Ode to

"Fourth boy, come in." The fourth grandfather heard the Living Buddha calling him, and hurried in.

"Si boy, come and tell the girl about the origin of her mother's embroidery. Girl, you can ask your fourth grandpa for the rest."

"Si Grandpa, if no one has seen the second wooden box, how could there be such flower embroidery in my mother's dowry?"

"What embroidery?"

Zhang Zhan took out the embroidery from his bag and handed it to the fourth grandpa.The fourth grandpa unfolded it, and was taken aback.

"Living Buddha, this,,,,," the Living Buddha just glanced at it, but did not answer. "Ah Chan, I have never seen this embroidery, nor have I heard Haiyun's wife mention it. I really don't know how this embroidery came about."

Zhang Zhan felt that the mystery about her life experience was not only unanswered, but even more confusing.She is the heir of the Zhang family, but she is not, and what kind of soul is, in the end, Zhang Zhan still doesn't want to believe it.She is an atheist, how could she believe in such unreal things!But these two boxes, the unknown flowers in the box, and the old man who has lived for more than 180 years are telling her that everything she has experienced before is true.

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"Brother, what is this?"

"ultimate."

"Huh?" Zhang Zhan raised an eyebrow.

The little brother thought of the ultimate in the box in the dream. Although this flower can be brought out, the only person who can see the flower of the ultimate is Zhang Qiling, a direct descendant of the Zhang family. What is the identity of Zhang Zhan's mother in the dream?Who was it from the Zhang family who handed over the wooden box containing the ultimate to the Living Buddha?The Zhang Zhan in the dream should not be the soul of the sword Zhang Zhan, because Zhang Zhan of the soul of the sword has seen the ultimate.But she is wearing a black gold ancient bell, what is the relationship between this Zhang Zhan and the sword soul Zhang Zhan?

"Porky bottle, is Zhang Zhan still awake?"

"Ah."

"Why don't we read some Buddhist scriptures? Hey!! You're so naive, what are you doing!"

"Fatty, are you going to save her?" Wu Xie thought to himself, it's better for me to beat you than to be beaten by you.

"I said brother, I don't know when the little girl will wake up, anyway, she is sleeping inside the knife, why should we go?"

"Another day."

The little brother knows that Zhang Zhan will wake up one day, but I wonder if she will be different again when she wakes up this time?When she woke up last time, she looked like she was 15 or 6 years old. I wonder if she will grow up a bit this time?Over the years, the relationship between the younger brother and Zhang Zhan has changed a lot.At the beginning, Zhang Zhan took care of the little brother like a sister. Later, the little brother grew up, but Zhang Zhan grew slowly because of the sword soul. They took care of each other like friends.Later, the little brother stepped into a teenager, a young man, but Zhang Zhan was still 13 or 4 years old. Originally, the little brother was more mature than Zhang Zhan, but now he has completely become Zhang Zhan's older brother. All these years, I have been like brothers and sisters who depend on each other for life.

The little brother didn't know if the relationship between them would change. He only knew that he couldn't do without Zhang Zhan, and Zhang Zhan couldn't do without him.

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"What are you doing?"

There were a few crisp bells in the air, and the young Zhang Qiling thought he had heard it wrong at first, and was still doing repetitive and boring movements in the small airtight room.

"Oh, yes, you can't see me now."

Zhang Zhan, the soul of the sword, suddenly appeared. Zhang Qiling waved his sword to dodge in no hurry. With all his strength, the sword barely stopped an inch above Zhang Zhan's head.At this time, Zhang Zhan, the soul of the sword, also fell to the ground. Zhang Qiling was frightened by her, and she was frightened by Zhang Qiling.

"Who are you?" Zhang Qiling looked coldly at Zhang Zhan who was still sitting on the ground, wearing a pure white shirt with narrow sleeves and a black circle around the cuff skirt.

"Zhang Zhan." Zhang Zhan raised his head and looked at Zhang Qiling timidly.

"Where did it come from?"

Zhang Zhan pointed to the sword in Zhang Qiling's hand.

"Wooden sword?"

"No!" So Dao Hun Zhang Zhan moved his hands and feet and pointed blindly for a long time, but he didn't know that in the eyes of Zhang Qiling, who was only two years old at this time, she had already become a background board.You must know that the little brother was only two years old at this time, how could he know that the sword soul Zhang Chan was talking about the ancient black gold sword.

"How old are you?"

Zhang Zhan first compared six fingers, thought for a while, and then withdrew one finger.

"Five years old." Zhang Qiling thought to himself, ignored Zhang Zhan, and began to repeat the movement of swinging the sword.In fact, what Zhang Zhan wants to express is that she is more than 5000 years old.

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A week later, Zhang Zhan's home in Taipei, China.

It has been a week since returning from Inner Mongolia, and Zhang Zhan is even more confused than before. Who is she?What is the relationship with the girl in the dream?What did the two wooden boxes brought back represent?Why must it be given at the age of 25?Coupled with the fact that the bells that are used to ringing frequently have gradually decreased recently, Zhang Zhan felt faintly disappointed.

"Ah Chan, come and take a look. My brother sent you an email." Zhang Zhan hurried into the study when she heard this. This week, she asked Song Cheng to find out the origin of the painting. news.

"What did my brother write?"

"That painting belonged to a lady of the Craig family in the Roman Empire. The identity of this lady is not written in the genealogy of the Craig family, but the lady's name is Zhang Craig in the genealogy."