He seemed to see a woman holding a pen thousands of years ago, with her hands raised lightly, writing her name affectionately, her favorite son, his proudest son.

The ancient tomb unearthed in City A is buried with many things similar to modern things, and there is a letter of oil paper that leaves mottled years, and a few big characters are written on the oil paper, the pen is sharp, vigorous and powerful, and scolds Fang Xuan.

However, experts have no way to investigate which dynasty and which generation in history this is the tomb, and they have searched through ancient and modern archaeological records and historical records, but to no avail.

For a while, this became a mystery, some people said that it was deliberate, some people said that the recent rise of an international group of tomb robbers, specifically to make it more difficult for the archaeological community, to confuse the public, every time a tomb is stolen, many novelties will be put into the tomb, and then the tomb will be restored to its original state.

This is considered a hoax and the anecdote has gradually cooled down, if there has never been such a font, this dynasty has never appeared, firstly because there are too many modern objects in their tombs, and secondly, how can ancient tombs not have any ancient gold and silver relics, which is completely illogical.

The old curator of the museum looked at the thick historical materials in the sunset, he took the reading glasses and carefully looked at the strokes of the font, every detail is so powerful, it is completely disciplined, why is there no dynasty?

This is something that Jimo Sulang knew when he was a child, this is the ancient text of their Jimo ancestors, only the people of the Jimo royal family are qualified to opinion, he knows what is written on it, he knows that it is the only token left by his father and mother to him after a thousand years.

"Young man, you lean to the side and block my sun." The old curator didn't look up, just stared at the letterhead in his hand for a moment.

"Old Curator, do you think this is an ancient artifact?" The corners of Jimo Sulang's mouth bent slightly, and the words he said were relaxed and pleasant.

The old curator took off his reading glasses, looked up at Jimo Sulang, he tightened the letterhead in his hand and said: "Young man, you have been asking me for a month, don't worry about my baby, go play!" ”

"Old curator, you are credible, I know the words on this letterhead?" Jimo Sulang looked at the old curator's eyes with blazing eyes.

"Tell me, then, what is written on it?" The old curator glanced at Jimo Sulang lightly, obviously not believing what he said.

Jimo Sulang was not angry, but found a small bench next to him, sat down by himself, and planned to have a long talk with the old man.

"This records a very long but short story..."Jimo Sulang's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the distant sky, surrounded by vicissitudes that did not match his age.

"In a dynasty called Jimo, the appearance of a woman changed the fate of the whole country, and the woman married the prince of the dynasty and had a son, called Sulang.

It should have been a happy life, but because a war came to an end, the son disappeared, the whereabouts of the husband were unknown, and the woman went to the battlefield alone, turning the situation of the war that should have been lost, but their son could never come back.

The woman never believed that her son was dead, and before she died, the only thing she couldn't let go of was the disappeared son, so she wrote this story, thinking that her son might see the letter a thousand years later. ”

After the story was told, Jimo Sulang looked like no one else, but his eyes did not leave the oilcloth in the old man's hand, the old curator was shocked, looked at the man like he had just woken up from a dream, and then covered his eyes with affection, and looked at the young man with disgust.

"To make up a story, you have to make it longer, so short, before you hear the beginning, the end will come out."

The old curator watched the sunset, lifted the small stool, put away the oilcloth and reading glasses, ignored the man sitting upright in the open space, and turned to leave.

"I never tell a story, and my mother said that if you can't guess the beginning, the end will come out...", the man muttered to himself, a wry smile on his face.

After sitting quietly like that for a while, Jimo Sulang also got up and walked in one direction with not brisk steps, he had no direction for a long time, how could there be a fixed route.

The old curator who had walked away behind him turned back, looked at the lonely young back, lit the tarpaulin, and the flames slowly engulfed all the stories.

On the distant Gobi Desert, the yellow sand is long, a young woman walks among the sand, the woman has long hair to the waist, red lips are enchanting, and a warm jade stone in her hand stands upright, with the focus of the camera, a complete and immaculate beauty and jade picture appeared on the cover of various entertainment media magazines.

"Who is this?" Jimo Sulang sat on a leather sofa chair, holding an entertainment magazine in his hand, and the cover of the magazine was Yun Yueer, the hottest female star of the moment.

"Back to the president, this is a star who has suddenly become popular recently, called Yun Yue'er, and all the major media pages this morning are all about her!"

Obviously, all women are the bearers of gossip, whether the other party is an urban white-collar worker or a village woman, the female secretary saw the president's question, and instantly became interested, and looked like she was talking.

"Find out her background as soon as possible." Jimo Sulang said lightly.

The female secretary was stunned for a moment and said, "President, there is no need to investigate, you open the homepage on the Internet and are full of gossip about her." ”

"What I want is her real life, and the jade in her hand."

Jimo Sulang walked out of the office after speaking, and the female secretary looked at the charming back of her president with admiration.

Life? Look at the words used by others, their president is retro, that is, he has a bearing, unlike those rich second-generation playboys, the female secretary twisted her waist and walked out of the office.

"Hey, who is it, go investigate the life of the popular star Yun Yue'er, as well as the jade in your hand, check it as soon as possible and put the information in the president's office."

Listening to the words of the female secretary, the other colleagues in the office area couldn't help but laugh out loud, life? I also learn from the president to speak, and I am not afraid of people's jokes.

In the luxurious dressing room of Nuoda, a woman in a royal blue pleated pomegranate dress sat on a chair with her chin propped up, staring blankly at herself in the mirror, it was twenty-eight days, and she still couldn't remember who she was.

Yun Yue'er sighed, straightened the hem of her clothes, and then walked in with an assistant with a small cloak jacket, "Sister Yue'er, it's coming to you soon, get ready!" ”

This is the scene of the press conference of the 37th Golden Eagle Goddess Award, Yun Yue'er as a special guest, interacted with the audience all over the world at the opening of the conference, she got up lazily, stepped on the feet of a full eighteen centimeters of hatred, walked unfavorable steps, and appeared in front of the audience.

"Next, let's welcome Miss Yun Yue'er to speak for everyone." The host's high-pitched voice made the scene immediately as lively as an explosion, and the applause and cheers were endless.

Yun Yue'er didn't know what she was doing, anyway, since she woke up, she was teased by all kinds of people, putting on heavy eye makeup, painting her mouth in various colors, and wearing shoes that couldn't walk, although it looked beautiful, it seemed... Everyone loves her too.

"President, this is Miss Yun Yue'er's... Life. ”

The secretary put a thin stack of materials in front of the Jimo Sulang table, looked down and quietly observed the president's expression, which was still the same iceberg face that had not changed for thousands of years, and turned around and went out.

Jimo Sulang stretched out her hand to open the bag, there were only a few thin pages, and there were only a few words on each piece of paper, and they were all the activities she attended during this time, as well as the various honors she had received.

Biography! Jimo Sulang can't be found no matter how he finds it, only it is written that Yun Yue'er is innocent and cute, mysterious and unpredictable, and some people even speculate that this is the beloved daughter of a certain general, and her family background is very strong.

In an international restaurant, a group of young rookies with successful careers toasted a man who was not very good-looking, about 1.7 meters tall, and shouted a dragon brother, the man's face was smiling, and the big gold chain shining around his neck indicated that he was very rich.

During the banquet, Brother Long's eyes couldn't help but look in one direction, all of them were human spirits, how could they not understand what Brother Long meant, they got up one after another, either they were called away by a phone call, or they still had the set to run, and they were all lost anyway.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one middle-aged woman left in the table full of people, as well as Yun Yue'er, who was eating happily, and Brother Long, who was smiling evilly, was also the host of the banquet, the boss of Huayu Group, Huang Long.

The middle-aged woman looked at Yun Yue'er and said to the man: "Brother Long, I'm really sorry, you see that the company suddenly has something to do, but Miss Yun Yue'er can't drive, and it's not safe to go back alone, so I have to trouble you to send someone to send Miss Yun home in a while." ”

Brother Long's face was full of reluctance, and he said, "Alas! Originally, I was reluctant to take care of these trivial matters, and you know that now these rumors are very bad for my image, but today, in order to help Mr. Hua, I will send Miss Yun home safely, so you can rest assured to deal with things! ”

The middle-aged woman thanked the man several times before leaving, and then went downstairs, and several handsome men came out of the corridor.

"Oh, isn't this Sister Hua? Why isn't your company's newly signed artist with you around today? There are many people who are popular, but Sister Hua can't even leave the toilet! ”

"That's right! Not to mention that Sister Hua treats her subordinates like relatives! ”

Listening to the jokes of the young sons, a trace of unnaturalness flashed on Sister Hua's face, and she gathered her mind and said, "What do you say?" We have been on the set a lot lately, didn't I just attend a dinner? Don't make fun of me as an elder, I have to go back to the company, you guys. ”

As he spoke, the elevator door slowly closed, Sister Hua disappeared and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, Jimo Sulang heard the name Yue'er behind him, and his footsteps slowed down involuntarily, and he noticed that Sister Hua was looking at a certain position in the box uneasily when she left, Jimo Sulang threw in his heart, and suddenly raised his feet in the direction of the box.