With a buzz, I received a text message on my phone.

I took out my phone and saw that the text message was sent by Meng Qiao: "When will you come back?" Have you eaten or not? ”

It was seven o'clock in the evening, and it was usually the time we had dinner together in the little antique shop. Today, I was pressed by the tank gang step by step, and I actually forgot that Meng Qiao was still waiting for me.

I texted her back: "Eat out, you eat first, I'll have to delay for a few hours." ”

From youth to youth, for a long time, Meng Qiao and I have been dependent on each other, living tenaciously like weeds. She and I are convinced that if one day we need to go to the trouble for each other, we will never hesitate or frown.

"Okay." Meng Qiao replied with a word.

I sighed, men should get married, women should get married, we all know this very well, this is the inevitable outcome of life growth. It's a pity that although we are very close, we will always be just sisters and brothers, and it is impossible to ignite the fire of love between men and women. In other words, our friendship is transgender, like a brother and a best friend in life and death.

"If you have experienced such a tragic thing, do you also want to find a turtle shell to cover yourself up, bury your head in it, and never show your true face again? If there happens to be a place where no one knows you, and you can forget the past and start over like a blank sheet of paper, is that a good place for you? Ming Shuisleeve spoke again.

This time, although she still didn't look at me, she meant to ask me.

I nodded: "Well, that's right, in fact, everyone wants to be able to look back on their unbearable past like a notebook, turn over a page full of words, and start over on another blank piece of paper." However, everyone thinks this way, but not everyone has the opportunity. ”

When I arrived in Dunhuang, I once thought that I could rewrite my life like a blank sheet of paper, but thoughts, news, information, and the Internet are everywhere, even if I don't want to pay attention to the situation on Hong Kong Island, I always inadvertently see the place that nourished me in the first half of my life.

"I seem to have found a way, to be born into the world, but it is just an empty space between turning around, not much more difficult than turning a new page." Ming Shuisleeve said.

I thought about it for a while, and asked lightly: "In that case, can Miss Ming teach me to let me forget the bad memories of the past and only leave the beautiful things now?" ”

The hollow light in Ming Shui's eyes gradually faded, and all that was left was deep sorrow.

"Those who know me say I am worried, and those who don't know me say I am worried. Who is this? "For a long time, she answered me in an old language.

"Miss Ming, what is the world like in the mural?" I couldn't help but ask.

After nearly 1,000 days in Cave 112 of Mogao Grottoes, I am confident that I have a very detailed understanding of the rebound pipa diagram.

If someone can live in it, then what can she hide?

"Ordinary alleys, ordinary people, that's all." Ming Suisleeve replied.

I couldn't help but shake my head: "Miss Ming, but where did those strangers come from?" There are only dancers and musicians in the mural, don't she and them exist? ”

Ming Shuisleeve sneered, his eyes fixed on my face, looked at it for a while, and then moved away. Her indifferent attitude is tantamount to expressing "I don't want to play the piano to the cow anymore".

I was a little annoyed, but I didn't think I was asking a question that was out of line.

"Could it be that the mural world is fundamentally different from what we see?" I asked again.

In all fairness, I wanted to know too much about what was hidden behind the bouncing lute diagram, because it had become my biggest demon, so as soon as I met people and clues related to the diagram, I couldn't help but follow them.

In my opinion, the "mural world" depends on the "mural", and if the "mural" is destroyed, the world will disappear. Then, it is precisely because of the appearance of the "mural" that the world behind it is constructed, and the two should be two-in-one and closely integrated.

In this sense, Ming Shuisleeve claims to enter the painting, and he must be living with the dancers who bounce the pipa and the musicians who are engaged in playing, and it is impossible to go infinitely deeper.

These questions are so obscure that I can't get them into words, so I can only ask them in general terms, and I don't get to the point at all.

"Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and I don't know where." Ming Shuisleeve raised his hand and drew a large circle in mid-air.

I was speechless because I found that even Mingshuisleeve himself could not explain what he had been through.

Just imagine, if I experienced those things that Mingshui sleeve encountered, could I clearly tell it to another person? Just like an astronaut who travels to the moon and the universe, can he tell a primitive man about the wonders of the extraterrestrial world?

I can think that what happened to Ming Shuisleeve is incredible, and she can't even tell others in proper words, after all, she is the princess of the dead country, and she is too far from the logical thinking of modern people.

"Okay, I see." I nodded, asking no more.

"You understand? Got what? Ming Shuisleeve asked rhetorically.

"If you want to solve your problem, you have to blow up the Mogao Grottoes, dig the Mingsha Mountain upside down, sift every square of sand finely, and then maybe you can find what you want." I replied.

It's a joke and a rhetoric, but what else can you say at this moment?

Ming Shuisleeve shook his head silently, sneered silently, and looked out the window again.

"What are you talking about? I just heard that the Mogao Grottoes are going to be blown open, don't I? That's too violent, and it's not my civilized human doing. Gu Tingcheng finished the phone call and returned to the living room with a smile.

She saw that the atmosphere was not right, and deliberately told jokes to round the scene.

I'm not a rat-bellied person, and after I finished speaking, my anger disappeared, and I immediately asked the question I was most concerned about: "Is there any bone scan data?" Did your friend ever say if the bone scan results were abnormal? ”

Gu Tingcheng's expression was very relaxed: "Five minutes later, the information was transmitted to my mailbox through the Internet encrypted email. My friend said, "There's nothing out of the ordinary—"

I blurted out, "No anomaly is the biggest anomaly!" ”

The meaning of this sentence is that the right arm of the princess of the dead country has been cut off by a sword, and even if she meets a famous doctor to connect and suture her during the escape, it will leave obvious bone severance points, which are very obvious under the radiograph. If Miss Ming's right arm bone is not abnormal, then her identity is abnormal; If Miss Ming's arm bone was indeed broken, where did this right arm come from?

The biggest problem now is that the appearance of Miss Ming is the biggest strange thing, and the more you dig into it, the more strange things are cascading and endless.

In this case, we can relax and wait slowly, and as soon as the information arrives, the truth can be revealed to the world. However, my look at Allure did not seem to be relaxed, but added a touch of sadness.

"Your powerful friend is willing to give everything for Miss Ming, and General Wu Sangui, who was angry for Chen Yuanyuan back then, really has a fight!" I laughed and digressed.

The atmosphere in the room was too dreary, and my intention was the same as Gu Chengcheng just now, to dispel this oppressive feeling.

"For a beautiful woman, being angry at the crown is the best compliment. From ancient times to the present, apart from Bao Xi and Chen Yuanyuan, what other woman is worthy of a man to start a war for her? Therefore, I have always believed that General Wu Sangui is a man of temperament, not a thief who 'treason for a woman' in the history books. Gu Tingcheng said.

Ming Shuisleeve stood up suddenly, his face full of displeasure.

Gu Qingcheng suddenly woke up and knew that he had said the wrong thing.

Wu Sangui was a veteran general of the Ming Dynasty and was once deeply relied on by Emperor Chongzhen. Before and after the destruction of Beijing, Wu Sangui held heavy troops, if he could go to King Qin in Beijing in time, he might be able to rely on tens of thousands of elite soldiers to eliminate Li Chuangwang's righteous army outside the city, and correct the Ming regime again. Unfortunately, at that time, he deliberately remained neutral, neither escorting nor confronting the rebels, and became a force that stood firm and supported the army in the war, and also became the object of many forces such as the Ming Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty, the Righteous Army, and Taiwan.

Ming Shuisleeve designated Wu Sangui as the culprit of the country's ruin, and at this moment, Gu Qingcheng publicly praised the latter, of course she couldn't listen to it.

"What is there to praise about an ignorant martial artist, a traitor to the enemy, a traitor seeking glory, and a prostitute who values the glory of his family and country more than the glory of his family?" Ming Shuisleeve refuted angrily.

Gu Qingcheng grimaced at me, and then bowed his head and said nothing.

"If I didn't have Li Zhicheng, Zhang Rui Xianzhong and Wu Sangui, who are wolf ambitions and backbones like Wu Sangui, how could they fall apart in just a few years? Alas, through the ages, the wind is always blown away by the rain and wind - giving birth to a son should be like Sun Zhongmou......" Ming Shuisleeve whispered to himself in self-pity, and then drifted into the bedroom, and closed the door with his hand, and there was no sound.

Gu Qingcheng shook his head and whispered in annoyance: "Hey, how can you say the wrong thing? What a failure. Originally, I reminded myself all the time not to poke at the sore spot of the old minister who died in Ming, this time, I am afraid that Miss Ming's mood will not be able to recover for several days. ”

I'm also a little embarrassed because I raised the topic in the first place.

"I'm sorry, but so am I-"

Gu Tingcheng raised his hand, made a "pause" gesture, and shook his head with a smile: "Let's not blame ourselves too much, in this matter, everyone is learning to adapt, we have to adapt to Miss Ming, and Miss Ming has to adapt to this colorful, united and harmonious new China." Now, there is no emperor and princess, there is no Three Principles and Five Constants, only a socialist country like the People's Republic of China, where everyone has freedom of speech, and will never still have three big mountains on their heads. Waking up from a dream earlier is a good thing for Miss Ming. I sometimes wonder if my friend was so fond of Miss Ming that she had the illusion that she could still live in the majestic Ming regime. Mr. Long, it's me who should say I'm sorry, but since we all started to cooperate, we don't need to always be false, but we should be open and honest with each other. You tell me? ”

I nodded and smiled: "I don't dare to ask for it." ”

Too much politeness restricts the enthusiasm for cooperation, and it is impossible to reach the realm of being clear and penetrating at one point. As early as in the orphanage, I knew the truth that "a lonely tree does not make a forest, and a single filament does not form a thread", so I found a good friend like Meng Qiao, supported each other, and challenged the sinister life together.

Because of the episode of Mingshui's sleeves brushing away, Gu Tingcheng and I didn't have the heart to enjoy the food, just waiting for the bone scan data from Hong Kong Island.