After joining the convoy, Dong Xiaokui discovered that the scale of this archaeology was not small, and there were actually media personnel accompanying him. casually glanced at it, in the middle of the convoy were the cars of the newspaper and TV station, as well as the CCTV program team, among which there was also the live broadcast car of Jincheng Traffic Station, saying that it was the program that Dong Xiaokui followed last time, and now there will be a new report.

Dong Xiaokui thought about it, and it turned out to be the case of the poor left-behind children and the mountain school at the end of last autumn. Because of the importance attached to left-behind children by the Municipal Red Cross Society and its leaders, the mountain village, which has almost no young people, is a typical example. I thought it was just a whim, but it was over. But I didn't expect it to be good, and after more than half a year, I continued to track the topic in this area.

After traveling for a while, they all stopped to rest. While resting at the gas station, Dong Xiaokui quietly asked Xiao Xu of the archaeological team about the origin of these media. Only then did I know that not all the media were with the team, and some came to do a show with this archaeology. For example, the CCTV program group has program requirements in this regard. The recording team came directly and said that if it was valuable, it would be broadcast live.

"It's boring. This came early, many inconveniences. Dong Xiaokui pouted.

"Not really. This seems to be very important, very beautiful, and other archaeological teams are still very envious, but in fact, it is very cumbersome. Because they are there, we have to take care of them. And each time it comes, it's a different batch. Some people are not very suitable for survival in the wild, and they are not well studied. Sometimes when the mood comes, they want to broadcast live, and they have to cooperate with them. Oh, you don't know, after a series of cooperation, the construction period will be infinitely extended. Archaeology is also very sensitive to the surrounding environment, and sometimes, everything is not right, and it has to be delayed. Alas, "Xiao Xu is very distressed.

Dong Xiaokui smiled and comforted him and said: "But any good thing is troublesome, any trouble will have a good side, and the media's intervention is actually a good thing." The archaeological team will be funded from a wider range of sources. Conducive to better research. ”

"That's right, that's about the only relief." Xiao Xu replied, smiled sweetly, revealing dimples, he was a beautiful young man, about too long in archaeology, and he also had a classical temperament.

Dong Xiaokui also smiled, took a few sips of mineral water, and continued to talk with Xiao Xu, talking about the mythological system. Xiao Xu also had research in this area, and he also drank water in a big gulp, and then said: "I have read your research." It's a very unique entry point that brings the dull research to life. And the research is very reliable. I still wonder sometimes that you're a little girl who hasn't graduated from college, and it's amazing that this research has come to this. I even think maybe you have a very strong mentor or research team. Isn't it? ”

Xiao Xu seemed very interested, Dong Xiaokui couldn't help but purse her lips and smile, and said, "I have always studied it myself." However, there was a friend who had a big influence on me. He's a genius. He collected many classics, including many solitary books, and even made annotations. It's just that he's too busy to study these things, so I'll have to do it. ”

"You love this guy so much." Xiao Xu is determined, because of his clear smile, the dimples are more obvious.

Dong Xiaokui couldn't help but be surprised, is his love for him already so obvious? Even Xiao Xu, who is not too deep, can see it. "How do you think so?" she asked. ”

"When you talk about him, you have a different look on your face. Well, the most important point, you said that he was too busy to study. Well, he was very fond of this research. Or rather, this research is his dream. You may not like the research so much, but because it is a dream that he can't realize, you do it. Isn't that enough? Xiao Xu analyzed them one by one, looking very proud.

Dong Xiaokui smiled but did not speak. Xiao Xu praised himself mischievously, and then said with a sigh: "I don't know who is so blessed to be treated like this by another person." ”

"Maybe it's a blessing for me. I have to be treated like that. Dong Xiaokui whispered. I unconsciously thought of his face, remembered that he said a little angrily, "Dong Xiaokui, can't you say, 'Zhonglin, I'm here waiting for you to come back'?" ”

Zhonglin, I'm here waiting for you to come back. Dong Xiaokui thought silently in his heart, Xiao Xu came over with some gossip, and asked in a low voice, "What kind of person?" ”

"Secret." Dong Xiaokui snickered.

What else did Xiao Xu have to say, his phone rang, it was a recorded funny ringtone, and a child was shouting: "Husband, husband, phone, phone, wife is coming to check the post."

Dong Xiaokui almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of water, and tried her best to suppress her laughter, but she still gloated and asked, "Is my wife calling?" ”

"She set it up." Xiao Xu blushed, took the phone to the side to talk about the phone. The look should have been to someone very close, and the look was completely soft.

Talking to Xu Zhonglin on the phone should be like this, right? Dong Xiaokui couldn't help but smile, still feeling thirsty, and took a bottle of mineral water from the car to drink.

In fact, the weather in May is not hot, and there is no sun, but the clouds are very thick, and the sky is white and shaking, which makes people a little dizzy, and the wind blows, but it is a little biting cold.

Dong Xiaokui felt irritable, threw his coat on the co-pilot, and only wore a long-sleeved cotton shirt and a ponytail, looking very capable. The convoy has been moving very slowly, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is snail. Because there are several drivers who are not used to this kind of mountain road, especially from time to time there are stones falling from the stone wall.

The entire convoy was so slow that it didn't reach its destination in time. Although the road here is much smoother than entering the mountains from Guan County, it is still a road in the mountains, and many cars are not familiar with the road. The media's car is advised to rest first and leave early the next morning. The archaeological team was also afraid that something would happen to the car at night. So, they set up camp and rested on a flat land in the mountains. The night in the mountains on Mayday was actually very cold, so Dong Xiaokui threw a sleeping bag in the back seat of the car, ate a bag of instant noodles indiscriminately, and drilled into the sleeping bag. After driving for most of the day, I was actually very tired. But for some reason, I've been suffering from insomnia lately, and I can't sleep well, and I wake up with a slight noise.

Is it because I miss him too much? Dong Xiaokui hugged her knees and unconsciously began to miss him again. Lately, it has become a habit to miss him. Outside the window is the outline of the mountains of Aba Prefecture, where the dense fog is thick and the moon is faintly visible.

Where is he in this second? Will you be walking through such mountains, or quietly watching everything around you? He once said not to imagine his work. Because she couldn't imagine. It's a more thrilling existence than in the movie, but if you look closely, it's so dull and boring that people don't feel a trace of fun, and every minute and second has to be calculated accurately. But Dong Xiaokui still couldn't stop guessing his job, and he still couldn't stop thinking about what his man looked like at work.

After thinking for a while, she turned on the flashlight she was carrying, and wrote in pencil on the notepad the scenery and mood at this moment, as well as what she wanted to say to him.

Make sure he is safe. At this reunion, I will personally tell him how much I miss him. Love this man, she is willing to make him happy and happy. When you're done writing your mood, turn off the lights. Plugged in earplugs and fell asleep to the music.

In a deep slumber, the music suddenly cut off and the phone rang. It's an ordinary ringtone, that is to say, an unfamiliar number. Dong Xiaokui, who was already asleep, was awakened. If this call was not made by Xu Zhonglin, it would be an unfamiliar harassing call. Anyway, in the past few years, there have been a lot of such calls ringing in the middle of the night, which is very annoying.

She shifted her posture, touched the phone for a while, and said "hey" in a daze, she actually expected to hear Xu Zhonglin's voice with a chuckle, low, doting, he would shout: "Stone, do you miss me?" ”

But there was no one to speak for a long time. Another prank? Dong Xiaokui looked out of the car window when she was sleepy, and the moonlight was still hazy and the mountains were faint.

"Who is it?" Dong Xiaokui asked patiently. The other party still did not answer.

Dong Xiaokui took out a flashlight and looked at the phone number, because it had been connected, and he couldn't see where he belonged. It's not a number I've ever seen. She had no choice but to put the phone to her ear again and asked, "It's late at night, if there's nothing else." I hung up. ”

The other party hurriedly shouted: "Don't." ”

It was a man's voice, very hoarse, like a bad cold with a bad nose and a cough. However, the voice was quite familiar, but it was impossible to determine who it was for a while. She breathed a sigh of relief and felt that it was not good, but still asked, "Are you?" ”

"You can't hear me." He said, with some frustration in his tone.

Dong Xiaokui hasn't figured out who this person is. Hearing him say this, he was also cautious and panicked, and couldn't help asking, "You have a cold, right?" ”

"Well, a bad cold." The man replied.

"That's what you do. I couldn't recognize it for a while, a moment ——,. Dong Xiaokui said curtly, secretly wondering who this person was, but he couldn't judge it for a while. There was only a brief chuckle, then silence, and in a few seconds, the phone was hung up.

Dong Xiaokui held the phone, and she really couldn't sleep now. I looked at the phone, and it was five twenty in the morning. She got up to brush her teeth, freshen up, cook instant noodles, and nibble on an apple. Genius is bright.

She wrapped a wide scarf around and walked around. The cold in the mountains is really not covered, plus the humidity of the morning. It was as if there was no heat all over the body.

"The climate in the mountains is really harsh. It's Mayday. Dong Xiaokui pursed her lips, looked up at the top of the mountain that was getting brighter and brighter, and couldn't help but think of last night's phone call again, the voice was definitely not Xu Zhonglin. If it was him, no matter how bad he was, she could hear it at once. When he speaks to her, he is always different, doting, gentle, and slightly domineering; It's like in the crowd, he is not the most handsome, not the most conspicuous, not the most majestic, but she can find him at once.

Or, is this because I am too familiar with him and too concerned about him? So, who exactly was the person who called last night? I think I know it, but I don't know it. Since he is not familiar with it, what is he to be angry about? Dong Xiaokui shrugged and felt that he should still make a phone call. Otherwise, it doesn't seem very polite.

So, she dialed that number. It's been a long tone over there, and no one has answered. Dong Xiaokui hit three more times, and it was still the same. Maybe it's too early, and people are still resting. She decided to call back later.

The people in the convoy also got up and were cleaning up and eating. Wait until the sun rises and the fog clears. The whole convoy only slowly moved forward, and arrived at the archaeological site at lunchtime.

The entire archaeological team rented the houses of the nearby mountain people, all of which were adobe wheat straw houses. The adobe walls, the bamboo-built beams and columns, and the wheat straw on them are combed very smoothly. It looks very idyllic. Several city girls in the media shouted excitedly. But Dong Xiaokui, who lives in the countryside, knows that it means poverty. In her memory, the family of the aunt she married lived in such a house for a long time. She spent the summer at her aunt's house a few times, and it rained heavily outside and inside the house. Sometimes, the quilt doesn't have a place to dry. Later, when she read Du Fu's "Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind", "The bedside house leaks and has no dry place, and the rain feet are like hemp and has not been cut off" and "The long night is wet, why is it Che", she always felt that Du Fu wrote it for her aunt's family. Fortunately, later, the little uncle was quite industrious and replaced the thatched hut with a few tiled houses. This is life, and the person who stays once in a while calls it romantic.

Dong Xiaokui teamed up with the archaeological team and cooked by himself. Had lunch and went to see the scene. The first thing that shocked her was not the monument of about 200 square meters, and the surrounding area that had not been officially brushed out, but the subsidence that had been cleaned up next to it.

"Is this soil prone to sinking? Very clayey soil. Dong Xiaokui squatted down to look at this. The people next to him were already looking at the utensils and so on that were not satisfied with the dust of the years. The leader of the archaeological team was already asking about his teammates who had come earlier. Dong Xiaokui naturally refused to let go, so he didn't continue to think about the problem, but went to audit the archaeological team.

It turned out that this was not a tomb either, but a place where a tribe lived. The members of the archaeological team who came earlier said that after preliminary analysis, this piece of ruins may be able to extend to the bottom of the mountain over there, and it is not clear whether it will continue to extend inward. This place is a sprawling site. Judging from the existing living relics, it does not belong to the minority tribes. Because according to literature records and some classic research, the minority tribes in Shu did not have such a developed way of life at that time.

"Then it may be the people of the Qin Dynasty who are avoiding trouble." Someone brought it up.

"In Shuzhong, it is said that there is an army in the Qin Dynasty that can fight well in Guanzhong under the order of Qin Shi Huang, but it disappeared mysteriously. Later, there were rumors that they entered Shu. It is counted as the second army to enter Shu after the Xia and Shang periods. I wonder if it could be the remains of this? Dong Xiaokui asked.

Lao Chen, the archaeological team, liked the history of the Qin Dynasty the most, and immediately shook his head and said: "Judging from the current ruins, there are no traces of war at all, or it is not a habit used by the army at that time. It's like a tribe, it's very life-like, for example, this piece should be the place where the tribe sacrificed at that time, look, this earthen platform. ”

Lao Chen pointed to a piece of earth that seemed to be petrified to explain to everyone.

"Is it possible that the army entered Shu and was disbanded, but they were afraid that the Qin army would enter Shu, so they avoided trouble, so they entered the mountains of Aba Prefecture and became the life of ordinary people." Dong Xiaokui speculated.

The people around him began to whisper, and Lao Chen smiled and said, "Xiao Kui's speculation is not unreasonable. However, if it is an army that can fight well, it will leave a little trace in life. People in the army will have some habits that they can't break. This will have to be further studied. At the moment, it seems that there is no evidence to suggest. ”

"Perhaps, in order to avoid trouble, deliberately avoid your own habits?" Dong Xiaokui put forward another hypothesis, and there were whispers around him, and some people even pointed at him. Dong Xiaokui also felt that it seemed inappropriate for her to bring it up like this, after all, she was the youngest here. Therefore, she hurriedly said, "Uncle Chen, I'm not targeting you. I just thought of this possibility. ”

"Well, it's not impossible. Aoi is a hardworking and good child. I'll take you around first, study it for a few days, and then we'll take a look. "Lao Chen is kind.

Dong Xiaokui nodded, took the camera and took the camera to shoot around. Until the afternoon, a thin layer of sweat appeared on my body, sticky and uncomfortable. When I went back to the rented house to take a rest, I remembered that I should call my mother. So I dialed my mother's ** phone, reported my safety, and said in a few words that this place was not bad, so that my mother didn't have to worry. Mom asked again and again, and got Dong Xiaokui's affirmative answer, so she put her mind at ease and said, "The monkey is very well-behaved and eats fried fish." However, I love to sleep. ”

Dong Xiaokui smiled, thought of something, and said: "Mom, the weather is warm this time, you pay attention to rest, I always feel that the climate is weird recently." In the afternoon, after collecting the stalls, don't go to work in the vegetable field. Recently, the eggplant and peppers in the vegetable field can be harvested, so don't think about planting anything else. We have enough to eat. ”

"Got it. You take good care of yourself too. There is a big difference in temperature in the mountains. Mom said.

This sentence was said many times when my mother was packing her own luggage. Dong Xiaokui listened warmly, comforted, and said, "Mom, I follow the teachings. Okay, I'll go get busy for a while. ”

Dong Xiaokui hung up the phone, boiled water and brewed a cup of green tea, then remembered last night's call, so he dialed the phone number again. There was still no one over there, Dong Xiaokui hit it three times, and it was still the same. She thought to herself: My politeness is enough to be worthy of you. I don't have to remember all the people I have to meet in my life, and the world is so big.

She hung up the phone, feeling inappropriate. Another text message was sent: I'm sorry, I called you and you didn't answer. Last night, I was in a daze, and I didn't realize who you were for a while.

She sent a text message and processed the picture she had just taken. A new folder was created and named the Archaeological 20080509, which was the way she preferred. Each folder is marked with its nature and time to make it easy to find.

She organizes the information she has obtained and puts it in the appropriate folder. And something new has been added to the mythical story written in the form of a game. The inspiration I just got at the archaeological site today, whether or not Qin Shi Huang's army that can fight well disappeared here, but in mythology, this is a mysterious place, enough to make a good story.

In Dong Xiaokui's view, research is the big form, and the story is the artistic processing on the big form. It is best to rely on each other.

When it comes to imagination, she has always been very confident. I wrote for a while, the sun was setting in the mountains, and the fog was rising in the mountains. Outside the opposite room, the showrunner in a bamboo chair was basking in the afterglow and humming a song. Dong Xiaokui straightened up and found that the mobile phone signal was not very good. I moved the phone to a position, and then there was a signal.

In such a deep mountain, there is still a signal, and when Dong Xiaokui admired the strength of China Mobile, he saw a prompt with a new text message. She clicked on it, and it said: If it's that person, just the sound of breathing, you know, right? Scold......

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