Chapter 1207 "An Invitation From Time"

A string of piano sounds flowed out like a stream, the sound was simple and clean, like the jingle of bells, crisp and powerful.

What a catchy melody...! Li Yunshu's hand, which was still unpacking the snack package, stopped instantly, and no longer made any rustling noises.

The continuous and repeated notes were strong and powerful, and the cold gray-blue tones covered the entire screen. The protagonist walked from one side of the screen. He wore a dark black beret at an angle, and his light golden hair curled slightly, which was wantonly and smartly raised at the bottom of the hat, neutralizing the angular facial contours and deep facial features.

The moving close-up shot was fleeting, and in just one or two seconds, it made people deeply remember the pair of blue eyes that were full of exploration and curiosity, but also alert and cautious.

The hem of the brown windbreaker swung open with his footsteps, and his short boots stepped on the cement floor with a thin layer of dust. The young and handsome explorer's eyes swept across the surrounding environment. The dust floating in the air was slightly crystal-clear under the silver-blue moonlight, decorating the old graffiti, faded posters, abandoned equipment and ancient furniture.

The wooden display racks were broken and cracked, and the gray bottles and jewelry boxes were piled up irregularly and entangled by spider webs. The gray dolls curled up in the corners, and the long straps of indistinguishable colors blocked the play button of the old Walkman. The dusty dinner plates were filled with messy ornaments, and the necklaces, bracelets and pendants were tangled together.

The loop composed of piano and string music continued. It was loud and ethereal, but it made this mysterious warehouse full of heavy silence.

The old box quietly watched the protagonist's back as he moved forward in the corner. He seemed to have found his target, leaned over to remove the probe on the turntable of the record player, and brushed the dust off the surface of the object with his slender fingers with distinct joints, and then took it in his hand.

The metal chain fell down, and lying in the man's palm was a pocket watch. The folding cover was inlaid with small and delicate gems. The dust was like a paintbrush, filling the complex lines around the gems one by one.

The explorer pressed the button.

The gold pocket watch suddenly opened, and the broken dial flowed out brilliant colors. The hands of the two clock dials began to rotate counterclockwise at the same time.

The brilliance bloomed, engulfing the protagonist's figure.

The picture switched instantly, and the low bass and strong drum beats suddenly joined the piano melody, like a heavy object falling into the water, stirring up surging water. In the dynamic rhythm, the blond and blue-eyed young man strode forward. His dark beret and brown windbreaker had disappeared, replaced by a large printed T-shirt, contrasting ripped denim cropped pants and low-top canvas shoes, turning from light luxury elegance to street fashion.

It was noon, and a dense crowd of people were talking and laughing, rushing past the camera. When I came back to my senses, the young man with messy curly hair changed his clothes, a baseball cap was hastily buckled on his head, and the loose sports suit and sneakers were casual and casual. He jogged a few steps in the sun, and took a half step back and turned a circle a second before colliding with the bicycle.

After a circle, the bright-colored wide-shouldered casual suit replaced the sportswear, showing the figure just right, the exaggerated and bold shirt with a strong presence, and the collar with two buttons unbuttoned revealed a blue tattoo that spread from the clavicle to the neck.

The protagonist put his hands in his pockets and leaned forward slightly, and stopped at the intersection for a moment. The traffic light switched, and a round retro car passed by. The street scene changed, and the neon advertising lights faded into handwritten signs. The protagonist was still standing on the street, but he had short straight golden brown hair, sunglasses on his high nose bridge, a printed shirt under a short jacket, and loose jeans.

The tough-looking man did not stop, his long legs were spread out, his back was straight, and his steps were smooth and rhythmic, which complemented the passionate music.

The camera followed him all the way across the road and across the street corner. The graffiti wall briefly blocked the audience's sight. In the blink of an eye, the scene changed again. The sea breeze was wrapped with a hint of salty smell, the sky was blue and the clouds were loose. The tough outfit disappeared and turned into a round-neck short-sleeved navy shirt and straight overalls. The wheat-colored skin formed by wind and sun had a rough texture. The man's chest and back muscles were full, and his exposed arms were tattooed. He took big strides through the crowd of twos and threes, and stepped onto the deck in a pair of work boots.

The wind blows the sails, the ship sways, and the masts sway across the screen from right to left, pushing away the warm tones like paint. Under the soft halo, the sailboat is nowhere to be seen. The black flat-top wide-brimmed hat covers the protagonist's meticulously combed blonde hair. The slim suit and narrow-legged pants wrap his white skin. The suit has shoulder pads, which makes the back line more prominent. The shirt collar is tied with a striped narrow tie, and the brown leather shoes on his feet are classic.

This elite with a long-handled umbrella and briefcase stepped onto the steps and walked into the company. The load-bearing column blocked his silhouette. When he showed his figure again, there was no trace of the office around him. A gentleman in a tuxedo holding a tortoise-shell rosewood cane calmly passed by the arched single chair and curved sofa, and black frosted leather shoes stood on the carpet with a simple and abstract pattern.

Just at this moment, the undulating melody ushered in the end after the climax like a tide. The piano sound throughout continued the charming music cycle, gradually fading with the embellishment of the electric guitar.

Li Yunshu and her boyfriend slowly closed their mouths that had been opened wide without knowing when.

"Damn, so handsome." The boyfriend murmured unconsciously.

This is a cross-dressing fashion show of a time traveler!

The protagonist played by Qin Jue is moving forward, while the times are going backwards. The characters and time are reversed. The picture uses the smooth transition of crowds, vehicles, buildings, etc. to forge a long lens effect that is done in one go. A turn of the lens is a new look. Different scenes and tones change naturally. Qin Jue's steps are not like those of a model, but are better than those of a model, which makes the whole process always maintain a sense of fluidity, without any dullness or stagnation.

This shot, this look, this atmosphere, this seemingly imperceptible style...

I was completely impressed!!

In a short period of time, both the music and the costumes were full of information, firmly grasping the audience's mind. Li Yunshu and the others didn't even realize that the commercial had only lasted for more than a minute.

Just when the two thought the video had ended and were about to have a heated discussion, the gentleman in the tuxedo on the screen moved gracefully to the mirror and adjusted the single-breasted buttons and pointed lapels on the front of his clothes.

The piano sounded again. Unlike before, this melody was soft and lyrical, as if exuding a faint fragrance of the bouquet, and like a trickle of drizzle, there was a lingering romance.

The gentleman held the metal carved handle and pulled the drawer open. A bottle of perfume was like red wine in an ice bucket, leaning on the red velvet cushion. The round bottle was simple and elegant, and the smooth glass made the color of the liquid clearly visible. The silver-plated decoration lingering at the bottom created a smoky effect, noble and mysterious.

The black quartz crystal bottle cap is engraved with a delicate cursive treble clef, which echoes the Rhapsody Jazz on the perfume bottle. The gentleman unbuttoned the sapphire cufflinks, pulled up his sleeves a little, unscrewed the bottle cap, and sprinkled the delicate spray on the inside of his wrist. He stopped just enough, put his wrists together, and then raised his right hand.

The person in the mirror tilted his head slightly, and his wrist stained with fragrance gently covered the skin on the side of his neck. His movements were gentle and elegant, and he was graceful, revealing an indescribable restrained sexiness.

The perfume bottle, which was slightly smaller than the palm of a hand, reflected the gentleman's back as he turned and left. Suddenly, the picture rotated and it fell from the counter.

The slow motion came, and the treble clef on the bottle cap flickered with blue light, and the glass bottle and the liquid inside were crystal clear and shining.

The slender fingers caught the perfume bottle, and the scene changed quietly. The spacious and bright space and a large number of display cabinets invisibly indicated that this was a modern store. The freckled girl, wearing a high-necked thin shirt and with brown hair tied into a bun, blinked her blue eyes and looked at the perfume in her hand curiously.

Wait... Brother Jue? No, this is a girl... Brother Jue's sister? Twins? Otherwise, how could they look exactly the same?

The freckled girl's appearance was so familiar that Li Yunshu was stunned and fell into confusion.

At this time, the delicate and clear female voice sang affectionately with the rising melody.

"One, step, closer"

(A little closer)

After a short blank, a hand with sapphire cufflinks on the cuffs reached out, and together with the round perfume bottle, it gently covered the palm of the freckled girl.

The girl looked up in surprise, and the background blurred at this moment. She met a pair of blue eyes. A gentleman in a tuxedo who did not belong to the current era stood in front of her and looked at her.

The string ensemble suddenly started, and the singer's affectionate voice became deeper and firmer.

"I have died everyday waiting for you."

(I have spent my whole life waiting for you)

"Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years"

(Dear, don't be timid, my love for you has crossed the test of a thousand years)

The moving camera is gentle, the freckled girl's face is looking up, the gentleman in the tuxedo lowers his head slightly, time seems to be frozen at this moment, a bottle of perfume crosses time and space, it is accidental and inevitable, tying the two together.

"I love you for a thousand more"

(I love you, beyond a thousand years)

The highly infectious singing voice pushes up the emotional waves layer by layer, like the lingering kiss in a love movie, like love at first sight in a romantic story, the two people who look into each other's eyes are wrapped in a rich romantic atmosphere, and their eyes weave endless warmth and tenderness.

The picture is beautiful and the plot is easy to understand. Li Yunshu and her boyfriend unconsciously reveal a look of yearning and resonance.

The silky violin sound drew the curtain, and the scene changed. The freckled girl stood in front of the cashier counter, carefully holding the hard shell paper bag containing perfume.

She walked towards the door, and the medium close-up shot revealed more information: the girl was wearing a long skirt on the lower body and carrying a crossbody bag. This store not only sells perfume collections, but also many jewelry and clothes, which were properly placed in the glass display cabinet.

The music sounded quietly, from weak to strong, and the melody became obviously cheerful and bright, more modern style.

The freckled girl who was about to walk out of the store suddenly stopped and turned to the tall and elegant display cabinet by the door.

High boots shaped like military uniforms, high-waisted tight breeches, leg-of-mutton sleeves, and a high hat... This is a set of riding clothes from the last century.

The freckled girl's hand subconsciously touched the shoulder bag on the side of her waist, where a pony doll was hung. It was cute in shape, with fine stitching, and a little wear and fading hinted at the traces of time.

At the moment when the girl's fingertips touched the doll, a soft light filter appeared with memories. The white-haired grandmother smiled kindly, and the little girl with brown hair and blue eyes sat on the floor and took the brand new pony doll from her grandmother with a smile.

"Haha, hahaha..."

Amid the laughter of children, the six or seven-year-old girl moved the pony forward, simulating the appearance of a horse galloping. The next second, the doll horse head in the close-up suddenly transformed into a majestic horse!

"And every night my mind is running around her."

(Every night my thoughts are occupied by her)

The riding attire in the glass display cabinet no longer stays on the mannequin. It tightly wraps around the young woman's body and gallops with her on the majestic horseback to open the door of the banquet hall.

"Thunder's getting louder and louder."

(She stirred up waves in my heart, which became increasingly difficult to conceal)

The clattering of horse hooves and the laughter of the little granddaughter playing house were once a heroic and heroic figure in the grandmother's personal experience.

Faster, faster!

The round-toed high boots firmly stepped on the stirrups, and under the silk top hat with a yellow ribbon, there was a waterfall of brown hair. The woman held the reins tightly with both hands, riding the horse through the spacious corridor, and stepped on the wide and solemn marble steps outside the palace. Speeding down!

"Baby you're like lightning in a bottle."

(My dear, you are like lightning in a bottle)

The heroic rider lowered his body and galloped past the fountain pool. His whip was bright and the sound of cracking in the air was heard. The dragon horse under his crotch raised its hooves in the wind. The rider rose and fell, the wind behind his ears, and his posture was like an endless mountain peak.

"I can't let you go now that I got it."

(I can't let you go easily, because I know it deeply)

The tall horse's mane is flying in the wind, smooth and elegant like flowing satin, and the woman with a slight smile on her lips is getting taller and taller, galloping forward in the howling wind like passing through clouds and chasing the moon.

"And all I need is to be"

(all I need is)

Courtyards, streets, forest roads... The woman's eyes are as blue as the sky, surging with strong joy and wildness. She doesn't stop for a moment, and the surrounding scenery passes quickly backwards, until the golden sunshine shines on the vast green grassland. The grass is flying, the woman's waist and hips are pinched, her hands suddenly pull up the reins, the horse neighs, a pair of front hooves kicks up the dust of broken grass, and leaps high.

"Struck by your electric LOVE——!"

(Sinking in your love)

Under the scorching sun, the rider and the horse become one, and the figure is outlined by light and shadow with solid lines and tall outlines. As the song reached its climax, she suddenly opened her hands, facing the sun and embracing unlimited freedom!

"Handsome ah ah ah ah!!"

Li Yunshu and her boyfriend couldn't help but scream out at the same time. The picture in front of them was filled with passion and joy, and they were dazzled and fascinated by it.

"...Wait, so it's really Brother Jue himself?!"

The scene of the horseback riding gradually overlapped with the scene in "Feiyan". Li Yunshu stared at the female rider's curvaceous breasts uncontrollably.

However, before she could recover from the shock and confusion, a gust of wind blew away the woman's top hat, causing her long brown hair to spread out in the wind and flutter in the air.

The camera follows the top hat, which has the same purpose as the previous perfume bottle. It floats through the cracks of time and space. After a few seconds, the yellow ribbon surrounding the top hat deftly breaks away, swirling, flying, and tangled, and finally freezes in Between a head of thick oaken red hair.

"Huh?"

Li Yunshu and Li Yunshu were stunned for a moment, then realized that this was another scene change.

The redhead stood up from the dressing table. Her evening gown was embellished with fringes and sequins and had a wavy skirt.

A completely different face and a pair of emerald green eyes once again stunned Li Yunshu. It was obvious that this lady was not Qin Jue.

What on earth is going on...?

The red-haired woman tilted her head and looked in the mirror to adjust her hairband, which had some traces of antiquity but looked more elegant. Then she stood up, and when she opened the door, she raised her hand to cover her mouth in surprise.

There was a man in a black suit kneeling on one knee outside. He had been waiting outside for an unknown amount of time. At this moment, he raised his head, with affectionate blue eyes, and opened a gold-rimmed gift box with both hands. A diamond ring surrounded by gems and diamonds shone with luxury. of light.

The woman's other hand also raised, covering the lower half of her face with both hands, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

She stretched out her hand to accept his advances. The ring that the man solemnly put on her finger continued to zoom in on the screen, and the diamonds and gemstones seamlessly transformed into hall lights.

"Blue Danube Waltz" played, and the happy lovers hugged each other and walked onto the dance floor, dancing gracefully.

"Hey, why has Brother Jue turned into a boy again?...Uh, no, he was originally a boy too...but..."

Li Yunshu felt dizzy, and his eyes turned into two coils of mosquito coils.

The man and woman dancing the waltz rotated gracefully, and the colors gradually faded from the picture. The black and white photo left the figure of the two dancing together forever.

The camera zooms out, and the black and white photos with a very period feel are placed in the photo frames. The camera goes further, and an entire photo wall is revealed.

A young boy with messy blond hair is sitting on the ground. At first glance, he looks no different from today's youth. He wears a large T-shirt and military green wide-leg pants loosely, but his retro brass glasses frames and exquisite workmanship The mechanical watch he wears clearly reveals his preference. He has over-ear wired headphones on his head, and the end of the transmission line is connected to the old-fashioned Walkman in his hand.

Click, click, click... The boy played with the old Walkman with great interest, occasionally freeing his hand to push up his glasses.

Pressing the play button, the sound of electric guitar and synthesizer came. The psychedelic electronic music made the boy squint his eyes and move to the beat.

He was immersed in the magical melody. It took him a few seconds to realize that the room he was in was unknowingly cast in a deep color like a cosmic nebula. He stood up with his Walkman in surprise. The next second, particles were swirling like a vortex. It wrapped him in it, like the turbulent flow of time and space, magical and irregular.

The bright single tone of the electric guitar continues, and together with the sound effects of the synthesizer, it forms a brainwashing dance rhythm. Under the strong drumbeat, the blond boy in the center of the screen seems like a character in a dress-up game, with his clothes constantly changing to the rhythm. Change, sometimes it is a single-breasted suit, sometimes it is a slim suit with a spotted tie, sometimes it is a shirt with a lace collar and baggy jeans.

He was dizzy and tried to reach out his hand to stop this cross-dressing prank, but his movements became one pose after another. Not only men's clothes from various periods appeared on his body, but more women's clothes also joined in.

In this beat, his blond hair reaches his shoulders, and he wears a miniskirt under his loose-cut blouse; in the next beat, his hair is slightly curled at the end, and his printed dress swings in an elegant and playful arc as it rotates; in the second beat of eight, The round-neck polka-dot mid-waist tutu and the curvature of the chest shocked him; in the third beat, he (or she) pulled at the hem of the shift dress in surprise, raising his head in confusion yet curiosity. Raise the sleeves to reveal the embroidered design.

The clothes may be new or old, the gender may be male or female, the shape may be exquisite or simple, the style may be serious or lively... At this time, large-scale drag shows will return to the previous ones, presenting them one by one in a faster and more interesting form in a very short time. , it is despicable to take advantage of the audience's inattention and stuff all kinds of random outfits and combinations with the characteristics of the times into their minds.

Finally, the blond-haired young man was overwhelmed and fell backwards in a daze. The surrounding environment seemed to have been smashed into a pit by his body, spreading outward like ripples. The turbulence of time and space was no longer there, and only the neon balls were changing and flickering. , the music just played by the Walkman blended into the new scene without any sense of violation - this is a disco.

The people nearby closed their eyes and raised their hands, swaying and dancing, while the boy held his head and stared blankly.

At this time, his upper body was in a camisole with bright graffiti printed on it. The tight chest and abdomen lines and strong arms were clearly visible. The multi-layer strap necklace and silver pendant wrapped around his neck added a bit of flamboyance. As far as this outfit is concerned, there is nothing incompatible between him and the dance hall.

A slender figure walked over, wearing high-waisted tight leather pants that hugged her hot figure. The metallic off-shoulder top and exaggerated leather accessories made people unforgettable.

The charming red-haired girl reached out and pulled up the misty young people, and they joined the crowd, twisting their bodies to the beat of the drums under the shining lights.

The camera repeatedly flashed across the red-haired woman's smile, and the boy, immersed in the music and dancing, gradually became intoxicated. They looked at each other and moved, and their feelings became more and more intense.

"I feel my heart beating, I feel my heart underneath my skin."

(I can feel my heart beating and blood flowing under every inch of my skin)

"I feel my heart beating, oh you make me feel"

(I can feel my heart beating, you make me feel it)

"Like I'm ALIVE again!"

(if reborn)

The clear and full voice seemed to be born to match this dynamic tune. The blond young man held the red-haired girl's waist and walked towards a dark and deserted corner. The girl turned back and pushed him against the wall with a charming smile.

"Oops...!" The plot suddenly moved towards Xiangyan, and Li Yunshu honestly showed an excited look.

"Turn your magic on, to me she'd say."

(Spread your charm on me, she said)

The distance between the two people got closer and closer, becoming more and more ambiguous. The young man's strap necklace was shaking, and underneath was his chest heaving due to rapid breathing.

"Everything you want's a dream away."

(Everything you want is no longer a dream)

The red-haired girl's green eyes reflected his drunken face, and her red lips came closer, about to exchange warm breaths with him.

"Under this pressure, under this weight."

(Under this strong pressure)

The blond young man's expression was intoxicated with anticipation, mixed with shyness and nervousness. He unconsciously moved his eyes downward, and the camera simulated the boy's gaze. The woman's leather neck ring was getting closer and closer in the picture, and the bright rubies embedded in it shimmered under the constantly rotating rainbow dome.

"We are diamonds taking shape!"

(We are like diamonds being carved to shine)

The chorus is like a signal flare, drawing out a long line of smoke to divide the scene. The close-up turns in and out, the ruby ​​in the neck ring is embedded in the middle and upper part of the egg-shaped ornament, the disco and the strong rhythmic dance music disappear together, the blue-eyed young man reaches out to cover his forehead, and after a while his vision returns to clearness.

He was sitting at a solid wood dining table, opposite a carefully carved chair. The silverware, porcelain and glassware on the table all showed elegance and nobility. The exquisite reliefs and chandeliers on the ceiling, the bordered hand-painted murals on the walls, the oil paintings on the walls and the fireplace are both simple and simple, gorgeous and harmonious, and the furniture with intricate patterns are placed in the room in an orderly manner, creating a luxurious and elegant atmosphere. Atmosphere.

As soon as the beautiful and smooth melody and the distinctive female voice sound, the listener will feel the unique and strong French style.

As if aware of the approaching figure, the young man turned his head and looked.

A blond lady walked gracefully and elegantly, holding up her skirt and walking from a short distance away.

She wore a low-cut ruffled dress with lots of lace, and her blue eyes were hidden behind a fine mesh veil under a small top hat.

Li Yunshu's expression at this moment was exactly the same as that of the young man on the screen.

She stared blankly at this classical lady taking a seat in the empty chair across from her. She felt like she was being sucked into the turbulence of time and space, her mind was confused and she had lost the most basic ability to think.

This, this, this... Qin Jue?

Qin Jue? ? ?

Same hair color, same eye color, same appearance.

Different eras, different clothes, different genders.

Li Yunshu watched in bewilderment as the two "Qin Jue" had dinner face to face. The female voice in the background music was superb and her voice was mellow. It seemed that it had been baptized by the years. Therefore, whether she was singing in a low voice or singing loudly, it was the same. Simple and affectionate.

The memory returns to the meeting between the tuxedoed gentleman and the freckled girl across time and space a moment ago. Li Yunshu couldn't help but wonder, what is the relationship between the two people in the picture...?

The blond young man seemed to have the same question as her. His eyes rolled around, and he frequently cast searching glances at the lady across from him during the meal.

The lady just looked back with a smile and said nothing.

The lingering singing continued, and the young man's modern clothes were incompatible with this private dining room. For a moment, he hesitantly put down his silver knife and fork, tentatively raised his wine glass, and greeted the lady.

The lady pursed her lips, smiled, and raised her glass.

The two clinked glasses, and there was a "ding" sound, and the rim of the glass hit with a crisp and pleasant sound.

Where the wine glasses touch, the picture continues to enlarge, and the slight deformation effect is just like the scene presented in a divination crystal ball. The video changed again, and in a blink of an eye, the blond young man's camisole and strap necklace were replaced by a neat shirt and sweater.

Dressed like a modern college student, he sat in a daze on a bench outside the library, with two or three books on the Victorian era on his lap.

After a while, the young man stretched out his hand, a necklace fell from his fingertips, and the bronze round pendant opened.

He raised his head slightly and stared at the old photo of a lady wearing a lace dress in the pendant. His eyes were full of reminiscence and doubt, as if he was trying to confirm whether this was himself in his previous life or one of his ancestors.

At this time, there was another pendant hanging down from the ground.

The young man looked at him in surprise, his expression strangely stagnant - standing in front of him was a red-haired girl with a pair of emerald-like green eyes. She was leaning forward gently, blocking her eyes with her pendant as if mischievously. Got his.

The blond young man stretched out his hand and held two pendants of similar styles in his palm.

He saw another old photo. The gentleman in the photo was solemn and had thick red hair. Just like himself and the lady, the gentleman and the girl in front of him were very similar, as if... they were the same soul from different eras and different genders.

Gentle strings spread.

Just like the green leaves whirling towards the clear sky, and like the branches deeply rooted in the blue sea bottom, the two people looked at each other and fell in love with one glance.

"Wise man say, only fools rush in."

(A wise man once said that only fools fall in love)

"But I can't help falling in love with you."

(But I still can’t help but fall in love with you)

The magnetic and warm male voice is both singing and narration, conveying delicate emotions.

The camera moves to the blue sky, and as it slowly descends, the young man and the girl, who have grown up a little, are already holding hands, wearing pairs of engagement rings, and their eyes are exchanging affectionately, as if they are a pair of lovers who are about to get married. Dependent couple.

The picture has a soft transition. An old hand tremblingly opens a wedding invitation with "To Grandparents" printed on the cover, and touches the photo of the newlyweds with his fingers.

The gray-haired grandfather looked over and over at the invitation, then took off the necklace around his neck, where a simple key hung.

He used crutches and came to the deepest room on the second floor.

Opening the door, a huge wedding photo came into view, followed by rows and rows of photo frames. The photo frames contained everything about the young grandmother, who passed away in the most beautiful years of her early years.

The furnishings in the room silently tell of the couple's sweet love in the past, and a touch of nostalgia and sadness creep onto the grandfather's face, which is no longer young.

"Shall I stay, would it be a sin."

(If I choose to stay, is it a sin?)

"If I can't help falling in love with you"

(If I really can't help but fall in love with you)

Grandfather took a deep look at the pile of photos, then walked to the locker, pulled out an ancient wooden box, and opened it carefully.

A handful of dried flowers, a handful of stuffed butterfly bookmarks, letters, love letters, photo albums...

The years silently witnessed everything in the past, and dusty old things came to light one by one. Finally, he opened the red velvet cloth and carefully picked up a white wedding dress.

The scene turned again, the sun was gentle, the breeze was caressing the leaves, and the red carpet stretched on the soft lawn to the wedding podium.

The red-haired girl was wearing a retro-style wedding dress, holding a flower in one hand and holding her father in the other, walking forward step by step.

Flowers and green plants carefully decorated the arched curtain in front of the rostrum. Young men in suits and leather shoes stood at the end. My grandfather's black suit was old in style, but it could be seen that it had been well kept and had a classic flavor of the time.

The bride holding her father's arm gradually came closer. Her eyes turned red and she closed her eyes. She quickly picked up her skirt and ran towards the man who would become her husband today.

The white gauze is flying like a jumping dove.

The bride's running figure with tears and laughter transformed into another red-haired girl in the eyes of her grandfather. At that time, he was waiting on his knees outside her door to propose marriage, and "The Blue Danube" played for them to dance together. movement.

Congratulations on the newlyweds and miss the old friends.

"Take my hand. Take my whole life, too."

(Take my hand and hold my life too)

"For I can't help falling in love with you"

(Because I can't help but fall in love with you)

The groom took three steps at a time and rushed forward to catch his wife, picked her up and spun her around, with happy smiles on their faces.

They rotated, rotated, time went back quietly, the embracing figures gradually changed, the wavy skirts swayed, the wedding dress turned into an evening dress decorated with tassels and sequins, the grandfather gently held his wife's waist and stepped on it. The waltz dance moves around and around the banquet hall.

Spin, spin, the past events of the past gently fade away, and the bright smiling faces of the bride and groom appear in the picture again.

Applause rang out to offer sincere blessings to the newlyweds. The melody intertwined by strings and piano came to an end in a romantic and solemn atmosphere. The grandfather clapped vigorously, his eyes were filled with emotion, and his face was moved.

Outside the screen, Li Yunshu and Li Yunshu made soft "awwww" sounds.

"So those are the grandparents from back then..." My boyfriend has always had a weak resistance to content related to elders' family ties. Now he was a little tearful and touched his nose uncomfortably while speaking.

"Oh, I obviously left so much blank space, but I don't know why I just cried..."

Li Yunshu's heart was heavy and itchy, filled with a series of emotions including being moved.

In the picture, as the applause gradually subsides, a handsome and upright blond young man wearing a groom's suit straightens his sleeves and walks towards the grand piano on the podium.

Sit down, lift the cover of the piano, and let your ten fingers fall naturally with your wrist.

The quiet and soft sound of the piano flows from the fingers, and the black and white keys are like the switch of time. The young man closes his eyes and plays, and the surrounding environment changes softly, and his clothes also change accordingly.

Warm strings and grainy husky voices naturally join in:

"I see trees of green, red roses, too."

(I saw green trees and red roses)

"I see them bloom for me and you."

(I saw them open for you and me)

"And I think to myself what a wonderful world."

(I can't help but think, what a wonderful world this is)

In the light and gentle rhythm of jazz, the blond-haired young man changed from a groom at a lawn wedding to a performer in the concert hall, to a pianist at a ball, to a young master in the castle...

His well-tailored dress turned into a stiff tuxedo and shiny leather shoes, into a lazy and casual suit and soft boots, into a fedora hat, a long-sleeved shirt with a stand-up collar, and dark gray high-waisted striped suspender trousers...

As the scene changes and time passes, the sound of the piano becomes softer and softer until it is completely covered by the warm and soothing singing, and the music seamlessly turns into background music.

"I see skies of blue and clouds of white."

(I see blue sky and white clouds)

"The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night."

(Bright and lucky day, deep and deep night)

"And I think to myself what a wonderful world."

(I can't help but think, what a wonderful world this is)

One scene after another is condensed into soap bubbles blown by children, shining with colorful light in the sun, constantly floating and rising.

The bubbles flew towards the clouds, and the dazzling sunlight made people dizzy. Within a second or two of avoiding sight, the white screen transition was over. The morning light gradually emerged, and a ray of post-dawn light passed through the cracks in the wooden strips of the window frame. Dispel the darkness in the old warehouse.

The explorer, wearing a brown windbreaker and a dark beret, lay on the dusty ground and opened his blue eyes.

He still held the gold pocket watch in his hand. It was still ticking, but it no longer rotated counterclockwise. It just moved forward inaccurately like any old clock.

The protagonist with light blond hair looked confused. After a while, he sat up and his eyes wandered around again.

The dust in the air is still crystal clear, but the old and broken objects seem to have been slightly repaired by some mysterious power, and are no longer covered with dust and cobwebs as before.

He saw the dull shadows of the ancient furniture fade away, and the surface seemed to become warmer. He also saw that the rust stains on the metal utensils seemed to be smoothed by invisible hands, exuding some of their original luster. The ancient artifacts that were forgotten by time and eroded by time seem to have regained their due vitality. Although it is not much, this small change is still incredible, and I feel surprised and delighted from the bottom of my heart.

The protagonist looked at them quietly, rubbing his thumb lightly on the cover of the pocket watch.

His expression became solemn little by little, and there was a little tenderness of reminiscence in the solemnity.

A cut shot shows the protagonist walking out of a quiet warehouse, the pocket watch chain pinned to his clothes swaying gently with his steps. He walked towards the audience outside the screen, and then walked out of the viewfinder. The camera moved accordingly, tracking his back. As he entered and exited the room, the scene naturally transitioned to the magnificent reception hall, and the protagonist's body was full of coffee. The colorful trench coat disappeared and was replaced by a tuxedo that was exquisite and decent but not completely new.

"The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky."

(The colors of the rainbow in the sky are so beautiful)

"Are also on the faces of people going by."

(reflected on the faces of passers-by)

"I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do."

(I saw friends shaking hands and saying hello)

"They're really saying I love you."

(They are saying: I love you)

The protagonist stood on the booth and toasted to the guests.

The warm music silently witnessed his profile as he told the story. The curtain opened, and beams of soft lights shone on the staggered transparent display cabinets and isolation guardrails, pieces of vintage clothing, jewelry, furniture, and art. Products are displayed in it. This is a soulful and timeless exhibition, and it is the conversation that the protagonist who has become a collector most wants to lead the world to have.

At this moment, antiquities are no longer relics. They are nostalgia for the past, respect for history, the imprint of time that has settled to this day, and the resonance of human emotions.

"I hear babies cry I watch them grow."

(I hear babies cry and watch them grow)

"They'll learn much more than I'll ever know."

(They will learn far more than I will)

"And I think to myself what a wonderful world."

(I can't help but think, what a wonderful world this is)

The low-pitched and deep singing voice floats leisurely, telling the past and conveying the power of warmth.

The exhibition ended and the night fell. The protagonist lingered in the gorgeous retro collection room. His blue eyes showed the unique clarity and nostalgia after all the vicissitudes of life.

He closed his eyes and lowered his head, his slender figure blending into the pieces of vintage clothing.

"Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world"

(I can't help but think, what a wonderful world this is)

Amidst the warm and moving music, one or two straight lines with rounded corners outline simple geometric figures in the center of the picture, and cursive characters slowly emerge.

VINTAGE·The Invitation of Time：RE

After the fixed "RE", words flowed by quickly like flowing gravel in an hourglass.

REVISIT

RECOLLECT

RETURN

REMINISCE

Finally, it settled on one word.

VINTAGE·The Invitation of Time：RECREATE

(Vintage·An invitation through time: reappearance)

BGM of this chapter:

Clocks - Coldplay

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Electric Love-BRNS

The Blue Danube - Johann Strauss II (Blue Danube Waltz)

Adventure of a Lifetime - Coldplay

La Vie En Rose - Edith Piaf

Can't Help Falling in Love - Elvis Presley

What A Wonderful World (Piano Version)- The Chillest

What a Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong

Who changed the plan four times, kept selecting songs and overturning them, and finally the word count reached 10,000+, and then the dubbing and this chapter said that they were all swallowed up. It turned out to be butter and cheese (weak)

This chapter is too long, sorry, but I really want to post it all in one go, so I'm sorry, I dare to do it next time (……)

Thanks to the technical consultant Mr. Quan for his strong support for the writing content of this chapter.

Finally, Mr. Qin, happy rebirth.