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Therefore, if you can't find those, from now on, the master's life will only be left to roll down from the top of the mountain yesterday twice.

Thinking of this, how dare the master slack off, and he was so busy that he turned around and climbed down the top of the boulder. But at this moment, he suddenly seemed to see something unbelievable!

Something unbelievable? Yes, this strange thing is nothing but the flat, smooth mesa of the top of this boulder -- as if there was a painting!

Alas, it's a novelty. There's a painting on the top of this boulder, what painting, how did it come here, who painted it?......

But at the time, it seemed that there was no one to answer these questions for him, so he didn't need to think about it so much. He just wanted to figure out one question, and that was why he hadn't found the painting last night. Actually, the question is very simple, when the master climbed to the top of this boulder yesterday, it was already dark, and he was very frightened and anxious at that time, so it is natural that he did not find this painting......

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When the master saw this painting, he immediately felt a little spirited, and how he subconsciously hoped that this painting would be the road map of this valley. In fact, whenever he saw something left by humans, whatever it was, he would be excited. Because it would at least prove that people had been here before him.

Since someone has been here, it means that this valley is not completely closed, there must be entrances and exits!

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that this man, like him, had come here after rolling a hundred and twenty miles from the top of the mountain, and had died in the corner of the valley at dusk or earlier the next day, and his body had been donated to the wolf......

But now, the master can't think like this, he can only imagine the good, he can only hope that the painter is humming a little song and walking around, and at this time he is just after the night in a roadside shop, and he is carrying his pants and preparing to hum a little song and leave......

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Hearing this, Ye Qiu thought to himself, hey, this idea is really good, it really has a sense of meaning, and the picture sense is quite strong.

However, anyone in this situation under the master's current situation will also take any wind and grass as a life-saving straw to grasp tightly.

It's a good saying, stand at the North Pole and see that everywhere is south, because it's already north. In the same way, in the current situation of the master, everything can only be thought of for the good, because he has already carried it home.

Therefore, don't criticize the master's luck at that time, after all, there were only two trips left in his life at that time......

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The master went on to say that when he saw the painting on the top of the boulder, he broke out in a cold sweat, and he couldn't tell why. He didn't have time to think about it, so he leaned down and studied the painting carefully.

He studied carefully for a long time, and finally saw some eyebrows. That is, the painting in front of me is not a painting at all!

Rather, it was a text carved with a knife or other sharp weapon! What made him feel unbelievable was that the letterer did not know what was wrong, and he actually did not engrave the characters by line or column, but used words to form a diamond shape one by one! And these diamond shapes of different sizes, some of which were connected from end to end, and some of which were connected from side to side, overlapped, and intertwined and disorderly, were actually connected together to form a large diamond shape five meters square! If you don't look closely, you really think that this is a three-dimensional painting. Hey, talent! Actually using words to compose such a painting, this artistic realm, what a thing!

That's right, the master watched it for a long time, and he didn't see what this person wanted to write or express, because he didn't know where to start with this word, and he didn't know which one should be with which one.

Since he couldn't see the Tao, the master tried to guess, and he wanted to guess the general meaning of these words. According to past experience, the words left by tourists on the stones in the scenic spot or suburbs are nothing more than - Zhang San came here for a visit, or Li Si I love you for a lifetime, and then Wang Er Mazi died in the whole family......

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can guess and guess, these words in front of me are obviously not in line with the master's previous experience, there are at least thousands of words engraved here, and it can't be engraved more than a hundred times Wang Er Mazi died in the whole family, so how big a hatred is it. So the master thought to himself, "Oh my God!" Who is this? Which grandson did this? Is there any culture? Do you understand the rules? You carve the words into such a pile in such a mess, reading them horizontally, vertically, diagonally, who the can know what you want to put in the Spring Festival......?

Indeed, the master had expected that the map of the valley was drawn on this platform, but he never thought that it was not a map, but a text. Of course, it would be nice if you could find some clues in the text. But this text is not written according to convention or even common sense, and it is impossible to find any clues or any clues from it, which is difficult to do......

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Speaking of this, the master was still scolding and scolding, and drank it all with his glass. Then he said: "Damn it, that person is really not a thing, he deliberately carved the book of heaven that no one can understand, he doesn't want people to get out of that hellish place! Don't let me see him, otherwise, I will have to kill him with my own hands...... After speaking, he drank another glass of wine, and then glared at his eyes and panted viciously...... It seems that he had taken the man who carved the inscription as his father's killer.

When everyone heard this, they were also angry, and they all said that the person who engraved the words was not, as if the story told by the master was real.

Only Lao Wang smiled and did not speak.

Because there is one thing that only he knows in this room. Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just a little bit about the master's cultural level. Lao Wang and the master have known each other for decades, and they used to be colleagues in the same workshop. If you want to ask him who the master's first love was, Lao Wang really doesn't necessarily know. But as for the fact that the master was illiterate, he still knew about it for a long time.

Therefore, if you listen to him fart, even if you give him a primary school Chinese textbook, it is also a book of heaven for him.

Lao Wang remembered that when the factory first announced that he and the master were laid off from ordinary workers who were older and uneducated, the master felt uncomfortable and drank too much. A man lay on the table and cried bitterly, and said that he regretted it. At that time, the old king wondered, thinking that he had any regrets, could it be that the big fat girl of the factory director's family had taken a fancy to him, he didn't agree, and now he regrets it......