Who is not a fairy?

Song Yu's expression darkened immediately.

The moment he saw that face, he was only surprised for a moment, and then his anger swept over him.

He never believed that that person was He Xu, He Xu had no reason to do this, and that animal-like greasy thing on a woman was so disgusting that he wanted to wring that person's head off.

—Yes, unscrew the head off.

Song Yu was carrying the hot food, standing in front of the door with a calm expression, but his hands revealed his thoughts, and he slowly clenched them tightly, the plastic bag strangled his hands so painfully, the pain brought back his reason, Song Yu lowered his eyes in surprise, and glanced at his red palm.

Just then-

"Ah Yu!"

He Xu, wearing slippers and a coat, called him from the stairs.

The tip of He Xu's nose was a little red. I don't know if it was from a fever or from wiping his nose, but no matter what, the redness directly brought him back to his college days, and he had a kind of innocent and cute childlike look.

Song Yu glanced at the door facing him almost reflexively. The door was tightly closed, not even a fly could escape. He Xu followed his gaze and glanced: "What's wrong, standing here stupidly?" ?”

Song Yu lowered his head, cleaned up his expression, and said softly: "It's okay, why did you come down?"

As he spoke, he walked quickly to his side, seeing that He Xu was lazy, and refused to put on his clothes properly, so he could only put them on. He glared at him, supervised He Xu, stuffed his hands back into his sleeves one by one, and then helped him He fixed the neckline.

He Xu leaned on He Xu as if he had no bones, and Song Yu fiddled with him casually, saying in a muffled voice, "I'm hungry, I called you, but I didn't answer, so I came down to find something to eat."

Song Yu glared at him: "Nonsense."

Staring at the same time flipping over the phone.

He Xu took the food, and at the same time stared back, not to be outdone: "The wings are hard, it makes sense for me not to answer the phone."

Song Yu took out his mobile phone, and there was clearly a missed call and an unread text message on it, which was also found on WeChat. It can be said that He Xu had checked all the communication tools, and he was considerate enough.

Song Yu: "..."

He Xu looked at his mobile phone, sneering.

Song Yu muttered in a low voice to defend: "I have always turned on the ringer, and the sound is not soft, it is impossible not to hear it."

He Xu folded his hands on his chest and gave him a squinting look, obviously in disbelief, but in the end he called him face to face, and the ringtone was not too ringing.

Song Yu: "..."

He Xu knew that he definitely didn't do it on purpose, but he had bad genes in his bones, so he wanted to squeeze out a few more words. When he was about to open his mouth, Song Yu lowered his head and his hair was limp. He Xu reached out and touched it, feeling oily. Slippery, like touching Erhuang's hair downstairs.

He Xu smiled, hugged his face and pouted: "Do you still dare to be so fierce in the future?"

"I dare not, I'm sorry."

"Okay, okay, don't blame you, let's go downstairs for dinner."

Song Yu blinked: "I've already packed it up..."

He Xu: "I've been bored in the room all day, and I just went downstairs to get some air, let's go."

Song Yu is an unprincipled person. It must be said that He Xu is also a principled person. Pidianpidian followed him and went to the lobby to unpack the lunch box and start eating.

At the end of the day, He Xu's fever had almost subsided, and the dishes were all the ones he wanted. After a while, he ate up a bowl of rice. He called the waiter to come to refill the rice, but nothing happened. He decided to rely on himself and went to the kitchen to scoop up the rice.

Song Yu was also very hungry after running around for a day, so he went to the kitchen after waiting for a while before returning to He Xu.

As soon as he entered the kitchen door, he saw He Xu holding the white rice in one hand and a few rice grains in the other hand, throwing them into his mouth carelessly, leaning against the wall lazily, gossiping with the chef brother.

"This rice tastes really good."

"Of course, the rice in our village is exported abroad. Wouldn't it be delicious?"

Song Yu was hungry and didn't have the leisurely time to chat. He wanted to leave after serving the meal, but He Xu pulled his sleeves calmly. Song Yu raised his eyes to look at him, but He Xu ignored him. Instead, he said to the chef: "My family buys I bought a bag of imported basmati rice, but the taste is not as good, is the rice bad or the cooking method is wrong? I think your pot is very special, is there something special about it?"

Song Yu followed He Xu's gaze. He was in a hurry to serve the rice just now. Now that he looked carefully, it was really special: the pot was a relatively rare cuboid, with a large top and a small bottom. The rice was steamed in a steamer on the top, and the firewood was stuffed with a small opening at the bottom. .

The small hotel was understaffed. Seeing that the fire was not burning, the big chef quickly stuffed some more: "This pot is useless. In most households, the rice is [-]% to [-]% cooked, and the rest is steamed in a steamer. It will be very fragrant. "

Song Yu glanced at He Xu's face, and finally realized that his ulterior motives were not in drinking, and he was eyeing this strange pot, so he chimed in: "I think this pot looks very strange."

The chef obviously heard this too much, and he introduced it familiarly: "This pot has been around since the time of Qin Shihuang. It was a copper pot a few years ago. Later, experts said that copper is poisonous. In recent years, it has been changed to iron one after another. It’s a pot, it’s a feature of our place, I don’t think there’s anything special about it, it’s just a pot, as long as it can cook.”

He Xu and Song Yu looked at each other, and said with a smile, "Okay then, I'll go back to eat first, thank you brother."

The chef brother responded, and the two couldn't wait to sneak back to the dining table.

The two of them were silent during the second half of the meal. Song Yu seemed to want to say something, but He Xu gave him a wink, and he didn't say anything. After sloppyly solving the stomach problem, he went upstairs and closed the door tightly.

Song Yu was sitting on the bed, but his eyes were wandering around in the corner. He Xu poured a cup of hot water for him: "What are you looking at? I checked this place, there is no monitor, and the sound insulation is good. Feel free to say what you want to say. "

Song Yu said "Oh": "What happened to that rice cooker, I think you are quite concerned."

He Xu was silent for a moment: "Did you go to the Bronze Museum today?"

"No, time is limited. The rice museum I went to—" Song Yu paused and raised his head suddenly, "Do you think that rice pot...is a tripod?"

He Xu nodded: "Four corners, the top is big and the bottom is small. In Qin Shihuang's time, it was a bronze ware... No matter how you look at it, it looks like a square tripod with four corners."

Song Yu frowned: "If I remember correctly, the tripod was first used as a container for cooking food, and then it was used for sacrifices."

He Xu added: "To be precise, cooking was replaced by sacrificial offerings later on, and the symbolic significance was greater than the practical significance. Basically, the Qin Dynasty was not very practical, let alone later generations. After so many years, other places that produce bronze They didn't keep anything, but they kept this..." He suddenly narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice, "Don't you think it's weird?"

Song Yu didn't say anything, just took out his notebook and wrote it down.

He Xu sat beside him and watched him write: "What did you do today?"

Song Yu said: "I went to a few big rice farmers, but got nothing. Then I went to their rice museum and took a few interesting photos."

He Xu raised his eyebrows, and saw Song Yu handing over the phone.

"This is……"

Song Yu kept writing: "This is a topographic map in ancient times. Although they used to be called 'Haidao Village', there is no sea in the mountains. The reason why they can have the name of the sea is because of the water on the top of the mountain. It is the birthplace of the nearby sea."

"The estuary at that time has been flooded now, but I compared it with the current map, and I can still see the approximate location, in Liming City."

He Xu was taken aback for a moment.

Song Yu stopped writing and glanced at him: "To be precise, it's near the seaside park in Liming City."

He Xu didn't speak for a while.

After Song Yu finished writing his ideas, he peeled an orange for He Xu to eat: "Guess, when was the original sea estuary flooded?"

He Xu chewed the orange, and looked at him dumbfounded: "You can joke now."

Song Yu didn't speak, just looked at him with dark eyes.

He Xu couldn't help frowning: "It can't be such a coincidence, can it?"

Song Yu said: "It was 205 BC, the Qin Dynasty."

He Xu's expression changed immediately.

Song Yu wanted to comfort him, but he really didn't know what to say, so he got up to get a glass of water: "Drink something hot, be careful that the fruit is cold, and your stomach hurts after eating it."

He Xu thanked him, and casually took a few sips of hot water: "I thought it was just the rice that was the problem, but now it seems that apart from the rice, it is also inseparable from the bronze."

Song Yu handed over the note he had just written. On it, "rice", "bronze wares", and "Qin Dynasty" formed an iron triangle, and beside it was written a big "copper rice village" and drew a circle.

Song Yu whispered in his ear: "Maybe it's not just the rice, the bronze, the kindling...it might be related to the whole village."

He Xu's left eyelid twitched, he closed his eyes, covered the eyelid with his palm, and sighed wearily.

Song Yu felt that the flesh that He Xu had just raised was gone again, looking at the sharp chin, he didn't look like the innocent and lively student who was at the stairs before.

He was very distressed, but he didn't dare to say some things, so he hugged He Xu, resting his chin on his shoulder, thinking about whether to tell what he saw when he got out of the elevator.

Even though the door was closed, he seemed to be hallucinating and saw the man holding He Xu's face.

And He Xu sent him a message, but he didn't receive any of them, and he had only checked his phone before going upstairs.

……

Song Yu took a deep breath, thought twice, and finally decided to speak out.

"He Xu..."

He managed to gather up enough courage, and only called out his name, but was interrupted by the untimely ringtone of his mobile phone. That little courage was immediately defeated, and He Xu took a look at him. , he turned his eyes away and hurriedly said, "You answer the phone first."

He Xu frowned, stared at the phone impatiently, and then pressed the answer button.

Originally, there was still a half-hearted expression on his face, but he couldn't help but sit upright when he heard it at the end. Song Yu stared at him nervously. Finally, he finished answering the phone and was about to ask a question, but was snatched by He Xu white.

He didn't keep it secret, and said bluntly: "It was a call from the former library god just now."

Song Yu was taken aback: "He? Didn't he leave Liming City?"

He Xu said "um", with a very headache: "Leaving and returning, after all, I still miss my old colleague. The matter of checking fire has not stopped. He said that he has an old friend's apprentice who travels all over the world, and some miscellaneous things , I know something that I can’t explain clearly, this time because of new clues, I was sent to Tongdao Village.”

Song Yu was silent for a second.

"It doesn't make sense to hide it, so I told him that we are also in Tongdao Village, and he said it was just right, let the three of us meet and exchange information."

Song Yu's head hurt when he heard it.

"that person……"

He Xu didn't speak, just when there was a knock on the door, Song Yujin slowly went to open the door with his shoes on, and as soon as the door opened, Xiong Yihui's unsurprising face was revealed.

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