Time flies, Chu Qingqing has been dead for ten years, Jing Qin has never forgotten her, Jing Chu can't understand her father when she was a teenager, Bai Xiangxue is painful every time she falls out of love, but after a few months, she can devote herself to a new relationship with enthusiasm.

Jing Qin once commented: "Ah Xue has more courage than me. ”

This time, Bai Xiangxue was invited by him to a French winery for a vacation, and fell in love again within a month.

Jing Qin said to Jing Chu: "People are very reliable, he is my old friend for many years, a botanist, he has been doing research in the Amazon forest before, because he lived in a simple place, he has never started a family, this time he came to me to study grape cultivation with me, you and your mother told people about the soil requirements of grape vines, climate, and history as soon as you and your mother met, and I heard that it was my ex-wife, who came around the bush and asked me if I mind pursuing her." ”

He couldn't hide his smile when he said this: "In the past two days, I asked your mother to go out to pick grapes, make specimens, and show her the leaves of ancient trees that he had collected before. ”

Jing Chu couldn't help but smile when she heard this: "Yes, then she must be very happy." ”

"She's happy and happy."

"Don't tell her."

"Okay."

Jing Chu hung up the phone only to find that it was already dark outside, he sat for so long, but he didn't feel thirsty and hungry, it turned out that some people said that the walking dead were real, and the body seemed to be no longer his own, and he didn't want to take care of it anymore.

He took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and came out, he still remembered that time Yang Mianmian was drunk, and the two of them made a fortune with wine, and then he always teased her to drink a little, and when she was half drunk, he was the most well-behaved, and let her come over, his cheeks were flushed, he was soft, and only a pair of eyes were so bright.

His hand shook, and half a glass of red wine spilled out, and he still didn't realize it.

From now on, all memories are like a knife, inch by inch, digging into the heart and bones, thinking about it once and again hurts, but you can't forget it.

He couldn't remember how he had fallen asleep, maybe he was drunk, maybe he was too tired, and he woke up for a long time without knowing where he was.

The mobile phone reminded that there were many missed calls, and when he flipped through them, they were basically Cong Jun's calls, he called back, and the phone rang only once.

The cong jun's voice was cautious: "Are you awake?" ”

"Hmm." Jing Chu sat up and went to the bathroom to wash his face, seeing that his eyes were red and bloodshot, he wiped his face and cheered up, "What's the matter?" ”

"Let's come out to dinner." Cong Jun pondered for a long time, and didn't dare to persuade directly, "I'm in for a treat." ”

Jing Chu didn't want him to worry: "Okay." ”

During the meal, Cong Jun could barely see what Jing Chu had experienced, except that the wine bottles on the table were about to be unable to be placed, and he was even more worried.

I have the heart to say something, but I really can't persuade it when I think about it, who can be persuaded by someone in a few words when this kind of thing happens, there is no way.

I can only wait for the days to pass and stay up day by day.

No one can do it.

He could only accompany him to drink a glass of wine, touch a glass and take a sip, and he couldn't help but feel guilty in his heart, what kind of thing is this! I knew that I didn't open this mouth at the beginning, and the two of them stayed in Nancheng well, where would there be today.

When he was drunk, he heard Jing Chu say, "I only know what it means to be separated from life and death today." ”

There is still hope of goodbye in life, but what about death? From now on, in the vast sea of people, where will there be a second Yang Mianmian?

Cong Jun raised his head and looked at the chandelier overhead, trying not to let the tears flow, and scolded his mother viciously in his heart: The fate of Cao Nima!

Two flowers bloom, one for each.

Yang Mianmian was busy catching a plane at this time, and the plane was delayed, she was so anxious: "Why haven't you come yet, it's late, when are you going to be late, I'm in a hurry!" ”

A boy in his twenties comforted her: "Otherwise, stay for two more days, and we'll have a good discussion and discussion......" Before he finished speaking, Yang Mianmian interrupted him: "Okay, the photos are for you, and the notes are for you, I'm going back to Nancheng now, whoever stops me and I'm in a hurry!" ”

"But the professor would like to tell you more about the ruins......" the boy looked at him pitifully, "do you know what a great discovery it is?" ”

Yang Mianmian said twice: "What you see is discovery, what I see is that I almost died in the desert, the photos of the ruins I took, the wood I picked up, I gave it to you, what do you want!" ”

"But no one has ever seen this ruin except you...... Didn't you say there was still a stone stele? ”

"You'll see it when you get there, but now, I want to go home."

The boy was originally a wooden man who was immersed in archaeology, and he had the courage to talk to Yang Mianmian, but now she was so angry that she didn't dare to speak anymore.

Yang Mianmian was angry for a while and asked, "Do you have any money, lend me a hundred yuan, and I will pay you back." ”

The boy took out all the money he had and gave it to her: "Here you go." ”

Yang Mianmian took a hundred yuan: "This is fine, thank you." ”

"You're welcome."

The plane finally arrived, Yang Mianmian sighed first after boarding the plane, she was too tired to work, but she couldn't sleep yet, and she had to hold on until she got home.

Jing Chu must be waiting for her to go back, and she didn't want to delay for a minute.

The plane took off, and she saw the lights of thousands of homes in the distance, she held her head, and when she recalled the events of this month, she couldn't describe it in words.

She was suddenly buried by the sand, but fortunately she was still suffocated with her face exposed, and then she felt the sand lying beneath her moving, as if it was going to push her somewhere.

The road was very long, and she was hungry and thirsty on the way, and could not help asking, "Can you take me to the water first, I am dying of thirst." ”

Then it didn't take long for her to see the water, a very small puddle, but at this time it was enough to save her life, and there was still a cactus alive, and she couldn't care about it, so she broke it and ate it, and finally survived.

In this way, many days have passed, and the changes in the desert are inherently instantaneous, maybe the lake you meet today will be thousands of miles away tomorrow, such a strange thing Yang Mianmian has heard before, but he didn't expect to experience it himself.

She didn't know where the desert was going to send it, and she didn't know where she had been, and every day she could see the endless yellow sand.

There were no people, no lizards, scorpions, or snakes, probably deliberately shunned, sometimes sending her to the edge of a water source, and sometimes she met other travelers who had died in the desert.

One night she slept wrapped in a chair cover, and the place where she was was still changing, and she didn't care, until she woke up that morning and found herself lying on a stone tablet.

An old, indistinct voice spoke to her: "You're here...... Can you hear me? ”

She opened her eyes and looked around, only to see large patches of broken sand and stones, some of which were unrecognizable, some of which could still be seen in the shape of the city walls, and she stood up to look at the ruined ancient ruins that were particularly magnificent and breathtaking in the bright red morning sun.

"What are you?" She asked.

"I'm the ancient city of Qilou."

These two obscure words confused Yang Mianmian: "What are you?" ”

"I am a city, and Lou is my name."

"I'm sorry, I studied science, I have only heard of the ancient city of Loulan......" Yang Mianmian was a little embarrassed, she was not interested in history, and she had no research on this ancient country in the Western Regions.

The ancient city of Qilou didn't care: "Yes, I am very close to Loulan, a long time ago, people would pass by me after passing through Loulan." "Its voice was a little muffled, and sometimes it was difficult to hear what it was saying, but luckily its accent was not strange, and she could understand it.

"I can understand you, you will speak our words." Yang Mianmian still remembers those friends who can only speak dialects in the mountains, and they are really anxious.

"There were a lot of people who came here, and at that time I was under the sand, and they didn't find me, and we didn't come back until more than a decade ago, and it said that Loulan had been found," it said. ”

Yang Mianmian sighed and asked, "Does it mean the desert?" ”

"Yes...... I heard it say you can hear us, I'm dying, there's a lot I don't remember...... Actually, it doesn't matter, it's not been a long time, and I should have disappeared too...... It had something to say, but they couldn't hear it. ”

"It?"

"It's me." The stone tablet she stepped on said, "They carved me into words, that is, one day they hope that someone will know, those people are far away, but they have never come, I have been waiting for a long time, I will be discouraged, thank you for coming, I want to tell the story to someone, this is my responsibility." ”

Yang Mianmian jumped down and sat cross-legged on the sand: "You want to tell me a story?" ”

"Yes, it says you can hear me, the people who carved me want to tell the story of Lou Lou to others, we have been waiting for a long time, we can't wait any longer, and it won't be long before we all turn into sand, and no one will ever know." There was a little sadness in the voice of the stele.

"That'...... After listening to the story, can you send me back? ”

After a moment of silence, the ancient city said, "It says it will send you back to the place where you are." ”

Yang Mianmian breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay then." ”

She listened to them tell the story of seven days and seven nights, first the stone tablet told the words engraved on its body, Yang Mianmian took some photos with the last power of the mobile phone, and then the ancient city said, it experienced a lot in more detail, but its memory was already very vague, the only thing she remembered was the disappearance of Qi Lou.

Its disappearance is not fanciful either, it is a sudden plague.

"A lot of people get sick, they get infected, and then a lot of people die, and they say they have no choice but to get out of here, so before leaving, they carved me and asked me to tell people in the future that this place used to be Lou, and I hope it won't be forgotten." The stele is very simple, when it was conscious, the plague had spread, and the remaining survivors decided to abandon the city and carve the stele before leaving, proving that all this had existed.

But so much time has passed, people still remember the famous ancient city of Loulan, and cheer for its relics, but the name of Lou only exists in a few documents, thousands of years of time flies, how many generations of dynasties have changed, and now not many people remember this name.

Once upon a time, it was also brilliant and prosperous, although the original scale was inferior to Loulan, but it was still an important city on the Silk Road, and it was once also a place where people came and went, and a large number of silk tea and ivory jewelry came and went here.

It's just that even the Himalayas once sank to the bottom of the sea, and now the vicissitudes of the sea will raise dust in the East China Sea, not to mention just an ancient city in the Han Dynasty?

The ancient city sighed: "How lively it was at that time, the merchants of the East brought silk from thousands of miles, it is the most beautiful cloth I have ever seen, at that time only the lord of the city could wear it, at that time I thought it would always be like this, I would always exist...... But even Loulan is gone, let alone me? ”

The stele was sullen: "I heard it say that people still remember Loulan, but no one remembers us." ”

The ancient city smiled and comforted it: "There are so many cities and so many people who come and go in this world, and there are only a few who can be remembered by history, and many of them like us have disappeared." ”

"I want to be known, I want to be remembered, and they carved me down in the hope that someone will remember us." The stele is very stubborn, its purpose is different from the ancient city, the city exists because of people, but the Lou people have disappeared for thousands of years, and the ancient city is not obsessed with its own demise.

But the stele always remembered that it wanted more people to know about its existence.

Yang Mianmian had indescribable sadness and melancholy in her heart, she said: "If you wish, I am willing to tell others what you told me, but they will not believe it." ”

"Why?"

"People usually only believe what they see, unless I bring them here, but if that happens, it's going to be noisy and you may not be able to sleep in peace."

The stele doesn't speak, it has lived for thousands of years, but the living environment is so simple, and the heart is like a child: "I don't know ......"

For many years, it has depended on the ancient city, and the ancient city has blocked the wind and sand for it, preventing it from being weathered in the wind a little bit, and it has told many stories about Lou, which it does not know.

Gucheng said: "I think it's okay, I exist because of people, if people need me, I'm there, if they don't need me, I can disappear." ”

The word disappear probably touched the tears of the stone tablet, and it suddenly cried: "Then don't you disappear, okay?" I want to be with you, I don't want you to die, let's not die, okay, we've always been together. ”

As soon as the crying voice of the stele came out, Yang Mianmian's eyes also turned red, and she secretly wiped her tears.

After a long time, I heard the ancient city say, "Good." ”