"Do you want to buy it or not?" The bookstall owner's unhappy question brought my thoughts back to the real world, and I put down the yellowed booklet, still unsatisfied: "Boss! Is there a booklet like this? ”

The way he looked at me was obviously weird...... The second-hand book market is usually open every Saturday, at three or four o'clock in the morning, and the booksellers buy whole sacks and whole sacks. The remaining residues, only after seven or eight o'clock, there are sporadic individual customers, after some haggling, to buy away! For the owner of the old book, he obviously didn't care about such a guest, he said perfunctorily, "You look for it yourself, if you can't find it, there will be no more!" "Meaning, Lao Tzu is very busy, don't bother Lao Tzu!

I rummaged in front of the bookstall for more than an hour, and it was all some big goods. One of them, "The Sixteen Characters of Yin and Yang", attracted me, and after a little flipping, I threw it back to the bookshelf. Others, like the "Tomb Robbery Notebook" of the third sister of the Southern School, are completely plagiarized, and there are many typos. Looking back, I asked again: "Boss, is there any stock in that booklet just now?" ”

The boss was obviously a little impatient, and what he did changed hands. It is to collect books by the pound and sell them by the book. At most, I will flip through the book covers, and I will read every book. If you go to open every book, it would be good to sit at home and read books all day, and make a lot of money. He shook his head at me and told me to take a look at the bookstall next to me and not get in the way of his business!

I wandered around the bookstall for an hour, then ran back and asked, "Is there a book about the Taklamakan meteorite?" It's the meteorite that fell more than 40 years ago! ”

"I don't know!" The boss said angrily. "Boss, how do you sell this one?" I asked, holding the yellowed booklet. "Count you thirty!" "Thirty is too expensive, just thirty sides, and blank pages!" "The price is fifteen, and I paid thirteen yuan for it!" "Good! Fifteen is fifteen, deal! "I took out the crumpled money and handed it to the boss. The boss put the schoolbag into a plastic bag, didn't lift his head, and continued to collect his books!

I had just taken two steps when the boss suddenly said, "Wait a minute, young man!" "I thought to myself, could he have found out in his conscience and wanted to return my money. After thinking about it, I was afraid that he would regret it. Although he hesitated, his steps stopped.

The boss said: "The old man who sold books told me that there would be a guy who would buy this book today, and I still don't believe it." He also said that he must give the guy a mobile phone number! When he said this, I became curious about the old man.

The boss left a number, I kept it in my phone and went home. Washed down.,I'm going to work overtime in the afternoon.,The latest iteration of the game! Alas, don't mention how hard it is to work overtime!

Let's start by introducing yourself:

My name is Xia Ji, I am 24 years old, and I was born into a family of archaeologists. It is said that the ancestor was in the antique business of the glass factory, and I can't tell how many generations it has been doing. When I filled in the college entrance examination, my father didn't let me apply for the archaeology major, saying that it was my grandfather's last wish.

My ancestors are all related to "cultural relics"! Whether it is an heirloom antique or an unearthed cultural relic, bad luck is very heavy. My grandfather, a field archaeologist, is said to have died in the desert of Xinjiang. Several uncles, some engaged in archaeology, some engaged in forensics, and some of the funeral parlors, all had a relationship with the dead.

After graduating from university, I got a job as a game planner. Rushing to release the version, it took several nights in a row. Therefore, I don't even know when I will go to the second-hand book market, but a strange old man actually pinched it! So, I made a curious call.

"Hey! Hello, is this Mr. Li Hongwei? ”

"It's me, which one are you?"

"Oh! The owner of the second-hand bookstall gave me a phone call, I was curious about the content of the second half of the book, so I called you, what a disturbance! ”

"Oh! I finally found you, tomorrow at about three o'clock in the afternoon, you go to the stilted building station of Industrial Road, Gulou District, and I will come out to pick you up! When I heard this, I thought, "This guy is old and confused, and he wants me to be a hammer?" But he said yes again and again, hung up the phone, and got ready to go after sleeping in the afternoon!

At three o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived at the stilted building bus station.

A chubby old man walked in front of him, wearing a large vest on his upper body, a large pair of pants on his lower body, and a pair of sandals on his feet. In his left hand was a bag from the supermarket for free, which contained a thermos cup and a few books. The old man smiled and waved at me as if he knew me.

I wasn't sure if it was him, so I hurriedly called, and sure enough, it was him!

We came to a tea house, and the old man took out a cup of tea and two cups of tea, and poured me full of tea.

The old man drank tea for a while, and he spoke: "You really look like him......" Halfway through speaking, he seemed to realize the gaffe, and quickly changed the topic: "You are very interested in the second half of this book?" I nodded in approval.

I pulled out the pamphlet and asked, "Old man, you wrote this?" The old man sighed and said, "Alas! It was all decades ago, believe it or not everything in it is true! "Don't believe it!" "I'm that Xiao Li." I thought to myself, "Novels are well written, but to talk like this is to be insane!" ”。

He didn't care, and took out the file bag from the bag: "This matter is well documented, but I didn't make it up." At most, I've done some literary exaggeration! ”

I took out my file bag and looked at it carefully, it was a daily report from July to August 12, 40 years ago. It's good to have a document, but it's outrageous! I scolded in my heart, "It's almost like using a beauty camera!" Also literary exaggeration! ”

Unexpectedly, the old man's next sentence was even more astonishing: "I know the whereabouts of your grandfather Xia Youfang!" ”

I was simply surprised, the disappearance of my grandfather is the biggest taboo in our family. This mysterious old man actually said he knew my grandfather's whereabouts!

My grandfather was born in 1915 and graduated from the Department of Archaeology of Peking University under the tutelage of Mr. Li Ji. He has participated in the excavation of the skull of Peking Man and the excavation of the oracle bone inscription in Yinxu. Later, I heard that he died in Xinjiang, and even the bones were not found. Because of the fear that my grandmother would be sad, the whole family did not dare to mention his name, and gradually his disappearance became a taboo in our family.

My grandpa was an absolutely amazing person. I heard that the old man only needs to grab a handful of soil to sniff out the age of the tomb. Just look at the sealed soil to know who is buried in the tomb! Even the owner of the glaze factory loves to stare at him, as long as he looks at the antiques twice, he can definitely sell them at a good price. To be honest, I don't believe that. These things are like being made up in a novel! When I was a child, I took it seriously, and as I grew older, I laughed at it!

As for his archaeology, this is too specialized, I don't know. When I was looking through "Archaeology", I also saw a research paper on the tombs of Yinxu published in his name. The old man's kung fu in this area is recognized in China!

"Can you tell me about my grandfather's whereabouts?"

"No hurry, no hurry! This is another book, you read it first. I'll tell you later! ”

"Hmmm! Then thank you for being old! ”

"Today is also counted as the return of things to their original owners!" The old man took out a thick diary again, "This diary is your grandfather's work manual, and I will return it to you as well!" I stretched out my hands and respectfully accepted them.

Time flew by, the sky was already dark, the old man quietly took out a piece of tightly wrapped in a plastic bag from the cloth bag, carefully untied it, it was a black stone chip, and he handed it to me.

I took the black stone and looked at it, it was the size of a palm and had neat edges. In the palm of your hand, it was cold and biting, a little heavy, smooth on both sides, and there were some strange runes engraved!

"This is what your grandfather gave me, I have treasured it for many years, and today it is returned to its original owner!" The old man pointed to the strange symbols on the stone tablets and said, "Young man, I have been working on these runes for half my life, and I still can't understand them!" ”

I took the meteorite and the books and stuffed them into my backpack. On the bus, I opened the lower part of the booklet, which was pale and white, and wrote a few words in blood: "Don't go my way!" ”。 I'm so disappointed, what the hell is this, it's just a fool!

The only thing to be thankful for is that I finally witnessed Grandpa's hand! Facing the hand, as to the ancestors!

I went home, took out the meteorite again, and watched it carefully with the lamp. The texture of the meteorite is delicate and smooth, like a mirror. A text similar to Sanskrit is engraved on the front of the meteorite, which seems to be an article. On the back of the meteorite, there are densely distributed symbols that look like carvings and cracks. In short, with my limited knowledge, I can't understand it! It can be inferred from the defects in the handwriting that this is only one of the fragments.

I carefully put away the meteorite, I had already turned off the lights, and was about to fall asleep, when the phone rang!

When I looked at the number, it was the old man calling.

"Are you alright, young man?"

As soon as I heard him say this, I guessed that he was asking if the meteorite was good! I replied nonchalantly.

"The meteorite is fine!"

The old man stopped talking and sighed. "Alas... Oh! It's good...... If you have anything to do at night, remember to call me, I sleep lightly at night and can answer the phone at any time! "The old man has repeatedly instructed! I casually answered and hung up the phone.

"What can I do?"

That night, something really happened to me. Fortunately, thanks to the old man's phone call, otherwise I would really not be able to see the sunrise the next day.