Under the Jinniu Mountain

Looking at the ornament in his hand under the sunlight, the five centimeters in size, the warm and pure white nephrite carved into the shape of a fish, feels cool and comfortable in his hand.

"..." Chen Yuxing didn't seem to understand what Li Ben was saying, he threw the fish-shaped jade pendant in Li Ben's hand back to the booth, and pulled him forward.

"Brother, you asked me to buy one, I really don't care about the priceless price, I just need a souvenir." Li Ben was dragged helplessly by Chen Yuxing, who seemed to be playing with martial arts.

The man led the horse with one hand and Li Ben with the other, and walked straight forward, ignoring the struggles and shouts behind him.Seeing that the opportunity to make a fortune is about to pass by again, the thought that missing out on this purchase would be tantamount to missing a hundred million, made Li Ben want to burst into tears. He never thinks about the important events of the ages, but he just remembers to take a small gadget or two back to participate in some treasure hunting show to make a small fortune, and he doesn't give it a chance.

When the man let go, the two had reached the center of the city.

A group of buildings with nine-ridge Xieshan-style roofs, yellow roof tiles inlaid with colors, and winding corridors.

Wait, this house has a strong sense of déjà vu.Li Ben quickly searched his memory, and when the search results were displayed, his lungs almost exploded!

Isn't this fucking Harbin?When I was in the second year of high school, I went to Sun Island with my classmates. There, someone sent a flyer to the ruins of the ancient city. gas.

The scene in front of me is [-]% similar to the one on the leaflet!

"Shouldn't Lin'an go all the way south? Are we going south now?" Li Ben looked at the man staring at the palace, brother, don't make trouble, don't lie to me that I am uneducated and road-crazy, but I can tell the difference between east, west and north.

"We took a detour. From Nanjing to the south, we arrived at Dongliao. Dongliao and our Dongxia have always been at odds. It is safer to go from Dongxia to Mongolia and then to Jin to enter Song Dynasty." Chen Yuxing took a look. Li Ben explained.

"..." Li Ben was speechless, and another Dongliao, which he had never heard of, appeared. After seven or eight days of tossing around, he walked from the vicinity of Yanji, Jilin to Harbin, Heilongjiang. Instead of going south, he moved north. Quite a lot, farther and farther away from Hangzhou...

The man didn't seem to realize Li Ben's entanglement, so he took Li Ben's hand and walked into the building complex.

Li Ben adjusted himself in a short period of time, and he will be at ease when he comes.Anyway, I’ve never been there before, so it’s just a free tour. It’s not just a visit to see photos in the museum, but to actually see the real thing. How many historians dream of it, let him put it on the stall today, secretly Let's go.

After picking up his mood, he pulled Chen Yuxing's clothes and walked inside.

It is exquisite and majestic, but the ancients did not seem to have the awareness of protecting cultural relics. First, the Jin Dynasty moved its capital, and then it was occupied by Dongxia. There is a stall, and there is a constant flow of people late at night, forming a different kind of prosperous folk scene.

Holding on to the porch column, Chen Yuxing looked at it with a frown, and said in a low voice, "The carved railings and jade brickwork should still be there, it's just that Zhu Yan has changed...".

"..." This is the first time Li Ben has heard Chen Yuxing's poems and eulogy, the tune is sad and sad.

This style of painting,

Inexplicably, a woman in a low-cut dress and short hair popped out of Li Ben's mind, stretching out Erkang's hands and scratching rhythmically in the air, singing,

Painful realization--

perhaps,

Only the powerful class who have plans for the country and the world can understand the loneliness and loneliness behind it,

And the understanding of this pain is their destiny.