The weak scholar in the end of ancient times

Chapter 1: Faraway Land
The ancient city was reduced to a wasteland by the war, electronic equipment and communication networks collapsed, and countless buildings became ruins.

The ancient buildings and museums that represented the city’s culture and had been passed down for hundreds of years were completely destroyed.

Similar situations are happening all over the world.

Wen Gu and his family were forced to leave their hometown and move to a relatively orderly city where the army was stationed.

After moving around a lot, the family finally settled down in a new city.

My parents joined the local cultural relics protection organization and carried out restoration and appraisal work, and their knowledge found the most appropriate place.

Review and re-enroll.

Year after year, the war slowed down, a new order was rebuilt, and more cities had military garrisons.

With the protection of cultural heritage once again emphasized by higher authorities, Wen Gu's parents were assigned to a higher-level organization and worked away from home year-round. Wen Gu himself remained in his adopted hometown to continue his studies.

At the age of 22, Wen Gu completed his studies and did not follow his parents' arrangements to take a safe and secure job. Instead, he joined an ancient cultural relic search team and went to the ruins of cities or towns caused by war, and to places where there used to be museums, collections or ancient relics, to look for remaining cultural relics.

Influenced by his parents, he became more interested in this.

The unrest outside hadn't completely subsided, and every trip out was dangerous. Wen Gu had some self-protection skills, and with the help of his team and some new technology, his safety was relatively guaranteed.

Coming back from another trip.

The doors and windows of the house were blocked by thick security nets, so Wen Gu knocked on the door next door.

A moment later, the door next door opened, and a girl of about the same age peeked in. Seeing it was Wen Gu, she smiled and said, "You're back!"

This neighbor, also Wen Gu's college classmate, worked in the community after graduation. When Wen Gu was out, she helped to watch the house to prevent people with bad intentions from breaking in.

Although the city has a military presence and police stations in the community, there have been no major riots. There are still many hidden disturbances in the dark. It's more reassuring to have someone watching.

"Yes, I have returned safely again." Wen Gu replied with a smile.

"It seems like this time the harvest is good?"

"good."

As he spoke, the other party handed over the key he was keeping.

"Thank you! Oh, by the way, Yan Dai!" Wen Gu took the key and called the other party again, taking out a small velvet package, which contained a jade pendant. The jade was delicate and warm, and classical auspicious cloud patterns were carved on both sides.

Pass it over.

"One of the gains this time is a modern imitation of an antique work, which is still in good condition," Wen Gu said.

Although it is a modern imitation, the wars of recent years have destroyed so many things that not even a fragment remains. It is very rare to find such a complete jade pendant with a classic style and good material. It can be sold at a high price in the market.

Yan Dai took the jade pendant, a smile appeared on his face, and asked Wen Gu to wait for a moment.

She went into the house and took out a wooden box.

"The old man in the community who loved calligraphy and painting moved to another city and left a few things for us. I snatched this!"

Wooden box opened.

"Four Treasures of the Study! These are for you. I remember you also studied calligraphy and painting!"

Reliving the past and being surprised, I accepted it with cherishment.

This thing is hard to find nowadays!
The last time I used pen, ink, paper and inkstone was when I was a child.

"I haven't done it for many years, so my skills are not very good. When I get better, I will give you an ink painting," he said.

"How long will it take you to master it?" Yan Dai asked expectantly.

"With my qualifications, it will be quick! Yeah, maybe two to three years."

"..."

"Hahaha, let me get familiar with it first and try painting one in a few days."

Wen Gu took the wooden box containing the four treasures of the study, opened the security door, walked into the house, and came to the study.

The study has a whole wall of bookshelves and a set of wooden tables and chairs.

He made them all himself by collecting materials, in an antique style.

Wen Gu opened the wooden box and quietly looked at the four treasures of the study.

“I can’t bear to use it!”

The war is not over yet and everything needs to be rebuilt. I don’t know when there will be workshops to produce these things, and whether the craftsmanship level is still there?

As the years go by, order is returning and the economy will regain its former prosperity.

Art and culture will rise again, and cities will be rebuilt from the ruins.

But some things, once lost, can never be returned. Even if they reappear, they may just be fakes.

Those introductory books on ancient culture that I read as a child, the selected electronic courses on the computer, the painting tools I used, and the treasured prints of famous paintings from ancient and modern times...all of them were reduced to ruins by the war along with the city.

If you want to learn calligraphy and painting again now, you can only wait until social order and the market are restored, and until the surviving artists can teach you their techniques. Two to three years is already a very optimistic estimate.

Wen Gu put the brush back and took out a ceramic cup from his backpack.

This is also the harvest from going out, a real antique.

The cup body is a simple light sky blue color, lustrous and elegant. There are words engraved on the bottom of the cup, but two large cracks destroy its integrity.

But this is considered a relatively minor injury.

I will review it and put it away, waiting for my parents to come back from vacation to repair it.

There were some fragments of antiques in the backpack, severely scratched and with patterns difficult to discern. Even if my parents were here, they couldn't repair them, so I could only create a file. I don't know what they looked like before.

The database has suffered significant data loss, and many ancient artifacts are difficult to retrieve. The war left many regrets, and the loss of cultural treasures is only one of them.

Above the wasteland, the desolate wind blew across the desolate land, stirring up sand and dust, as if filled with sorrow and resentment.

Inside the house, after sorting out the gains from this outing, Wen Gu took out a book from the bookshelf.

The pages of the book are scratched, but you can still roughly see what is printed on them - paintings of ancient buildings.

There are a lot of text descriptions and a few black and white pictures. It is difficult to imagine how delicate and colorful the real thing is.

Those amazing craftsmanship and aesthetics represent the once powerful artistic and cultural heritage.

Every time I look at these, I sigh with regret.

"can not see it!"

He flipped through the book again.

There is a leaf inside the book. It is a leaf specimen pressed by Wen Gu himself and used as a bookmark.

The veins of the leaves are clear, with lines extending from the petiole to the base of the leaves.

The main veins, side veins, and branches, as well as the parallel, intersecting, and network-like veins that appear to be of varying thicknesses when viewed closely, these delicate lifelines like tendons, bones, and blood vessels support the leaf and stretch it out in space.

Close the book and put it back on the shelf.

Wen Gu leaned back in his chair, looking at the various books and objects he had collected over the years, his mind clear.

The treasures left by history have long been gradually destroyed in wars.

At first I could still feel angry and sad, but as I experienced more and more, I almost became numb.

Electronic equipment was destroyed, many images were lost, and countless precious books and objects were damaged in the war.

The historical heritage passed down from generation to generation, which is endowed with deep emotions, has disappeared in large parts.

The images I saw as a child became increasingly blurry.

In the early years, we could still get a glimpse of the humanities of thousands of years ago from those scattered records.

Based on limited information and the power of cultural relics, we go back in time to find the traces of human survival on this planet.

From the few fragments of evidence that have been luckily leaked over tens of millions of years, we can guess what kind of giant beast it once was.

After years of war, hope is even slimmer.

He dreamed of seeing the flying eaves and brackets, pavilions and towers recorded in the books; seeing the misty stone bridges and the setting sun in the flower gardens; seeing the golden weapons and iron horses at the pass and the thatched huts and green mulberry trees by the village stream... Following the footsteps of history, he wanted to see the lights of thousands of homes in the distant past.

The greatness and mystery hidden in the historical time must be colorful and magnificent!
Looking back on the past, I feel longing, but also deep regret.

If the few remaining cultural relics are lost, even if there are written records by chance decades or centuries later, people will inevitably question whether they really existed.
Looking at the sunset outside the window, Wen Gu was silent for a long time.

If there really are parallel worlds and multiverses, then those things that have disappeared should still exist in another world, right?

Before going to bed at night, the leaf less than half a foot long that was tucked between the books suddenly appeared in my mind.

On the leaves, the parallel, crossed, and complex veins appeared clearly before our eyes.

The world may have different consequences due to the occurrence of a certain event - existing simultaneously on the timeline but with different directions.

Just like the different branching veins extending from a base point on a leaf.

Less than half a foot, beyond the four dimensions.

The parallel, intersecting, and winding veins of varying thicknesses are like countless time tunnels unfolding before your eyes.

The consciousness seemed to be drawn into a magical space, flowing upstream along those timelines, and instantly crossed a distance of billions of light years!
Information composed of countless rules, transmitted in an instant through consciousness, is more profound than thousands of words!
In the universe, miracles are happening every minute and every second.

The only question is whether you can meet it.

If you meet it, you are lucky.

Wen Gu felt like he had traveled through time and space and found another "self" in the multiverse!
It was like seeing a loophole in the rules, or like making a deal with this world that both parties were very satisfied with.

With the intuition that the wish is about to be fulfilled, I review the past with great anticipation, going against time and space, and arrive at a distant place.

The door to a new world is about to open for me!

That must be incomparable... incomparable...

The consciousness that was traveling at high speed finally froze.

What I felt next was exhaustion and weakness both mentally and physically, as if I would collapse at any moment.

The five senses gradually become clearer.

As I breathed in, I could smell some strange odors, like herbs with some spices added, then deeply fermented, and then released with the flow of air...

Bizarre, abstract, and vaguely reassuring?
My mind was still a little confused, and I looked over.

There was a man in front of me, strong and healthy, squatting on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

What came directly to the recollection was a sonorous, emotional, and hoarse cry: "Dad——"

Just came back to the soul to review:???

Wait a minute!!!

Who are you calling? ! !

At this moment, he wanted to reject the world.

(End of this chapter)