Her name is Yu Qian, and she is a girl who can sing and dance well and has good grades. The top three also have her share, and it is perennial.

She told me that his dad was in the city. And she lives in the old house in the village, with her grandparents, and this residence is six years younger.

Yu Qian and I have been writing and communicating for a whole year, and every day of the school year has not ended, even during the holidays, I will come to the place agreed by the school to release the letter. The winter vacation in the middle has also not changed, except for the two days of the New Year, she went to the city.

My primary school life was spent between these three good friends, but when I was about to graduate from primary school, Wang Xin suddenly stopped interacting with us, and I don't know why. And during that time, he was very close to the little fat man who had the first results all year round.

I didn't care too much about this, and I played with Cheng Zhi all day long. Chengzhi studied one of the worst in the class, and the head teacher warned me several times to have less contact with him, but I fell on my ears. Now that I think about it, Wang Xin doesn't associate with us anymore, maybe that's the reason.

A week before graduation, on Saturday, on vacation, I was at home with my mother folding a petri dish for planting melons with straw. During that time, my parents didn't know where to learn the technique of growing melons, so they packed a few acres of land and planted melons, and my sister and I often had to help them.

But that day, Cheng Zhi suddenly came to my house to look for me, and mysteriously told me that he had found something new in the mountain behind his house, and that a lot of cars and many people had come, which was very interesting, and asked me to see the excitement.

I have been to the mountain behind Cheng Zhi's house, and there is a large loess sand land on it, and several square holes have been dug for a long time. Cheng Zhi said that the holes were left by digging trees. But I don't believe it, whoever digs a tree will dig a square pit out? So, I've always thought the mountains behind his house were quite strange.

And now that someone has come from the back mountain, my curiosity suddenly turned over.

I proposed to go with Wang Xin, but this thing actually studied at home and didn't come with us. In desperation, the two of us had to go on our own.

His house is not far from my house, but his house is full of ridges, hills, and the terrain is very strange, not peaceful. Because of this, their side is much more fun and interesting than mine.

When he arrived at his house, there was no one in the neighborhood, and after hearing Cheng Zhi, all the people in the neighborhood went up the mountain to see the excitement. I couldn't hold it back, so I pulled Cheng Zhi and hurried to the mountain behind his house.

It is said to be a back mountain, but it is actually a high slope. At this time, the high slope was full of people, and it was overwhelming. When we squeezed up, we found that the high slope had been fenced off, and a red ribbon was encircled along the perimeter to prevent people from entering.

On the enclosed loess sand, a group of people in white clothes and white hats, squatting, sitting, guarding the ground in front of them, were very busy. They were digging pits, and the loess sand was dug with pits, and there were square pits everywhere.

Around the pit, patches of white cloth were spread, and on top of it was a strange thing.

I didn't know what it was, most of them were pretty much the same, with brownish shells, kind of rusty. And roughly speaking, some of them look very much like people.

There are a lot of such things dug up, and there are as many as five or six of them on them, and some of them are still in the pits, and the pits are dug in the shape of these things.

In addition to these things, I also saw a lot of things that resembled weapons, the only thing I knew at this time, after all, the black and white TV set at home was not for nothing.

The weapon-like stuff must have been rusty, all wrapped in a thick layer of brownish rust. There are knives, swords, guns, and so on.

I've never seen anything before, and I'm fascinated and fascinated. I don't know why, but looking at these things, I have an inexplicable excitement.

Just as I was looking at the trance, one of the white-clothed men who were digging a pit suddenly let out a shocking exclamation. This exclamation summoned all the people in white and formed a circle. Outside, we, the onlookers, who were eating melons, also stretched our necks curiously over there, looking through the cracks of those people, wanting to see clearly.

It's a pity that the group of people is so tightly surrounded that they can't see anything at all.

I was so discouraged that I muttered curses. But at this moment, Cheng Zhi suddenly dragged me. By the time I looked at him, he was no longer with me, and had already run to the front of a hill.

He pointed to the back of the mound, his eyebrows fluttering at me. I could see that this guy was starting to play tricks, and he wanted me to go with him through the hidden area behind the mound.

To be honest, I'm itching too, these things are to my liking, and I love seeing them so much. And that group of people studying something together really whetted my appetite.

I looked left and right to make sure no one was paying attention, so I quickly approached Chengzhi and hid behind the mound.

Behind the mound is a pile of firewood, piled up by Chengzhi's grandfather. Cheng Zhi had already moved part of the firewood away, revealing a large gap in the back.

This gap didn't exist in the first place, thanks to Cheng Zhi, a boring man, who dug a hole when he was idle in a panic before, but he didn't expect the hole to be dug up, and it collapsed and became a shortage, and it also opened up the mound that blocked the horizontal fence here.

Cheng Zhi drilled through the gap and then waved at me, you must know that I am a very well-behaved child, and when it came to the end, I hesitated before getting in.

The two of us secretly hid inside, afraid of being discovered by those in white and by the onlookers, so that we walked for a long time and did not go to the place where the people in white gathered.

But just as the two of us were about to approach, the crowd suddenly exclaimed again, and then saw the crowd suddenly disperse, and several young and strong men in white came out carrying something.

Intrigued, I hid behind a pile of rags, craned my neck, and looked hard. Cheng Zhi was the same, looking at it with blank eyes, thinking about what the group of people were carrying.

Eventually, the men turned a corner, revealing what they were carrying. At the same time, the crowd of onlookers suddenly let out a long exclamation.

And the two of us finally saw the thing that caused a burst of amazement, and the group was carrying a short, delicate coffin as black as ink.

The coffin is exactly the style of Xiangtan, with a wide head and narrow feet, upturned and bottom, and a triangular coffin lid.

However, not to mention that this small coffin is completely black, its surface, even the coffin lid is also carved with various patterns.

These patterns form strange veins, and at first glance they look very similar to the talismans drawn by Taoist priests who do funerals.

But even that's not amazing enough. What shocked everyone at the scene was the terrifying blood-red blade inserted into the coffin lid.

It was really a bloody red, and it made people shudder and scary at a glance. The blade is a broad sword, the blade is smooth and translucent, and the handle of the sword is carved with rows of strange words. That's what shook us.

The coffin was stained with a little mud, and it must have been cleaned by those people. These people carried it carefully for fear of shaking like a coffin, which was enough to make people feel the preciousness of this thing.

However, I had a strange feeling at the time. This was a battlefield before, so how could this thing be here?

This was still a research project, and it was later confirmed that this coffin was the source of the war. And this war turned out to be a field battle that was not recorded in history.

Of course, this is a later story, these are the discoveries of archaeologists after in-depth excavations.

Looking at this thing, my eyes were quite hot, and I watched with amazement as they carried them to the tent set up behind them. They could see me hiding as they passed, but they were also quite attentive, and none of them even looked at me.

Cheng Zhi quickly pulled me to hide behind their tent, and at the back of the tent, I could see their movements when I lifted the curtain.

But strangely, after the gang was brought in, they all ran out, and not even a single person was left behind. Later, I found out that after the coffin was carried out, there were still things in the pit of the coffin, and they all went to dig up the things in the pit.

This gave us enough time, Cheng Zhi and I slipped out, and under the cover of the tent, we touched up and down the coffin and studied it thoroughly.

Of course, we don't understand it at all, so we just want to see a novelty.

However, when I touched the pattern on the coffin, I always felt a surging heart, indescribable excitement.

Cheng Zhi climbed onto the table where they placed the coffin when I touched it, grabbed the blood-colored broadsword inserted in both hands, and actually pulled it out with force.

I was taken aback by his actions and dragged him down. After coming down, this thing actually bared his teeth at me and said that he likes this sword and wants to take it back and hang it on the head of the bed to be a hero.

My hero, your sister, this thing looks like an evil thing, who is so bold to hang such a thing on the bedside? And, who's going to touch this thing now? Whoever moves is unlucky.

I was preaching when there was a sudden noise outside, followed by a wave of footsteps.

Cheng Zhi and I hurriedly hid behind the tent again, and then opened a crack to peek.

The group of people formed another circle, just like before, around the six people in the middle. And these six people, holding a black rag in both hands, like treasures, carefully moved step by step.

There were so many people that I didn't see anything unusual about the rags at first. But when they placed it on a white cloth, I realized that this cloth was unusual.

On this torn black cloth, a very special pattern was drawn with red dye. People may not understand what this pattern is, but I recognize it at a glance, and this pattern is a replica of the one on my back.

Why do I think it's a fake? Because although the pattern on the black cloth is laid out in a nine-square grid, and the stroke lines are completely drawn according to the original appearance, the position of its nine-square is disordered.

To the uninitiated, it may not make a difference, but all the strokes can be connected smoothly. However, if the cartographer is careful enough, he will find that no matter how the nine-square grid is shifted and spliced, it will look correct. But in reality, it makes no sense.

But some people will definitely wonder, how did I know that the pattern on my back was the original? Why isn't it also pirated, imitated?

Because at that time, I had already discovered the important pattern behind it, and its coherence was actually very regular. Although the nine grids all look similar, the structure of them is very different. Its laws are completely invisible, without time to study, and you have to rely on some inspiration and imagination.

Except for the arrangement of this law, all the ways of arrangement are meaningless.

Later, when the pattern was completely cracked by me, I also verified the correctness of the pattern I was looking for.

I found a mistake with this pattern, but I didn't dare to point it out. And I didn't know all about the pattern at the time.

They gathered around the black cloth and the coffin on the spot, and I thought they would open the coffin on the spot. But I waited until the sun went down, and I didn't see them open the coffin.

For most of the day, I spent discussing, depicting, and taking pictures around the black cloth and the coffin.

In the end, we sneaked out again, having no fun at it.

The next day, we went again with joy, thinking that they should open the coffin, so that we could feast our eyes and satisfy our curiosity.

But when I went to look, although the tent was still there, the coffin and black cloth were gone. In the middle of the night, they had already moved away. Where we went, we didn't hear at all.

And this battlefield was quickly cleaned up, and some information about this place was also revealed. But they are all irrelevant, and these are only those who die in the battle. The most important thing is nowhere to be found.