After walking for about a quarter of an hour, I followed Yuan to a retro courtyard. The outside looked small, and the wall tiles were gray-blue, which seemed to have a long history. Seeing Yuan, I pushed the door open and entered, the door was half-closed and didn't close. I thought to myself, could he let me in on purpose?
No matter how many there are, Longtan and Tiger's Den will also go in and out.
I sneaked in through the half-closed door. When I was in the house, my eyes suddenly lit up, and I opened my 'O'-shaped mouth in astonishment, and there was something strange inside. Such a magnificent palace, the tall and empty halls make me look like a dwarf.
The most shocking thing is that most of the items displayed in the hall are antique paintings and rare treasures. I usually go to see antique calligraphy and paintings with my father, and I have seen a lot of antiques. Although there are still many that I have never had the opportunity to actually see the real objects, I have seen countless displays on the Internet and on TV.
I completely forgot that I was sneaking in, and I regarded it as an aboveboard visitor who came to appreciate the antiques, hovering beside the antique porcelain cabinets. Looking at the antiques of various dynasties: Deqing kiln double chicken head pot from the Eastern Jin Dynasty, single-color glazed double-ox vase from the Tang Dynasty, blue vase from the Ming Dynasty, gold-bronze Buddha statues and ink-bottomed amphorae from the Qing Dynasty, and suet white jade Avalokitesvara and so on. I have only seen these antiques on the antique website before, so I am more impressed. There are many others that I am not famous for, which simply opened my eyes. I was thinking how great it would be if they belonged to me, and my father would be happier than winning the Mark Six lottery when I took them back. Looking at these antiques, I feel itchy in my heart, imagining what kind of ancient literature and art it would be if they were all displayed in my home.
Looking forward along the cabinets with antiques, what catches the eye is the famous poems and paintings on the wall. These poems come from different calligraphy, including regular script, running script, and official script, as well as some other fonts that I have not yet learned, and I don¡¯t know what fonts they are. I carefully browsed many famous paintings, Chinese paintings, oil paintings and so on. There are many famous paintings in various poses and with different expressions, including high mountains and flowing water, singing birds and fragrant flowers, the Great Wall, majestic mountains and rivers, working and driving, etc. The last sketch hanging in the middle of the hall wall is particularly conspicuous, and it immediately attracted me, as if with a magical power, it made my whole heart and attention focus on it.
This sketch depicts a young girl in a pavilion. I involuntarily stepped closer to that painting, and then I gradually realized that it is a picture of a classical beauty. Although there is no color embellishment, I can still see the noble temperament of the girl in the painting. He's beautiful appearance is like a fairy who doesn't eat fireworks in the world, and each pen line is delicate and vivid to draw her charm, which is lifelike. She leaned on the side of the gazebo column with autumn water in her eyes, and her delicate face was full of sorrow. I don't know why, but when I saw it, I felt an indescribable sadness, a feeling of d¨¦j¨¤ vu, and suddenly I felt sore and painful. one time. Out of the curiosity of this feeling, I couldn't help reaching out to touch the woman's face, and the moment my fingertips just touched the portrait, a mournful scream of "ah" came from the bottom of my heart. The cry made my angina worse again. Like an electric shock, I quickly withdrew my hand, stroked my chest, and stared at the sketch foolishly.
I don't understand what's going on, why my heart hurts, why such a stunning beauty also has the idea of ??helplessness and despair, her eyes are full of sorrow, and people can't help but sigh.
Finally, I saw the words left behind by the girl¡¯s gauze skirt in the painting, ¡°It turns out that the flowers are blooming everywhere, but it¡¯s all ruined like this. What¡¯s the best place for a beautiful day, who¡¯s house is a place to enjoy the pleasure.¡± I can vaguely see a few other words - Goddess Nora. She is a goddess? I also believe that the beauty of this celestial being looks like a goddess, but aren't goddesses usually devouring the fireworks of the world? Why do they have such a desperate expression? The sadness in her eyes only hates the beauty that no one appreciates or the lover's departure? At this moment, I was deeply fascinated by her, and I suddenly wanted to know everything about her.
Whether it is this ancient and gorgeous courtyard, or this portrait of the goddess Nora, I have never seen it in real life. What's more, I am still on the scene now! It made me full of curiosity about this place, "No, this is just a dream, don't be too excited." I patted my forehead, trying to keep myself awake, not to be confused by everything here. Maybe it was because of some sorcery tricked by the man named Yuan just now that he was bewildered by him, so he had hallucinations.
"Little girl, are you feeling well?" Suddenly, an old and rich voice seemed close and far away, and I suddenly raised my head, only to see a half-haired old man standing in front of me with a very strange smile.
'Wow little girl? ¡¯ I couldn¡¯t react to this title in my mind.
"Are you okay?" the old man asked again.
"No, I'm fine." I giggled and nodded, still obsessed with??'s story, I really want to know everything here. "I asked boldly.
After hearing this, Uncle Lin looked at me very seriously. After a while, he turned his body slightly and looked at Yuan, as if he was asking for his response.
I followed Uncle Lin's gaze and saw Yuan pondered for a moment before nodding slightly.
"Well, maybe it's God's will. Since you and Meng Yuan are so destined, I will tell you everything here." Uncle Lin walked slowly to the center of the hall, looking at the portrait of Goddess Nora that fascinated me just now, I also followed him forward, paying attention to his every movement and eyes.
Uncle Lin stared at the portrait of Goddess Nora in a daze, and said in a deep tone: "Everything about Mengyuan starts from a thousand years ago"
"A thousand years? Is it so long? What era is that story?" I swallowed deeply, it sounded amazing.
"What I want to talk about is the beautiful love story between Goddess Nora and Jingtian Shenshi. They created all the beautiful things here, so we should respect them as Dream Gods." Uncle Lin said, holding the scroll with his hands, Roll up the portrait until halfway through, there is a wall brick in the center of the portrait that has a different color from the other wall bricks. Uncle Lin pointed at this palm-sized wall brick and gently tapped it three times rhythmically. A wall brick of a different color unexpectedly slowly moved out of another square. Uncle Lin put his hand in, as if he wanted to take something, groped in the space for a while, then took out a small light blue cloth bag, glanced at me, and said, "Put your hand out."
Although I didn't understand why, I obediently opened the palm of my right hand and stretched it out. At this time, Uncle Lin took out a small colored jade from a small cloth bag and put it on my palm. I saw this small colorful jade oddly shaped like a five-pointed star, with a bright and clean surface, as bright as a bright glow, and each corner is faintly shining with multicolored glow.
Uncle Lin then pressed his palm on the jade, and my palm was close to the jade. The moment Uncle Lin's palms overlapped mine, I felt a warm current pass through my palms and penetrate my whole body. At this moment, Xiao Caiyu emitted a shining multicolored divine light, which made me almost unable to open my eyes. My whole body trembled, and my consciousness was immediately brought to another world. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com