The antique shop of the rich fake master

Men are prevalent in Zhou Dynasty, liking men is an elegant thing, basically they will not hide it, not to mention that Jiang Su is married, so this possibility should be ruled out.

Qu Qiuli thought about it, maybe Jiang Su really regarded him as a confidant and friend?

Now I don't know whether the funerary objects he mentioned intentionally or unintentionally in front of outsiders recently are of any use to the future.

But ah, it's useless to say so much now.

It's still not sure if it's Jiang Su, or maybe it's someone he met in Zhou Dynasty in the next ten years?

After several days of delay, Qu Qiuli was also preparing to return to the modern age.

Zhou Chao didn't have any antiques to bring back. Most of the things from this period were cultural relics. He was participating in the archaeology of the Zhou Dynasty's ancient tombs. It's better not to do such things that make people think too much.

It's just that before he left, he suddenly saw a box when he was changing clothes.

Yes, it was the box containing the bamboo flute that was dug up by Mr. Yin. At the Songchao market, he saw that this bamboo flute was of good craftsmanship, so he bought it casually.

But I didn't expect it would involve modern times.

He suddenly thought that this box is sealed, and the bamboo flute inside...

Thinking of this, he immediately took out the bamboo flute and wiped it carefully to ensure that no traces were left.

After completing this series of tasks, Qu Qiuli nodded in satisfaction.

Suddenly he thought again, this is his own thing, why don't you try to see if you can take it back.

When he thought about it, he did it. He fiddled with the pocket watch with one hand and the box with the other. The time was set, three seconds passed, ten seconds passed, and nothing happened.

Still, it seems, like something else.

It is impossible for him to bring back what has already appeared in modern times.

Even if it was originally his own.

He always felt that things were getting more and more complicated. If he hadn't forgotten to bring the bamboo flute back, wouldn't it be impossible to dig the bamboo flute from the ancient tomb?

It's hard to imagine, it's so confusing.

Qu Qiuli shook his head, put the box back into the cabinet, and was about to go back when there was a knock on the door.

"Young Master Li." The servant woman's respectful voice came, "Young Master Wei came to visit."

Prince Wei?

What does he come to do?

Qu Qiuli still remembered that day, Young Master Wei said that ten or eight beauties would be buried with him after his death, and since that day, he has deliberately alienated this person.

This is not the fault of the young master Wei, it is because of this era and the education they have received since they were young, which has led to their current thinking.

But it is always not speculative.

Just reduce the intersection in the future.

Qu Qiuli was about to ask the old woman to refuse, "You just say that I have gone on a study tour and I won't be back soon."

The old woman answered yes, but the next second, Gong Ziwei's voice came over.

"Young Master Li." Young Master Wei said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I came to disturb you without permission. I hope Young Master Li will forgive me."

Qu Qiuli sighed and left the room.

Everyone came, but they didn't see each other behind closed doors, which was not in line with etiquette. Besides, he and Gongzi Wei really didn't have conflicts on the surface, they just had different ideas.

"Young Master Wei came here today, but you have something important to ask me?"

Young Master Wei looked distressed, "I don't know where I have offended Young Master Li, why is Young Master Li avoiding me now, Wei is terrified."

Qu Qiuli sighed. At the beginning, he wanted to make friends with Young Master Wei because he saw that Young Master Wei was a straightforward person, and he couldn't hide the secret in his heart.

But now the rectum has come to him?

How should he answer, saying that so many living people should not be buried?Saying that the burial of a living person is too cruel?

This concept is different, the three views are different, and there is no way to say it.

And he wasn't sure if he'd be able to say it.

"Nothing." Qu Qiuli said tentatively, "It's just that I always think about Jiang's funeral that day, and I feel tired and unbearable."

Young Master Wei seemed to realize something.

Although he didn't understand Gong Zili's thoughts, he chose to respect them.

He asked his entourage to lift up the large box of bamboo slips he had brought.

The box was opened, and it was full of bamboo slips.

"I know that Young Master Li likes to read books. These are all books collected by the Wei family. I have re-enacted them and presented them to Young Master Li."

Qu Qiuli was excited in an instant.

Reading in ancient times was difficult. Countless books, knowledge, and secret skills were in the hands of these gentry, but dynasties changed, and very few books in the hands of these gentry could be preserved.

There was even a period when books were almost broken.

Even Qu Qiuli himself, before coming to this dynasty, only learned some characters of Zhou Dynasty on the modern Internet, which was not necessarily accurate. After coming here, he secretly spent a lot of money to find someone to teach him how to read, and it took a long time to learn. Learn the characters of this era.

It's not that he's stupid, or that he's incapable, it's because it's so hard for him to find books to learn characters.

Fortunately, the children of the hidden family he managed later had a good reputation, so he could occasionally borrow them from these young masters, and he would copy them secretly.

But it was really the first time he saw a whole box of bamboo slips.

A little excited, no, very excited.

Although he can't take these things back directly, because they are cultural relics, and he can't explain the origin clearly, and he can't go to the ghost market again.

But he can think of a way to let these bamboo slips enter his clothes tomb in the future.

Seeing Qu Qiuli's expression, Young Master Wei felt a little relieved, "Please don't give birth to me, Young Master Li."

When Qu Qiuli was excited, he took a deep look at Young Master Wei.

Looking at it now, it seems that this Young Master Wei may also be the one who set up the tomb for him.

He gave Young Master Wei a great gift, "Young Master Wei Gaoyi, Li will definitely treasure these books and read them over and over again, even if he goes to another world in the future, Li will bury these books in the grave and accompany him for life and life. "

In this era, the specifications in the tomb basically explained the preferences of the tomb owner.

Anyway, his news has now spread.

Young Master Wei didn't know what to think of, his cheeks were flushed, "Then I won't bother Young Master Li, I heard that Young Master Li is going to go on a study tour soon, I wish you peace, and when you come back, remember to ask me for a drink."

Qu Qiuli sent Young Master Wei away, and when he returned to his room, he saw this big box of bamboo slips, more than 100 volumes of bamboo slips.

He flipped through it roughly, ancient prose, folklore annals, travel notes of ancestors, collections of poems...

This, this, this, it would be great if they could all be preserved.

He took another look at the wooden box containing the bamboo slips. It was very gorgeous, but it was neither waterproof nor anti-corrosion. It had been buried underground for two to three thousand years, so what was left?

Too unsafe.

After careful consideration, Qu Qiuli drew a drawing, a drawing of a waterproof box, cast in bronze.

In order to deceive others, he also cast some other utensils by the way.

After handing the blueprint to the maid, he suddenly thought of something, the bronze wares unearthed from the ancient tomb.

This is simply a weird closed loop.

What does it mean to be aware of the world?

In this era, it is not easy to get bronze ware without any status.

Fortunately, the artisan accepted the drawing and deposit of the parchment painting when the servant girl said that it was the son Li who wanted it.

"I'm going on a long trip again." Qu Qiuli confessed, "When the casting of the bronze box is finished, put the books and bamboo slips in my bedroom into the box carefully and seal it up."

The servant woman agreed and withdrew.

Qu Qiuli closed the door and looked at the bamboo slips for a while, then fiddled with the pocket watch and returned to the room in the modern antique shop.

As soon as I opened my eyes, the phone was full of messages.

What's going on here?

He would take a little time every day to come back and check the information. Why are there so many today?

When I turned on the phone, it was basically all messages from Lin Xiangyu.

Lin Xiangyu: I heard from Diao Xiaoyun that you are back?

Lin Xiangyu: Come home for dinner?

Lin Xiangyu: I cooked your favorite dishes at home.

Lin Xiangyu: My parents were very worried when they knew you were going to the mountains.

Lin Xiangyu: Are you still busy?

Lin Xiangyu: Why didn't you reply to the message?Can't get through the phone?

Lin Xiangyu: Did something happen?

……

He doesn't mention himself in every word, but every word is full of his own thoughts.

Qu Qiuli hooked the corner of his mouth and replied the message.

Qu Qiuli: I fell asleep, and my phone was accidentally turned off.

Less than 30 seconds after the message was sent, the phone rang, and it was Lin Xiangyu calling.

"Is it in the shop?" Lin Xiangyu asked.

Qu Qiuli smiled, "Are you guarding your phone? You called me as soon as I replied to the message."

Lin Xiangyu was embarrassed and silent for three seconds, and he was also embarrassed to admit that he was worried.

"I'm outside your antique shop," he replied.

Qu Qiuli was stunned for a moment, "Then wait for me for a while, and I'll wash and tidy up."

"Okay. No rush, take your time."

After hanging up the phone, Qu Qiuli let out a long breath, his state was not as if he had just woken up.

And this hair, which was only tied in a bun in ancient times, is still sticking out now.

He rushed into the bathroom quickly, took a combat shower for himself, and it took less than 3 minutes from entering to exiting.

He swore it was the fastest he'd ever showered.

After blow-drying his hair indiscriminately, he put on his clothes while it was still half dry, and went downstairs to open the door.

Through the window lattice, he saw Lin Xiangyu standing outside the door, holding a food box in his hand, leaning on the pillar outside the door, attracting passers-by to stare frequently.

"Brother." Qu Qiuli opened the door, "Why are you here?"

Lin Xiangyu smiled, "You told me to come to the store when I have time. Diao Xiaoyun was there when I came here. When I came yesterday, I didn't open the door. I asked her before I knew you were back. "

Then he sent a message today, but Qu Qiuli didn't reply, so he was a little worried, just as his parents asked him to send something to Qu Qiuli, so he came over, and asked the kitchen to cook some of Qu Qiuli's favorite dishes by the way.

"Come ahead..."

"Go and dry your hair first..."

The two spoke in unison, then looked at each other and smiled.

Qu Qiuli obediently went upstairs first to dry his hair, and Lin Xiangyu obediently went in and sat waiting for him.

"Are you going this time?" Lin Xiangyu brought out the food and asked casually, "How is the situation at the archaeological site?"

Qu Qiuli explained that he came back to deliver things this time, so he probably would go there again, he had to wait for the box here to be opened, and then wait for Mr. Yin to notify him.

Lin nodded to Yu, and asked again, "Then you didn't sleep last night?"

Otherwise, it's already noon, why are you still sleeping?

"Huh?" Qu Qiuli didn't understand why at first, but then he came to his senses again, "Eh...yes, I didn't sleep, I went to the ghost market."

He was guilty of lying, but Lin Xiangyu didn't doubt it.

"Let's eat first, it should be what you like to eat." Lin Xiangyu said: "Parents asked me to tell you, otherwise you should go home and live. It is not convenient for you to eat outside alone."

I'm all eating takeaway, how can takeaway compare to the taste at home.

Qu Qiuli sipped his meal, but didn't answer.

He originally thought that he could get along with Lin Xiangyu naturally now, but he didn't expect that Lin Xiangyu seemed to have other thoughts about him.

Moreover, it is not very convenient to live at home, and he needs to travel across occasionally.

If you live at home, it’s okay to travel for a few hours, but it’s inconvenient to travel for several days like this time, and then you have to find an excuse to come out and stay for a few days.

What's more, Lin's house is a little far away from here, and the morning and evening peak traffic jams, and it takes more than an hour to drive. Wouldn't it be good for him to sleep an extra hour?

In fact, Lin's father has given him several houses in the past few years, including an apartment, a large flat, and a garden house, and there are also two properties nearby.

But he still didn't go to live in it. Before, he thought it belonged to the Lin family and he didn't want to move it, but now he just thinks it's convenient to live in the shop.

As for eating...

This is not mandatory, but he also has countless takeaways to choose from.

Lin Xiangyu said again tentatively, "Let the driver pick you up sooner or later. You see that you have lost weight again. When you go home, your parents will feel distressed when they see it."

Qu Qiuli, who is not fat by nature, has nothing to say. It's like he gained a little weight during the Chinese New Year, but even if he didn't go to the mountains for archaeology, he should have lost weight recently.

As long as you're healthy you'll be fine.

But there is a kind of thinness. Parents think you are thin, or your brother thinks you are thin?

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Qu Qiuli said, "I miss my parents and go back to live for a few days. It is more convenient to live in the store."

Having said all this, Lin Xiangyu no longer insisted, just thinking silently, visit A ​​Li more often, and bring him more meals.

"Oh, that's right." Lin Xiangyu suddenly thought of something, "Has Shen Shiqi contacted you recently?"

Qu Qiuli frowned, why mention this person?

"Sent me a message a few days ago, asking me how I am doing, I didn't reply, what happened?"

Lin Xiangyu shook his head, "It's fine now, but you still have to be careful with this guy, he's not a good guy."

On the day when Qu Qiu left to record the show, Lin Xiangyu overheard the female artist's phone call. Afterwards, he secretly investigated Shen Shiqi.

This investigation revealed that he was indeed not honest, and that he was not clean in those years abroad.

It's just that there is no conclusive evidence yet.

Moreover, he recently found out a piece of news that Shen Shiqi got involved with Shi Cheng for some reason.

These two are not good things, if you mix them together, if you think about it, you will know that nothing good will happen.

However, don't let Ah Li know about this.

He will fix it.

I will never let these people bully Ah Li again.

Qu Qiuli agreed, "I didn't talk to him at first, if he did something bad, don't be lenient."

Lin Xiangyu smiled, "I know, don't worry."

At the cultural relics research center, the box has already been opened, and Qu Qiuli drove over to have a look in the afternoon.

It was indeed his bamboo flute, which was well preserved.

Qu Qiuli looked at the bamboo flute, feeling a little dazed. He had cleaned the bamboo flute this morning, and it had lost its original luster by now.

Perhaps this is the meaning of history?

Fortunately, musical instruments such as the bamboo flute appeared earlier than the Zhou Dynasty, so except for the lock that surpassed the craftsmanship of the Zhou Dynasty, it has not attracted too much attention so far.

As for the lock, the experts also concluded that their speculations were wrong. The lock technology should have appeared earlier, and it is now a new discovery.

History and cultural relics always have their meanings. It doesn't really matter whether modern people can understand them or not.

Qu Qiuli suddenly thought of another question.

In fact, in modern times, many guesses about the use of ancient tools are wrong, and even the spread of poetry has certain deviations.

But he couldn't point it out before, because it was the result of joint research by experts. He is a brat, so he can't just say that they are all wrong.

You can’t say that you traveled through the past and saw it with your own eyes.

So he had no choice before, but now, because of that ancient tomb, he has been inspired a lot.

Could he also build a fake cemetery for himself in ancient times, and bury those lost or lost historical documents, or cultural relics?

Also, can those things that he is restricted from bringing back be buried in this way, and then dug out later.

It's just that the cemetery must choose a safe place, just like the tomb in the mountain, which has experienced thousands of years of wind and frost, just waiting there quietly for them to dig.

This is indeed a good way.

But he had to study the location of the cemetery.

Many seemingly remote places in ancient times are already full of high-rise buildings in modern times, so it is impossible to let ancient tombs appear inexplicably under the buildings.

Therefore, it is safer to have the kind of deep mountains and old forests.

There is no rush on this matter, we have to study it slowly.

Qu Qiuli looked at the antique shop for a few days and repaired it for a few days. Lin Xiangyu also came to deliver food every day these days, and he called it a good name, and he didn't want to make him hungry.

What a clumsy excuse, but Qu Qiuli couldn't stand it anymore.

He hasn't figured it out yet.

Lin Xiangyu is a good person and treats him very well, but he is still not sure of his own mind, and he always feels sorry for his parents.

What's more, Lin Xiangyu didn't say it clearly, but only looked at him with eyes that he couldn't understand from time to time.

Fortunately, Mr. Yin's call rescued him.

"What's wrong? Teacher." As soon as Qu Qiuli connected the phone, he heard Elder Yin's roar.

Looking at the things in front of him, Mr. Yin was very excited, and said with great enthusiasm, "Hurry up and go back to the mountain. We dug a place like a study room. There is a whole box of ancient books on bamboo slips in it, all of which are well preserved."

Qu Qiuli laughed, this is indeed Schrödinger's tomb.

This is simply a bug in the world consciousness.

Then there is a lot of room for him to operate in the future, and this discovery is simply absolute.

"Then I'll buy the ticket now, and I should be able to arrive tonight." Although Qu Qiuli didn't know why Mr. Yin asked him, a non-staff member, to go back, he believed that Mr. Yin must have his own ideas.

After hanging up the phone, Qu Qiuli started to pack his things and was ready to go.

Lin Xiangyu was at the side, hesitating, "Or I'll see you off!"

If you go by train, you have to reverse and take a bus. The bus can only go to the town, and you have to take a three-wheeled motorcycle to get to the base at the foot of the mountain.

Too much trouble.

Still more convenient to drive.

Qu Qiuli was stunned for a moment, he thought for a while, "Don't bother, you go there with me, don't you have to drive back alone?"

This is so hard.

"It's okay, unfortunately." Lin Xiangyu insisted on sending it. "Last time I said to send souvenirs to my parents, but we both forgot. This time, I just went to collect some and brought them back to my parents."

At that time, it will be said that Qu Qiuli collected it there.

Qu Qiuli thought about it, and finally agreed.

It's just that he was driving the car on the way there, to prevent Lin Xiangyu from driving back and forth by himself.

Qu Qiuli actually didn't like driving. Most young people of their age liked sports cars. Father Lin also gave him a few cars, but he didn't drive them.

Instead, I made money to buy a Mercedes-Benz of 60 to [-] yuan. The comfort is good in all aspects, and it is completely sufficient for daily use.

However, this time it was Lin Xiangyu's car, the Lincoln leader that Lin's father bought for his son.

This is relatively large, and Qu Qiuli was not used to it at first, so he drove slowly.

It was dark and we hadn't reached our destination yet.

"It seems that there is no way to go up the mountain today." Lin Xiangyu said, "Let's stop in the county directly. The accommodation conditions in the county are better than those in the town. Rest for a night and go tomorrow."

It is not safe to go up the mountain at night.

Qu Qiuli thought so too.

When we arrived at the place and booked the hotel, it was past nine o'clock.

"Do you want to eat mixed sauce noodles?" Lin Xiangyu thought that there seemed to be nothing delicious in this county, and it was late, but there was a mixed sauce noodle restaurant in front of the high school that was not bad.

Now the third year of senior high school happens to finish self-study in the evening, and the noodle shop is still open.

After driving all afternoon, my legs were numb. The school was not far from here, so both of them chose to walk there.

The night view of the county seat is definitely not as good as that of a big city, but it also has a special flavor.

From time to time, Lin Xiangyu would talk about what happened in this county before, where there are interesting places, and where he worked odd jobs.

Qu Qiuli listened with great interest, and from these bits and pieces, he pieced together Lin Xiangyu's adolescence.

It is undeniable that even if Lin Xiangyu didn't have the Lin family, he would open up a vast world in the future.

Even if gold is covered with dust, it is still gold.

After nine o'clock in the evening, the gate of the school is still very lively, all of them are students who have just finished their evening self-study.

Students walk together in small groups, or discuss which game is fun, make an appointment to download a dungeon together, or gossip about which class the boy is having a sneaky puppy love with which class girl, or there is too much homework, tonight It's going to explode again...

"Youth is wonderful." Qu Qiuli said with emotion.

"Pfft~!" Lin Xiangyu couldn't hold back, "You are only 22 years old, what kind of youth do you feel? Now that you change into a school uniform and squeeze in among them, I am sure no one will find it strange."

Qu Qiuli's face was a little hot, and he couldn't help but imagine what a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Lin Xiangyu would look like in school uniform.

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Almost missed today hahahahaha.

I want to leave a message.

The 1.5-meter-five author raised his hands above his head to express his love to the cuties.