Live broadcast: My courtyard is a treasure chest

Playing the harp is one thing, and playing the harp is also an intangible cultural heritage. Under the current conditions, Ding Xuan cannot accomplish the former, but playing the harp is still possible.

With Zhang Ruixuan's permission, Ding Xuan carried the guqin to the table beside her. She turned around and thought about whether there was anything else that could be connected.

'Actually, the system has always been live broadcasting. 'Zhang Ruixuan is a little eager for success now. With these things at hand, no matter how many people's memories can be awakened as quickly as possible, it is always better than fighting alone.

Picking up a neatly stacked pack of clothes from the box, Ding Xuan's eyes lit up: "The main thing is that I can only understand many things, even the most basic ones."

"What is this?" The clothes in the bag were very small. Ding Xuan could recognize that the pattern of the twisted silk should be the Thirteen Sussicles of Hangzhou. This thing is not very common now, but in the history of silk, it has always been very colorful. One stroke.

"Huh? You don't know me, let alone me."

Zhang Ruixuan didn't believe that there was something that Ding Xuan couldn't recognize. In the eyes of the former, Ding Xuan could be called an encyclopedia. As long as he could find it in this courtyard, Ding Xuan would be an encyclopedia. Be able to recognize it.

"Oh, it looks like clothes for children. Well, this clothes is very good and the workmanship is very exquisite. Look, there are some words embroidered on it..."

Ding Xuan brought it over, and Zhang Ruixuan naturally came up to take a look. I just didn’t know it by looking at it, but when I took a look, I realized that my name was actually embroidered on this dress. I bet it belonged to me when I was a child!

"Your grandpa really loves you." After folding the clothes and putting them aside, Ding Xuan continued to rummage through the cardboard box without stopping at all, "Luo is very soft, and children's skin is delicate. , the most comfortable to wear, much more comfortable than pure cotton.”

"Oh, I really have no impression..."

Feeling proud in his heart, Zhang Ruixuan also lamented: Time flies so fast that he can't catch his grandfather's shadow, and he has grown from the passionate child before to the numb adult he is now.

Ding Xuan didn't talk about this matter, she just dug out some paper cuttings and flowers from the box, and looked for two snuff bottles - they looked like a pair, and the picture above It's quite exquisite, probably a few years old.

"Oh, there's still dust in here!"

Zhang Ruixuan opened the snuff bottle and turned it over to pour the contents out. This caught Ding Xuan off guard.

Just say that Zhang Ruixuan is smart at one moment and confused at the other. Why is he pouring out good things now? This snuff bottle and snuff are things that can be discussed together!

"No, hey hey hey...ah, ah, cut!"

'Ah, ah, ah, ah, here you are, ah, ah, ah! '

"You're here, suck... ah!"

"What is it? Ahhhhhhhh..."

Zhang Ruixuan fell down too high. For a moment, the snuff in the snuff bottle floated all over the room. Ding Xuan was so stunned that she didn't know how many sentences it took to finish her sentence. The remaining time The children were covered in sneezes.

"Um, harm, that's not snuff...ah, ah ah, ah!" Well, this time Zhang Ruixuan's sins have been paid back to him, and no one has to blame him. There are only two words left. My son "deserves it"!

"No, what are you doing here?" Pulling Zhang Ruixuan's sleeve, she pulled the former all the way out of the ear room. Ding Xuan, who was out of the sea of ​​sneeze, had not yet completely recovered.

The few sneezes just now made Ding Xuan feel that she had never sneezed so much in her life - including when she had a cold! Today this sneeze is simply out of control.

"That's right, ah! At that time, ah..."

"Ah!"

The sound of sneezing one after another resounded through the sky, finally provoking Zhang's father and Zhang's mother.

Zhang's mother still hadn't seen anyone, so she listened to people's voices first: "You tell me, I'll tell you, the dirtbags and smoke over there are not a place for humans at all, and it's not like they haven't known about it for so many years. Clean it up and keep it well?"

The more Zhang's mother talked, the angrier she became. She thought that Zhang Ruixuan had been smoked out by the dust in the house, but she never thought that Zhang Ruixuan was just trying to cover up a prank more than ten years ago.

At that time, Zhang Ruixuan saw that his grandfather was tinkering with this snuff bottle, which was really interesting, so he clamored for one with a painting of Sun Wukong.

But before grandpa could find a craftsman of a painted snuff bottle to customize one for his grandson, Zhang Ruixuan's attention shifted from the snuff bottle to the snuff inside.

Every day I watched my grandfather put snuff next to his nose and sneeze, and at the end he would say, "Oh, it feels so good."

I knew that this snuff was definitely not cheap, but I couldn’t stand it. Zhang Ruixuan had a bright mind when he was a child, and his memory and perception were not bad at all. The next day, he took pepper from the kitchen and poured it in...

"I didn't understand this at the time, so I just thought it could make me sneeze."

"My grandpa always said that sneezing is to expel cold, so I thought that pepper is also said to expel cold, so since it has a similar effect, I just use pepper. Why do I need my grandpa to spend money to buy it? "

Of course, the result is 100% that Mr. Zhang does not dislike his good grandson because of this, but Zhang's father and Zhang's mother have an inexplicable feeling that it is not worth it if they don't beat this person to a ripe old age!

What's more, you still have to listen to Mr. Zhang say a few words: "Children have ideas, what's the point of you two adults competing with children?"

Add a few more: the children are willing to play, and our family is not so poor that we can’t even afford it.

All this made Zhang's father and Zhang's mother dare not show any temper at all.

Remembering that the grandfather who had been protecting him at that time was no longer there, and looking at the snuff bottle filled with pepper by his former self, Zhang Ruixuan knew that his childhood could no longer go back.

Also unable to go back is the self who only knew how to show off some time ago and was still making all kinds of nonsense on the Internet.

"Well, Ding Xuan, you know..."

"Ok?"

"Ah, it's nothing, just do you know how normal snuff should be paired?" Zhang Ruixuan, who originally wanted to admit his identity to Ding Xuan, still didn't have the courage to continue talking after the former responded.

"This depends on the specific needs. This is actually medicine that does not need to be taken, so I don't dare to mess with it."

"Of course there are some that are more maintenance-oriented." Ding Xuan picked up another snuff bottle and motioned to Zhang Ruixuan if she could open it and smell it, "Isn't this still pepper?"

After Ding Xuan finished the second half of the sentence, Zhang Ruixuan turned away. Judging from that virtue, he should be afraid that he would blush with embarrassment, which would be even more embarrassing if he was discovered by the former.

"Ah, whatever you want, I dared to harm such a person at that time. If I dared to harm both of them, I guess no matter how much my grandfather protects me, my mother will have to worry about me!"