Chapter 72: Fukuyama speaks with great heart

What surprised Xiao Yao was that the girl was a little similar to the restoration picture of the Loulan beauty. "Are you a Uyghur?" The girl smiled and nodded: "My name is Silan, I am a Uyghur from Guangzhou, and I am a temporary staff member of this theme exhibition. ”

Xiao Yao noticed that there was a badge hanging around her neck, in addition to her own photo, the official seal of the museum, and her beautiful name, the wind of the central air conditioner blew, Xiao Yao smelled a strange floral fragrance, this floral fragrance was something he had never smelled before.

Xiao Yao couldn't help but ask her: "The exhibition says that the ancient country of Loulan was slowly buried by wind and sand because of environmental degradation, is this the reason for the disappearance of the country of Loulan?" ”

Si Lan nodded: "Sir, I can see that you are very curious about Loulan Kingdom. ”

Xiao Yao said: "Just listening to this name, you can feel her beauty. ”

Xiao Yao walked around the museum for a day, and when he returned to his residence, he remembered that in addition to the beautiful Xinjiang girl's beautiful image, the face of Princess Loulan always appeared, and he thought that the slightly open mouth seemed to be telling him something.

After returning to his residence, Xiao Yao checked the following information on the Internet: Loulan Ancient Kingdom is a small country on the ancient Silk Road, located in the west of Lop Nur, at the hub of the Western Regions, the scope of the kingdom from the vicinity of Guyangguan in the east, to the ancient city of Niya in the west, to Altun Mountain in the south, and to Hami in the north. Playing an important role on the ancient Silk Road, it was founded before 176 B.C. and suddenly and mysteriously disappeared in 630 A.D., leaving only a ruin of the country with a history of more than 800 years.

Xiao Yao had a strong idea that he must go to Xinjiang to see.

At night, Xiao Yao dreamed that he slowly walked into a path under the moonlight, this road was leading to a vast Gobi, a gust of wind and sand hit, Xiao Yao closed his eyes, the wind and sand passed, Xiao Yao just opened his eyes, and saw a green glow in front of him, the light was very soft, Xiao Yao looked carefully, and found that it was a huge night pearl, at least the size of a pigeon's egg.

Xiao Yao approached the Night Pearl and wanted to reach out and take it in his hand to play with it, but a girl's voice startled him, and he looked around, and the darkness made him unable to judge where he was.

The girl's voice in the darkness came from a very distant place: "Our Loulan country is not blown away by the wind and sand, if you want to know the truth, please come with me." ”

Xiao Yao faintly heard the sound of a golden iron horse, cold weapons colliding with each other, horses neighing, and it seemed to come from a very distant place. Xiao Yao asked, "Where are you?" The girl's voice was as weak as a gossamer, full of anxiety and fear: "Come on......"

The girl's voice disappeared, and the night pearl was gone, Xiao Yao felt that his body suddenly fell, and he woke up and saw his hand on his heart. Thinking day and night, dreaming at night, Xiao Yao believes that this is undoubtedly related to his visit to the museum during the day.

The next day, Xiao Yao got on the bus at the bus station near the north gate of Zhongda's residence, planning to go to the museum again, and when the car was about to reach the Guangzhou Bridge, Xiao Yao saw several off-road vehicles parked in front of a building on the side of the road, each with a slogan: "From Guangzhou to Loulan, we will go all the way." ”

The bus drove over the Guangzhou Bridge before stopping, Xiao Yao got out of the car and ran all the way back, ran across the Guangzhou Bridge, ran to the off-road vehicle he saw just now, and patted the window. The people in the car rolled down the windows, their eyes round: "What do you want to do?" Xiao Yao took a deep breath: "Go to Loulan." After saying this, Xiao Yao saw that there was a beautiful Xinjiang girl sitting next to this big-mouthed brother, Si Lan.