Yesterday, at half past six in the afternoon.

In the conference room of the archaeological site, Zhou Changhe and Zhong Sheng were interviewing interns at Yida, and Wen Xiaoman happened to be the last.

"What, you're not an archaeology major?" Zhou Changhe flipped through the information in his hand, very surprised.

Wen Xiaoman is a graduate student majoring in brewing and food engineering, and the Department of Archaeology of Yida will select a group of graduate students to go to the site of Fengli Brewing Workshop for internship before Wen Xiaoman learned.

"Our archaeology team never accepts interns who are not related to related majors. Zhou Changhe frowned.

"Team Leader Zhou, although I am a winemaking major, I am particularly interested in archaeological work, and I chose a topic related to archaeology for my graduation thesis. When the Fengli brewing site was discovered, my mentor and I conducted research here, and we have been paying attention to the progress of the excavation since then......"

"I don't think so. Zhong Sheng's cold voice suddenly sounded, and immediately interrupted Wen Xiaoman's words.

"Oh, do you have any opinion on this?" Zhou Changhe picked up the tea on the side, took a sip, and said.

"There are special regulations for archaeological excavations, can she strictly abide by them? Taking a step back, she doesn't have the relevant expertise, so it makes no sense to participate in archaeological work. Zhong Sheng looked at Zhou Changhe and said methodically.

"Teacher Zhong, I want to participate in the internship, but I just hope to get some materials for academic ......research," Wen Xiaoman retorted after hearing Zhong Sheng say this.

"Tsk. Zhong Sheng's index finger flexed slightly, and he tapped the table lightly, and his eyes moved to Wen Xiaoman's face.

It was a sight without emotion, Wen Xiaoman lowered his head slightly, and couldn't help but purse his lips.

"Your name is Wen Xiaoman, okay, listen to me. Zhong Sheng put down the information in his hand, "You have already studied in the third year of graduate school in the brewing major, and there are some things that you are more professional in than me." Then you should know that there are many winemaking sites in China, and there are even more related literature. Even if you want to study the Fengli Liquor site, you can wait for the subsequent publication of our research results, so why waste time here?

"Or is it because the Fengli brewing site is in Yizhou Province, and you are studying for graduate school at Yida." I am afraid that such a well-intentioned internship at the Fengli Brewing Site is not a gimmick imposed for the successful passage of the graduation thesis. ”

As soon as the voice fell, the audience was silent.

Zhong Sheng stood up on his own and began to collect the papers on the table. And Zhou Changhe, who was on the side, looked at Wen Xiaoman's resume, as if he was thinking about something.

Wen Xiaoman hugged his arms, lowered his head slightly, tried to steady his breathing, his hands clenched involuntarily, and his cold fingertips pierced into his palms, is this the end, go back to school? Or go to find an internship unit? A trace of unwillingness to follow the blood into the heart, with a beat, squirting out, bang, bang, bang......

Suddenly—

"It's 6:50 p.m. Wen Xiaoman's words suddenly broke the calm.

Zhong Sheng was stunned and looked up at her.

"It's more than two hours to get back to Yida by bus, and the last bus has been suspended. It's a mountainous township, and it's getting dark. Wen Xiaoman looked back at Zhong Sheng's gaze, without the slightest timidity.

Zhong Sheng suddenly found that there was no frustrated chagrin in her eyes, he squinted vigilantly, and just wanted to interrupt her words, he saw the corners of Wen Xiaoman's mouth slightly upturned, and said in a very intriguing tone:

"Do you want me to go back to school now, alone?"

Ten seconds.

Half a minute.

One minute.

Wen Xiaoman only felt that the air was stagnant, and it seemed that a storm was brewing silently.

"Are you stalling for time? I don't understand, what's the point. Zhong Sheng raised his eyebrows, his eyes a little displeased.

"Okay, Mr. Zhong, I will consider your opinion, but this is not something you and I can decide. Zhou Changhe coughed lightly and came out to play the round, "Ahem, Wen Xiaoman, right, don't worry, wait a minute, okay?" With that, Zhou Changhe knocked on the table and motioned for Zhong Sheng to go out with him.

Outside the meeting room.

Zhong Sheng leaned against the wall and watched Zhou Changhe talk on the phone.

When he hung up the phone, Zhou Changhe sighed deeply and said to Zhong Sheng: "Xiao Zhong, you are still too young to have experienced anything. It's so far away from the city, and it's not easy to walk around the mountain, Wen Xiaoman is a little girl, if she really leaves us, if something happens along the way, who can afford it?"

"So what now?" Zhong Sheng's eyes were introverted, and the meaning was unclear.

"I just called and verified with the archaeological institute, the documents and procedures are all in order, and the school also specially said hello, saying that this student has conducted research in Fengli, and the research results are very good, so I specially approved the ...... to come for internship."

Zhou Changhe pinched the bridge of his nose and continued: "Teacher Zhong, you didn't bring students with you to work this time. I'm afraid you don't have enough manpower, so all the interns who came over from Yida this time will be assigned to you. ”

Zhong Sheng straightened up and said slowly: "Take the students, I have no opinion, it's just this Wen Xiaoman ......"

"Zhong Sheng, I know what you mean, if you really don't like this student, just share some dirty work, archaeological work is tiring, not a female student in the laboratory can survive. Well, that's it. After that, Zhou Changhe waved his hand, not wanting to say more.

Now that the wood has been completed, Zhong Sheng didn't say much, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, he turned to look at Wen Xiaoman, who was still sitting quietly in the conference room, and his eyelids suddenly jumped.

Wen Xiaoman also seemed to be aware of it, and looked out the window, and when she touched Zhong Sheng's undisguised inquiring gaze, she instinctively stunned, lowered her eyelashes, and avoided his gaze.

"Just to do an internship to write a graduation thesis?" Zhong Sheng walked up to her and looked at her condescendingly.

"Well, not exactly, I'm interested in archaeology myself......"

Zhong Sheng smiled disapprehantly: "What is the topic of the paper?"

"Related to ancient wine-making technology, I heard that the ruins of many wine-making facilities have been found at the Fengli site, so I ......" Wen Xiaoman flipped through the information he brought, took out a stack and handed it to Zhong Sheng, feeling uneasy: "I have referred to the information of other wine-making sites, Sichuan Shuijing Street Winery Ruins, Jiangxi Lidu Ruins, etc., this is my opening report, you can take a look?"

Zhong Sheng hastily flipped it over and gently put it back on the table.

"It's good, since you're going to work hard to come to the internship, let's do it well. The threshold for field archaeology is not low, don't be lazy, report to the archaeological site on time at seven o'clock tomorrow. ”

"Oh, yes. He turned around and said, "You don't have to call me teacher, I am different from you in the academic field, we can't talk about preaching and receiving a job, we respect each other, you can call me Zhong Sheng." ”

Zhou Changhe sent Master Zhang out of the winery, and Wen Xiaoman followed Zhong Sheng, through the entire archaeological site, to the warehouse to collect the archaeological tools used by the interns.

At this time, there was still some time before the archaeological team began to work, and there were only a few people on the archaeological site, mostly doing some preparatory work.

Wen Xiaoman looked at the entire excavation site, and his pace couldn't help but slow down. After nearly a year of excavation, the outline of the brewery was gradually revealed, with green bricks mottled with red mud, silently telling of the prosperity of the past.

It used to be a drying hall where cooked grains were dried and fermented over the years, and there were wine cellars where the best wine was only valuable when it was opened. Separated by hundreds of years of wind and smoke, Wen Xiaoman seemed to see a wine shop in a deep alley, the front store was full of drinkers, Xiao Er sent fine wine in the shouting voice, and the workshop behind was filled with the smell of wine, dozens of men evenly sprinkled the fermented fermented wine paste on the steaming retort......

"Don't you think it's very different?" Zhong Sheng's words sounded at the right time, waking Wen Xiaoman from her thoughts, and she looked up blankly.

Zhong Sheng stood at the door, the light golden sunlight outside the door fell on him, this atmosphere was too suitable for sighing, he said lightly: "This is an archaeological site, and it is also the closest place to history." Here, you will get in touch with history infinitely close, and you will also discover it with your own hands. History is a mystery, but here there is only the truth.

"So, Wen Xiaoman, I hope you cherish it. ”

Wen Xiaoman was stunned and nodded violently.

She looked at him and suddenly felt that the archaeologist in front of her, although young, deserved respect, because he was really loving.

The warehouse of the archaeological site is a simple board room that has been erected temporarily, it looks small, and when you open it, you find that it is full of pits and grains and piles of archaeological tools, which are classified and neatly stacked. Wen Xiaoman listened to Zhong Sheng's instructions and rummaged around.

handles, brushes, knee pads, Wen Xiaoman counted them one by one: "Eh, there are not enough gloves." ”

"Huh?" Zhong Sheng put down the shovel in his hand and carefully searched the warehouse, "It seems that there is really no more." He muttered.

"It can't be helped. Zhong Sheng pursed his lower lip helplessly, "You can use this pair first." With that, he took a spare pair of gloves from the inside pocket of his jacket and handed it to her.

Wen Xiaoman took it with sincere fear, only to find that Zhong Sheng's gaze fell on her feet.

"Your pants ......," Zhong Sheng said with a little hesitation.

Wen Xiaoman took a step back and stared at her pants, she wore a pair of quick-drying pants from an outdoor brand today, and it stands to reason that there should be nothing wrong with her.

Zhong Sheng looked at her with gloves in one hand and a few brushes in the other, looking at him blankly. He sighed, squatted down, pulled his already tightened trouser legs out of his hiking boots, tightened them again, and while fixing them with his laces, he said slowly: "There is a lot of floating soil in the construction site, you must remember to wear a pair of stockings next time, and put the trouser legs in the hiking boots......"

Wen Xiaoman was stunned in an instant, and hurriedly went down to tidy up his trouser legs.

Zhong Sheng immediately got out of the way, and after seeing that she had cleaned up, he slowly straightened up and said with a little relief: "Well, this is a bit of an archaeological look." ”

With that, he picked up a few shovels and turned around to signal Wen Xiaoman to follow.

Wen Xiaoman looked at the tall and thin back, and couldn't help clenching the pair of coarse linen gloves, and his fingertips could still feel the slight warmth.

She measured the figure in her field of vision with her fingers, squinted and thought, "Well, this person seems to be not bad."