Protagonist, wake up

Jian Zhu looked at the black and white characters held up in front of him, the child's handwriting was very beautiful, but Jian Zhu was only glad that the characters here were in simplified Chinese, although he vaguely felt that such fonts should not appear in this era.But then he ran into a problem again, the voice could still be transmitted, but what about the text?He has no pen and paper here.Jian Zhu looked at Xie Lang with embarrassment, Xie Lang seemed to understand, and bit his lips tightly again.

Jian Zhu thought for a while, he breathed a sigh of relief on the mirror, and then wrote the word "人" backwards.This time the child saw it, and he wrote puzzledly: "Are you human? But why are you staying in the mirror?"

Jian Zhu shook his head, indicating to the child that he didn't know either.

"You don't understand me?"

Jian Zhu continued to shake his head.

……

The gas will dissipate quickly, and Jian Zhu must write quickly.This is the first time for him to write the font backwards. Jian Zhu stumbled while writing, but Xie Lang understood it quite quickly, so it took a long time for the two of them to exchange information.When she stopped, Jian Zhu was almost paralyzed.

He is now in an overhead dynasty that is very similar to ancient China, but with a relatively high degree of development and openness.This is Jinbei City in the Eastern Xia Dynasty. The child is called Xie Lang. He is 9 years old this year and is the second son of Xie Kunyu, a wealthy businessman from Jinbei.The children here go to school at about the same age as in modern times, about six or seven years old.Little Xie Lang's family was rich, and his father married a lady from a scholarly family, which made him practice calligraphy at a young age.Xie Lang Zaohui has never made his parents worry about his studies.

Jian Zhu asked, and learned that in Xie Lang's eyes, he and the bronze mirror were in the same proportion, and also had perspective - for both parties, it was from far to near instead of suddenly zooming in.

Jian Zhu rubbed his sore fingers. He felt that the child was going to school, and his family was in good condition. The child should have a lot of tasks, and if he continued to chat, he would not be able to complete them.So Jian Zhu wrote to Xie Lang, "Do you still have homework?" Xie Lang sighed after seeing it clearly, it will be noon soon, and he hasn't practiced his calligraphy today!The child reluctantly moved back to the table, and before leaving, he wrote to Jian Zhu, "Brother Zhu, you haven't finished talking about your business yet, can you play with you after I finish looking for dad at night?"

What the hell is Brother Zhu? !Sounds ironic!

Jian Zhu hurriedly stopped him: "You can call me Lan Yu."

"Is Lan Jue your character?"

"...Yes, it's my word."

Lan Ping...

Lan Ping...

Strange, I don't know why, when the child asked this question, this name came to mind for the first time.

Was Lan Ping ever my name?Jian Zhu shook his head not to think too much.

There was nothing else to do afterwards, Jian Zhu kept watching Xiao Xie Lang practice calligraphy, take a nap and read, and the time passed before he knew it.When the child was taking a nap, he wrapped himself up in a silkworm chrysalis on the bed and said good afternoon to Jian Zhu.Jian Zhu laughed, then turned around and tried to look out the window.Seeing everything in the bronze mirror is not very clear, what Jian Zhu sees is only the yellowed window scene, the only difference is the light and occasional strong colors.Jian Zhu didn't want to go back to the darkness, the phototaxis of living things made him prefer to lean against the mirror and count sheep with his eyes open.

But when I really can't do anything but enjoy the scenery, my mood becomes more and more chaotic.Here he will not have any physical needs such as hunger, sleepiness and thirst, but this is not normal, Jian Zhu thought.He now has an increasingly strong sense of unreality, and he desperately hopes that the child can communicate with him, so that he will no longer doubt himself in the loneliness of nothingness.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bird landed on the edge of the window, pecking and jumping here and there.From time to time, there were small visitors dancing on the window edge, so Jian Zhu looked out of the window all afternoon until the child came back.

When Xie Lang came back, his complexion was not very good, his eyes were a little red.

He apologized to his father, but it was obvious that he didn't mean what he meant. He hadn't reached the point where he could hide his emotions and thoughts perfectly, but his father must have seen it, but he just sighed in the end.

Seeing Jian Zhu with his back turned to him, Xie Lang stepped forward to knock on the mirror and asked, "Brother Lan Yu?"

Jian Zhu turned her head when she heard the movement, and looked at the child's frustrated face worriedly: "Are you okay?"

Xie Lang didn't pay much attention, and sat down in front of the mirror.

"I want to talk to my brother."

"Okay," Jian Zhu said with a smile, "I have to work hard for you to write."

Xie Lang shook his head, brought a pen and paper, and lowered his head to write something on the paper.He writes stroke by stroke, pausing now and then to think.Jian Zhu didn't rush him, and waited quietly for him to finish writing.

Xie Lang wrote a lot, and finally showed him the paper.

Jian Zhu smiled at the child, and then looked carefully.

When Xie Lang was eight years old, he came into contact with the collection of antiquities by chance, and since then his interest in collecting has been out of control.But others may just regard it as a hobby, but Xie Lang can't, he seriously regards collecting as a lifelong pursuit.Moreover, Xie Lang didn't want to take the imperial examinations, which is considered a clear stream in this era when only high-level studies are possible.

To some extent, Xie Kunyu's expectations were violated.The Xie family started out as a businessman, and reached its peak when Xie Kunyu came.The Xie family has few descendants, the eldest son is obsessed with painting and calligraphy, Xie Kunyu has no choice but to pin his hopes on the younger son, who knows that Xie Lang is not a worry-free person.Xie Kunyu hoped that at the very least, he would go for fame to promote his family business, but Xie Lang said that he only wanted to collect things and nothing else.

In Xie Kunyu's view, his son's experience is too inexperienced, and even if he collects it, he will lose all his money in all likelihood. Moreover, he thinks this thing is just a child's temporary interest and cannot be taken seriously.It's better to calm down and take the exam first, and it's not too late to do it when you mature.In the end, I don't know how the father and son communicated, and the first conversation broke up badly.

This is really a question of whether the ideal can be eaten.

In Jian Zhu's view, Xie Lang was still young, and it was the time when he was obsessed with something regardless.Once you're fascinated, just dive in and don't care about anything else.But Xie Lang is young, no matter how smart he is, he is just a child. Children see things one-sidedly, and his ideas still have a lot to be perfected. At this time, Xie's father's proposal will be a reference.

Xie Lang wrote on the paper: "I know that my father doesn't expect me to be outstanding. He said this from the standpoint of someone who has experienced it. I accept his kindness. I feel uncomfortable, but I don't like something that I think is serious. But Dad took it as a joke."

"What about after I have achieved fame? I may become more and more passive in the officialdom, and keep giving up my pursuits. I am willing to collect, and I hope that my collection is pure, instead of letting them be stained with those gloomy atmosphere."

"Also, Dad said, the world is very chaotic now, maybe it's not a good thing that you like collecting so much."

After reading it, Jian Zhu expressed his opinion to Xie Lang in as simple a language as possible: "Collecting requires money. You can only collect it if your family is not ruined. Also, you have to actually do it to your father, ah no, your father will not." I think you are joking. You are still young, these things are not urgent."

Xie Lang nodded: "I understand what Dad means. What I'm sad about is something else."

"?"

"Can't a child's words be taken seriously?"

"of course not."

Xie Lang stopped talking.

Jian Zhu thought for a while and said with a smile, "Let's learn the language."

"Hey?"

"It's very hard to write every time. Let's learn from each other. In this way, every time we write a character, we will tell each other how to pronounce it in our own language."

"is it okay?"

Jian Zhu smiled and said, "Come and try, after all, our pronunciation is similar."

**

As soon as Jian Zhu found something to do, he felt that time passed quickly, and a month passed before he knew it.During this period, his life was very regular - most of the time every day, he watched the children learn and pondered the pronunciation by himself. If he couldn't remember, he asked the children to repeat it. In the evening, he and the children mainly studied each other, provided that Xie Lang had finished all the homework. .The two of them learned from each other, progressed quite quickly, and were able to carry out simple daily communication.

But studying at night also has disadvantages.Both of them are serious people, once they learn it, they don't give up until they understand it, so they often forget the time, which caused Xie Lang to be in a bad mood during the day, and had to fall asleep in class a few times.He is growing, and lack of sleep will damage his body.Mrs. Xie didn't know what her son was doing behind the scenes, and she thought her son was suffering from some kind of disease, so she worriedly wanted to find a doctor for him.

One day Xie Lang couldn't help yawning in front of him, and Jian Zhu realized that time was not well controlled.While blaming himself, he ordered the child to go to bed and stipulated that he would set a good time to rest in the future.

Xie Lang tilted his head to look at him: "Will brother Lan Yu also sleep when I sleep?"

"Yes." Jian Zhu smiled wryly.

During the day, you can also see small animals and flowing clouds outside the window, but at night, you can really only count the stars.

**

One day two months later, Xie Lang rushed in excitedly, threw himself in front of the mirror, knocked on the mirror excitedly, and said, "Brother Lan Jue! Brother Lan Jue! Chaoyuan Festival is here!"

"The Chaoyuan Festival?"

Xie Lang said happily: "There are a lot of flowers, lanterns, etc. in this festival, and the streets are full of excitement. Oh, it's fun anyway."

Seeing the happy face of the child, Jian Zhu felt warm in his heart, but he was a little absent-minded when he smiled.He unconsciously looked out the window, imagining the scene of joy and excitement on the street.

Xie Lang waved his hand in front of him: "Brother Lan Yu?"

Jian Zhu came back to his senses, and smiled gently at the child.

Xie Lang narrowed his moist eyes, put them on the mirror and said, "Brother Lan Yu, are you upset?"

"What are you doing so close?" Jian Zhu was slightly startled, then sighed, "I'm not unhappy, I just think that I can't play with you on such a good day. You have to tell me well when you come back explain."

Xie Lang said: "Brother Lan Yu, are you unable to come out?"

Jian Zhu nodded.

Xie Lang thought for a while and said, "How about I smash the mirror and try?"

"Don't!" Jian Zhu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "If I disappear with you, it's over."

"Then what should I do?" Xie Lang said worriedly, "Brother Lan Jue, I can't have fun like this."

Jian Zhu's heart warmed upon hearing this.He thought, although a child will enter a state of ecstasy when he plays wildly, but if this little guy has this sentence, it will be considered that my brother does not love him in vain.

Xie Lang was still muttering there: "It would be great if I could become smaller, so I can always take my brother with me."

get smaller?Jian Zhu laughed.Just when he didn't take it seriously, the space vibrated suddenly, causing the two people's eyes to stare and their faces to be dazed.

After Jian Zhu stood firm, he looked around in surprise.

no?Really react?

Jian Zhu hurriedly looked at Xie Lang: "Say it again!"

Xie Lang blinked: "Change, become smaller"

no response.Jian Zhu was a little disappointed, then he thought that since it wasn't a child's ability, could it be his own idea?

Give it a try.Jian Zhu closed his eyes and concentrated on thinking silently: "Get smaller."

"I want to be small! I want to be small!"

The sense of oppression began to condense, Jian Zhu opened his eyes in surprise, and found that Xie Lang was also looking at him in surprise, and whispered: "Brother Lan Piao, really, really started to get smaller!"

Jane Zhu, a man who wins by ideas, felt the space shrinking in proportion to herself throughout the process.

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