Xie Jiuli's home is in City A, and the place is only about 60 square meters. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info because there were no people living for a while, and the furnishings in the house were covered with a thin layer of dust.

At this time, Xie Jiuli, Mo Tutu, and Wei Xiaoan gathered in front of the coffee table in the living room, one person on a bench, each facing a printer paper and a notebook left by the tomb keeper Bo Mingming in the black wooden box. Everyone has a pen in their hands, and they look like they are studying hard every day.

"Why don't you say that the university professor you are looking for doesn't translate it for us?" Xie Jiuli took the materials that the professor had printed out for them and compared them for a long time before he came up with half a page. I couldn't help but say in distress: "Just give us these pieces of paper as if looking up a dictionary, then the professor won't lie to us, I don't think he actually knows him!"

Mo Tutu rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Professor Gu is very busy all day, okay? He is an expert in ancient literature, and there are more people who want to meet him, so it would be good if he could help." ”

Wei Xiaoan also agreed: "Yes, it's okay to check the information for us ourselves, isn't it just a waste of time." ”

Even Qian Ji said: "You have always been very irritable, you can practice your temperament." ”

"......" Xie Jiuli suddenly felt that the whole world had abandoned him.

Comparing the dictionary with the general information is indeed very time-consuming. It took the four of them less than twenty pages to translate in an entire afternoon. It's all the same as doing a crossword puzzle, and no one has time to look back at what the words mean when they are put together.

At this time, Xie Jiuli felt that his neck was stiff, his body was no longer his own, and his back couldn't be straightened. So he threw the pen and paper in his hand, and said scoldingly: "No, no, no! ”

The other three were obviously a little tired, and they all put down the pen and paper in their hands at the moment. Wei Xiao'an's head turned back and forth several times, then he took off his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his sore nose. He reached out and tossed the twenty pages of the four translated papers to him. I saw him take his glasses back and say, "I'll see what is written in these first, and you guys will rest first." ”

Mo Tutu got up and poured water for everyone, then sat back and rummaged through his thin manuscript, and said with a bitter face: "There are so many strokes in this character, the ancient characters are really ugly." ”

Xie Jiuli also wrinkled his eyebrows, a rare kindness. "That's it, it's still beautiful in simplified Chinese now. ”

"There are many types of seals, and often different countries have different ways of writing. Later, after the unification of Qin, it slowly evolved into a lishu, and the characters were easy to recognize. So what you're looking at now, it's normal to be hard to recognize. Wei Xiaoan explained to Xie Jiuli while looking at the twenty pages of paper that had been translated.

When he heard this, he couldn't help but think that it was understandable that he was semi-literate. Ancient characters are so difficult to write and difficult to recognize, I don't know how normal it is! But I can't help but sigh: "It's better to write the current simplified characters."

Qian Ji glanced at him, and then said to Wei Xiaoan, "What are you writing on these twenty pages?"

Wei Xiaoan smiled helplessly and said, "Each of us took a different manuscript, and the translated text content didn't match at all. However, with only these twenty pages, the contents of the four books are obvious. ”

Xie Jiuli leaned over and asked, "What is that written?"

Wei Xiaoan raised the manuscript in his hand, and then said, "Diary." He paused and continued, "It's just a daily record. ”

"No!" Xie Jiuli had been doing crossword puzzles all the time, and he didn't even look at the content. Immediately, he snatched the manuscript from Wei Xiaoan's hand, looked back and forth, and then said dejectedly: "We have spent a long time, this thing is actually written in a diary?!"

He pondered: "Bo Ming Ming stays alone in the thatched hut all year round, and even if he has something to leave, it will not take more than three days. Usually, there is nothing else to do except drink and write in large letters. It's not surprising that this daily leisure keeps track of trivial matters. ”

Xie Jiuli stood up, stretched his waist, shook his head at the three of them, and said, "Since it's a diary, what's so good, forget it! Let's respect people's privacy." Don't work in vain!"

Mo Tutu, like Xie Jiuli, was the most disgusted with this kind of chewing words, she couldn't even read a book on weekdays, and her patience was almost exhausted in such a half a day. As soon as she heard Xie Jiuli say that she wouldn't watch it, she also stood up and said to Xie Jiuli excitedly: "Is there anything interesting in your house?"

Xie Jiuli looked at her and said, "There is a game console with a controller, can you play?"

Mo Tutu's eyes lit up, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, okay!"

"......" Qian Qian and Wei Xiaoan looked at the two people who were swept into the bedroom like the wind, glanced at each other, and showed helpless expressions at the same time.

Wei Xiao'an pushed the glasses that had slipped down, and said to Qianxi: "Do you still want to read it?" I think Xie Jiuli is right, other people's diaries should be just trivial matters, even if they are all translated, it is not interesting. ”

As always, he played his character traits of being serious and serious no matter when and where, and shook his head at Wei Xiaoan and said, "You go play, I want to see it." ”

Wei Xiaoan shrugged, listened to the noisy voices of Xie Jiuli and Mo Tutu in the bedroom, rubbed his forehead and said, "Forget it, I'll still accompany you." ”

Here, Wei Xiaoan and Qian Ji were translating the four diaries while chatting one by one. Xie Jiuli and Mo Tutu were playing happily in the bedroom, but Xie Jiuli looked at the door from time to time, pricking up his ears to listen to what they were saying.

Seeing him like this, Mo Tutu quipped: "I don't have this patience, and I'm curious like a cat." Either go out and translate with them, or have fun. What does this look like? ”

Xie Jiuli pursed his lips and said dissatisfiedly: "I'm curious, what's wrong? Shouldn't I be curious about what my seniors do on weekdays?" He was really curious, but he really didn't want to read a word.

Mo Tutu put down the handle in his hand and said with a smile: "What else can the grave keeper do in a day? What else can he do besides fighting with those fierce demon beasts? Maybe this Bo Ming is recording how many times he has won in his life!" Mo Tutu paused, and then magically took out a lollipop from his pocket, opened the candy paper and threw it into his mouth, and then smashed his mouth and continued: "Maybe, he is just for you juniors to show off his great achievements back then!"

Xie Jiuli smiled and said, "You have a very prejudiced opinion of the grave keeper." ”

Mo Tutu glanced at him and said quickly: "It's not that I have prejudices, it's that all demon beasts have prejudices against them." You'll find out later. ”

Xie Jiuli twitched the corners of his mouth, and said in his heart that the path of this tomb keeper really can't go farther and farther, and it is getting more and more dangerous. When he was about to say something, he heard the sly call out to him outside.

"Xie Jiuli, come and see!"