Zhou Qiang shuddered at the sight of Tian Miao, and hurriedly turned his head, no longer meeting Tian Miao's eyes.
Que Qiu came from behind and said, "Now that you have reached your destination, I will not disturb you. Except that I will inform you in time if there is any danger, you don't need to pay attention to where I am. If there is a problem, just call me on the walkie-talkie."
Seeing that Que Qiu was about to leave, Professor Wu hurriedly said, "Guide, you also know that although we have indeed arrived here, there are many things that depend on your experience, so don't be so detached, we are together, and everyone has a good time. A care, isn't it?"
Que Qiu seemed to think for a moment, and then said lightly, "Yes, but you have to pay more."
Professor Wu hurriedly nodded and said, "Don't worry, I won't treat you badly!"
Que Qiu carried his bag, did not speak, and followed behind the crowd.
The team gradually approached the central area from the residential area of the imperial city. It can be clearly felt that the closer you are, the more obvious the class differentiation on the ruins. For example, most residential areas are Tuwa Tuwa, and the colors are mostly monotonous. Most of the houses are made of stone bricks, and the colors are gradually enriched.
Going up one step, the view is more open. There are also no buildings here, but it is obvious that there is a main road here. It is very wide. Looking forward, it is a very large platform. Everyone remembers that it seems to be on a mural. The square you see, because it looks like this, standing on that platform, will be about the same height as the minaret behind, so it is almost the same as the ceremony on the mural.
It was getting late, Que Qiu asked everyone to rest on the platform for a night, and continue tomorrow. The day's running is already very tiring, and you need to quickly recover your strength.
Everyone nodded in agreement, the tents were set up, and the dinners were gathered to gather supplies.
The bonfire gradually lit up, everyone had dinner, and in the old days they usually gathered around the bonfire to talk.
Professor Wu was always excited that he could see this ancient city with his own eyes.
Cheng Luo and Zhou Qiang both listened and took notes to prepare for the graduation thesis.
The symposium did not end until ten o'clock in the evening. Everyone went back to the tent, and the surroundings gradually became quiet. Occasionally a snoring or two broke the silence.
Zhou Qiang, who was vigilant, sat beside the bonfire, propped his head, and did not speak. His eyes seemed to penetrate the dark night, and he looked around the entire ancient city again on this raised platform.
The night was cold as water, and the surroundings were silent.
Quiet is scary.
Cheng Luo's sleeping bag leaned tightly against Tian Miao's sleeping bag, and slept soundly. She was really tired today.
The wind was blowing lightly. And laughter.
Where did the laughter come from
Cheng Luo opened her eyes and was stunned.
In front of you is the prosperous imperial capital of a thousand years ago.
On the broad stone road, people come and go.
The looks of the pedestrians are all exotic and beautiful, and their clothes are also very special. Some had a jar on their head that apparently contained clean water. Others walked forward with a basket of fruits on their heads.
Vendors on the side of the road shouted, some were selling kebabs, some were selling bags, and some were buying fruit and milk tea.
Is this the Imperial Capital of Yrel a thousand years ago
Such beauty, such prosperity.
(End of this chapter)