It's really strange. Although the second uncle's letter asked me not to leave the fragments and said that something could be delayed, it has always been nothing special. Why is there a sudden faint light now
But the shards only flickered for a few seconds before calming down again. I held it in my hand, but didn't feel any heat. The heat just now seemed to be just my illusion.
I read it over and over again, but I didn't see any clues, so I simply stopped thinking about it.
After shopping for so long, I feel a little hungry. There are many fast food places nearby. I went out to find a few special meals to feast on. After eating seven or eighty-eight, I remembered the light of the fragments just now, and then the ghost and the gods took out the stroke code left by the second uncle.
After nothing happened, I took out a few more sheets of paper and started trying to combine those strokes.
“Anyway捺"
Forty or fifty strokes are densely packed. I don't have much research on Chinese characters myself, and I feel dizzy just by looking at it. I drew it back and forth on paper many times, but I still couldn't put together an answer. What makes me even more troublesome is that my father's writing on the strokes is not regular, the horizontal is the same length, the vertical is the same, there is no difference between the na and the dot. Plus the difference between "horizontal" and "horizontal" in the strokes...
The second uncle is really a master of embarrassment, and came up with such a way to punish people.
At this time, a young girl's voice, as clear and sweet as a bell, rang beside me: "Hello, is there anyone sitting here?"
I looked up and saw several young men and women squeezing in sweat on their foreheads. One of the pretty girls was staring at me.
I shook my head and said, "Just me."
The girl's eyes lit up and said quickly: "Then we sit here and squeeze..."
Next to him, a young boy with a pale face and glasses, nearly 1.8 meters tall, said, "I'm really sorry, there are too many people here, and I can't find a seat."
I smiled and said that it was okay, and then I sat a little bit inside, so that all five or six of them could sit down.
Maybe it was because I thought I was more polite. The guy with glasses sitting next to me looked up at the messy paper drawn by me and said, "Hello, my name is Zuo Yan."
"Haha, the same surname, Zuo Tianyang."
The pretty girl who first questioned immediately picked up the problem and said, "Handsome guy, the chat ends at ha ha oh."
The table full of people, including me, was amused by her. Maybe it's because of the same age, we came to talk very much. Zuo Yan was very interested in my stroke code. He took the paper and looked at it carefully, meditating on something from time to time.
"Zuo Yan is the most powerful person in our university. This little problem will definitely not trouble him." It was the pretty girl who was still talking. During the chat, I knew her name was Wen Jing. Yes, the surname is quiet, but her behavior style has nothing to do with her name. The whole thing is the wild horse without the rein, the rabbit with the turnip, and the husky without the owner.
Zuo Yan humbly shook his head, and said, "Character-breaking puzzles and this combination of strokes are completely different. The most important thing is that there is no hint about this stroke. We all learn Chinese. We all know that it can be work, soil, or anything. It's a scholar. The difference between Na and Dian is the same."
Wen Jing interrupted on the other side and said, "Zuo Yan, you can do it anyway."
Young people nowadays understand everything, and when they hear the word "doing", they think more of course. So several girls blushed a little, while the male voice burst into laughter.
Zuo Yan shook his head helplessly and stopped talking. Instead, he took out a piece of paper from his bag, copied these strokes, and said to me: "I guess I can't make a combination in a short time. Is it convenient to leave a phone call? ? If it is cracked, I will call you to tell you at that time."
Although what the second uncle did is weird, I feel that there is really no need to be vigilant for a group of students. So not only did he agree to take away the cipher paper he copied, but he also left his mobile phone number.
After the meeting, the group of young students who took advantage of the summer vacation to travel together left. Seeing them waving at me, I don't know why, I feel a little bit reluctant.
Maybe it's because after leaving home, they are the people I know best along the way.
In addition to the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, there is also the Tomb of the King of Qin to visit. However, the real tomb of Qin Shihuang hasn't worked out how to dig it, even if I look at it, I can't see anything.
And I also want to go back to the city.
Nothing else, just because there is a second uncle’s house there.
Perhaps this is God's will. I want to come to Xi'an, but Xi'an has the footprints of the second uncle.
At the same time, I was curious about one thing. How could there be a key to Erberxian’s house with my father? It could only be that Er uncle gave the key to his father a long time ago, but his father would not come to live in Xi'an. Why did Er uncle give him the key
Although my father didn't say it clearly, I can imagine that many years ago, between the second uncle and his father, there must be some conversations that were not clear to others.
While waiting for the shuttle bus to start, I asked the driver for the address. The address left by my father was very detailed. After the driver saw it, he told me to take the car and get off at a certain station, then turn to a certain bus to a certain station, and look for the house number after seeing an old house.
About two hours later, I came to an old town in downtown Xi'an.
This is a two-story and three-story old house. Although it is a cement road, the garbage squatting at the door and shallow pits with depressions can be seen everywhere. In the urban area surrounded by high-rise buildings, it is particularly abrupt.
I followed the house number and found the second uncle’s house easily. It was a small two-story building. The ordinary red-painted iron door is not only dusty, but also rusty because it hasn't been taken care of all the year round.
Fortunately, there is a brass lock hanging on the door, which is very rare nowadays. Otherwise, it may not be able to be opened. But having said that, it is a miracle that such a brass lock has not been stolen for many years.
Er Bo should be a person who attaches great importance to space privacy. His house does not have an open yard. The entrance is the living room, which is completely imitation of the double-storey duplex in Europe and America. Although the room is full of dust and musty everywhere, you can still feel high-end atmosphere after a glance.
In addition to a large living room of thirty or forty square meters on the first floor, there are two bedrooms, one kitchen and one bathroom. However, the contents inside were covered with dust, and it was already dirty.
I walked up the spiral staircase of solid wood, listening to some terrible crunch under my feet, I was afraid that I would fall down the stairs at any time.
The second floor is similar to the first floor, with two bedrooms, a study room, a storage room and a bathroom.
The storage room is the messiest. The three tables are put together, and there are bottles and jars, waste paper, wood, stones and so on everywhere. I was going to look at it more, but after pressing the light switch, I remembered that no one has been living for so many years, the water and electricity have been cut off long ago.
Yes, it seems that my wish to live in a free room cannot be achieved.
I walked to the study, opened the window to let the wind flow, and then stopped in front of the two-meter-high bookshelf. It occupies the entire wall, and the bookshelves on seven or eight floors are full. There are still some scattered books on the ground, and there seems to be no place to organize.
I found a piece of cloth and wiped it at random. I saw that half of the books on the shelf were related to archaeology, and the other half were many mythological biographies. I even saw Bi Yuan's "Shan Hai Jing New Correction". I just don't know whether it is true or not. After all, Bi Yuan was from the Qing Dynasty. If this new book of Shanhai Jing is true, it would be considered an antique.
It seems that the mother said that the second uncle's research direction is biased towards ancient mythology, which is not nonsense.
In front of the bookshelf is a desk. The dark red lacquer surface is already a little peeling, and several pieces of crumpled waste paper are mixed in the dust. There was a closed notebook on the table. I wiped the cover with a cloth and saw the words Shaanxi Provincial Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology printed on it.
Due to the long period of time, the plastic cover has become a bit decayed. I carefully picked it up and opened it, and found that there was still a pen in the middle of the notebook. This historical fountain pen has long run out of ink, but it is the cleanest thing in the whole room.
I took the pen in my hand, turned over the first page of the notebook, and saw the sentence written on it: The meaning of archaeology, remove the false and keep the truth.
These words are written very hard, and I must be very excited to think about the feelings of the second uncle at the time.
I continued to scroll down, and what I saw was something like a diary. Page by page, the contents of Erbo’s archaeology are recorded. He wrote in great detail, and recorded everything he did, found, and guessed at each step.
These contents can be used as an introductory textbook for archaeological research.
However, after the forty-third page, I saw a completely different content from before.
The beginning of this page reads: Today, perhaps the day when mankind abandons science! Is science helping mankind progress, or is it restricting mankind's thinking? (End of this chapter)