When I came to the parking lot after leaving the scenic spot, I saw an old woman on the side of the road who placed a bunch of stone models of terracotta warriors and horses for sale, saying that they were all real clay firing. Wang Wenhua is very interested in clay fired handicrafts.

But he wasn't sure if the old woman's terracotta model was really made of clay. He felt that the chairman of the ocean seemed to be knowledgeable, so he asked him if it was true? The Ocean Chair said it could be. The color is right, and the price is okay, but I'm not sure.

Don't look at me as the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles here, I really don't know anything about this. Seeing that Wang Wenhua was sincere in wanting to buy, he helped Wang Wenhua bargain with the advantages of the locals, and finally agreed on the price of a set of 100 yuan.

The grandmother who sold the terracotta warrior model looked very reluctant and said to Wang Wenhua, "A hundred yuan is too cheap, you are simply bullying the old man." Seeing that the old grandmother refused, the chairman of the ocean used the local dialect to negotiate with her, and finally reluctantly made a deal.

At this moment, a little boy ran towards the old grandmother, and when he ran, he staggered on both legs, and he was about to fall down many times. Wang Wenhua noticed that he had a rare big head, and the top of his head was very prominent, like an enlarged jujube pit.

So he asked the grandmother, "Who are you?" "The grandmother said it was her little grandson. Wang Wenhua touched his head with his hand, and then asked the little boy, "Is there water in your head?" The old woman was surprised and asked, "How do you know?" ”

The chairman of the ocean smiled and said to the old grandmother: "He is a fortune teller." "If the grandmother saw the savior, she said that the mother of the little grandson had a difficult birth when she gave birth to him, and her head was caught in the bone cracks, and she was born like this, can she still be saved?

Wang Wenhua thought for a while and said, "Your grandson has a catastrophe in his life, which was created by your generation. You take him to the hospital quickly, open his skull and release the water, it will be difficult to get it any later. ”

With that, hurry away. The chairman of the ocean said: "Dude, your mouth is too bad, isn't it a fortune teller?" ”

Nowadays, the Federation of Literary and Art Circles has nothing to do, and people generally use fortune-telling games to pass the time, and some people even go to the society to generate income.

But Wang Wenhua only knows the principles of the four pillars and gossip, and is not good at fortune telling. Unexpectedly, his words made people feel like a fortune teller.

Walking to the side of the car, Chairman Ocean politely asked Wang Wenhua: "Where else do you want to see?" Can we go back to Xi'an? At this time, Wang Wenhua suddenly remembered that in addition to the terracotta warriors and horses, the tourist attractions in Xi'an City also have the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang! Since the Terracotta Warriors and Horses are part of the Imperial Mausoleum, it is not too far from here.

Without thinking, he said to Chairman Haiyang, "Can you go to the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang?" "The Ocean Chairman hears this. I was so anxious that I almost jumped up and said, "It's a few miles from here to the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang." ”

Wang Wenhua disagreed, and said: "If you don't come to the Terracotta Warriors and Horses and don't go to the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, isn't it considered to be in vain?" Chairman Haiyang nodded, thought for a long time, and said to Wang Wenhua,

"We will take you to see the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, but after reading it, you must go back to Xi'an, otherwise, General Manager Wenfeng should have misunderstood. Wang Wenhua asked curiously, "What's the misunderstanding here?" "The chairman of the ocean blushed and said,

"She thought you were her guest. We are not allowed to steal her drama at the reception! Wang Wenhua smiled and said, "Isn't it over if I explain to her on the phone?" Chairman Ocean hurriedly waved his hand and said,

"No, let's just go, anyway, you are also the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and we have the responsibility to receive you." With that, all three of them got into the car.

On the way, Wang Wenhua had nothing to do, so he took out the terracotta warriors and horses model to look at, and felt that if these unearthed cultural relics were placed on the bookshelf in the office, would it be a bit interesting?

The car passed through a large open field. The moment the car ran over the open field, Chairman Ocean said: It's here!

"What? Arrived? Wang Wenhua didn't seem to believe it. I remember the last time I came to see the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, there was an endless wheat field on the side of the road. The hill in the distance is the mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang.

He remembered that on the side of the road at that time, there was a brick-made monument-like wall, on which were written four large characters elegantly: Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang. But now, there are big sleek rocks on both sides. Those wheat fields and mountain bags were gone all of a sudden.

Seeing Wang Wenhua have such questions, Chairman Ocean laughed and said, "When was the last time you were there?" Wang Wenhua thought about it and said, "89 years." ”

Chairman Haiying hurriedly told him: "That's the old imperial calendar." After so many years, the municipal government has long been renovated in order to build a tourist city. ”

"It seems that tourism should also be done as soon as possible, otherwise, the antique scene will be transformed." Wang Wenhua couldn't help sighing.

"It's not as antique, but it's convenient for tourists." "In the past, when we came here for sightseeing, we had to walk for half a day to reach the top of the mausoleum, and we had to sweat when we climbed the mountain, but now, we can go up in a few steps," explained Chairman Haiying. ”

When Wang Wenhua saw her say this, he asked: "Wouldn't it be disrespectful if all the tourists climbed to the top of the mausoleum?" ”

"Hehe, people come to see the mausoleum just to borrow his domineering. What's the point if you don't let everyone step on top of his head? Let's go, let's go up! ”

Haiying took Wang Wenhua along the repaired cement road, and walked to the top of the mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang in a few steps, the so-called top is no longer the majestic mountain in the past, but a platform. It's like a boxing ring.

The sky has darkened, tourists are scarce, and people's hearts are purified. On the platform of Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum, the mountains and rivers and villages in front of him are dark, and the whole picture seems to be asleep, so quiet that even the heartbeat can be heard.

Wang Wenhua stood on the platform and didn't move anymore, because this magical silence made him feel guilty. How long has it been since there has been such a feeling of quietness? Since filming this film, he seems to have been so busy that he doesn't even want to stop.

Suddenly gave you this kind of quiet, even the wind didn't blow, only the cars on the nearby road drove by in a low-key manner, occasionally spraying blazing lights, Wang Wenhua and Chairman Haiyang and Haiying didn't speak, everyone knew that this silence could not be destroyed.

At the end of the mausoleum is a distant mountain, and there is a moon embedded in the clouds in the night, and several families can be seen at the bottom of the mountain with lights on waiting for them to admire. Later, Wang Wenhua asked Chairman Haiyang, "Who lives there?" ”

"Local residents. Wang Wenhua thought that their family lived here, enjoying this tranquility all year round, living a life of watching the ancient tombs, sunset and sunrise, carefree.

Maybe they don't dream that he and the ocean have a certain anxiety about living in the officialdom of the city, gaining power today, losing power tomorrow, or being demoted, or entangled in power, territory, and votes.

The wind blew the clouds in the sky as if they were washed away. Wang Wenhua stood on the platform, listening to the sound of the wind, squeezing away the quick success and quick profit in his mind little by little. The wind ruffled his hair, as if to replenish the space in his head.