The goose yellow and the dark intertwined with a faint light, and I stepped on it, as if I was walking slowly in the river of time.Jiu Ju walked ahead of me, his lake-blue hair reflected in the flawless glass display cases around him, as if he had plucked a piece of color from the clearest sky and embedded it in it, vividly running through his focused eyes.He and I came to Xi'an for the first time, and it was the first time to set foot in this magnificent and tall history museum that contains thousand-year-old stories.Jiu Ju came to the autumn tour, and I was forced to hire him as an escort, one of the conditions of employment, a box of gold bars; The second condition is that I must pay cash for drinking in my store in the future, and I must not ask for a discount.It's a little strange to walk in this kind of place where memorabilia from the ages are gathered.The cultural relics in the display case, which are now regarded as national treasures, were once inconspicuous things that were only played with between applause in the years I have passed, but because they have been branded with historical reprints, their fate has been transferred to this small glass case, which is admired by thousands of people and is unattainable.One day, if I was like them, permanently confined to a glass case, I suddenly had such a strange thought in my heart.However, my strange thoughts are no longer as strange as the old monster of Jiuju.He stopped for at least ten minutes in the display case, then turned his head, pointed to the things in the cabinet and smiled at me: "Give me this as a birthday gift" In the cabinet, it is the Tang Dynasty "Dancing Horsebit Cup Pattern Silver Kettle", this wine jug, smooth and soft, round lines, there is a gilt lotus lid, there is a sterling silver fine chain on the side, and both sides of the body are engraved with gilt dancing horse patterns, which are vivid and vivid, and it is really a stunner of ingenuity.However, for me, who has seen countless rare treasures, there is nothing special about this flask."
If you old drunkard want to ask for a flask for a birthday present, I'll be generous enough to give you a limited-edition crystal bottle from Swarovski, that's fine."
I stood behind him with my arms crossed, raised my eyebrows, and said, "But don't want me to be charged with stealing national first-class cultural relics." ”"That's all I need."
Jiu Jue pointed at it stubbornly, "You can send it to me" "If you have the ability to take it yourself, I should not be an accomplice." ”I resolutely refused, but I thought in my heart, what kind of nerve does this old thing have, with his cultivation, if he wants to take this thing, it is so easy, why do you want to go through my hands.He sighed and hung his hand in disappointment.I've never seen such a smiling and never serious Jiuju, who has the appearance of this moment, like a puppet who has been extracted from his spirit."
Hey, you don't have to look like this, if you give me a reasonable reason, I can" I couldn't bear it, after all, this guy also helped me a lot back then, although his request was a little weird, but I couldn't do it."
Ha, little dryad, I'm teasing you" Jiu Ju suddenly turned his face away, and returned to his normal state like lightning, and laughed, "It's not mine." ”In the corners of his eyes, there was clearly a trace of loss and lingering that he deliberately wanted to hide."
Let's go, let's eat."
He turned around and walked away."
You've got something on your mind."
I grabbed him."
I want to eat," he left me and headed straight for the museum's exit.I'm far behind him, this old thing, always simpler than anyone else, more innocent than anyone else, easier to see through than anyone else.But I know he's the hardest to penetrate of any guy I know.His heart, thinking that perverted lake-blue hair, was as dreamy as uncatchable.I have known him for thousands of years, and he has talked with me about the past and the present, but he has never mentioned his past.I was only on Fulong Mountain many years ago, and in the interval between his game with another person, I vaguely heard that he seemed to be looking for someone all the time, but I couldn't find it, and he just threw down his pen at the exit of the place for tourists to leave a message.Turning over the guest book full of various handwritings, the last page is his handsome handwriting that follows the fragrance for thousands of miles, smiling at the shadow of the wine.Ahead, his back drifted away in the traces of the autumn wind.In the air, there was a faint melody t1706231537 that he hummed and I had never heard before: