Pen and ink stain the white paper.

Written in unknown characters.

Han Yugu recorded all the words in the book, wrote carefully, and carefully depicted every arc.

Su Bairan looked at the slight memory around him, but he always felt that this painting was a little familiar.

There is no way to classify these scripts into any one language family.

It is very strange that at least as a written record, it should also be classified as a major class of language families, which will probably have the same characteristics, and there will be some similar glyphs in the expression of the text, which is the minimum thing.

How these quirky shapes, by themselves simply have no way, to relate to any of the same type.

Su Bairan knew that he was not a smart person, and he didn't have much knowledge, but such a distorted shape was really not suitable, as a text, it was even difficult to record, without any rules, compared with each other, it was more like some wonderful patterns, but it had no meaning, and it could only be identified as words.

Could it really be that it was circulated among small tribes, and it has long since disappeared with the times, and temporarily exists as a locale?

If this is not right, then if he learns to speak this text, then communicate with the people around him, and there is one person from the small tribe who learns this, then at least this text is in circulation.

Su Bairan tilted his head, perhaps there was still a certain gap between the world he was in now and what he originally knew.

Maybe that's the reason, after all, I'm not a local, and there are indeed some differences that I can't notice.

Su Bairan nodded, classifying this as a natural phenomenon.

She is indeed not a smart person, but she is still quite happy to coax herself.

The cold jade bone carefully depicted and recorded these in the book.

After carefully observing it, he also showed a slightly distressed expression.

"I've seen it before, but I really don't understand what it means."

He pointed to something that was almost twisted into a ball, completely unable to see anything logical.

"This kind of text is too difficult to remember, I carefully followed it a few times, and barely drew an outline, but I still always felt that something was wrong."

Su Bairan clasped his hands in front of him, nodded seriously and said, "I feel that it is difficult to form a language family in this kind of language, and it is not easy to circulate, are the people over there the same as the tribes near them?" ”

Han Yugu lowered his eyes and whispered: "I don't know much, but there is a slight difference in the sound of the voice, but they should be able to understand each other." ”

He carefully observed the words written in his hand, and his face was a little awkward.

"Western Regions, I don't know much, but I can barely guess the approximate meaning of some literal words, I've never seen anything like this."

After a slight pause, he turned to look at the girl beside him and said, "The words they say sound a little the same, and their tribe is very small, basically there is no completely autonomous ecological environment, if you want to survive on your own, it is too difficult, and there are larger tribes around, it has always been easier for them, relying on other trade to have some contact with each other, if you don't understand it, it is basically difficult to survive." ”

Su Bairan bowed.

It's also said that if it's just a small tribe and wants to live alone, I'm afraid it's still a little difficult, and it derives its own writing, it seems that it also has a certain history, and it must have some connection with other beings around it.

Otherwise, they would have disappeared into history long ago, and if they were really a small crowd, they would have stayed long enough...

Either they used to have a huge amount of power, or they were completely harmless, and they could bring some benefits to the surroundings, and it was a good choice to keep them, so they could always be kept.

The words of the former will not be forgotten and cannot be understood, after all, one person is a thousand years later, and the other is also a powerful businessman at this time, and most of them have more knowledge than ordinary people.

If two people can't understand it at all, and they can't even see or think about it, then there is indeed a certain "problem" with this text.

At least in terms of verbal communication, everyone has the same, otherwise it is difficult to communicate with the people around them to maintain the whole development, but in terms of familiarity, there is no similarity at all, and it is even completely difficult to imagine that this is actually a system out of it.

Is there a different word for each sound they make?

In this way, this culture is too large, there is no similarity, from a certain point of view, this kind of writing, almost all of what people have learned in their lives, how do they remember, how to pass on the whole culture?

Han Yugu obviously thought of this, and carefully fiddled with the paper in his hand.

Su Bairan's own mind couldn't figure out how to figure out this.

"Why don't you take it back, son, maybe someone you know knows what's in it."

How? This matter has already been leaked in front of others, and the text has also been copied by others.

The matter is already here, even if it is covered up, it is useless, it is better to trust in an all-round way, and on this, it is completely impossible to form an absolute text, and it is better to give it to the other party, maybe it can be exchanged for an answer.

And I feel a little confused from the bottom of my heart, how did such a text come about, I can't figure it out at all, I can't understand what kind of program it is.

Han Yugu nodded deeply, didn't refuse, put the text in his sleeve, and his face couldn't hide his confusion at all.

Su Bairan showed a trusting smile, "Don't worry, such an ordinary text really looks a little wonderful, and it's normal to have time to find a clue." ”

"Hmm."

I can't find a clue for such a general text, that's the normal logic, it's not clear at all, there is anything similar, I can't find any traces of change at all, and there are even many, just like aiming at what you want.

Su Bairan sent people out, stood alone at the door, nodded flashingly, sighed casually, walked back slowly, and glanced around.

Standing at the door of the silent house, Su Bairan raised his eyebrows high and rolled up his trouser legs.

There are some whitish marks on the knees, carefully wiped over, and the lines are similar to those printed on the blanket.

It's just that the words reflected on my knees have long been indistinguishable, and it can be seen in front of the knowledge of the completion questions written above, and it seems that some of them look at the above somewhat similar.

Su Bairan felt the words revealed on it, and at the same time, with his own rough inference, he estimated that the one printed on his knees was the one on it.

After all, there is no similarity in the whole writing system, and all of them stand on the basis that there may be other types of words.

Such ordinary words, it seems that each one is created by itself, and it is impossible to associate it, and although only half of it is exposed, it can be clearly identified, but it obviously has a very similar impression to one of them.

"What the hell is this talking about?"

Su Bairan couldn't figure it out, scratched his head gently, suppressed his troubles, looked deeply, and closed the wooden door heavily.

Himself, no, Su Bairan, under what kind of circumstances did he lead his knee to such a scar?

Punishment kneeling?

In the context of such an era, it is still very possible, and it is basically the only route that I can imagine, and if the rest are changed, it is difficult to think of a method to record on my knees.

It's just that where exactly can such a writing be possessed, and it is obviously in a position like the ground, can it be said that the same marks are engraved on the ground?

The Su family?

Su Bairan, as the eldest lady who is not important at all in the family, has not gone out of the door in her previous life, even if she goes to other places with her heart, it is estimated that she will not be able to find other routes.

Not to mention kneeling on the ground, leaving unique traces, it is estimated that there are only ...... It's in your own home.

But the Su family?

Where did the ground come from to kneel down?

It should be said where did such a word come from, if there is really contact, such a commodity, will not be exchanged for benefits? What do you stay at home for?

And who brought it here, to be able to make such an ordinary object, should have a place in the family, if it is just a casual servant, it is not enough to be able to change to the ground, and engrave the importance of his own family words.

It's weird.

Su Bairan couldn't figure it out, but he felt some inexplicable fear, and he deeply wrapped his ankle, and the slightest breath, like the root of a plant, grabbed his ankle tightly, and there was no way to give himself room to relax.

It's scary.

I can't see or touch, but I can't restrain myself when I get together, but I have already walked into the trap, and I want to dodge, but I have already left my own shadow in it.

She clasped her arms tightly in her hands, staring blankly at the blue sky, but unable to find her own reflection in it, but like a lonely petal, wandering with the hurricane.

There is nothing to rely on, only to be swept away in the sky.

How pitiful, but unable to do any other struggle.

She couldn't tell.