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In this summer that can roast people, I sit in the office of the archaeological institute, blowing the air conditioner, digging chilled watermelons with a spoon and eating them while watching pirated high-definition movies, not to mention how nourishing this life is. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 infoJust as I was enjoying this quiet and relaxing time, I was thrilled by the sound of a "ringing" phone.

"His grandmother scared me to death, how could the phone suddenly ring when it hadn't been ringing for hundreds of years?"

I lifted my leg on the table and picked up the phone impatiently, and before I could speak, a familiar voice came from the other side, "Xiao Nuo, I'm in trouble again." Do you have any money to lend me some now. ā€

As soon as I heard it, I knew what was going on, "Second donkey, did you break people again?" You're about to graduate, can you change your mistakes, whoever knocks you to death in these years can kill you, not to mention your death in the war. Go ahead! How much does it cost? ā€

"Twelve thousand dollars!" Said embarrassedly.

As soon as I heard that there was so much money, the watermelon that was still chewing in my mouth spit out all at once, ", this is my salary for a month and a half." What kind of people do donkeys make, and how much medical expenses do they have to spend? ā€

"I didn't fight well, it's just that kid pretending to be B, and he won't be able to punch him down." The other head said scoldingly.

"You practiced martial arts in Shaolin when you were a child, don't think that everyone else is like you. If one day you cripple someone and squat in, I won't be able to save you. By the way, why don't you call my phone? How did you know this number? ā€

"Your phone is turned off, you used to call me with this number and you forgot?"

I thought about it, why didn't I remember this incident, and I didn't have a very good memory, so I said to him: "Okay, I'll call you after work." If there's something to call my phone, this landline is really infiltrating when it rings. ā€

Then I asked about some specific situations and hung up the phone, although I was a little worried about money, but my brother was in trouble and I couldn't help it. He's been my best friend for four years in college.

These two donkeys are the nicknames I gave him, he has a pouty and a hot temper but is very moralistic, so I gave him this nickname. His original name was Zhang Shifu, and nothing else was strong enough to have two skills. When we first met, he said that he was a disciple of the Shaolin Temple when he was a child, and for some reason he was still vulgar. At first I thought he was bragging, and it wasn't until after that incident that I really believed what he said.

In my sophomore year, more than a dozen seniors surrounded us at KTV, insisting that I soaked his horse. This time the loss was settled, and I was thinking about how to find a chance to escape together. Who knew that he was the first to take the lead and directly punched the person in charge. Seeing this, these people were furious and rushed up. How could I be able to compete with so many people, and I was immediately kicked three or four times in the abdomen. When I fell to the ground and came back to my senses, I found that my brother had knocked them all down, and gave them all the painful ghosts to cry wolf. But the second donkey still didn't give up, and continued to kick and beat the senior who fell to the ground, so I had to beat people to death, so I quickly got up and pulled him up. In the end, the students were forced by the obscenity of the second donkey and did not ask for compensation, and the matter passed like this.

In my junior year, I was forced to repeat a grade because the second donkey hung up a lot of subjects, so he became my junior, but this did not affect our relationship. My level of learning is actually similar to his. In the four years of college, we ate and drank and had fun, read novels or play games, and we couldn't get up in bed all day, so our professionalism was rubbish. Fortunately, the teachers all drew some ranges for us before the exam, what about us? Of course, it's not a pre-exam review, or a miniature print of what you always draw in advance the day before the exam, and then make a cheat sheet and wait until the exam to quietly open it and read it. So although I don't know anything, I don't have too many subjects, but the second donkey didn't even bother to play the cheat sheet, and the result is to hang up to repeat the grade.

I majored in archaeology, which was quite unpopular, which doomed me to a miserable resume. The school's job fairs have successively come to some corresponding institutions such as the Cultural Relics Bureau, the Institute of Archaeology, and the Museum. However, there are more monks and less meat, and more than 200 people in the entire department compete for these dozen positions, and even students from other faculties and departments also compete when they hear that they are public institutions, which makes me scold behind their backs.

Because my grades were rubbish, I was a fool of myself when I was writing my resume, and I also made a lot of false certificates at that time. As a result, I really received the interview notice, and after that, HR asked me a few questions, and I answered in a daze, and the result was really signed. At the time, I was so happy, I didn't expect to be able to fool the past with a false certificate. At that time, it caused quite a stir in the whole department, and as a result, many people began to follow my example to apply for false certificates. Later, I found out that it was my father's relationship that allowed me to enter the archaeological site. My dad usually seems to be a very mediocre civil servant, but I didn't expect to have such a relationship, which surprised me.

Another "bell" interrupted my thoughts, and I picked up the phone and said, "What's the matter with the two donkeys?" Do you need to call you now? ā€

"Who are you scolding for being the second donkey?" There was an angry scolding on the other end of the phone.

When I heard this, isn't this Director Wang's voice, I was shocked and hurriedly laughed and said: "Section Chief Wang misunderstood, there was a kid who kept making harassing phone calls just now, and I said that I was in a hurry, and you can support the boat in your belly, how can you be as knowledgeable as this little person?" What do you command? ā€

"The stinky boy still has some eyes, and an ancient tomb has been found in Anyang City, Henan. The province has already issued a document ordering us to rush to Anyang City immediately to carry out archaeological work. Hurry up and pack up and leave early tomorrow morning. ā€

When I heard this, I immediately frowned, this archaeology is not an easy job. I'm just an employee who has just been in for less than a year, and I don't know how long it will take to get there, so I don't know how long it will take. Although I didn't want to go, I had to be very positive on the other end of the phone.

When I hung up the phone, I began to feel uneasy, and I wanted to find something to do, as if I had lost my soul. I tried to calm down and went to fetch money for the second donkey.

The next day, more than 20 members of our archaeological team hurriedly boarded the plane to Anyang City. I myself had a problem with sleepiness as soon as I got on the transport, so I fell asleep as soon as I got on the plane. In the drowsiness, I suddenly felt something choking my throat, I opened my eyes suddenly, only to see that Wang Chang's face was leaking hideous, and insects were drilling out of his skin from time to time, and the hands that locked my neck had been gnawed by insects to the bones, and his mouth kept muttering and dying. I was so frightened that my heart was instantly paralyzed, and I instinctively tried to use my hands to tear off the bones that were left, only to find that I couldn't even move a finger. I turned my attention to the others for help, only to find that they were all looking at me with a strange smile and pointing their fingers at me and laughing. Confusion, fear, and helplessness were intertwined in my mind, and my consciousness gradually blurred, and I couldn't imagine that I would end up like this in the end.

Just when I thought it was over, I felt a hand keep pounding on my face, and I woke up suddenly, gasping for breath, it turned out that everything that had just happened was a dream.

"Xiao Xiao, have you eased up?" My colleague sitting next to me said with concern.

"It's fine, just a little uncomfortable." I secretly scolded that this time I was embarrassed and embarrassed, others must have thought that I was frightened by this archaeological operation, and it was a nightmare to dream, and I couldn't explain at this time that Lao Tzu was not afraid of any ancient tombs, so I could only hold back.

Sure enough, a colleague sitting in front of me teased: "Xiao Xiao! Don't be afraid, if there are any cows, ghosts, gods and snakes in the ancient tomb, I will block it for you, let me tell you, I have killed a lot of zongzi in archaeology for so many years! ā€

Everyone present burst out laughing when they heard this. I can only blush at this time, I really hope that this archaeology will come out of something unclean and scare him to death.

"Give me less, we are all materialists who work for the country, and we will not make such jokes in such public places in the future!"

I was shocked, Director Wang's style this time was a little different from the past, I didn't expect that the usually indecent old guy could say such a thing. The people present looked at each other, but no one said a word, and quietly got busy with their own affairs.

"This style of painting is a little different from usual, how can these guys listen to Section Chief Wang so obediently."

Although I had the slightest doubt in my heart, I didn't take it too seriously. It's just a bastard life these days, and when the sky falls, there are no shoulder-high people to carry it.

In this way, we took the plane and calmly arrived in Anyang City. When I arrived at the exit, I looked at the people who came to pick me up. The leader of the team who picked up the airport was an old man over 70 years old, wearing a Mao suit, and at first glance he was the kind of old cadre, and it seemed that the two were quite familiar with each other from their conversation.

"Brother Lin, who is the old man in the tunic suit, how do you feel quite magnificent?" I asked curiously.

"That person, surnamed Yang, is known as "Eight-armed Nezha", and he is a well-known big man in our archaeological community! His father was an old revolutionary, who made great contributions from Jinggangshan to the end of liberation. He inherited his father's ruthlessness, and in the counterattack against Vietnam, he killed the enemy and abandoned his armor, and was known as the "eight-armed Nezha". Who knew that after the end of the war, he took the initiative to resign from his official position and start archaeological work, which is incomprehensible. Let me tell you, this tomb after the 80s was discovered and excavated by his old man, and he has made a great contribution to the protection of national cultural relics. Brother Ringo whispered in my ear.

As soon as I heard this, I would have to find a chance to take a picture with him or something. When the time comes, let's also post a circle of friends to show off.

Immediately after that, the old man whispered something in Director Wang's ear, and Section Chief Wang immediately tightened his eyebrows.

"Let's go, get in the car, let's go directly to Xigaoxue Village." Director Wang said urgingly.

When I heard it, I had to take a picture. There won't even be time to eat. Afterwards, our group did not stop in Anyang City at all, and directly got on the bus and rushed to Xigaoxue Village in Anfeng Township.

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