The prince who wears the past and the present has come from afar

Although Tan Lei didn't stay at Fu Zhiyuan's house for a long time each time, it was such a coincidence that the handsome man who seemed to be an ancient man opened his eyes in front of Fu Zhiyuan and Tan Lei.

His awakening was foreshadowed.Three minutes before he opened his eyes, his long eyelashes had already started to vibrate uninterruptedly.

Tan Lei stared at it for more than a minute, and finally got tired of watching it, so he turned to ask his friend for advice, "According to the legend, Sleeping Beauty was awakened by a kiss. Do you think I should try it?"

Fu Zhiyuan was noncommittal to this cheap joke, he knew very well that Tan Lei was not interested in men, "It's best not to. Those princes in the legend don't smell like disinfectant."

Tan Lei, who smelled like disinfectant, shrugged his shoulders, turned his head and continued to watch the handsome man get up.

Eyes that wake up after a long sleep are dazed and out of focus.The ignorance of just breaking out of a long sleep makes this person more like a child.He fixed his eyes on Fu Zhiyuan and Tan Lei who were on the bedside, and closed his eyes again.

After a pause of three or four seconds, he opened his eyes again.

At this moment, his pupils that were like dots of ink had recovered his sanity.He was lying in a strange place with a bit of inquiry and vigilance, looking at a strange room, facing two strange people.

After a while, he took the initiative to speak.The voice is very pleasant, with a hoarseness characteristic of people who have been sleeping for a long time, and the attitude is also a kind of gentleness.Fu Zhiyuan looked at this young man with a still calm expression, and the four words "beautiful in both voice and appearance" suddenly crossed his mind.

...It's a pity that although the voice is beautiful, it is as meaningless as a bird's language.

Fu Zhiyuan also tried to say a few words, but judging from the boy's expression, he couldn't understand.

For communication across time and space, language has become the biggest obstacle at this moment.

Fortunately, Fu Zhiyuan and Tan Lei were already prepared for this.After the language communication was completely blocked, Fu Zhiyuan slowly picked up the brush and white paper from the small table beside him.

The young man's expression was completely bewildered.

very good.Fu Zhiyuan sighed inwardly, his guess was completely correct.Teenagers don't know paper, or at least in his time, paper and brushes were not very popular.

But even so, he still has a back move.Fu Zhiyuan put the pen and paper back to the original place, picked up a thin blade from the table, and then picked up the wooden board leaning on the table leg.The stainless steel blade easily scratched the wooden board a few times. This time, seeing the boy's clear expression, Fu Zhiyuan was sure that the boy had completely understood what he meant.

The boy lifted the quilt on his body, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.He knelt upright on the bed, put the wooden board on the table, and carefully carved it with a knife.

This person should be well-educated, with a natural charm in every move.Even such a small thing as carving, done by hanging his wrist, has a pleasing aesthetic feeling.

If he is really Young Master Shen, then Shi Shucheng will not deceive me!Fu Zhiyuan watched the young man's flowing movements with a usual smile on his face, but a silent admiration flashed in his heart.

That kind of calm and unhurried morale in ancient times, that kind of demeanor cultivated by landscape and benevolence, and that kind of grace shaped by the unique era can't be learned by the fast-paced modern people.

Even with his legs and hair disheveled, he doesn't look embarrassed.

The young man didn't have many handwritings, so he quickly held the wooden board to Fu Zhiyuan with a smile.Fu Zhiyuan took it with a smile, and then froze together with Tan Lei who put his head up to watch.

On the wooden board, there is a line of beautiful editors.

Beauty is beauty, but is this any different from communicating with the bird language just now?

...can we still have fun and play together?

Seeing Fu Zhiyuan's and Tan Lei's helpless moods, the young man leaned his upper body slightly, and looked over with a questioning attitude in his eyes.

Fu Zhiyuan smiled wryly, carved a few Chinese characters on the wooden board, and pushed the wooden board back.

The eyes of the two groups of equally rational and calm people flashed a sense of helplessness at the same time.

Human beings are the head of the primates, and they have too much wisdom that is different from animals.We can think, we can communicate, and we can use various methods, such as language and writing, to communicate.

But when the most basic way of communication has completely failed, we have to return to the original.

There are two main ways for animals to communicate, one is gesturing and the other is wailing.

Currently, the way Fu Zhiyuan communicates with this young man whose identity is unknown, who is suspected to be the young master Shen, is to make gestures, occasionally accompanied by a few emotional wailings.

As a bad friend, Tan Lei couldn't stop laughing while watching, feeling very painful.

After all, the skills of gesturing and wailing have degenerated for too long.Neither Fu Zhiyuan nor this ancient man has probably learned dumb language or anything, so the information that can be expressed in this way of communication is crude and limited.

After realizing the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort, Fu Zhiyuan and the boy were relatively silent again.

The boy saluted Fu Zhiyuan, then got off the bed and made several gestures.After repeating it several times in a row, Fu Zhiyuan and Tan Lei finally figured out that it meant looking in the house.

It is actually very rude to ask for a tour of a house without an invitation from the owner.However, special treatment was given during special times, and Chu Zishen really couldn't care less about such weird events.

He is a famous divination expert in the world.Back then when he was young and frivolous, he acted against the sky and broke the world's luck. It was really the first thing he did in his life, but he suffered retribution for it.After lingering on for six or seven years, he died suddenly and forever.

Before he died, he had seen his own star.Although it is expected to be bright and dark, but it is different from the imagined backlight, this star of life still has a strong stamina.

People who are about to die have such a strong life star, I really don't know if it is a blessing or a curse.

But now that he can wake up again, he is actually very shocked.

In particular, at this time, I seemed to be in my prime, different from the body that had exhausted the last bit of effort before my death.Today's body is strong and vigorous.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, it was an era when all heroes came together. The legendary wild myths had all fallen on this land, but Chu Zichen had seen it with his own eyes. Son of heaven.

From the mouths of these people, Chu Zishen really learned a lot.

He has seen many strange people and strange things in his life, and even the luck of the heavens has the courage to mess it up.Although he was very surprised by what he had experienced so far, he could barely maintain his composure.

When Fu Zhiyuan and Tan Lei were speculating on Chu Zichen, Chu Zichen was speculating on them.

Chu Zishen made a request to visit the house, and the two people in front of him seemed to have no opinion.Whatever the environment is, it is a place of death and life, and the way of survival must be observed.

However, for Fu Zhiyuan and Tan Lei, this request is undoubtedly very exciting.

Thousands of years span, thousands of years of civilization.Everything here is sparse and ordinary enough to make an ancient man clearly realize that this is already a completely different world.

Hate me for being away from my homeland, hate me for being far away from home.I hate that my old friend is no longer there, and I hate that the dogwood in Chongyang has not been planted.

No matter how calm and calm he behaved, this was just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child.What a cruel thing it was for him to suddenly realize that he was already in a completely strange place, alone and helpless, like duckweed.

Fu Zhiyuan and Tan Lei looked at each other, and finally Fu Zhiyuan nodded and made a gesture of please.

You can hide it for a while, but you can't hide it for a lifetime.The boy still seemed a calm person.The drum needs to be beaten with a heavy hammer. Although the method is cruel, it is better to understand the truth than to be ignorant.

The sense of time and space spanning is an extraordinary blow.After all, Fu Zhiyuan and Tan Lei were just outsiders. Although they could guess that what they saw would not make this ancient man feel better, how could they really know the shock in Chu Zishen's heart.

The Western-style decoration style in the room and the warm and light quilt had already shocked Chu Zishen, and what he saw next was a merciless impact on the world view.

Crystal clear crystal tables (glass coffee tables), lifelike portraits of real people (Mondalisa imitation), shiny wooden floors (waxed), high-legged utensils on which the two people sat before (for habitual To those who kneel, chairs are a denial of worldview).

As soon as he walked out of the room, Chu Zishen grabbed the handrail of the stairs, unable to stabilize his mood.

This is still 26-year-old Chu Zishen, not a real 17-year-old.

Even so, the blow he suffered was enough.

He didn't know that the light bulb on his head was the result of thousands of failures. He didn't know that the lifelike portraits of real people on the wall enshrined the feelings of more than ten years of painstaking efforts. He didn't know that the entire Chinese culture had changed from kneeling to chairs After a dynasty, he didn't know how heavy the blood and tears of modern history were condensed in the colorless crystals in his eyes.

But that didn't stop him from being shocked.

No matter Chinese style or Western style, beauty is recognized by people.

This is the impact of civilization on civilization, this is the impact of modern times on history, this is the price he will have to pay whether he is willing to skip a thousand years of time and space, whether he is willing or not.

A house is nothing special, but everything in it is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancestors.

A house is nothing special, but everything that is completely different from the memory is enough to wake up a wise man.

This is no longer the era when he turned his hands into clouds and his hands into rain, this is no longer the era when he can change the world with his youth and frivolity!

Obey it, yield it, follow the trend of the times.

When the turbulent river of history rushes down, no matter how amazing and stunning a person is, they can only be reduced to a foil in the thunderous sound of the waves!

Speaking of which, how heroic, how sad, and how beautiful.