I pulled open the last filing cabinet near my ankle, pulled out a thick, old file folder, handed it to Kieway, and asked him to help me transcribe it electronically and upload it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The record is every order I received after I entered the company, every customer whether it is a company or an individual, anyway, all the contact information, the corresponding window, and the records of the detailed discussion of the case, I am in this file, there are illustrations and editing, and some cover designs, and the cases that have been turned into retouching in the next two years account for the most.

Nowadays, everyone in the company uses computers to file, but I am still used to writing with a pen, and the touch of skin contact with paper is still relatively solid.

It's an amazing position for me in this design firm, and it's just me and Kieway. At the beginning, although I also followed the predecessors to do the design, but the material photos used in the design more or less need to be retouched, and for some reason, it was later derived into the file drawings of the full responsibility repair company, and a bunch of inexplicable small cases.

The last set of drawings I have scheduled for today is an open-minded gentleman, whose entire head is enclosed by a surgical green scarf cover, and the skull is cut open in the manner of a cylinder, revealing the entire internal tissue of the brain with a crooked and irregular body.

I don't know if the person who took the photo record at that time was full of food or covered his eyes, there was a large conspicuous stain in front of the camera, but he didn't even find it, so he took it directly. As a result, I now have to use my imagination to put together a number of incomplete photos and send them to the Medical Research Council for review and confirmation repeatedly.

In this way, Mr. Brain me for two whole days, longer than expected.

I fidgeted, my eyes staring wildly at the computer. Very well, I'm going to talk to this place in fifteen minutes.

"You have something to do tonight?" Kiwi asked, pushing his heavy thick-rimmed glasses with his pen.

"Well, it's just right today." It's not surprising that there is nothing to do on a small weekend.

The city library I found a few days ago was open until 9 p.m., and it used to take an hour to drive, so I still have two hours to check today. Although the library was open on Saturdays, I couldn't wait even half a day.

Blood-vomiting maniac added a week of work, in order to get out of here today, and he must leave on time at six o'clock no matter what.

At 5:48, a beautiful melody came from the phone on my desk, and the red light on the inside line was on.

"Hello Zoe, two visitors are looking for you." I learned that I asked for leave today, and the former switchboard Xiaorong who took her class, Xiaorong is not as good as her name, she is a standard iceberg beauty, and she has a pitiful face expression when she does things, and several colleagues have tried to conquer this iceberg before.

But there are many benefits to working with this person, what to say directly, no need to beat around the bush or set almost, any requirements as long as she is within the scope of Xiaorong's work, she absolutely has nothing to say, I am very curious about how she can take care of both duties today, after all, Xiaorong is now the full-time secretary of the business department.

"Both? It's all this time." I frowned, I couldn't remember who it would be, I really didn't want people to disturb the end of work.

"Yes, one of them is Mr. Yang, who said he had an appointment with you a few days ago." Xiaorong Qingli's voice was not mixed with half of the emotion, like a Siri female voice in a mobile phone.

"I don't know any gentleman with the surname Yang." I was denying it, but I suddenly remembered the matter of the car passport, and hurriedly called the person on the other end of the phone, "Wait, wait, is his name Yang Jin?"

"Please wait a moment." The other end covered the phone, and there was a rustling sound from the microphone, and after a while, "It's Mr. Yang Jin."

"I see, please wait for me." I seem to be used to the surprise appearance of the subcar.

"Okay." The answer in the microphone was the same, there was no undulating tone, and it seemed that the conversation with me was a speech system from beginning to end.

Ten minutes later, I grabbed the few old books I had printed a few days ago in a drawer and rushed to the counter.

The counter was very quiet, and Xiaorong only glanced at me and then buried himself in front of the computer. Secretly glad that Cai was not there, otherwise the next days would be sad.

To my surprise, in addition to Ziche, there was also Feng Xin with him, and I always thought it would be Qianyan. Both of them wore casual outfits in sports jackets and fitted skinny jeans, which were stretched out by well-honed calf muscles to create an enviable line.

I shoved the stack of papers into Ziche and said, "Wait for me for ten minutes."

After finishing speaking, I turned back into the office without looking back, turned off the computer, put on my coat and backpack, and stood directly in front of the clock clock to wait for the last five minutes, and the whole office watched me blatantly wait for the end of work.

The wait was always long, until the beep of the device in front of me jumped to six o'clock, and I couldn't wait to press my fingerprint.

Feng Xin sat on the sofa for visitors, staring down at the remade papers of the ancient books in his hand, he couldn't see what he was thinking, he looked up and gave me a look to say hello. He was also dressed up in fashion in Nuwa Cave before, but after all, he was black at the time, and he didn't know that he was from the Tang Dynasty, so the sense of modernity brought in was not so strong, and now his long hair is randomly fixed on the back of his head and the contrast between a dress and a costume.

"Hey!" Ziche bit an empty can of Pepsi and waved at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Thanks, Hyorong." I knew that the can of Coke must have been conjured by Hyo-rong.

Thanking them hastily, I led the two of them out of the office and pressed the elevator button, "Why don't you notify me first?"

"I have a notice, or make an international call." The car crumpled the empty can into the trash can in front of the elevator, making a loud noise.

"Uh-huh, a week ago." A Tang Dynasty man not only drank Coke, but also spit out the words international phone number in his mouth.

"But you didn't say today."

"I did."

"Did you say?"

"What's wrong with you?" Feng Xin behind him suddenly spoke, sniffing out what I was saying. The figure reflected from the elevator door, the pieces of paper still pasted in front of his face. It's only been a little more than a week, and his muscles have actually grown back, and he is like two people who looked thin when he first came out of the Peach Blossom Spring.

The elevator door opened, and there were a few office workers like me who were rushing to get off work, "I'm going to go to a place, and I'm going to talk about it in the car."

As soon as he entered the elevator, the paper finally moved away from Feng Xin's eyes, and he stared straight at the elevator button, hovering between B2 and B3 between his fingers, as if he was very interested in the composition and arrangement of English and numbers.

The large closed iron cabinet was unusually damp, and I could smell the thick smell of oily hair of the middle-aged man standing in front of me. The elevator was opened and closed several times in the middle of the way, and many people were squeezed in one after another, which undoubtedly extended the time to the parking lot, and I could only endure this inevitable helplessness.

There were only three of us left in B3, and I headed for the second-hand Lexus.

"What's his name?" Asked as he drove the door.

"Yang Xin." The sub-car returned.

"Humility is a good skill." Forged documents, strong strength.

He smiled lightly, "Because she's Yang Qiancai."

"How did you get this?" Pulling the car door, Feng Xin just got into the car and spoke.

"Tsk, that's a long story." I turned my head and started reversing.

"Then you can make a long story short." Feng Xin said lightly.

"Can I get down?" The sub-car asked in the back seat.

"Lie down."

Ziche kicked off his shoes and lay in the back seat and began to slide his mobile phone, no different from today's teenagers, on the other hand, Feng Xin is like an old uncle.

"How did you get this?" Feng Xin took the trouble to ask again.

"I only got these pages from the one I found by chance, and I'm going to the library to find the rest."

"What is a library?"

"It's a place where a lot of books are placed."

"Study?"

"A little more."

"The Library?"

"Hmm...... I think so." I had no idea how big the difference was between the study and the library, so I asked him, "Can you understand?"

Feng Xin lowered his head and studied for a while, then said solemnly, "This is a translation, and the original text is Gu Yuwen."

"Ancient languages? What's that?"

The first ancient character I think of is the Tangut script, when I was a student in the writing calligraphy class practiced a few Tangut characters, the Tangut script is like Chinese characters but not ordinary Chinese characters, the structure of the strokes is complex, only learned auspicious Ruyi to raise the white flag and surrender, although the whole Tangut text looks really majestic, shocking Quartet.

Feng Xin spoke silently again, "Gu Yu Wen is a text created by Xia Yu, about thirty words."

"Ancient languages? Is it raining?" I didn't get it.

After Feng Xin explained the succinctly and forcefully with the least number of words, I knew that I was wrong.

After the turn, I stopped the first red light, and the red light at this intersection was not short, and I saw that there were still more than 90 seconds before I secretly lowered the window and lit a cigarette, and the car smelled and reached out to come.

"You didn't bring any cigarettes?" I'll clip one to him.

"I'm not addicted, I'm not used to wearing it, I just think it smells pleasant."

"It's addiction, quibbling."

"Hahaha."

On the accelerator again, the topic returned to the book of Gu Yu's original text, Feng Xin said that his hometown also has some Gu Yu silk reprinted by later generations, but the silk silk is not easy to preserve, and most of them have been fragmented, and even a complete page and a half are not complete. However, there are two lines of words that correspond to the part of the information I have printed.

Feng Xin boldly judged that the silk books that could not be collected in his hometown were successfully preserved in other places, and not only that, but also continued to be translated into books by later generations.

I thought of Feng Xin's origins, and I did not question his contextual inference.

In the middle, taking advantage of a few red lights, I took my mobile phone to check the relevant literature about Gu Yuwen, and found that there was no such thing, only a relevant record of Xia Yushu. I handed the phone to Feng Xin for him to confirm, and he glanced at it and nodded at me.

It seems that the two are the same thing, but the above information says that Xia Yushu only has twelve words, but Feng Xin can't say three crosses, and there is still a gap of more than a dozen words in between, which shows that it has been lost in the evolution of the times.

I exhaled, it was useless to think about it, and it was impossible to sprinkle thousands of years of history in a few words.

"You've all come here, haven't you wanted to see the history of the Tang Dynasty?" I don't know which scripture is wrong, and I suddenly asked Feng Xin this question.

His eyes froze instantly.

After a moment of silence, "...... What's there to see. So far, it only proves the four words of the change of dynasty." There was a hoarseness in his throat, and he felt a little vicissitudes.

"Hmm...... yes."

He spoke very truthfully, but I didn't know what to reply, I glanced back in the mirror, and the person behind closed his eyes and couldn't see his emotions.

Outside began to drizzle, today's weather was clearly predicted to be sunny, the rain instantly began to rise, and pedestrians passing by could not avoid it. Little by little, the raindrops fell on the glass and slowly slid down, forming a dense filament. I pressed the wiper button to brush away the unsightly droplets.

Not long after we left the company, traffic jams began on the road, and the traffic delayed our arrival at the library.

The library is built in a relatively suburban location, and there is only one car in the parking lot at night.

Ziche opened his eyes, looked at the towering wall of books, and said, "This is the library, huh?"

"You've never been to a place like this before?"

"Why do you have to come?"

"Forget it, when I didn't ask."

Feng Xin seemed to be very interested, so he picked up a book and flipped it up. I went to the cabinet and looked at the books, and I thought to myself, this kind of thing must be in the category of ghost and god religion.

[Religious Class E Area], glanced at the dark book gallery in the corner, and walked over.