Wei Yuan was silent for a while, and explained: "I am just a little older than you."
"Come on, come in and sit down."
"Okay."
Wei Yuan pushed open the door, and Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng followed behind him and entered this small museum. When the door was opened, the bell behind the door rang lightly. Wei Yuan poured them two cups of tea, sat on the sofa, and exhaled.
......
My name is Wei Yuan.
An ordinary museum owner.
I have a potted plant and a cat at home.
Opposite my house is a flower shop opened by an old friend, and next door is a newly opened old book reading room.
The owner of the bookstore is named Hu, and he fosters three high school students from his hometown.
He lives a normal and stable life in the old city.