Tomb Raider: I Can Hear Antiques Talk

Chapter 55 I Can Hear Antiques
Xiao Ran didn't know how he returned to Baorongzhai with his second uncle, his mind was very confused along the way.

He tried desperately to recall the events of his childhood, but his mind was like a layer of fog, like a high wall, blocking his thoughts.

He called Yajiu Kuo a few times, but he didn't hear any response.

The second uncle carefully inspected the porcelain he brought back, and said to him: "Little Jin, you have some insight, and the price is about the same. If you can give you more than 40 yuan for the celadon bowl he took away, that's great." People can hand it over. As for those Han porcelains, let’s keep them for now, and we’ll talk about them later.”

Xiao Ran gave the handwritten book and letter to the second uncle again. The second uncle read the letter hastily, but carefully read the handwritten book full of symbols in his arms.

"Second uncle, do you understand?" Xiao Ran asked.

The second uncle turned his head and looked at him steadily, and said, "I just looked familiar, and I thought you understood."

Xiao Ran's eyes widened: "What do you mean?"

The second uncle's eyes were a little complicated for a moment, there were sympathy, kindness and a bit of joking in his eyes, he touched Xiao Ran's head: "Are you still not recovering from your head, or did you get knocked stupid by the second uncle just now? Come on, go back to your old house, and you will probably remember it."

old house?Xiao Ran was stunned, he didn't even have the courage to ask second uncle again.

"Ugh……"

The second uncle sighed with a wry smile, and said, "Forget it, you're still in the bucket, why didn't you get lost in the bucket?"

The second uncle greeted Xiao Ran to get into his broken 212 full of dust, and drove all the way to the downstairs of an old tube in the north of the city.

A feeling of familiarity welled up in his heart, and he vaguely remembered that he used to go in and out here again and again when he was a child, sometimes with his parents, sometimes by himself.From elementary school to middle school, most of the time I went back and forth between here and school at two o'clock and one line every day.

But this memory is not very clear, and he still can't remember many details.

The second uncle took him all the way to the third floor, and turned around to the door of a house. There were faint red marks on the door and on both sides of the door frame, and there were posters with the imprint of the times on the door.

"Your family has lived here for many years, until your father divided the new house. It's about to be demolished..."

The second uncle took out a bunch of old keys, identified them, took out a brass key that looked very thin, and opened the door.

There are still some old furniture inside the house, a large double bed and a small single bed, two wardrobes and an old desk, and several dusty cardboard boxes are placed in the middle of the room.

"These are basically your things, if you want to keep them in your mind, you can move them back."

Xiao Ran opened a cardboard box, inside were some slingshots, sandbags, joints, and some comic strips.

In a few years, these comic books will also be specially collected.

He opened another cardboard box, which contained books, cloth schoolbags and some document bags.

It seems that they are all things with words. At the suggestion of the second uncle, he moved all these things to the car.

Back at Baorong's house, the second uncle said he remembered something to do, so he put him and the cardboard boxes down, and left first, saying that he would come back tomorrow.

Xiao Ran asked Liu Shengli to help move the cardboard box to the reception room, closed the door and searched carefully.

In the pile of notebooks, he found an old diary with the word "Xiao Ran" written crookedly on it.

It seems that this diary was roughly written when he was in elementary school. He shook the ashes and carefully opened the already brittle yellow paper.

The first thing that catches the eye is that on a certain day of a certain year, the bottle that Dad brought back spoke again.But the bottle would just keep saying when he was born, and he wouldn't answer anything when asked, it was so noisy.

Xiao Ran felt his scalp tingling instantly. With the help of Yau Jiukuo, the first time he heard those antique porcelain vases talking was that they repeated his date of birth again and again.

He hurriedly flipped back, and the content was the same. Basically, he was recording that he heard something speak, but the location was different, sometimes at home, sometimes at his father’s school, and sometimes even on the side of the road in a corner.

The diary only has about twenty pages, and almost half of the back has been torn out.Xiao Ran's shock was beyond words. Could it be that he had seen Yajiujiu when he was young?

No, although he can't remember many things, as long as it is someone or something he has seen, he will definitely remember it as soon as he comes into contact with it, even if the impression is a bit vague.

Not to mention, an almost intelligent object like Yajiukuo?
Therefore, he never saw Yajiu Kuang when he was a child.

Thinking back to the words Yajiu Kuo had said to him the first night, and even sneaked into his body while he was asleep, he suddenly fell into a huge doubt.

If he could hear these ancient relics in the first place, then what exactly is the Nine Dragons?
A sense of humiliation of being deceived arose in his heart, he hammered his chest several times, and called out to Jiu Kuo in his heart, but there was still no response.

Could it be that from the very beginning, Yajiu Kuo couldn't speak?
He hurried to the door of the bedroom, but heard a noise.Pushing the door open, the noise stopped abruptly.

"Yanjiugui! I heard you! Get out of here!"

After a few seconds of silence, a leisurely voice came from the bed: "You are back!"

Xiao Ran rushed to the side of the bed, and saw the pendant hanging on the bedside, the voice came from here.

No wonder there was no response to the call today, he didn't protest when he remembered that he spun a bowl of soybean juice, it turned out that the old boy hid back to his own body.

"You tell me the truth! What the hell are you? Aren't you Goldfinger?!" Xiao Ran almost yelled.

Achilles Jiugui put on a serious tone and said, "I've wanted to talk to you about this matter for a long time. I've always wondered, what exactly is the golden finger you're talking about?"

"Aren't you on my mind every day? Don't you know? Goldfinger is cheating, cheating, and I am a god with this thing! Do you understand?"

"Good people calm down, your heart is too hot..."

After Yin Yang Jing finished speaking, he began to recite the Mantra of Purifying Heart, and Xiao Ran's mood really stabilized a lot.

"If you mean that I can make you a fairy, then I'm really not the goldfinger you said..." Yajiu Jiukuo said.

Feeling that Xiao Ran's anger was going to rise again, Yin Yang Jing hurriedly said: "The kind people say you are, then you are..."

"What golden fingers and silver fingers! Come and chop fingers with me, it's guaranteed to be fun!" Guan Shandao also quarreled.

"Shut up! You Jiugui, tell me!" Xiao Ran said.

"First of all, think about it for yourself. If you think that you can hear me and that I have some skills to help you improve, then what kind of golden fingers are Lao Shizi, the stinky Taoist priest and the mad knife, are they also golden fingers? Their abilities, I don't."

Xiao Ran was at a loss for words for a moment, if he really had the ability to hear the ancient objects speaking since he was a child, then it was not the key to open a certain door for him.

Like the fat man's jade pendant, the Yin-Yang Mirror and Guanshan Knife are just some kind of ancient relics with special abilities.

Therefore, he has no golden fingers at all.Even if there is, it's not Yajiu Kuo, but himself!
(End of this chapter)