"Who are you?" Tang Wen was a little big, thinking to himself that he had just failed to bluff these two people, what did they figure out. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, as soon as they spoke, he knew he had guessed wrong.

"Master!" the two men bowed their heads respectfully, and the leader of the two took something out of his leather jacket and handed it up with both hands.

Tang Wen held back the surprise in his heart and took it in his hand.

The two of them didn't entangle, gave a salute, bowed their heads and went straight to the car and left. Leaving Tang Wen alone in the same place is inexplicable. Is this in a hurry to deliver something?

He pinched a few fingers, and the layer of kraft paper on the outside should be chewy, and the things inside felt hard and hard.

Seeing the two drive the pickup truck away, Tang Wen turned around and walked back to the room. Unwrap the kraft paper on the table. He was a little surprised by what was inside—an earthy yellow notebook.

It seemed that although the preservation was complete, he could still feel it by touching the rough yellow paper cover on the surface with the back of his hand. This thing is very old, not to mention anything else, and the unaesthetic appearance of this small book is obviously still stuck in the last century.

The bottom half of the notebook seems to have been blistered.,After drying it again, the book will inevitably appear wavy-shaped folds.。

Tang Wen opened a page, and his face showed a hint of strangeness: This book was actually written in Japanese. On the particularly dry and wrinkled paper, the handwriting was soaked in blue ink due to moisture and moisture, and many words were already unreadable.

Picking up the notebook, he found that there was a blank piece of paper under the notebook. The crooked Chinese characters on the top give people the feeling that a primary school student has just learned to write, trying to write well, but the pen in his hand does not listen to the call no matter what.

The approximate meaning of the more than 100 words on this white paper is that the two people thanked the master for the enlightenment, and this book was accidentally received when they went to various places to find purebred dogs. The man who had been taught by the divine dog felt that there must be a secret in this, and they decided to sacrifice it to Guru Yunyun...

Tang Wen thought about it for a while, and it made sense logically. People who open dog farms do need to run around, and some of the mastiff dogs in many mountain cols in China have a very good bloodline. Coupled with the advantages of crossbreeding, the first generation of puppies that are often bred and born are in great condition.

After learning Japanese, he only used it for a few days when he went to Japan. Now it's time to take it out and recognize the Japanese language.

It's a pity that the handwriting is really vague, and Tang Wen can only vaguely speculate that this is a diary after reading the first three pages word by word.

Because the subject of the sentence in it almost begins with 'I', and the date is vaguely visible on the top line of each page.

Flipping down two more pages, he finally set the date for writing, and then his face turned very ugly. The date is a Japanese chronology, the eighteenth year of Showa, the first flower month.

Tang Wen searched the Internet, and the network in the hotel was very weak, and it took a few minutes to find out this information. These two words express February 1943.

There is no doubt that the owner of this book was a little devil in China at that time!

Tang Wen immediately wanted to throw it away, or simply burn it, but he flipped it back roughly but suddenly saw a word that was quite clear, and immediately dispelled this idea: silver!

Now he came to his senses, and after reading this sentence carefully, he felt that this thing might not be as simple as a Japanese soldier's diary. Or that this Japanese soldier is not an ordinary devil, at least he should have some identity.

There was some handwriting in the middle and back of the diary, and Tang Wen looked at it for a while and found that the way this diary was written was not a daily ledger. Its dates are jumping.

Because the date is repeated over and over that is those words, it is roughly deduced that the span of this diary should be from 1943 to 1945.

The middle dozen pages of intermittent sentences that can be seen are connected, and what can be known is that the base where this devil soldier is located is codenamed Cangshan. In the early stage, it is responsible for material convergence, and in the later stage, it is responsible for material transfer. The place seems to be very remote. This point was deduced by Tang Wen.

The diary was still very excited when it was mentioned at the beginning, and there was a sense of arrogance among the islanders of a small country. But after a few months, the only thing left to mention silver was boredom and impatience. The meaning of complaining is very heavy, saying that no matter how much money there is, what is the use, and I will be called to do manual work now... The last sentence of this paragraph is a bit shocking, he has only seen the sun once in four months!

The rest of the handwriting was too blurry to be distinguishable, and in the later stages, the person's handwriting began to be scribbled. After flipping through and looking at it for two hours, Tang Wen also found an underlined word, but he couldn't see what it was written either. He subconsciously felt that it should be very important, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"What are you studying?" Zhuang Si woke up, walked to the table and glanced at it, his voice was a little more surprised: "Damn! It's still Japanese! Is it a handwritten original indoor love action script?"

"you!" Tang Wen glanced at him with a smile: "I haven't read this book for at least a few decades! Where did I get the indoor ***** back then?

"That may be the Japanese Xiao Liu Bei!Otherwise, you can read it so seriously..."He yawned, pulled the hotel slippers and walked to the bathroom, and when he arrived at the door, he turned around and smiled evilly: "I don't believe you can understand Japanese, you can probably understand a few words!"

Dinner was not eaten until more than nine o'clock in the evening, and the taste of the restaurant was average, only the yogurt cake tasted very good, which was a surprise. Tang Wen kept wandering while eating. I don't know why, the underlined word in the notebook always lingers in his head...

"What do you want?" Zhou Xiaoyu shook his finger twice in front of him.

"Well, it's nothing, is tomorrow's itinerary arranged?"

Zhou Xiaoyu looked at him suspiciously: "Well, it's been discussed a long time ago..."

The plateau has not had a single heavy snowfall this year, and the roads leading to various places are clear. There are quite a few places to go.

In the morning, on the way to Sa Cheng, the cattle and sheep were eating the grass that had long since dried up on the grassland, and the scenery was a little monotonous.

Sa City is also called Sunshine City, the sun that has just risen is already very warm, the ultraviolet rays are very strong, several girls in the car to add a layer of sunscreen, before getting off the car with confidence.

"This is the Potala Palace?!" A few people walked along the road to the square, startling a flock of white pigeons. The pigeons circled in the sky and flew straight to the palace.

The main building of the palace is red and darker in color, and the walls and corridors that arch the main building on both sides and below are pure white. When the sun shines past, it is not very smooth, but it is more brilliant and solemn.

"Do you still need to queue up in winter?" Zhuang Si shook his head as he looked at the queue of dozens of meters.

Xiao Lin smiled: "Be content! We came early, we will be able to enter soon, if we come in summer, we have to make an appointment two days in advance!"

Tang Wen took out his wallet and asked about the price of the ticket.

"Well, a hundred in winter. She pointed to the pilgrims and said, "If there weren't too many of us, we would have been able to blend in with the pilgrims." I've done this once, and it's funny. ”

The Cloth Palace is divided into the White House and the Red House. Tourists enter from the White House and exit from the Red House. There is no need to mention all kinds of Tibetan treasures, Buddhist books and scriptures.

The palace is on a high mountain, and Tang Wen's favorite thing is its open view. Looking down from above, you can see the downtown area of Sacheng, and the red, white, yellow and black buildings are particularly strong and vivid under the blue sky......