12dz Chapter 273 Feng Qingqing's Message in a Bottle
Chapter 273 Feng Qingqing's Message in a Bottle
Chapter 273 Feng Qingqing's Message in a Bottle
Mrs. Jiang’s words made Ye Wenyan’s heart wrench.
"Has Aunt Lan seen such a painting? Where? Who painted it?" She almost lost control and grabbed Mrs. Jiang's wrist, which scared Jiang Wanting. "Aunt Lan, tell me quickly, this is very important to me."
She tried her best to calm herself down and loosened the strength in her hands, but she couldn't hide the desire in her eyes.
Mrs. Jiang was considerate and naturally would not leave her words halfway. So she patted Ye Wenyan and said, "Wait, the painting is here, I'll get it for you." After she finished speaking, she turned around and left, and when she came back, she brought a glass bottle.
Yes, it was a glass bottle! It was a glass bottle that shouldn't exist in this era. The bottle was completely transparent, with a wooden stopper at the mouth. There was something inside, a folded piece of letter paper and a bent photo.
Mrs. Jiang pointed at the photo and said, "Look at this painting. The people in it are strange. I don't recognize them, but the feeling of this painting is very similar to the one you brought. They are both so real, as if the people are right in front of you. It doesn't look like a painting, but it looks like..." She considered how to say this, and after a while she said, "It's like looking in a mirror, but clearer than a mirror. It seems that there are two of me, one in reality, and one in the painting. She can do everything except speak."
Mrs. Jiang was getting more and more puzzled as she spoke: "But this one in the bottle is too small, and there are several people on it, but each one is painted so finely. I was wondering before, what kind of painter can draw such a masterpiece? But today, Wen Yan, you brought this painting to me, and I suddenly thought, this couldn't be drawn by you, right?"
Jiang Wanting also came forward to take a look. This thing had never been given to anyone before by Mrs. Jiang, so it was the first time she had seen it and she felt it was very novel.
But after looking at it for a while, he began to shake his head, "No, no, there is still a difference. The painting in this bottle is not as realistic as Wen Yan's. Although it is the most realistic I have ever seen, it is still not as good as the one Wen Yan brought. I can't say what the difference is, but Wen Yan's painting feels like I have another mother, and she is about to walk out of the painting. But this one in the bottle... Although these people are also lifelike, I can feel that they just want to stay in the painting honestly."
After she finished speaking, she touched the bottle again. After touching it for a while, she asked, "Should this thing be called a bottle? It is shaped like a bottle, but what is it made of? I have never seen anything like this before!"
Madam Jiang was very cautious and even dismissed all the servants in the hall. Zhuier thought about it and followed her out.
"Wen Yan, if you hadn't brought this painting today, I wouldn't have been able to take this out." Madam Jiang handed the bottle to Ye Wenyan, "Your uncle Jiang and I have studied it carefully, but we still can't figure it out. We don't dare to take it out and show it to others easily, because we always feel that it is not an ordinary thing. Wen Yan, can you tell me what this thing is?" Ye Wenyan's hands were shaking, and he wanted to open the cork immediately, or simply use some spiritual power to probe his mind into it. But this is the Shangshu Mansion, and there are Jiang Wanting and Madam Jiang around him. There are some things that cannot be told to people of this era.
So she calmed down and asked Mrs. Jiang: "Auntie Lan, can you tell me when you got this thing?"
"Not long ago." Madam Jiang pulled Ye Wenyan to sit down again and said to her cheerfully, "I got it just before the New Year, on the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month. I have a distant cousin who is with the army in the border area. South of the border is the famous shoreless sea. He picked up this bottle on the beach. He thought it was beautiful and something he had never seen before, so he hid it as a treasure and gave it to me as a gift when he returned to Beijing to visit his relatives before the New Year."
Madam Jiang looked at the bottle again. "My cousin said that he saw it floating over from the sea, and a few waves rolled up the shore and swept the bottle up. There were a few brothers with him at the time. Because the camp gave them leave, they drank a lot of wine. They drank more and didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was just an ordinary object. My cousin drank less, so he took it seriously at the time and hid it in a hurry. Ah Yan, look, besides the painting, is the other thing in the bottle a kind of paper? You can vaguely see words on it. I carefully identified the words, and I can tell they are words, but I don't recognize any of them."
Of course Mrs. Jiang didn't recognize it, because that was a simplified character, which was finally finalized after continuous reform and simplification in later generations.
In fact, there are some characters that have not changed. If they were written in regular script, Mrs. Jiang should be able to recognize a few of them. Unfortunately, the person who wrote them used his usual handwriting, so it doesn't look that easy.
As for this bottle, Mrs. Jiang didn't know what it was, but Ye Wenyan recognized it at a glance.
This is a message in a bottle, also known as a wishing bottle, which was one of the limited means for people to communicate across the ocean long ago.
At that time, people regarded it as a very romantic, mysterious and meaningful thing. They would write their wishes, blessings, or thoughts that they had nowhere to tell on a piece of paper, stuff it into a bottle, and then seal the bottle and throw it into the sea. The bottle would roll with the waves, go to an unknown place, and then be picked up by a stranger and read it.
Because the time for the message in a bottle to reach shore is uncertain, and many of them may never reach shore, no one knows how long it will take for someone to pick up the bottle they threw away.
Throwing a message in a bottle expresses one's mood, and later it gradually became a fashionable way of playing, and even an online version was made.
She had also played the game of message in a bottle, but it was not her initiative. Feng Qingqing taught her how to do it.
Feng Qingqing, the pulse teller, is the youngest of the five. She is lively and open to new things. She spends all day on the Internet and playing with her phone. She even opened an online shop to tell fortunes.
She was the first to play with the message in a bottle, first on the Internet, then in the lake, and then in the sea. Although Feng Yuheng repeatedly told her not to throw garbage into the ocean, she couldn't control the child's love of playing.
Fortunately, she didn't throw it often, only once or twice, so they just let her do it.
If this happened in her previous life, it would not be a surprise to find a message in a bottle in the sea. But now she was in Northern Qi. Where did the message in the bottle come from? Who threw it? When was it thrown?
She looked into the bottle again and turned the glass to look closely at the photo. The more she looked, the more familiar it seemed.
Jiang Wanting also figured out something: "Why are the people in this painting wearing strange clothes? Are they male or female? They look like girls, but why do some have short hair? They are wearing... so little!"
There were indeed very few girls, five in total, three with long hair and two with short hair. The photo was taken in summer, so all five of them were wearing thin clothes and shorts, and some were even wearing tank tops.
Such attire was normal in the past life, and no one would make a fuss about it, but in this era it was so shocking that Jiang Wanting even doubted whether these people were decent people. "Wen Yan." Jiang Wanting's observation ability was really strong. She pointed at one of the short-haired women and asked her, "Do you think this person looks like you? I know it's definitely not you, but why do they look so similar?"
When she said this, Madam Jiang also exclaimed "Huh" and moved forward, and soon she had the same exclamation: "This is so similar! Yan'er, this is simply a carbon copy of you, this, this is too coincidental, why didn't I notice it before?"
Ye Wenyan stared at the bottle in a daze. After a long while, she said, "Maybe it's fate! Aunt Lan..." She begged Mrs. Jiang, "Since there is such a coincidence, can you give me this bottle? Or lend it to me for a few days. I will take a closer look and return it to Aunt Lan in a few days."
Seeing that she was anxious, Mrs. Jiang immediately said, "You don't have to send it back, just take it. It's really useless to keep it here. I can't understand it, and I don't dare to put it on display. It's better to give it to you, so that I don't have to worry about it all the time."
Ye Wenyan became excited, "Thank you Aunt Lan, I...I will definitely bring some good things to Aunt Lan later."
"My child, what good things can I give you?" Mrs. Jiang laughed when she heard it. "You gave me such a good painting, but I didn't even say thank you. If you keep thanking me, Auntie Lan will be unhappy. If you really think Auntie Lan is good, come more often in the future. Auntie Lan will prepare delicious food for you like when we were children."
Ye Wenyan nodded repeatedly, "Okay, I will come often." She held the bottle in her arms, her hands tightly clenched, as if someone would come and snatch the bottle away if she loosened her grip a little. This was the first time she lost her composure since she came to Northern Qi, and she didn't want to do this, but she just couldn't control her emotions.
The bottle was thrown by Feng Qingqing, and she recognized it at a glance because there was a very small word "风" engraved on the bottle stopper, which was not easy to find.
In addition, there was the photo, which was a group photo of the five sisters. At that time, Ah Heng had just returned from a third world country as a medical support worker and had a neat short haircut. She saw that Ah Heng had a good short haircut, so she cut her hair as well. Her cousin Ye Qingcheng laughed at her for a long time because of this, saying that the hairdresser who cut her hair must have just been heartbroken, otherwise he wouldn't have cut her hair to look depressed, as if she couldn't live anymore.
This photo was taken to commemorate the only time she had short hair. After the photos were developed, everyone took one.
Unfortunately, her photo was left in the Ye family mansion. Everything in the mansion was looted. No one would care about a photo. I'm afraid it would have been treated as garbage long ago. Including the storage tools of the Ye family, they all collapsed the moment they were hit by the Soul Shooting Gun, leaving nothing behind.
Unexpectedly, after traveling through time and space, the photo in Feng Qingqing's hand was delivered to her.
Does this mean that the hope of the five clans reuniting has begun?