"Do you want to buy it?" The book stall owner asked with a displeased expression, and brought my thoughts back to the real world. I put down the yellowed booklet and said, "Boss! Are there any booklets like this?" "He didn't answer me.
I asked again: "Boss, is the booklet in stock just now?"
The boss was obviously a little impatient, so he shook his head at me.
I wandered around the bookstand for an hour, ran back, and asked again, "Is there any book about the Taklimakan meteorite? It's the meteorite that fell more than 40 years ago!"
"I don't know!" the boss said angrily. "Boss, how do you sell this copy?" I asked, holding the yellowed booklet. "Count you thirty!" "Sold a deal at a price of fifteen!" Before he could say anything, I took out the crumpled money and handed it to him. The boss put the book in a plastic bag without looking up, and continued to collect his books!
I have just walked two steps, and the boss suddenly said: "Young man, wait a minute!" Is there anything he can do with me? Although I hesitated in my heart, my footsteps stopped.
The boss said: "The old book seller said to me that there will be a guy buying this book today. I still don't believe it. He also said that he must give that guy a mobile phone number!" I was curious about the old man when he said this. Heart.
The boss left a number, I saved it in my phone, and returned home. After cleaning up, I have to go to the company to work overtime in the afternoon. Recently, the game is an iterated version! Oh, don't mention the hard work of overtime dogs!
First introduce yourself:
My name is Xia Ji, I am 24 years old and I was born in an archaeological family. It is said that Liulichang's ancestor was in the antique business. I can't tell how many generations he has been in. When filling in the college entrance examination, my father beat me to death and refused to let me apply for archaeology, saying that it was grandpa's last wish.
My ancestors are all related to "cultural relics"! Whether it is handed down antiques or unearthed cultural relics, bad luck is very heavy. My grandfather was a field archaeologist. It is said that he died in the Xinjiang desert. Several uncles, some are engaged in archaeology, some are engaged in forensic medicine, and some are in funeral homes, all of which are related to the dead.
After I graduated from college, I got a job as a game planner. It took several nights to get to the release of the version. Therefore, even when I myself will go to the used book market, I don't know, but an old stranger can pinpoint it! So, I made a call curiously.
"Hello! Hello, is this old Mr. Li Hongwei?"
"It's me, which one of you?"
"Oh! The old book stall owner gave me a call. I was curious about the content of the lower part of the book, so I called you over. What an interruption!"
"Oh! I finally found you. At about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, you go to the Diaojiaolou Station on Gongye Road, Gulou District, and I will come out to pick you up!" I heard this and thought, "This guy is always confused, ask me to be a hammer?" But he kept saying yes, hung up the phone, slept in the afternoon and was ready to go!
At three o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived at the Diaojiaolou bus station.
Seeing a fat old man lying on the ground not far away, hugging a pedestrian's leg, yelling "I hit someone!" I thought to myself, "Isn't it this old guy?" The old man was wearing a big vest. Wearing a pair of big pants and a pair of sandals. On the ground on the left, there is a free bag from the supermarket. Inside it is a thermos cup and a few books. The cyclist was obsessed with being onlookers, dropped a few red tickets, and dashed away. The old man jumped up suddenly and ran towards me! I was taken aback, turned around and ran...
Hiding in a small pavilion, I called the old man, and I saw that he answered the phone... I could only bite the bullet and go to him!
We came to a tea shop, the old man took out a cup of tea, two cups, and filled me with tea.
The old man drank tea for a while, and he spoke: "You really look like him..." Halfway through the conversation, he seemed to realize the gaffe, and quickly changed the subject: "You are very interested in the second half of this book?" I nodded. , Which means approval.
I took out the pamphlet and asked, "Master, did you write this?" The old man sighed and said, "Oh! It's all decades ago. Do you believe everything in it is true? "I don't believe it!" "I'm that Xiao Li." I thought to myself, "The novel is well written, but speaking like this is crazy!".
He didn't care about his face, and took out the portfolio from the bag: "There is a case for investigation, but I did not fabricate it. I have done some literary exaggerations at best!"
I took out my portfolio and looked at it carefully. It was a daily report from July to August 1st 40 years ago. It's good to have a case for investigation, but it's too outrageous! I cursed in my heart: "This is almost the same as using a beauty camera! It's also a literary exaggeration!"
Unexpectedly, the next sentence of the old man was even more shocking: "I know the whereabouts of your grandfather Xia Youfang!"
I was astonished. The disappearance of my grandfather is the biggest taboo of our family. This mysterious old man actually said he knew the whereabouts of my grandpa!
Under the recommendation, it's really good, it's worthy of being installed by book friends, and Android and Apple phones are supported!
My grandfather was born in 1915 and graduated from the Department of Archaeology of Peking University, under the tutelage of Mr. Li Ji. He once participated in the excavation of the skulls of Beijing people, and also participated in the excavation of the oracle bones in the Yin Ruins. Later, I heard that he died in Xinjiang, and even the bones were not found. Because of the fear of grandma's sadness, the whole family dared not mention his name. Gradually, his disappearance became a taboo in our family.
My grandpa is definitely a magical person. I heard: The old man can sniff out the age of the tomb as long as he grabs a handful of soil. You can know who is buried in the tomb by looking at the confined soil! Even the owner of Liulichang likes to stare at his eyes. As long as he looks at the antiques more, he can definitely sell them at a good price. To be honest, I don't believe this. These things are like made up in a novel! I took it seriously when I was young, and I laughed as I grew up!
Regarding his archaeological matter, this one is too professional, I am not quite clear. When I was reading "Archaeology", I also saw a textual research paper on Yinxu tombs published in his name. The master's skill in this area is recognized in China!
"Then can you tell me about the whereabouts of my grandpa?"
"No hurry, no hurry! Give this one back, you read it first. I'll tell you later!"
"Yeah! Thank you for being old, then!"
"Today is considered to be returned to the original owner!" The old man took out a thick diary. "This diary is your grandfather's work manual, and it will be returned to you!" I stretched out my hands and received it respectfully. Down. The old man quietly took out an object tightly wrapped in a plastic bag from the cloth bag, and carefully untied it. It was a piece of black stone. He gave it to me.
I took the black stone piece and looked at it. It was the size of a palm with neat edges. In the palm of your hand, it is cold and biting, a bit heavy, both sides are very smooth, and some strange runes are carved!
"This was given to me by your grandfather. I have treasured it for many years. Today's things return to their original owners!" The old man pointed to the strange symbols on the stone and said, "Young man, these runes, I have been working on these runes for half a lifetime, but I still can't understand them! "
I took the meteorite and the books and stuffed them into my backpack. On the bus, I opened the lower part of the pamphlet, and it was pale inside. I wrote a few words in blood, "Don't go my way!" I'm so disappointed, what kind of ghost book is this, it's just a fool!
I returned home, took out the meteorite again, and watched carefully with the lamp. The meteorite has a fine and smooth texture, just like a mirror. A paragraph of Sanskrit-like text was carved on the front of the meteorite, as if it were an article. On the back of the meteorite, there are densely distributed symbols like depictions and cracks. In short, with my limited knowledge, it is impossible to understand! It can be inferred from the defect of the handwriting that this is just one of the fragments.
I carefully collected the meteorites, the lights were turned off, and I was about to fall asleep when the phone rang!
Looking at the number, the old man called.
"Boy, are you okay?"
As soon as I heard him say this, my heart jumped, this old guy gave me a meteorite, does it mean to blackmail me
"Master, you gave me the meteorite, it's very good..." I emphasized that you gave me three words.
The old man hesitated to speak, and sighed. "Oh...oh! That's fine... If you have anything to do at night, remember to call me. I sleep lightly at night and can answer the phone at any time!" The old man asked again and again! I answered casually and hung up the phone.
"What can I do?"
That night, I really had something serious... (to be continued) (end of this chapter)