After rebuying Xiao Hui's secret treasure house, Ying Feng packed up his tools and walked into the room one by one.
The small room was still so crowded, Ying Feng had lived here for so long, and he just added some books in the room, most of the rest were things left by Ling Xing, and even the furnishings had not changed.
Xiao Hui entered the house with his front foot, and pressed the switch of a certain instrument with his back foot. Ying Feng did not stop it, but became accustomed to its behavior, as if they had spent every day like this for so many years.
Ling Xiao's figure appeared in the center of the narrow room, and his voice added a little popularity to the quiet environment, making it less deserted.
"I'm about to have a treatment, after which I'll probably lose all my memory from these three months..."
Accompanied by Ling Xiao's image, Ying Feng sorted out the newly discovered plants by hand-painting. He was going to go to the library to check if there was any relevant information to confirm its identity. If the time was in time, he would have time to add it to the upcoming reprint. The Botanical Atlas updated edition.
It was at this time that Fu Yao's phone call came. For many years, Ying Feng had lived in a secluded place and had little contact with old acquaintances. Fu Yao was one of the few people who had been actively contacting him, and the relationship was maintained in this way.
"Ying Feng, are you free? Come to the History Museum."
Since his return from the expedition to Pleiades, Fu Yao has been promoted from major general to lieutenant general, but his habit of talking straight to the point has not changed. Ying Feng can't think of the reason why he wants to go to the museum by himself.
"What to do?"
Fu Yao's voice was slightly lower than usual, "The archaeological team found something, and I want you to identify it."
Perhaps it was his unusual tone or the content of his words that made Ying Feng enveloped in an ominous premonition. He put down the information in his hand and took half a step out of the door, but he didn't want to receive another call.
With Ying Feng's level of communication, it is rare to receive two communications in one day. This time, an unfamiliar number was displayed on the terminal. He picked it up, and there was also an unfamiliar voice on the opposite side.
"Hello, is this Mr. Ying Feng?"
"Yes, who are you?"
“This is the History Museum…”
Ying Feng interrupted him, "Do you want me to go there? I have been notified and will be there soon."
"Huh?" The other side was also very surprised. "You don't have to come and pick it up in person. As long as you leave your address, we will send someone to deliver the package to your door."
pack? Ying Feng frowned, "Aren't you from Lieutenant General Fu Yao?"
"Sir, have you misunderstood," replied the person on the other end of the communicator, "we are employees of the National History Museum, you have a time machine package, gifted by a mysterious friend of yours ten years ago, and today is what it wants The day it arrives in your hands. Just give your address and we will deliver it to your door in person, the cost has been settled, you don’t have to worry.”
Ying Feng had already walked up to Li Feisha, and after hearing this, he finally understood that it was two unrelated things, but they happened to be together.
"I see, but I happen to be going to the museum. Where are you, I'll just drop by and pick it up."
"So, we are in the folk cultural relics exhibition area on the third floor, you can find us at the souvenir counter, next to the missing stone exhibition area."
"Okay." Ying Feng hung up the phone and set the museum as the destination. This was the first time he had visited there since he visited with Ling Xiao ten years ago.
Fu Yao was waiting for him at the conference center on the top floor. After Ying Feng arrived, he realized that there were many people at the scene. Except for Fu Yao and Nie Yun, whom he knew, he had never seen any of them.
"You're here," Fu Yao's greeting made everyone at the scene focus on him, especially the sunglasses on his face, which attracted everyone's attention.
Ying Feng nodded to the people he knew, Fu Yao was familiar with his personality, and only gave him a brief introduction: "These are the leaders of the museum, as well as the experts in cultural relic identification, this time I invite you to let you Help identify something."
The cultural relic identification expert asked him to be a layman to identify things? Ying Feng just didn't understand.
Fu Yao turned his attention to another person present, and the expert immediately stood up and continued the topic.
"It's like this. We discovered the ruins of an ancient Tiansu Arena half a year ago, and we have been engaged in excavation and restoration work since then. Just last month, a very special cultural relic was unearthed in the ruins."
"Special cultural relics?" Ying Fengqing couldn't help repeating it.
"Yes, judging from the degree of weathering, the artifact has a history of thousands of years, but the strange thing is that it has a modern carving technology. The two points are really contradictory."
Ying Feng was silent for a long time before asking, "What is it?"
The people in front of him stepped aside one by one, revealing a glass booth at the end of the conference center, which was quietly displaying one thing.
Ying Feng walked slowly through the aisles of the crowd, as if he had traveled through 4,000 years of time, and walked in front of people who were thinking about it day and night.
The appearance of the cultural relics in the booth has been severely corroded, and it is barely recognizable from the outline that it is a dagger.
"I know that the real object may not be clear enough. This is the restoration map we simulated with the most advanced instruments."
The expert turned on the projector, and a realistic 3D projection appeared in front of Ying Feng. In order for people to see clearly, the projection was still rotating at a slow speed.
The dagger is exactly that dagger, the connection between the handle and the blade, the restored Kui's image is lifelike.
He and Ling Xiao came together because of Kui's unexpected appearance, so they chose Kui as the totem on each other's daggers. , the world can no longer find their replicas.
He put his hand on the glass, and his eyes were no different from the old star building looking at the royal badge. King's Landing changed the dynasty with Cangyun, and Xinglou harmed Yingfeng and lost his love forever.
But the people present couldn't see those eyes, because all the sadness was perfectly hidden under the sunglasses, only the slightly trembling voice betrayed him.
"You said just now that its estimated age is...?"
The expert replied cautiously, "It was the ancient Tiansu period, about 4,000 years ago."
Tiansu people have no corpses, only daggers never leave their bodies, and when only daggers exist, it is often a relic of a person. If it is really as everyone guessed, the meaning it contains is already very clear.
The scene fell into a dead silence, including Ying Feng, no one made any more sound. Everyone else turned to Fu Yao for help, and Fu Yao also shook his head, expressing helplessness.
After a long time, Ying Feng took out another dagger and put it on the top of the glass cabinet silently, so that anyone who was close could see it clearly. The pattern engraved on it was the positive version of the restored dagger in the picture, if it weren't for the ruthless history. Corrosion, they must still be tightly interlocked without gaps.
The director of the museum thought he was going to lend the dagger to the museum for research, so he thanked him, "Thank you for your support, and we will return it when we have a copy ready..."
Ying Feng interrupted him, "No need."
He paused before saying, "Although it doesn't belong to the cultural relics, please let them both be together."
Ignoring the confused gazes of everyone, Ying Feng left the conference hall. Nie Yun felt that his move was a little bad, so he tugged at Fu Yao's sleeve with reassurance.
Fu Yao chased after him, "Ying Feng!"
His voice echoed in the empty museum.
Ying Feng turned around, the expression hidden by the sunglasses was always calm.
Fu Yao came to him and could not find any flaws in such Ying Feng.
"You..." He started and changed his question, "In theory, even if Ling Xiao's dagger is an unearthed cultural relic, it still belongs to you legally. Are you sure you want to donate a pair of daggers?"
"Yes," Ying Feng replied calmly, "Ancient cultural relics need professional custody, which I can't do with my ability."
Fu Yao didn't believe it, "Do you really think so?"
"If nothing else, I'll go first."
Fu Yao watched him turn away and couldn't help shouting, "Ying Feng, I want to remind you that you are a baby now and cannot be reincarnated."
Ying Feng actually stopped and asked him, "Do you think I will make a bond with someone again?"
Fu Yao was at a loss to answer the question, and Ying Feng continued, "Since this is the case, what difference does it make if this day comes sooner or later?"
He answered so bluntly, which confirmed that Fu Yao was not unfounded.
He thought that after nine years, Ying Feng planted flowers and raised dogs every day, and acted as if nothing had happened, which made everyone feel at ease with him, but he did not expect that Ying Feng decided to end his life immediately after learning that Ling Xiao had no hope of survival. It really makes my teeth itch.
"I tell you, in your situation, even the Nightmare Hall will not accept it!"
"But Nightmare Hall is not the only channel, is it?"
Ying Feng pressed on the elevator door and shut Fu Yao out. He pressed the first floor directly and called the priest at the same time.
"I've sorted out the manuscript of the Plant Atlas and put it on the table in my room. I'll leave it to you to publish it."
Ying Feng was always going out, and the pastor also suspected it, "Okay, have you decided to travel temporarily?"
The number on the elevator jumped to one, Ying Feng walked out, "Well, Xiao Hui, please take care of it."
"Don't be so polite, I will be optimistic about not letting it run around."
Ying Feng hung up the phone and walked all the way to the side of the car, thinking in his heart that there was still something to be done. A confirmation letter needs to be sent to the Heritage Recycling Center, but before that, he needs to go to Lupus and hold a new selection meeting for the Wolf King.
The previous call from that strange number came just right.
"Sir, have you been to the museum? Because we are closing soon, I want to confirm with you."
Ying Feng then remembered that he had forgotten about it.
"No," he replied, "I don't need the package anymore."
"Then how can it be?" The other side said anxiously, "It may have been sent to you by someone close to you."
The communicator was silent, "I don't have any close people anymore."
Seeing that there seemed to be a tendency to hang up over there, the museum employee hurriedly stopped him, "If you don't take a look, how do you know it's not important? This package has been waiting for you for ten years, and you just give it up, don't you live up to it? The heart of the person who gave it?"
Ying Feng closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Okay, what floor did you say you were on?"
The employee at the souvenir counter saw a person approaching from a distance, and the first thing he noticed was the sunglasses on the person's face, and he couldn't help but look a few more times.
Due to the special structure of their eyes, they can see objects freely in bright light or darkness, and they will not suffer from any eye diseases. Some researchers wear flat mirrors for data recording, but sunglasses for blocking light. It's very rare, so it's very interesting.
However, because his eyes were covered, the employees could not judge his identity, and could only infer from his height that he was probably a deed owner.
"I'm here to pick up the package."
As soon as he opened his mouth, the employee recognized him, "Is that Mr. Ying Feng? Your package is here, could you please sign for me?"
Ying Feng smoothly signed his name on the tablet, and then took the package from the other party. It was strange that someone would send something to him, and it was sent ten years ago.
"What's in it?" he asked casually.
"It's the Missing Stone," the employee smiled. "This is the special service of our museum. It originates from the ancient cultural relics that have been unearthed since thousands of years ago. Someone used the same handwriting to engrave the words representing Missing on the stone. It has never been interrupted. Although historians have not yet deduced how this was done, people have become accustomed to this way of expressing longing for their partner."
Ying Feng opened the package at the time he introduced, and it contained a stone the size of a palm with words he couldn't understand engraved on it.
"What's written on it?"
"Oh Samishukha, in the ancient Chinese language it means 'I miss you'."
"How do you know who sent this?"
"There are cards under the stone."
Ying Feng picked up the stone as he said, but as expected, there was a small card underneath. The person who gave him the gift may have been in a hurry, or maybe he had nothing to say at all, and the message column was completely blank. , only scrawled his name.
After seeing the name on it clearly, Ying Feng raised his head nervously, "You said there are still many such stones? From four thousand years ago?"
"Uh, those are unearthed artifacts, and your piece is a tourist..."
"Where are those stones?!"
Although the employee didn't understand why he was excited, he still stretched out his right hand and looked aside, "It's in the showcase over there..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw that the strange tourist had rushed to the side of the showcase, pressed his hand on the temple, and the sunglasses on his face disappeared.
The employee opened his mouth in surprise. This apparently fully developed adult had smoky-grey eyes that were only found in infants.
He immediately thought of one person, the only couple who had broken the blood contract in the whole day. Could it be him that caused a sensation in the whole country after the news came out
Ying Feng followed the missing stones 4,000 years ago one by one, until the newly discovered one, each of which was repeatedly compared with the missing stones in his hand, for fear of missing any details.
Exactly the same handwriting, constantly jumping in time and space, repeating the same sentence: Oh Samishukha. I miss you.
- He will always drift in the cracks of time until he is lost in the long river of time.
Ying Feng's hand holding the Missing Stone was trembling a little. The Missing Stone in front of him was estimated to be 30-40 years ago on the label.
"He's still alive."
Ying Feng shook his head in disbelief, with a mixture of sadness and joy on his face.
"Ling Xiao is still alive."