I'm just a "little half fairy"

The two walked to the two tall wooden courtyard doors, and Xu Mowen used the key to unlock the bronze padlock hanging on the door.

Yan Ting couldn't help worrying: "With such a simple lock, aren't you afraid of attracting thieves at home?"

Xu Mowen pushed open the door: "Then there must be something for them to steal."

After entering the yard, Yan Ting felt as if she had stepped back in time.

The layout of the whole yard is very simple. Although there are a few pots of flowers and trees, compared with the scene of flourishing flowers and plants in Qin Yuzhe's house, this place looks much more simple.

The floor is paved with stones, the gaps are covered with moss, and it extends to a carved screen wall. The screen wall is carved with patterns of mountains and forests, adding some elegance to the simple yard.

"The taste is good." Yan Ting praised sincerely.

Xu Mowen just smiled, and led him around the screen wall, and came to a classical house. There were exquisite wood carvings on the doors and windows of this house, which seemed to be quite old.

"Come in." Xu Mowen pushed the door directly.

Good guy, the room is not connected directly!

The furnishings in the house are different from what Yan Ting imagined. He thought that in such a quaint courtyard, the furnishings in the house should be of some age, such as some antique tables and chairs, gramophones, etc., but he was dumbfounded as soon as he entered .

There are sofas and Scandinavian-style coffee tables in the house. In addition, TVs, vertical air conditioners and various smart appliances are all available.

Also, who would be stupid enough to deliberately give up such a comfortable home environment in pursuit of simplicity?I am narrow-minded!

Yan Ting looked at the room with bright and clean windows, and asked doubtfully, "You haven't been back recently, have you? Why is the room still so clean?"

"Every week someone comes to clean it."

That's right, how can rich people clean their own rooms?It's me being narrow again!

"You sit first." Xu Mowen walked into the kitchen and made two cups of coffee, and took out two cakes with fresh cherries from the refrigerator, and put them on a tray together.

Xu Mowen is usually not at home, how can there be fresh food in the refrigerator?But Yan Ting suddenly realized that she should not look at rich people from the perspective of ordinary people.

"The things in the refrigerator were also changed by the aunt who came to clean?"

"Well, I might come back sometimes, so she changes my food every day or two."

Yan Ting was hurt by this "sometimes", he envied him, but he didn't say anything.

But he felt aggrieved if he didn't say anything, so he could only complain secretly: "Waste of food..."

Xu Mowen said: "No, if she finds that the things in the refrigerator have not been touched, she will take them home by herself, and I agree with that."

Yan Ting: "..."

Yan Ting: Is your family short of a nanny?

The aroma of coffee lingered all around, Yan Ting smacked his lips involuntarily when the sweet and smooth cake entered the mouth.

Suddenly, a meow came from nowhere, Yan Ting looked around, and finally saw a big fat cat with black and white flowers on the stairs.

"Meow--"

The cat strode towards Xu Mowen who was sitting on the sofa, squinted and rubbed against his leg.

"You even have a cat," Yan Ting looked at the fat and lazy cat in surprise, "It's so fat!"

The "fat cat" stared at Yan Ting with triangular eyes and disdain.

"Why does it seem to understand me?" Yan Ting clearly felt the unkindness in its eyes.

Xu Mowen smiled and patted the cat's head: "It's called Laifu, and it's like this when it meets strangers."

Yan Ting thought that the name was rather earthy.

Xu Mowen: "You raised a cat similar to this one in your previous life, and you took this name."

Yan Ting: I take back what I just said!

He was very conflicted at the moment, he believed in science on the one hand, and believed in Xu Mowen on the other, and now he was clearly leaning towards Xu Mowen.

Isn't it reincarnation?He consoled himself.

Since other wronged souls can be reincarnated, why can't I?Even after a thousand years.

Just because I can't let the wronged soul survive for a thousand years doesn't mean that others can't!

"You like cats now, don't you?" Xu Mowen raised his eyes and asked.

"I like it. I raised one when I was a child, but it was lost later. I was sad for a long time, and I never raised it again."

Xu Mowen lowered his eyes, and slowly stroked the cat's back with his hands.

As soon as Laifu looked at Yan Ting's ferocious expression, he wagged his tail in a "snoring" manner, and completely turned into a sticky spirit.

Looking at such a loving picture, Yan Ting asked: "What was my previous life like?"

Hearing his question, Xu Mowen was a little surprised: "You finally believe what I said?"

"It doesn't matter if you can prove it to me."

"That's why I asked you to come." Xu Mowen stood up with a smile, and walked towards the stairs, "Let's go, I'll take you to see the old you."

Yan Ting was excited in his patience, and quickly stood up to follow Xu Mowen, thinking he was going upstairs, but saw him turn around and enter the stairwell.

It turned out that there was a basement behind the stairs.

What hidden thing needs to be hidden in this place?

Yan Ting followed him down the stairs in the basement, her heart pounding excitedly, as if she was about to open the door of time.

Xu Mowen groped the wall twice with his slender fingers, pressed a mechanism on the wall, and the stone door in the basement slowly opened.

Although it was not as miraculous as imagined, Yan Ting's eyes still brightened.

The basement is very spacious and the air temperature is very low. The dim light illuminates rows of five-storey green sandalwood racks, on which are placed various antique utensils and calligraphy and painting scrolls. Yan Ting took a closer look and took them with him He picked up a circular bronze relief and studied it carefully.

He brought the relief closer to the light and studied it carefully, and found that it was somewhat similar to the one in his college textbook, and it should belong to the same category. Judging from the casting process and decoration, it should have a history of thousands of years.

From the surface point of view, the rust color is naturally generated rather than floating on the surface. This effect cannot be artificially produced, and this thing is probably true.

Yan Ting carefully put the float back on the shelf, and glanced at the other treasures on the shelf, already understanding why Xu Mowen said that he had no money.

Yes, he has no money, but he has antiques, the room is full of antiques, the kind of antiques that can be eaten for a lifetime if you sell any one!

He looked at a few more items, and was more and more shocked to find that the others seemed to be real too!

Yan Ting moved a little away from the shelf, for fear of bumping into something she shouldn't.

He is now basically convinced of what Xu Mowen said, except for a person who has lived for a thousand years, who would have so many ancient and well-preserved treasures all at once?

Xu Mowen took him to the second row of shelves. This row was mostly porcelain, most of which were blue-glazed bowls and dishes from Ru kiln and official kiln. Xu Mowen pointed to the bean green porcelain plate on the fourth floor and said to him: "This is the one you used. .”

Seeing black question marks on Yan Ting's face, Xu Mowen added: "To be precise, it was used in your previous life."

"You were only ten years old at that time, and you didn't dare to say what you liked, but when you saw this porcelain plate in the market, you said it was beautiful with eyes full of joy, so I bought it for you."

Yan Ting picked up the porcelain plate and stroked it carefully, thinking it was amazing—it turns out that things he used can also become antiques?

He couldn't help asking Xu Mowen again what was the relationship between the two of them in their previous lives, but Xu Mowen asked him to go further.

Walking all the way to the last row of shelves in the basement, Yan Ting saw that it was full of calligraphy and painting works, and he knew it was worth a lot just by taking a casual look.

He saw several thread-bound books similar to the ancient books collected in his shop, and said in surprise: "These are very similar to the ancient books I have read."

"Part of the estimate in your hand was taken from here."

"Aren't those left by my grandfather?"

Xu Mowen smiled, took out a thread-bound book from the top shelf and handed it to Yan Ting.

Yan Ting held it in his hand and found that although the book was old, it was well preserved. It seems that Xu Mowen must have put in a lot of effort.

He flipped through a few pages, and found that it was not teaching knowledge of spells, but the content inside was more like someone's essays.

"what is this?"

"Just look it up." Xu Mowen handed him a few more notebooks as he spoke.

The shapes of these books are different, the covers range from bamboo paper to rice paper to kraft paper, and the fonts also range from traditional to simplified.

Yan Ting flipped through a few books at random, and found that those old books were written in classical Chinese, and then gradually changed to vernacular.

With the passage of time, some writing brushes in the bamboo paper book have become blurred, but fortunately they can still be seen clearly.

Yan Ting carefully identified, from the perspective of brushwork and writing habits, these were obviously written by the same person.

"Is this... a diary?"

Xu Mowen touched his chin, nodded and said, "You can also say that."

You don't need to ask who wrote this diary. Except for Xu Mowen, the "immortal", who can continue the habit of keeping a diary for thousands of years?

Even if other people have this heart, they will not have this life!

"After reading these, your doubts should be resolved."

Staring at those few notebooks, Yan Ting felt a strange feeling in her heart, as if her life was about to take a turning point.He held those books reverently, turned around but couldn't find a place to sit, so he had to carry them all back to the living room.

He put these books on the European-style coffee table, arranged them in chronological order, and prepared to read them from the beginning.

Xu Mowen didn't bother, but went to the kitchen to pour out Yan Ting's cold coffee, made another cup and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

He sat across from Yan Ting, took out a book to read, and Lai Fu came over again, lying on his lap coquettishly.

The sun shines in from the window, casting carved shadows on the floor, the aroma of coffee mixed with the faint fragrance of flowers and herbs fills the whole room, time seems to have stopped at this moment.

Yan Ting opened the first "diary", and also opened the memories recorded by Xu Mowen after a thousand years.