"According to the survey and research of Chinese folklore, the Di people, who are the current Baima Qiang people, have always been endogamous. Brothers and sisters are married by blood, aunts and cousins are married, and even brothers are married by the same sex. Am I right?"
"No." Liang Ren threw two words at him.
"Because of their blood relationship and endogamy, the Di people are rare and their reproductive ability is weak. Under the background of the Wuhu chaos in China, the Xiongnu, Jie, Qiang, and Xianbei all have more populations than the Di people, and even the Xianbei population later It has reached more than six million, but only the Di clan has only one million, and it tends to perish later."
Liang Ren smiled wryly, "You are wrong."
Xuan Cheng said, "I am willing to listen to the teacher's good advice."
"It's not because of their consanguineous endogamy that the population is sparse, but because they have a small population, so they have to be consanguineous."
A smile flashed in Xuancheng's eyes, "You lied to me."
Liang Ren said, "I won't lie to you."
He added, "You're just kidding yourself."
"That dream is real. In that world 1,640 years ago, I was a real body. I dreamed of my brother. Fu Jian, the former King of Qin, who was defeated by goodness and evil."
Liang Ren smiled wryly, "I've had dreams too. Everyone has dreams. There are people and things in your dreams that you don't want to forget. I can understand that. Outside of the supernatural, some people interpret dreams in this way. They think that dreams It is because the soul leaves the body after falling asleep and travels through time and space, so some people will be shocked in reality by the things or things they have seen and experienced in their dreams. But what I want to tell you is that your dream has long since woken up, If you insist on doing it, the only person who will be hurt in the end is yourself."
Xuancheng didn't want to admit that his dream was so shattered, so real, and so picturesque scenes of the scroll of mountains and rivers were imprinted in his mind.
"The ancients also said that there is a residual dream. In fact, your dream has already woken up, but you are not willing to end it. You think you have lost everything. When you open your eyes, all people and things become nothingness."
Xuancheng murmured in a daze, "Ah, yes, I should have woken up earlier, but I pushed that dream into a tragedy with my own hands."
In fact, when Xuancheng, Murong Yong, and Lian Chengyi left Pinggang City to travel north, that dream should have ended. If he woke up at that time, the tragedy that followed would have nothing to do with him, and he would not have experienced Fu Jian's failure, and seeing how Fu Rong died with his own eyes.
"Is it a tragedy? If you're talking about the Battle of Feishui, it's not a tragedy, because, after all, that's real history. History has no comedy or tragedy, only facts of existence."
"That dream is not over, because his other protagonist is not dead yet, I want to know his ending."
"The former King of Qin? No, he is already dead. He was killed by Yao Chang." Liang Ren cruelly shattered his dream.
Xuancheng shook his head, and looked at his mentor with a begging look, "No, he is not dead, because I beat him unconscious with my own hands, and ordered Murong Chui to escort him to Chang'an."
"This is history."
"No, Teacher Liang, tell me, Fu Jian is not dead, he will not die, he said, wait for me by the Feishui River." This voice has been circling in his mind, his will told him, Fu Jian Jian is not dead, and has been waiting for him, he loves his younger brother so much, as he said, that is the person he loves the most in his life, no matter a year, ten years, a hundred years or a thousand years have passed.
Something terrifying flashed in Liang Ren's eyes. He grabbed Xuancheng and dragged him to the bedroom, and suddenly pushed him on the bed. Xuancheng dodged in a panic, "Teacher Liang, you."
That face approached him, only a fraction away from him, and in those eyes, Xuancheng saw a trace of fear and sadness.
"You're in love with him? A man who's been dead for sixteen hundred and forty years."
Xuancheng's mind was shattered, and suddenly he felt a great insult to his mind, as if he was being watched naked by others, he dodged a little shame and angrily, but Liang Ren pinched his chin, "That dream It was broken in the middle, and you forced it to continue, so it can only end in tragedy in the end."
"You think there is so-called love between you, and that's all you take for granted. He doesn't even know who you are."
Xuancheng struggled to let go of his hand, "Teacher, do you think there is a possibility that Fu Jian took a secret path to Shouyang just to see his younger brother?"
"It's absolutely impossible." Liang Ren said angrily, and he poked Xuancheng's forehead fiercely, "What are you thinking about all day long? The Internet is poisonous, and the harm is not shallow, you little gay."
What? Xuancheng's eyes widened, staring at the person in front of him in disbelief, "Teacher Liang, you, me..." It was as if his body had been ripped apart and the ugliest side of his heart was exposed in front of others. He shrank back a little more, so that he was separated from Liang Ren by a certain distance.
Liang Ren sighed, "Didn't you say it all? That letter was originally Fu Rong's miscalculation of information, not to mention that they are brothers, so there is no love. Even if there is, it is still family affection."
"But I clearly feel that they have intimate skin-to-skin contact, that..."
"That's just what you take for granted. In ancient times, a man's skin-to-skin contact with another man could be considered insulting, obscene, not love."
"I don't believe it." Xuancheng shook his head stubbornly.
"Okay." Liang Ren smiled. From the perspective of Xuancheng looking up, his smile was a bit sinister.
I saw him walking towards the bedside. On the bedside table was a lamp covered with gray gauze, and there was a very retro carved pattern on the green gauze curtain. His eyes were looking at Xuancheng. At that moment, Xuancheng read from his eyes. There was a mysterious and deep meaning, so familiar, so frightening, he lit the lamp, and a faint fragrance wafted in the bedroom immediately, making the atmosphere a bit strange and mysterious.
Xuancheng became inexplicably frightened, why does this scent make people drowsy
Liang Ren gently put him on the bed, covered him with a soft quilt, and said softly, "Sleep, go and find your dream from 1,640 years ago."
"The dream is broken, and it will never be picked up again." Xuancheng looked into his eyes and said solemnly.
Liang Ren said, "Don't worry, I'll let you find that dream, but remember, when you come back, you will go to Sichuan with me."
"Go to Sichuan? Why?"
Liang Ren suddenly leaned down and whispered softly into his ear, "Aren't you going to study the Baima Qiang people? That place is in Sichuan. I'll go with you."
Xuancheng looked at him in confusion, "Mr. Liang, I'm about to fall asleep. I feel my body is very light, like being in a cloud. Why is this happening? Am I going to die? Am I leaving you?" ?”
"Silly boy, you want to chase that dream." He gently stroked Xuancheng's face.
"However, I can tell you that if you continue to do it and continue with that residual dream, it will be a real tragedy. Are you sure you want to do it?"
Xuancheng hesitated for a moment, and said, "I will do it, no matter what the ending is."
Liang Ren finally closed his eyes, and Xuancheng saw his face for the last time, it was so gentle, and there was a sudden nostalgia in his heart, if he really stayed in the dream that was 1,640 years ago, he would Is it never coming back.
"Okay, I'll let you go back and see if he loves you."
Xuancheng closed his eyes, and suddenly a warm embrace came from his body, a burst of rich sandalwood mixed with a bit of ink orchid fragrance and the dizzy fragrance of lavender penetrated every pore of his body. Fog fell, and raindrops fell, and the body suddenly flew up, as if passing through the thin clouds... The surrounding plants and trees, every cry and smile gradually faded away, the breath of Nanjing was dissipating, the breath of Xuancheng Consciousness is fading... …
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In April 386, Jiankang.
——Xuan Cheng stood under the peach blossom tree, he thought fortunately, this time he didn't travel to the wrong time, nor did he travel to the wrong place, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, the water is green and the flowers are red.
He looked down at himself. He was wearing a large cloth-colored robe, which was the clothes he had worn before. He tentatively moved his footsteps and took a few steps with ease. This place seemed to be a pleasant garden full of people. Peach blossoms in the garden, pink petals falling with the wind, countless bees and insects resting on the flowers, a path paved with bluestone slabs meanders at the foot, and several intertwined small rivers flow slowly in the peach garden , the water in the river is very clear, and there are rows of peonies blooming by the river, which are extremely gorgeous, like a fairyland.
Xuancheng walked forward along the bluestone path, there was a low hillside, there seemed to be several pavilions on the hillside, the sun shone on those pavilions, peach blossom branches extended to the road, Xuancheng gently pushed aside the branches Continuing to walk up that hillside, suddenly there was a burst of brisk laughter, and he stopped suddenly. The sound seemed to come from the gazebo in front of him. There were people there, and there were many people.
Xuancheng looked around, he vaguely remembered that he had been to this place before, and he was no stranger to it.
So he boldly walked towards the gazebo, and the laughter became clearer.
"Three 4s."
"don't want."
"Three kings."
"Pass."
"Hate." The voice was familiar.
"Do you want?"
"You already have three K's, what else do I want, brother, you can't just start out with such a big one, you and I will fight him, this evil big landlord, it's better for you, come and fight me."
"Haha, it looks like your brothers are going to lose again in this round." Another person laughed.
"Not busy, calm down, calm down." The man's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze.
Xuancheng tried to pinch his arm, and the sharp pain reminded him that this is real, there are people fighting the landlord, and there are still many people, because three people play a game, besides the three protagonists in that field, it seems There were also voices of people pointing and pointing.
... ... ...
"78910J, five companies."
"Uncle, blow him up, blow him up quickly."
"Father, hurry up, hurry up, it's time to explode."
"Four Qs."
The voice came to a standstill, and no one responded for a long time.
"Brother, can you still stop him?"
"You already have three kings, can I have four kings?"
"Haha, let me accept it, you two."
"Wait a minute." It was the voice that was called elder brother just now.
"Wang Zha."
There was a silence.
Then he yelled like a pot exploded.
"Wow, unexpected."
"My God, this is a real person who doesn't show his face. Just a moment ago, he was a gentle little sheep. A burst, A burst, uncle, how many cards do you have?"
The voice was a little frustrated, "I can't shake it off."
"An Shi, I should be the one who made the concession, three 6, 666." There was applause following this voice.
"Hahaha, it turns out that the one who has the last laugh is King Fu, I adore you so much."
Fu Jian? Xie An
Xuancheng's heart is about to come out.
That's right, it must be them. Xuancheng is confirmed. This is Xie An's Dongshan. It has never been so clear. Ann's Dongshan, in the peach blossom forest.
Author's gossip: PS: What if Liang Ren's dream turned into Fu Jian? Wouldn't this be too funny? I'd better stop thinking about it.