Zhang Yuhuan saw Zhou Tongchen talking to himself about objects. He was very curious. He had never seen such a strange person before, so he quietly squatted aside and eavesdropped. However, what Zhou Tongchen said were some extremely obscure ancient sayings, and he could not
understand.
Zhou Tongchen noticed Zhang Yuhuan who was listening, grinned at him, and the timid Zhang Yuhuan ran away in a hurry.
For several days, Zhang Yuhuan hid in a corner and eavesdropped on Zhou Tongchen talking to himself, as if there was another world in those words.
"Kid, do you understand?" Zhou Tongchen faced a bronze tripod without looking back, but he was obviously asking Zhang Yuhuan who was hiding in the corner behind him.
Zhang Yuhuan held up the booth, only showing his small head, and responded cautiously: "I... don't understand."
"Since you don't understand, why do you hide behind me and eavesdrop every day?" Zhou Tongchen's voice was slightly hoarse, but his tone was very soft.
Children are the most outspoken in the world. Zhang Yuhuan said straightforwardly: "I... want to understand..."
Zhou Tongchen turned around, looked at the timid Zhang Yuhuan, bent down and waved to him.
From that day on, Zhang Yuhuan became Zhou Tongchen's only loyal audience. Of course, as a speaker, Zhou Tongchen also took great care of his only audience. Every time he said an ancient sentence, there would be a vernacular following it: "The meaning is..."
Under this kind of translation, Zhang Yuhuan also understood what Zhou Tongchen said to himself, that is history.
In Zhou Tongchen's words, these objects are witnesses of history, they have their own souls, and they record history in a special way.
From poems and songs to biographies; as small as all living beings, a drop in the ocean; as big as the changing of dynasties and the stars in the universe. There is always a world that makes Zhang Yuhuan intoxicated in Zhou Tongchen's narration.
On the last day of summer vacation, Zhou Tongchen arrived a little late, holding a black package in his arms.
After communicating with the leaders of the museum, the black package was opened, revealing a gleaming golden sword. Zhang Yuhuan had never seen such a luxurious thing with his own eyes.
On that day, the sword was put on the exhibition stand, in a very conspicuous position, and Zhang Yuhuan became the sword's most loyal audience.
When Zhang Yuhuan was looking at the big sword in a daze, Zhou Tongchen's voice sounded behind him: "Does it look good?"
Zhang Yuhuan didn't look back. He couldn't move his eyes. He just nodded vigorously: "Good-looking! So good-looking! So majestic!"
"This is the sword of the former Qin Ming Emperor Fu Jian." Zhou Tongchen looked at the golden sword with complicated meanings in his eyes.
"Is it that Fu Jian who only served as emperor for four years?"
"Hmph...yes, that's him." Zhou Tongchen smiled and touched Zhang Yuhuan's head. This child liked him very much and was eager to learn.
"It's so beautiful, Grandpa Zhou, where did this sword come from?" Zhang Yuhuan finally looked away and looked up at Zhou Tongchen.
Zhou Tongchen sighed and said: "This is my sword, now I donate it."
As a nine-year-old child, it was difficult to understand the word donation. It was not a literal meaning, but it was such a precious thing that he could not imagine Zhou Tongchen donating it.
Zhou Tongchen looked down at Zhang Yuhuan's dark eyes and said with a smile: "Grandpa is old and has no heirs. This kind of treasure can only be better protected if it is placed here. If it loses its owner, it will be like
Children will be very pitiful without their parents."
"Then its owner is you, isn't it?" The young Zhang Yuhuan could not understand the meaning of Zhou Tongchen's words.
Zhou Tongchen laughed and said: "Yu Huan, grandpa is tired today, so I won't tell stories. Grandpa wants to go home and rest, okay?"
Zhang Yuhuan nodded obediently: "Okay! I want to take good care of this sword for grandpa!"
From that day on, Zhou Tongchen never appeared again, and Zhang Yuhuan also kept his promise in mind. Apart from going to school every day, he would quietly look at the Kuilong Sword in the museum every day in his free time.
Whenever someone comes to visit, he will introduce it to them: "This sword is called Kui Long. It is the sword of the former Qin Ming Emperor Fu Jian. It was donated free of charge by the consultant of our museum, Grandpa Zhou Tongchen!"
This introduction lasted half a year.
During the winter vacation, when all the children were immersed in various entertainment projects, Zhang Yuhuan was still sitting next to the Kuilong Sword, looking at the brilliant scabbard, imagining that he could stand with the sword and slay demons.
However, in this cold winter, few people would visit places like the museum, so Zhang Yuhuan also lost the opportunity to introduce the Kuilong Sword. He began to imitate Zhou Tongchen, talking to these cultural relics, and reciting the story of each cultural relic.
.
He began to believe that these cultural relics had souls. They were not just listening to his stories in the display cabinets, but they seemed to have some kind of connection with him, but they were extremely ethereal and elusive.
The door of the museum was pushed open, and a figure slowly walked in pushing a wheelchair. However, the lights in the museum were dim, and the figure's face could not be seen clearly against the sunlight.
It wasn't until he got closer that Zhang Yuhuan suddenly discovered that the person sitting in the wheelchair was none other than Zhou Tongchen!
Zhang Yuhuan ran a few steps, squatted in front of the wheelchair, and held Zhou Tongchen's hand. His face was full of disbelief. He looked up and down at the old man in front of him. His mouth and eyes were crooked, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly. He had already suffered a stroke.
"Grandpa Zhou! Grandpa Zhou! What's wrong with you...do you still recognize me?" Zhang Yuhuan had never seen a stroke patient before, and he was frightened and frightened.
Zhou Tongchen shook his head and glanced at him, his face expressionless, but he said vaguely: "Yu...Yu Huan."
Zhang Yuhuan burst into tears instantly, nodded and said: "It's me, it's me, Grandpa Zhou, what's wrong with you?"
Behind Zhou Tongchen was a fat woman. She leaned down and said, "Are you Yu Huan? Grandpa Zhou has been thinking about you for a long time. I really couldn't resist him, so I just gave in to his wishes. He said I could see you here."
"Grandpa Zhou!" Zhang Yuhuan hugged Zhou Tongchen's legs covered with blankets, but found that they were empty. He lifted the blanket, and the empty trouser legs made him feel like he was struck by lightning!
"He had a stroke six months ago. The arteries in his legs were blocked and his limbs were amputated. Now his mind is rarely clear and he is confused most of the time." The fat woman behind said calmly.
But every word sounded like a thunderbolt from the blue in Zhang Yuhuan’s ears!
Looking up, Zhou Tongchen was looking at the Kuilong Sword from a distance. Zhang Yuhuan stood up with tears in his eyes, pushed him to the display case of the Kuilong Sword and stopped. An old man and a young man stood quietly in front of the Kuilong Sword.
I don't know how long it took, but there was an exclamation from the door. Zhang Yuhuan suddenly turned around and saw that five big men had entered the museum, and one of them used an iron rod to hold the door shut.
At the same time, the lights in the museum went out instantly, and the entire museum lost power, which meant that the surveillance was also cut off.
The doorman and the fat woman were instantly subdued by the big man, knocked unconscious and thrown into the corner.
Zhang Yuhuan pushed Zhou Tongchen and hid shivering in the corner, secretly watching the big men start to pack some cultural relics, and the glass of the display cabinet was packed one by one.
Breaking them into pieces, they roughly plundered the soft objects in the museum.
"Hey...ah...hey..." Zhou Tongchen stretched out his hand tremblingly and shouted at the big men.
The big men turned their heads and discovered Zhang Yuhuan and Zhou Tongchen hiding in the darkness. They gathered around them. After seeing that they were just children and old people, they relaxed their vigilance and laughed and said, "I was shocked."
But at the same time, the big men also discovered the Kuilong Sword!
The leader took out his hammer and walked towards the Kui Long Sword.
"This sword is called Kui Long. It was the sword of the former Qin Ming Emperor Fu Jian..."
"If it loses its owner, it will be like a child without its parents. It will be very pitiful..."
"I want to take good care of this sword for grandpa!"
"He had a stroke six months ago. The arteries in his legs were blocked and his limbs were amputated. Now his mind is rarely clear..."
Countless pictures flew through Zhang Yuhuan's mind like pieces of a puzzle. He had imagined countless times that he could stand with a sword and slay demons, but now, Kui Long was about to be taken away.
He was so frightened that his body began to tremble violently. Would those adults beat him to death?
"Ah...hey..." Zhou Tongchen watched with trembling eyes as the big man walked towards Kui Long Sword, struggling to stand up, but he no longer had any legs.
"Grandpa Zhou..." Zhang Yuhuan looked at Zhou Tongchen timidly, and a sentence kept flashing in his mind: "I want to take good care of this sword for grandpa! I want to take good care of this sword for grandpa!..."
Turning around, he saw the golden light of the Kuilong Sword flowing in the darkness, as if it was about to make a final struggle and was about to be taken away. Zhang Yuhuan's teeth rattled.
At this time, Zhou Tongchen stopped shouting and looked at Zhang Yuhuan with eyes filled with disbelief. In his eyes, a golden Qi was slowly rising from the latter's body, as if he had just woken up after sleeping for a long time, rising faintly.
It wrapped around the thin body.
Of course, the big men around him couldn't see it.
"Ah!" Zhang Yuhuan finally shouted and ran towards Kuilong Sword.
When the big men saw that this child was going to cause trouble, there was no room for it, so they hurried after him.
The leading man had already arrived at the Kui Long Sword exhibition stand and was looking at the golden sword with satisfaction. However, Zhang Yuhuan rushed over regardless, and the man responded with a slap in the face.
Zhang Yuhuan only felt that this slap was like a huge force, knocking him off his back, and he fell heavily to the ground. His head was directly hit under the booth, and his eyes were filled with heavy objects and blurred vision.
"Work quickly and seize the time." The leader of the big men ordered, and the other big men continued to load other items.
Zhang Yuhuan was slapped under the stand of Kui Long Sword. He looked up and saw the Kui Long Sword on the stand, so he forced himself to stand up and shook his head. A stream of heat flowed down his forehead and soaked into his eyes.
With his vision dyed blood red, he turned around with a ferocious face and climbed up to the booth, smashing the glass of the showcase with one punch. He stretched out his bloody hand to hold the Kuilong Sword, and looked down at the leader of the big man.
The leading man smiled contemptuously: "Kid, we just want things and no killing. If you obey, I won't beat you anymore."
"Dream!" Zhang Yuhuan shouted in a low voice, and at the same time, with a "Clang Leng" sound, he pulled out the Kuilong Sword and held it with both hands at his side!
The moment Zhou Tongchen in the distance saw the Kuilong sword, his eyes became clear and full of shock. The veins in his hands were exposed, and he grabbed the armrests of the wheelchair tightly!