This scene made Lin Yan feel extremely warm, even though he had never seen Xiao Yu make diplomatic gestures to other human beings other than choking his neck, just as he was about to step forward to relieve him, the ghost squinted his eyes, imitating today People's etiquette reached out to Yin Zhou: "Hello."
Even though there was a distance from the boss, the softness in his expression and tone only reminded Lin Yan of one word, like a spring breeze.
Lin Yan scolded hypocrisy in his heart, gritted his upper and lower teeth, suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar, and recalled it for a long time, the first time he was brought by Weiwei to meet his best friend, he also did the same thing, showing eight teeth in a smile, Opening the door, rushing to pay the bill, people look like dogs.
Probably all men's friends who meet their wives are like this. He unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and smiled silly. The little Taoist gave him a deep look. Lin Yan was startled and quickly turned his head to cover it up.
The ghost's cuffs were embroidered with cloud patterns with silver thread, and he raised his hand to reveal a section of his wrist, which was as blue and white as jade.
This time it was Yin Zhou's turn to be nervous, he hesitated for a long time, and shook Xiao Yu's fingers lightly, when Lin Yan withdrew his hand, he heard him "咻", and heaved a sigh of relief.
Lin Yanyi was smoking in the tomb passage, Yin Zhou chased him out, shook his hand in front of his eyes in disbelief, and said in surprise, "The ghost shook my hand just now..."
"How do you feel?" Lin Yan teased him.
"Cool, like ice." Yin Zhou still couldn't believe it, his eyes widened, "I really touched him, it's so amazing, so anti-scientific, so unbelievable."
Lin Yan burst out laughing, pursing his lips: "Just get used to it, I don't even think he's cold anymore."
Yin Zhou pushed him on the forehead: "Speaking of which, you are not mean enough, if my brother hadn't installed a remote control Trojan horse into your computer when I was looking for your booking information last time, I wanted to copy two movies by hand. , the results are all the same... Now I don't know when you will hide it from me. "
"He's not as perverted and shameless as you described before."
"It's time for you to catch up." Lin Yan pointed helplessly behind the door, "The blackened state almost killed me."
Yin Zhou suddenly approached Lin Yan's ear, and said ambiguously, "Hey, you and him, who goes up and who goes down?"
"It must be my brother, I'll pin him on the bed and torture him every day..."
"It's not like." Yin Zhou interrupted him simply.
Lin Yan blushed, "Will you die if you shut up!"
"...Understood, we are family members." Yin Zhou rolled his eyes, "You dress like you are filming a period film, and you look really good. I can't compare you to you. It's a pity that Shen Wei, the little girl, lost I don't understand."
The two chatted while smoking, and Lin Yan felt that even this scene was exactly like the scene when Weiwei introduced him to her best friend. A large group of girls shut him out and hid in the room chattering and discussing. , he couldn't hear what the girls were saying, only heard bursts of laughter.
The current situation is completely reversed. I don't know if Xiao Yu is also hiding behind the wall. Lin Yan lowered his head and touched the tip of his nose, and couldn't help secretly laughing.
When he returned, the ghost waited obediently by the coffin, with a rather disturbed expression on his face. Lin Yan wrapped the sash around his waist twice between his fingers, and said with a smile: "He praised you, saying that you are prettier than me, and I Why didn't you see it?"
Xiao Yu also pursed his lips and smiled: "He didn't see it right."
After staying in the coffin for a long time, the pungent musty smell seems to have faded a bit. Lin Yan opened the bag, took out a series of small tools such as gloves, paper and pen, camera and hand shovel, took a deep breath and stared at the black big mouth. At that moment, he felt extremely beautiful. His friends and lovers, whether bones or souls, were by his side, even though he was in the midst of all kinds of weird events and his future was uncertain.
In the past, he was always worried, afraid of responsibilities, worldly eyes, and unpublished exam results. However, when he stared at a coffin, he calmed down. After experiencing life and death, his spirit became stubborn and strong, and he was not involved in worldly disturbances. Only time and memory, life and death, love and hate remain in the decayed and moldy air.
People only know their own narrowness in the face of time, Lin Yan thought, if couples quarrel, father and son disagree, let's take them to see the coffin, only after touching death, will they realize that what they were thinking about was not worth it.
A heart is suddenly sad and rational, as if it is outside, and it no longer knows what fear is. Lin Yan handed the camera to Yin Zhou, and stroked the skull's cheek with his fingers. The calcified pitted cheekbones were rough and dry. He spoke softly, afraid of disturbing a long dream: "It won't hurt, you slowly fall asleep , it will be fine in a while."
Xiao Yu kissed the back of his hand, Lin Yan smiled at him, put on the gloves, straightened a section of the neck bone, first the shoulder blades, slid to the chest, and groped down one by one.
"Is this useful? Could it be that the body has already been searched by those people during the day?" Yin Zhou asked in a low voice.
"Please, you ask Ayan, this is archaeology, not tomb robbery. On-site protection of cultural relics always takes precedence over research. Do you know how precious a well-preserved body is? No one dares to touch it if the on-site investigation equipment is not in place. Locked? Besides, the finishing work usually takes many years, and it is obviously not the turn now." Lin Yan frowned, "The corpse is the last words of the deceased, and also the most honest words in his life, listen to them first."
"Pass me the knife, the mortuary clothes have waxed and stuck to your body to get in the way."
Yin Zhou handed over the dagger for self-defense, and smacked his tongue in shock: "It's okay, if you don't do it, you don't do it, you will be so perverted when you start it, take it easy, this is your own man."
"Let you see what is professional."
The blade picked up a bit of fabric on the chest, cut a small opening longitudinally, and groped for it with his fingers.
"Are we breaking the law?" Yin Zhou licked his lips, "You just said you were protecting..."
Lin Yan glanced at him coldly: "Apart from life and death, what is there to worry about?"
His eyes were so sharp that Yin Zhou didn't dare to speak anymore, and carefully held the camera.
The surroundings were so quiet that the breathing of a few people could be heard.
A small smoky black accessory was picked out from the sternum by the tip of the knife, and Yin Zhou took it aside to take a picture. The details of the shape were vividly displayed on the screen by the flash, and it was zoomed in several times in a row, calling the three of them to come over and take a look.
It is a ring-shaped utensil with gaps and fine patterns.
"Jade Jue?" A Yan asked in surprise, "I only heard that this thing was unearthed in a tomb before the Han Dynasty."
Lin Yan wiped the surface vigorously with his thumb, then shook his head and said, "No, it seems that the color of the chrome is a Ming imitation of the Western Han Dynasty. There is something wrong with this thing."
Yin Zhou was staring at the display screen intently, but when he heard this, he hurriedly turned his head away from it: "There are also ghosts inside?"
Lin Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm talking about stuff, Ayan, we know each other well, look at the display cabinet in the front hall, is there a counterfeit?"
"Yes, there are a few pieces of Song Jun kiln porcelain and calligraphy and paintings of predecessors, but they all look old and are genuine." A Yan is very sure.
"Even if you like this type of utensil, you should be buried with an old piece from the Han Dynasty. The antique jade ring was not worth much at the time. What is the meaning of placing it close to the chest in such an important position?" Lin Yan said to himself, Yin Zhou Pointing to Xiao Yu and saying you should ask him, the ghost leaned over to take a look, shook his head and said he didn't remember.
Yin Zhou gave Xiao Yu a sympathetic look, but Lin Yan frowned, and said in doubt, "He had already passed away when this thing was placed on him, so he had no choice, it might be the meaning of the embalmer."
After taking a few more detailed photos, Lin Yan put the jade jue back on the body, continued to check, groped along the ribs, and found a pair of fat and white big nostalgia on the side waist, because the color of the jade looked dark and two lumps, the jade The texture is fine, but nothing special. There is a jasper wrench next to the thumb of the left and right hands, and a small piece of rotten thread ends at the end of the tibia, which is colorless and hangs by the feet.
A Yan watched carefully for a long time with the flashlight, and finally shook her head.
"Is it possible that there was a bell at this location, and it jingled as you walked?" Yin Zhou joked.
"That's an Indian dancer..." Lin Yan wasn't interested. After the corpse was processed, he took off his gloves and pressed the quilts one by one. The embroidery was in contact with the corpse. When the corpse was rotting, it was soaked in corpse water, and it was already glued together. The crisp and dark fragments couldn't be peeled off at all, so I slowly found a bulge, pried it open with a knife, and found a pair of good combs, made of lobular red sandalwood, two semicircles made a perfect circle, a carved butterfly, and a comb. Only carved orchids.
"Die Lianhua, is this a token of love?" Lin Yan asked Xiao Yu, "You should have an impression of this, right?"
Xiao Yu pressed his fingers to his forehead, recalled for a while, and said softly: "No."
"It's strange..." Lin Yan couldn't help muttering, "He can remember Tang Yin's painting last time, why can't these close-fitting things go into the coffin?"
He always felt that something was strange, and there was no result after discussing with the little Taoist priest for a long time.
He touched the embroidery under his waist with his fingers. The pattern was vaguely mandarin ducks, and the stitching was Hunan embroidery.
"Wedding clothes!" Lin Yan pulled out the fragments. The cold red hadn't faded completely, and he was inexplicably familiar. Looking carefully at the patterns on the fragments, he took two steps back in shock, "I know something is wrong."
"Everything in the coffin, except for the jade ring on the chest, is in a pair, no matter whether it should be a pair or not." Lin Yan snatched the camera and flipped through the photos one by one, his face even more suspicious, "Look at this Waist pendant, how can anyone wear two identical nostalgia on their waist?"
"Is there anyone who wears a ring finger in each hand? Combs should be important keepsakes when they are buried with the owner. They are also a pair. If they are things between lovers, shouldn't they be kept by each person?"
When Lin Yan said this, A Yan also added in surprise: "Yes, yes, I have always felt strange in the front hall. The bowls and chopsticks, pens and inks, and seals outside are all two copies. Even, even jade hairpins are Pairs."
Yin Zhou scratched his hair: "I don't understand this, is it auspicious as a couple?"
Lin Yan shook his head with a serious expression: "It's different. The tomb is a copy and reproduction of the daily life of the owner of the tomb. In a bedroom, there are two beds, two TVs, two wardrobes, and two writing desks. What do you think?"
"It's a waste to live alone. If you're a couple, you're probably about to get divorced." Yin Zhou suddenly shut up, turned his eyes to the wedding dress under the embroidered quilt in the coffin, and said hesitantly: "These are also two, and the other one is in... "
"I'm here." Lin Yan said in a deep voice.
A picture flashed through my mind, plain mourning hall, mournful weeping, someone with a pale face, touching his remains over and over again, a pair of brocade combs, a pair of jade pendants, plain hairpins, fingers, bowls and chopsticks , even chariots, horses and sedan chairs, and the bridegroom's officials' auspicious clothes were placed in the coffin in two pieces, without leaving a single word, and turned into a mysterious contract from ancient times that was forgotten in time...
What do you want to explain? With a violent heart palpitation, his face and lips were pale with shock, Lin Yan stumbled and pulled out the jade ring from his chest, pinched it in his hand to check it repeatedly, and muttered in his mouth: "Jue has three meanings, one is a letter. The second is accessories, implying that the wearer is decisive in everything and has the spirit of a gentleman, "A gentleman can make decisions, so he wears the ring." The third is punishment, and the offender stays in a certain place or in a certain place, and he is not allowed to return it when he sees the ring."
Everything heralds the end, leaving him in a dark, cold place where the sun cannot be seen, and life and death will never meet again.
What has he experienced in his life
Xiao Yu's complexion changed drastically, and he snatched the small jade ornament from Lin Yan's hand and held it in his palm. With too much strength, his knuckles turned slightly white, and his voice was hoarse and mournful, pushing his shoulder: "I want to find him, help him. I found him."
The man in plain clothes pulled his hair with his hands, his eyes were chaotic, and the deep pain in his eyes was like madness. He suddenly grabbed Lin Yan's backpack and buckled it down. It was the bright red dark wedding dress, its real body had long since decayed, and what Lin Yan saw was the "soul". Li Gui hugged it in his arms, and slowly squatted down, with a weird and cold expression, looking up at Lin Yan.
"I've been waiting for a long time." The ghost murmured, "It's dark and cold here, and he hasn't come back."
Lin Yan pressed Xiao Yu's shoulder, and was thrown away suddenly by him, his eyes were stern, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Go away."
"...you are not him."
The love is so deep, it's all a joke, the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse, Lin Yan staggered back two steps, as if a basin of cold water was poured in the air, his whole body was numb and unconscious.
The moldy smell in the air was suddenly strong and pungent, the air was not getting out much, and they were about to suffocate, several people looked at each other, the first one was actually Yin Zhou, stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Yu's front, and gave a heavy blow The old fist hit him in the face, A Yan stuffed the scattered debris into the bag, grabbed Lin Yan's hand and dragged him out: "Let's go."