"Who has seen the mirror of the dumb house" tells the story of a modern girl named Ayao, who fell in love with General Huo Qubing at the age of 16 through the mirror of an antique shop.

He Yiyao looked at the round ancient mirror in the glass cabinet in front of him, fascinated, and didn't want to blink.

"If you like, you can take it out and have a look." The owner of the antique shop smiled gently with a gentle tone, which made people feel good.

He Yiyao nodded repeatedly. Although she knows that she probably can't afford this ancient mirror, she still wants to hold it in her hand and really touch it.

The boss opened the counter and took out the bronze mirror. "This is a rare fish bronze mirror in the Han Dynasty. Most of the bronze mirrors in Han Dynasty are engraved with dragon, tiger, phoenix and bird patterns. This red and green embroidery is very beautiful. It is said to be the favorite of Huo Qubing, a famous Han Dynasty star. Miss, you really have a good eye. "

He Yiyao carefully held the bronze mirror and stared at the four lifelike carp protruding slightly from the back. The carved patterns are simple and smooth, with different shapes, which really looks like swimming in the water. The mirror is only about the size of her palm, and its body is thin and light, at least much lighter than she thought. He Yiyao wondered if this bronze mirror was a fake. The next second she turned it over and saw the mottled mirror, but she was a little uncertain.

The fairly smooth mirror is full of scratches, and all the roads represent the relentless baptism of the years. She could vaguely see her own vague shadow in the mirror. Why Yao is unwilling to let go of this vague aesthetic feeling.

She accidentally walked into this antique shop on the way to make up lessons, because the name of this antique shop is "dumb house", and this strange name attracted her to come in.

She curiously asked the boss why he called him dumb, and the boss replied:

Every antique in the dumb house has its own story, which has been carried for many years, but no one listens. Because none of them can talk. So it was named dumb house.

Although it is shabby and there is no business here, she knows that if all the products in this store are genuine, the price is definitely not affordable for a senior three student.

However, just as she turned to leave, she found this ancient mirror.

What if she wants it? She didn't want to let go of the mirror, and she felt very comfortable with the cold touch, as if she had touched a piece of softness in her heart.

An absurd excuse flashed through He Yiyao's mind: "Boss, our school club needs an ancient mirror to put on a play. Can you rent it to us for a month? " She thought she just wanted to be fresh for a while, and after a month, she might have long since disliked this dirty old mirror.

However, even she felt that her request was too much, and she was about to say a few more words to save it, but she accidentally heard the young antique shop owner say a "good" word.

He Yiyao stayed for a while, and then began to ask excitedly what to bet and how much to bet. As a result, the other party only asked for her student ID card registration, and nothing else.

"The rent is ten dollars." The owner of the antique shop casually said.

So cheap? He Yiyao has some regrets. If he knew, he would ask the price directly. Maybe she thinks too much. This bronze mirror is a fake. But she has said that she wants to rent it, so she has to bite the bullet and sign the register. I decided that if she still likes this ancient mirror after a month, she would definitely come and ask how much it costs.

The young boss glanced at the registered name, and his slender eyes narrowed tighter. His slender fingers crossed the word "Yao" on the register and vaguely said, "Oh, yes, one more thing."

"What?" Why Yao is in the mirror and can't put it down. Hearing this sentence, he raised his head reflexively.

"One thing you should remember is that this bronze mirror must not be wiped, absolutely not." When he heard this sentence, He Yiyao vaguely saw that the corners of the mouth of this ordinary-looking boss seemed to evoke a strange smile, but she didn't pay attention. At that time, as soon as she wrapped the bronze mirror and put it in her bag, she hurried to the place to make up lessons.

In the evening, He Yiyao finished his homework, turned on the small desk lamp, and fiddled with the ancient mirror in his hand.

"How did ancient women dress up with this flower?" He Yiyao looked at the vague figure in the mirror and couldn't help mumbling. She looked at the mottled scratches on it and wanted to wipe the computer screen with alcohol cotton cloth, but just as her hand touched the mirror, the owner of the antique shop suddenly appeared in her mind.

One thing you should remember is that this bronze mirror must not be wiped, absolutely not. "

He Yiyao reluctantly put down the alcohol cotton cloth. It is estimated that this bronze mirror is true or false. The boss is afraid that she will get newer and newer after cleaning. Ha ha!

When he was about to put down the mirror, his casual glance made her heart skip a beat.

Because she actually found a vague figure in the mirror ... it doesn't seem to be her. ...

At least, there will never be a bun on her head, and her figure will not move with her movements. ...

"You, who are you?" He Yiyao asked loudly.

No response.

She relaxed and rubbed her eyes. Just as she was self-deprecating and dazzled and ready to give up, suddenly an ethereal and illusory voice came from the silent room.

"You, who are you?"

The voice was so light that He Yiyao almost thought it was her illusion, but the next second, she was staring at the mirror in her hand.

"... who is it? "

The sound is clearer this time. It really comes from this mirror.

Against the background of the desk lamp, the scratches on the mottled mirror are more obvious, but this time He Yiyao is sure that the blurred figure inside is not himself.

"Who are you?" The person in the mirror obviously saw her and exclaimed.

"I'm nobody ... my name is He Yiyao." He Yiyao whispered an old saying with a black line on his face. Is there something wrong with his mind? Or, this bronze mirror is not a fake, but there are ghosts in it?

"I'm Huo Qubing." This time, the voice in the mirror answered much faster and clearer, and was recognized as a man's voice.

"hey!" The mirror slipped from her hand and landed on the table with a bang.

"Xiaoyao! Are you still up? It's already half past ten! Aren't you going to class tomorrow? " He Yiyao's mother is knocking at the door. He Yiyao quickly put the ancient mirror into the book and then turned off the light.

However, lying in bed, I tossed and turned and thought, is that a ghost of a thousand years? General Huo Qubing trapped in an ancient mirror?

He Yiyao found that on weekdays, no matter how she fiddled with the bronze mirror, it didn't respond. The mirror doesn't change until ten o'clock at night.

"Huo Qubing are you? A famous general in the Han Dynasty? "

"general? I am a captain now, but I will soon become a general! "

"The book says you are a general." He Yiyao leafed through the Han Dynasty history books specially borrowed from the library today. Is it a ghost with the same name?

"Ha ha! I don't know what book you are talking about. What about you? How did you die? Why is it in the bronze mirror your aunt gave me? "

The words in the mirror shocked He Yiyao. Is she dead? When did you die?

She quickly squeezed her face. Oh! It hurts!

"I am alive and well! At school! Learn! "

"Hey? Then why do you say that I am dead but my grandfather is alive and well! Ride a horse! Archery! "

He Yiyao stayed, she didn't die, and he didn't die, so ... can this mirror connect the two worlds across time and space?

"ah! Since I am not a ghost, I will show my face to you! Don't be afraid to see people just because they are dead faces! "

He Yiyao had long forgotten the advice of the antique shop owner not to clean the mirror, and began to clean the mirror gently with a try.

Every time she wiped it, the mirror lit up a little until her hands were almost sore. She heard the hateful voice in the mirror jokingly say, "Yo! Long hair, also said not a female ghost? "

"bang!" He Yiyao put the ancient mirror in the book and went to bed no matter what the shadow called it.

It lasted three days as soon as it was released. Homework and school teachers left her no time to think about other things.

It was not until these days that she occasionally turned over the information books that she suddenly found the bronze mirror inside. I haven't heard his "I, you" for several days, but I miss it very much.

He Yiyao leaned the bronze mirror against the reference book and was about to bend his head to do his homework. Looking at his long hair hanging down, he remembered what Huo Qubing had said before, so he simply put on a ponytail and began to study again.

At ten o'clock, a playful voice came from the bronze mirror: "Long time no see! A month, right? Huh? Comb your hair? Can't a female ghost touch her hair? "

He Yiyao's automatic pencil lead broke with a bang. "You are the female the ghost! No, what do you mean a month? I have only been here for three days! " She looked at the ancient mirror and found that it was clearer than last time. There are flickering candlelight and the outline of a man on the other side of the mirror.

"Hey, woman, you ... you're cleaning the mirror. I really want to see more clearly after you wiped it last time. " Huo Qubing, learn from He Yiyao. You and I have changed. Although embarrassed, it made him feel novel.

He Yiyao looked at the finished homework and simply picked up the rag on the table and began to wipe it. "You said you haven't seen me for a month? What's going on here? When have you seen me before? "

"It started on June 1 day, then the last time was June 1 1 day, and today is July 1 1 day. I remember it very clearly. On the first day of June, I went hunting in Shanglinyuan and got drunk. When I came back, I found you in the mirror. "

"Hey? Don't our times coincide? Maybe this ancient mirror is like a camera, connecting two time and space! However, this network cable may be a bit too long and there is a delay. Well, but why don't we postpone the conversation? "

"Woman, please say what I can understand! What is a camera? What is the network cable? " Huo Qubing listened hard, only to find that he did listen but didn't understand.

"The camera is a lens connected to the computer ... forget it, forget it." He Yiyao rolled his eyes and felt that he was telling an ancient man what a camera was. They only know mirrors!

"ah! You also wipe it! Don't go it alone. "

"I wipe? The mirror in my hand is new! It's already dawn! Wipe what? " Huo Qubing bronze mirror, "woman, do you hurt when I look in the mirror? People say that if you damage things, the ghosts who live in them will suffer! "

"It hurts you!" He Yiyao wiped the mirror on the street and imagined it as Huo Qubing's face. I rubbed it hard! "I'm not a ghost."

"Yes, that's why I call you a woman!" Someone used a very perfunctory tone.

He Yiyao's teeth itch with hate, and she wiped the mirror hard. After a while, the annoying voice rang again.

"goodbye! What! Those uncles lie! Female ghosts are not gorgeous! Growth is terrible. "

"bang!" He Yiyao directly buckled the mirror on the table in turn, and then smashed it with a book to vent his anger.

She looks scary? He Yiyao couldn't help looking in the mirror on his dressing table, and Zhang Xiuqing's lovely face was reflected in the mirror.

That guy has an eye problem! Riding and archery! It's good not to hit one of our own!

"woman!" It keeps coming out of the mirror. Woman! "Come at your fingertips.

He Yiyao touched the lines on the back of the bronze mirror with his hand and remembered that he had just seen an elegant face before turning the mirror over.

Why does she blush? Who cares about that guy? Turn off the lights and sleep!

"ah! Woman, are you there? " At ten o'clock in the evening, someone's voice came from the bronze mirror on time, only this time, it was not so frivolous and sounded a little low.

He Yiyao only struggled for two seconds in his mind, and then turned over the bronze mirror. She has to admit that there was a netizen who was awesome more than 2,000 years ago, not to mention the famous General Huo.

On the mottled mirror, the scratches disappeared, reflecting a handsome face. It's still a little fuzzy, but those intense eyes, clear and shining with deep light, immediately attracted He Yiyao's heart and couldn't move his eyes anymore.

But where is he looking?

He Yiyao looked down at his suspender nightgown, cursed the little pervert, and immediately went to find the coat cover. This kind of dress is probably too exciting for ancient men. But, man? He Yiyao poked Huo Qubing's face in the mirror and asked curiously, "How old are you?"

"Small ye 16 years old this year, what's the matter? They refused me to join the army! " Huo Qubing picked up the hip flask and poured a mouthful. "I am qualified to kill the enemy! Don't tell me you think I'm as young as them! "

Sixteen? No wonder this netizen has immature facial features and turned out to be an underage boy. He Yiyao raised his eyebrows and said, "OK, call me sister."

"Stop it! Woman, can you chat with me every day? It takes ten days at a time! Can't you be on call? " Huo Qubing burped, the rogue demanded.

"I talk to you every day!" He Yiyao pie pie, on call? Master Huo thinks that he is an alumnus of Harry Potter and has studied moving movies.

"It seems like a day in the sky and ten days on the ground!" Mr. Xiaoye sighed with regret.

"You just praised me as a fairy? Really! " He Yiyao is not good at holding his chin in an interesting way and deliberately misinterprets Master Huo's meaning.

Mr. Xiaoye seldom quarreled with her. He was a little drunk and muttered some silly words, "Woman, what do you want ... don't want to see the scenery outside the Great Wall?" To ... always be by my side, don't, don't go ... I'll take you ... I'll show you. " Finally, I fell asleep at my desk first.

He Yiyao silently looked at the drunken young general with red swan ambition in the mirror and felt a little blocked in his chest ... She remembered that in history, Huo Qubing died young at the age of 24. ...

Should I tell him? But he said that he would take it as a joke. ...

"Woman, I was born in Huo Qubing as a slave and grew up in the forefront, but I never indulged in wealth. A gentleman should be born to die in the battlefield and defend his country! "

"Woman, do you know? Huns often harass our border with North Korea, but the holy family maintains relative peace with the property of in-laws and dowry! "

"Woman, if I go to the battlefield, I will definitely kill the enemy!"

"Woman, ... hey! Did you listen to me? "

"I am listening!" He Yiyao dug his ears and continued to bend his head to do review questions.

This situation has been maintained for several weeks. Every night at ten o'clock, she can see this netizen two thousand years ago through the bronze mirror. It took about half an hour, and she was forced to go offline. And Huo Qubing can only see He Yiyao every ten days, so it's been almost a year.

"Who are you kidding? I don't even bother to look at my face. Is what you are writing interesting? Is it interesting that I have a little grandfather? "

This is the last homework she will hand in tomorrow, and it will be the last day to make up lessons tomorrow, and then school will start! However, He Yiyao blinked, looked up at the desk calendar, and suddenly woke up. She should return the bronze mirror to the antique shop tomorrow.

Although Huo Qubing's gossip is annoying, she finds herself used to listening to him pour out his grievances there every night. She couldn't help looking at the bronze mirror on her right. In the mottled mirror, the young but domineering face of the other party is revealed.

"You ..." He Yiyao wanted to say goodbye to him, but he couldn't say it. This bronze mirror must be genuine. She can't afford to buy it.

Besides, she really can't talk to him like that anymore. In this month, in order not to change the course of history, she didn't say anything to him. She was an honest listener. Now he probably thinks she is just a female ghost living in the mirror.

"Woman, do you know? Actually, I seldom talk to people. But for you, there are always endless words, perhaps because I don't know you at all, because you don't know me ... "

He Yiyao was stunned and didn't know what to say.

She listens to his complaints these days. Wei Ruyun's master is his aunt, and his uncle Wei Qing is a big fellow general. He wants to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and doesn't want to live a peaceful life in Chang' an ... She always feels that it is another world that has nothing to do with her, but every day under his infiltration, she seems to witness it with her own eyes. By his side, watching him running on the hunting ground through the fuzzy mirror ... "Woman, remember what I said, I think. Ten days later, I will take you to see it! " Huo Qubing said happily that He Yiyao could see his flying eyebrows, sharp and unique like two knives stuck in the clouds. "I have voluntarily let the holy seal me as an army captain! Ten days later, be sure to wait for me! "

The mirror has been repaired, but Huo Qubing's uplifting voice still seems to be ringing in my ears.

He Yiyao relented and stared at the ancient mirror with her chin cupped in one hand. She didn't say anything superfluous, just listened. Should be ok? Go to the dumb house tomorrow and ask the boss if he can continue to rent her antique mirrors. She can take out all the coins in the piggy bank and pay one year in advance. Should be ok?

Since then, He Yiyao's party has become very exciting. Through this ancient mirror, she saw the attractive and clear moonlight outside the Great Wall, the blood flowing on the battlefield and the vast desert. ...

She leafed through the history books and looked at the ancient mirror.

She read between the lines of the history books and looked at the battlefield in the ancient mirror.

She didn't say anything, but spent a long time with him, encouraging him and comforting him.

Her day is equal to his ten days.

In the sixth year of Yuanshuo, he led 800 cavalry and ran hundreds of miles in the vast desert, looking for traces of the enemy. As a result, his long-distance attack tactics won the first battle, fighting more than 2,000 people. One of Xiongnu Khan's two uncles was killed and the other was captured alive. He led his troops back smoothly. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty immediately named him the "champion Hou" and praised his courage in the three armed forces.

Through the ancient mirror, she watched him run for hundreds of miles, and the dust raised under the horseshoe and the blood shed from his chest covered the mirror all night.

He said that this was his first battle and he achieved a proud record.

She didn't say anything, but quietly looked at the mottled blood on the ancient mirror, because this was the first time he was so badly hurt.

In the spring of the second year of Yuanshou, he was appointed general of a title of generals in ancient times and led 10,000 soldiers to the Xiongnu alone. At the age of 19, he was struck by lightning thousands of miles away in the desert. On the 6th, he moved to the Five Xiongnu Units, made great strides all the way, and fought a life-and-death battle in Gaolan Mountain. He lost badly in this battle. Although he defeated nearly ten thousand people, his ten thousand chosen men were only three thousand.

She didn't see his battle scene through the ancient mirror. Meeting again is already a picture of victory.

He said that in order not to let her see the bloody scene, he deliberately chose the interval between their calls.

She didn't say anything. There is no blood on the mirror this time. But she found a deep knife mark on the back of the mirror.

She can see the knife marks on the ancient mirror.

However, she couldn't see how many injuries he had suffered.

In the summer of the same year, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty decided to launch a war to recover Hexi. In this battle, he became the commander-in-chief of the Han army, once again went deep alone and won again. In Qilian Mountain, his men killed more than 30,000 people. The Han Dynasty recovered Hexi Plain. Since then, the prestige of the Han army has greatly increased, and at the age of 19, it has become a god of war that scares the Huns.

She looked at him through the ancient mirror, at the Hexi land under his feet, at his high fighting spirit, and at his thousands of soldiers looking up at him. ...

He said, I really want her to stand by him and feel everything.

She said nothing, because she knew it was impossible. ...

In the autumn of the same year, King Xie Hun and King Xiutu wanted to surrender to the Han Dynasty, and he went to the Yellow River to surrender. When he led the troops across the Yellow River, the Xiongnu's surrender suddenly mutinied. He rushed into the Xiongnu camp with only a few Qin Bing, confronted the evil king and ordered the killing of the mutinous soldiers. The evil king of Xiongnu had every opportunity to take him hostage or kill him for revenge, but in the end, the evil king of Xiongnu gave up. He dared to take risks alone, not afraid of life and death, and not only shocked the evil king of Xiongnu, but also shocked more than 40 thousand Xiongnu foot soldiers. Hexi surrender ended successfully.

Through the ancient mirror, she looked at the night when candlelight was erratic, the situation was confusing and dangerous. He just stood in the enemy's camp and stopped 40 thousand soldiers and 8 thousand soldiers out of the account with only one expression and one gesture. The world was shocked and shouted that the God of War was invincible.

He said that he really took a risk this time, but with him, she is his guardian goddess.

She didn't say anything, but silently loosened the pinched skirts on this side of the ancient mirror.

In the third year of Yuanshou, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty built a beautiful mansion for him and invited him to visit it.

Through the ancient mirror, she saw the young emperor's esteem for him and the smiling princess beside her. She knew that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty not only gave him a mansion, but also intended him to marry a princess.

He said that the Huns were not extinct and had no home.

She said nothing, but looked at his hand on the mirror when he was talking, and the palm print was clearly visible.

She held out her hand for the first time and printed his hand.

Their hands are not only separated by a cold mirror, but also separated by two thousand years.

But there is still something, the pulse is flowing.

In the fourth year of Yuanshou, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty launched an unprecedented Mobei War in order to completely eliminate the main force of Xiongnu. He led his troops into Mobei, attacked more than 2,000 miles and wiped out more than 70,000 enemies. In order to kill Hun Khan, he came all the way to Xushan, where the wolf lived, and led an army to hold a ceremony to worship heaven and earth. After the wolf was blocked, he continued to lead the army in depth and hit Lake Baikal in Russia, winning all the way. After this war, the Huns fled far away, and there was no Wang Ting in the south of the desert. His "sealing the wolf to keep Xu" has since become the highest pursuit and lifelong dream of China military strategists. This year, he was only 22 years old.

Through the ancient mirror, she looked at the highest military commander in history, watching him stand at the peak of his life and watching his supreme glory.

During the six years of his campaign, she stayed with him to protect his chest.

He said, woman, are you really a ghost? After all these years, you haven't changed at all. ...

On the mirror, there are countless mottled knife marks, but the mirror is more and more clear.

She can even see her own shadow in his eyes.

He said that his ideal of pacifying the Huns had come true. His dream of becoming a general has also come true. He has almost fulfilled all his childhood wishes, and he can get almost everything he wants.

He said he wanted her.

She didn't say anything, but silently shook her head, put the mirror in a sealed box and locked it in the innermost cabinet.

Enough, she said to herself.

She stayed with him for more than seven months, watching him walk hard step by step, and watching him finally climb to the top of his life, which is enough.

After all, they are not from the same world. He would rather think that she is a female ghost, lost her magic forever, has long since passed away, and will never see each other again.

She wants to forget him.

She buried herself in her studies and devoted all her attention to books, never allowing herself extra time to think about him.

Except at ten o'clock every night, I am heartbroken and habitually look at the position where the ancient mirror is placed, and then force myself to look elsewhere.

What is he doing? Think about what? With who?

She gritted her teeth He has nothing to do with her.

How can she look at him and get sick and weak until she dies?

She was tired of looking at him through the ancient mirror, but she could do nothing and could not touch him.

She admitted that she was weak, so she chose to escape.

Life is the same as before. I go to school, make up lessons and do my homework ... but when I wake up every morning, my face is full of tears.

Finally, the college entrance examination is over. She did well in the exam and told her parents that she should be able to go to the university she wanted to enter since she was a child. Her parents were ecstatic, but she closed the door and felt sad.

The exam is over and she is free. There was no reason to study, and she began to miss him.

She finally couldn't help but take out the box locked in the cupboard, look at the long-lost ancient mirror and gently rub it.

This time, be sure to tell him.

Although they can't be together, she must tell him.

She likes him.

The room was empty and lonely, so she sat quietly until ten o'clock in the evening.

She didn't hear his voice, only a clear sound of breaking-the ancient mirror in her hand, cracked without warning.

Then, she saw the mirror covered with a piece of silk.

The words vigorous and powerful are written on the silk.

Yao, in the next life, we must meet.

She was sobbing.

"Boss," He Yiyao stood in front of the counter and opened the box. There is a crack in the mirror surface of the ancient mirror. Today is the day when the university starts, and it is also the day when the antique mirror is rented for one year. "How much is this ancient mirror? I bought it. "

The young antique shop owner looked at the cracked antique mirror, but his face was not too surprised. "No, your rent is just its price."

"Really?" He Yiyao didn't believe it at all. This ancient mirror is priceless to her. Even if the boss quoted an astronomical figure, she would try to get credit.

The boss closed the box, pushed it back to her and said with a smile, "Now, it's yours."

He Yiyao lowered his eyes and picked up the box carefully.

This is her most precious thing.

"By the way, there is one more thing, that is, this ancient mirror. Let me look for it. " The boss went into the back room, rummaged for a while, and slowly came out with a yellow and worn-out yellow cloth in his hand.

He Yiyao took the silk cloth trembling like being struck by lightning.

The hand trembled slightly and unfolded the silk, on which were written several powerful characters: Yao, we will definitely meet again in the next life.

Holding the antique mirror box and this silk, she didn't know how to get out of silence, except that when she recovered, she had been sent to the university campus by her parents.

The freshman reception desk was full of people, and she felt that she was standing in another space.

In confusion, she was hit by someone and fell to the ground. She hugged the ancient mirror in despair, but the silk fell to the ground.

One hand picked up the silk for her. That's a pair of hands with clear joints.

Her heart suddenly clenched so tightly that she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

I looked up and saw a familiar face. In this era, there are no ancient mirrors, no distant two thousand years, no horses neighing, no Jin Ge hitting, dusty ... His face is clear and true.

The difference is that he doesn't wear armor that never leaves his body, only a simple white T-shirt and blue jeans.

Tears slipped quietly.

The man came up to her and unfolded the silk, as if he had accidentally read the words on it, and as if he knew what was written on it, he said energetically:

"Yao, in the next life, we must meet."

The antiquities in the dumb house have their own stories, which have been carried for many years and no one has listened to them.

However, they are all waiting. ...