The boss is five and a half years old, and wealthy families are vying for his favor.

Chapter 44 Singing a Prayer Song
"Inscription?" Jiang Wan was peeling eggs, but stopped when she heard the words: "What's wrong with Shougui Monument?"

"No, we tried to restore the content of the inscription before, but we couldn't understand it, so I want to ask you, maybe you will know what it means."

"We have already started the live broadcast," Liu Guiyan interrupted, "Do you mind?"

"I don't mind if you don't mind, and you can still promote our museum." The old curator sincerely begged Jiang Wan: "Please."

"Let me see." Jiang Wan had no choice but to take the huge paper from the old curator's hand.

After the restoration, the words on the inscription can be barely legible. Although there are missing words and omissions, even in the relatively complete restoration, it is impossible to read or understand.

For example, the first sentence: Can everyone cry.

The old curator: "Perhaps 'Cange' is some kind of bird, which represents auspiciousness, and 'Ciao'an' means that its singing means peace."

Listening to the old curator's analysis, Jiang Wan almost laughed out loud.

"Isn't it?"

"You can't make a sentence like this. The first sentence should be 'Can Ge Cry An Zha Yi Shang'." Jiang Wan said.

Fang Yuqian, who was sitting on her right, silently helped her peel the eggs and put them in the bowl in front of her.

The old curator was shocked: "Is it Qiyan?!"

"Thank you." Jiang Wan thanked Fang Yuqian first, then shook her head and said to the old curator: "No, these words are just a transliteration of a piece of ancient music, they have no meaning in themselves, and there is no bird called Cange. "

"Ancient music?" The old curator took out his notepad, turned on the recorder, and sat down to study.

The bullet screen is also lively:

[It's started, Teacher Xiaowan has started class]

[So the word "Shou Gui" on the stele is actually not "Shou"? ? ? 】

[Xiaoqian also peeled eggs for Xiaowan, so spoiled]

【Old curator, why not let the children eat first】

[Looking at my son who was still napping after breakfast next to me, I really wanted to lose him]

[There is no harm without comparison. My stupid brother is making up for his homework, and Jiang Wan is teaching the old curator]

"You must know that the "Book of Songs" contains the songs of the ancestral temple and the songs of praising the gods. The content of the inscriptions is the songs of blessing." Jiang Wan sang the first line, which was indeed the pronunciation of "Can each cry Anzha Yishang" It's very similar, but there is a magical rhythm in it.

The old curator pondered for a while, "This accent, like a song from the southern mountains?"

Jiang Wan affirmed, "Yes, because it is a prayer song passed down orally, and it becomes like this when expressed in Chinese characters."

"Can you sing?" The doubts in the old curator's mind finally outweighed the surprise, "But this is at least a song from more than 600 years ago..."

At this time, Jiang Wan has already confirmed that the person who carved the inscription and left the divination record must be Dapo, who came from Mang Valley like her!

It’s just that for some reason, this dama became an official of this ancient city 600 years ago, governed the ancient city for three years, left a stele of longevity turtle, and then disappeared into the long river of history without a name.

"My mother-in-law taught me." Jiang Wan replied to the old curator. The mother-in-law she mentioned was the old Da Po, but everyone understood it as the old woman in the mountains who adopted Xiao Jiang Wan.

"Could it be that she is a descendant of this official?" The old curator guessed excitedly, "Did she leave anything behind? Can..."

Jiang Wan interrupted him directly: "My mother-in-law's belongings were cremated together with my mother-in-law."

The old curator had regrets written all over his face, and he didn't ask any more questions.

Jiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

Yesterday she recognized the divination record, because the competition between Fang Yuqian and Jiang Ao weakened the shock that she knew the characters that no one knew, and made people think that she could only memorize the meanings corresponding to the characters, thus avoiding being suspected of her identity .

At this time, Jiang Wan simply mentioned her mother-in-law during the live broadcast, and also explained her difference from ordinary people.

"There are three sections of ancient music on the inscription. The first section is to pray for good weather, the second section is to pray for no disease and disaster, and the third section is to pray for a good harvest."

Jiang Wan guessed that the Da Po might have developed deep feelings for the ancient city while running it, but had to leave, so she cast the longevity turtle stele and left her prayer lyrics in this way to protect the children of the ancient city. civil.

"Can you sing these three passages?" The old curator held the recording pen tightly, "This is very valuable information!"

"Sister Xiaowan, do you want to sing?" The other children had already finished their breakfast. Li Jiazhuo heard this and said, "I brought a harmonica and can accompany you!"

"Then I'll be the backup dancer!" He Yufu happily raised her hands to introduce herself.

Liu Tianxiang kept his mouth shut. He didn't know how to accompaniment and didn't want to dance with him, so he silently approached Fang Yuqian and wanted to be a backdrop like him.

Jiang Ao didn't expect to hear Jiang Wan's singing during this trip, so he immediately turned on the recording function of his camera.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Wan refused.

His expression was serious.

"Prayer songs can't be sung casually. Whether it's prayers or singing, faith is needed to play its role, especially the bigger the thing you pray for, the more faith you need." If you are an ordinary person, just sing , but Jiang Wan is a Da Po.

She has the ability to mobilize the power of faith. Shougui Bei has accumulated a huge amount of faith in 600 years. If she speaks rashly without preparation, even if she sings just one sentence, she will be exhausted.

"Yes, is that so..." The old curator could understand every word Jiang Wan said, but he couldn't understand it at all.

What is faith?
Does singing prayer songs really work?

【Sounds great】

[emmm Jiang Wan unexpectedly persists in strange places]

[When I discovered the silver-core grass before, Xiaowan also said that the silver-core grass guides the way for the mountain god]

[So don't you sing?This is something that has been lost for 600 years...]

[After all, only children believe in superpowers]

The old curator didn't know what other people thought. Facing Jiang Wan, who was younger and smaller than him, he felt heavy pressure, and subconsciously said, "I'm very sorry..." But the old curator didn't know Why should he apologize.

Jiang Ao was thoughtful.

He thought that some people believed in God and some believed in Buddha. There seemed to be a mountain god in Wanwan's world view. This god had a transcendent status. It couldn't just be explained by the fact that the child was young and couldn't distinguish between reality and imagination. This mountain god It should be the belief of late night.

"You don't need to apologize," Jiang Wan softened her tone, thought for a while, and said, "I will write the scores of these three blessing songs to you later, and now——I will sing a short prayer song that makes people feel peaceful, and you can ?"

The old curator nodded again and again: "Okay, okay!"

"Then go to the yard." Jiang Wan jumped off the chair and walked out first.

The others followed her without knowing why.

In the courtyard of the homestay, there is a banyan tree over a hundred years old. There are more than a dozen flower pots lined up beside the wall, planting the flowers that the host family likes.

Jiang Wan stood in the middle of the courtyard. She took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes.

The turmoil of the world has also been gradually isolated.

"What is this going on?" the old curator asked doubtfully. Not only him, but others also looked confused.

Jiang Ao said quietly: "Just watch quietly." He didn't know what Wanwan was going to do, but subconsciously felt that no one should disturb her.

In the silence, Jiang Wan moved——

She raised one arm, stepped back with one foot, bent her body forward, and danced smoothly.

Accompanied by her movements, a song that no one could understand sang softly, and the leaves of the big banyan tree moved without wind, as if responding to Jiang Wan.

Everyone was unknowingly immersed in Jiang Wan's singing and dancing. The short song ended in one minute, but everyone present could not recover for a long time.

They seem to be on the top of a mountain that is completely silent, and they seem to be listening to the evening bell in a quiet ancient temple, and making tea in a snowy field where thousands of people have disappeared.

My mood is like a lake where the rain gradually stops. The ripples become shallower and shallower until they disappear, and the quiet water surface is no longer disturbed.

At this moment, only Jiang Ao could not be calm.

He stared at Jiang Wan who was looking up at the big tree in the yard, always feeling that she would disappear in the next second.

"Wanwan—" He strode forward and hugged Jiang Wan tightly.

(End of this chapter)