The man stood with his head up against the sky, in the gray nothingness, using his spine to prop up the turbidity.
It was three o'clock in the morning when Gu Xun woke up. Outside the dormitory window was the neon light of the city in 2026, which was incompatible with the vastness of the ancient world in his dream.
The mobile phone next to the pillow was on, and the instructor sent a message:
"Xiao Gu, there is a strange stone slab from that Shang Dynasty site. The pattern on it... You may be interested in."
In the attached picture, a green lotus plant is still in bud.
Gu Xun's heartbeat skipped a beat.
The owner of the antique shop "Huan Chaoszhai" is a gentle young man with a surname of Gu, or some say Lian.
Some say they can repair anything that is broken, while others say they specialize in old items with "stories."
Only they know that there is a memory hidden in every cultural relic.
The memory of Pangu, the memory of chaos, the memory of this world.
One evening, Gu Xun was wiping the newly collected bronze vessels when he suddenly looked up:
"You said he would be happy to see the world today
?"
Chaos brings tea, looks at the shop, predicts the traffic, and smiles:
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