I couldn't help but be a little disappointed with the results of the inquiry, but I didn't give up, and continued to look through the information to find out what the secret door hidden under the earth beacon tower was.

However, after rummaging through the relevant information, I couldn't find out why, there should be a door on the beacon, but it won't open so small, even if it is weathered and damaged for thousands of years, it can only make the beacon itself shrink, and there is no reason to make the door above smaller.

From this, it can be seen that the door itself was built to that size, but the door was only half a person's height and half an arm's length, what was it for? The hoarding of troops and storage was obviously unreasonable, and it was too laborious to get out of that door and go in.

The only explanation is that the door wasn't meant to be used for people to enter or exit at all

I didn't figure it out after thinking about it, and the gate became a mystery that troubled my heart, and later, I found an opportunity to ask an old professor who studied the Great Wall of Inner Mongolia. He had never seen such a low door open on a beacon tower, so I told him my inference, and after listening to my words, the old professor said with a smile, "Naturally, someone can walk, but they can't walk before they die, and they can't do it after death?" Maybe it's really a ghost gate, maybe there's a chance to dig it up and take a look! ”

I smiled and said goodbye to the old professor, this old horseman's worst words made me very uncomfortable, and in my heart I didn't want to connect the secret door with the gods, which was also the sequelae of that incident when I was a child.

The thought that maybe there might be a grudge still hiding in that door made me chill, and my legs and stomach turned straight, where did I get the courage to dig it open and see!

However, in the process of studying the earthen platform, I have learned a lot of other knowledge, especially about the ancient tombs, I have always suspected that the earth platform is under the tomb of the ancients, so, I have read a lot of information books about ancient tombs, not to mention, the information about these ancient tombs is really interesting, for the various anti-theft, anti-destruction records I am particularly interested, throughout the university, I spent on ancient tomb research, cultural relics identification of this study time, far more than my real major. After graduation, he can be regarded as a brick family in this area!

Time flies, and three years have passed in a blink of an eye, and I have successfully faded from a young newborn egg to a qualified old oilman, who will not yell at the flies swimming in the cafeteria meals, and dare to sit cross-legged by the flower bed and buckle my feet to judge the past senior sisters and sisters, and my interest in the secret door under the beacon tower has gradually faded...

I am about to graduate, the pressure of employment is coming, the people in the dormitory are busy going out every day to find a job and submit resumes, and I am the only one who sleeps in bed all day. I have already made up my mind, but I really can't go back to take over my father's shift and go to the construction site as a migrant worker!

At that time, I didn't realize how embarrassing it was for college students to be migrant workers, and there were people who picked up rags and raised pigs after graduating from college, so what was the shame of being a migrant worker!

On this day, I was dreaming of gnawing on the pig's trotters, and before the pig's trotters came and had time to stuff my mouth, I was woken up by the aunt of the building manager with a roar of a Hedong lion, "Room 209, Wang Zilong, there is a letter to get it!" ”

The aunt on this floor is estimated to be a practitioner, with a strong internal atmosphere, roaring on the first floor, and I can hear it clearly on the second floor, and my ears are buzzing

"Zhilu Dao!" I replied loudly as if I was convinced, and the movement was incomparable to that of my aunt, like a sick cat moaning.

I yawned, sat up, removed the droppings from the corners of my eyes, and leaned over the table to reach for a cigarette and light one.

It was summer, and I was too lazy to get dressed, so I put on a big pair of pants, kicked my slippers shirtless, and staggered downstairs with my hair like a bird's nest.

The aunt of the building manager stood on the first floor, facing the stairs, and saw me hanging Erlang down the stairs, holding the letter and greeted me, I was flattered, and hurriedly went to pick it up with both hands. I saw my aunt wave with one hand, dodge my hand to answer the letter, and started training with a light on my head: "You said you!" People are busy looking for jobs and handing out resumes, so you're good! Sleep in the house all day long, you have slept for three years! Mother, I paid you to let you sleep, didn't you? Are you right? Is it right to start yourself? Is it right to start a party? Is that right, call me......"

I listened drowsily, and nodded busily back: "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" I am ashamed of the training of the party and the state, the upbringing of my parents, and the careful teaching of your old age..."

The aunt in charge of the building crackled for a long time, and finally had enough of the addiction of the teaching director, so she stuffed the letter into my hand and let me go upstairs

I took the letter and hugged the head of the mouse, trotted all the way back to the house, locked the door of the house, only then did I let out a sigh, raised the letter in my hand and looked at it, and immediately became happy, the feelings were written by Qu Zhifeng Qu Fat Head!

I couldn't wait to open the letter, and just after reading a few lines, I couldn't help but sigh: This unit is really a revolutionary red furnace for experienced people! Looking at Qu Fattou, who has been a soldier for a few years, not only has he practiced good handwriting, but he also speaks in a crepe! The letter reads:

Brother Zilong, I have been separated for more than three years, and I am very worried about it! I wonder how Brother Long is doing? I'm all right, brother, don't read it!

Last time, Brother Long wrote to mention that I was not seen in the military parade in 99, and asserted that I was lying and playing tricks, which was really wronged by my brother, and I blamed my brother for not explaining, back then, at the time of the parade, I was indeed in the tank phalanx, but because I was busy driving the tank, I didn't have the opportunity to show my face, and Brother Long must not make fun of me again in the future!

Another good news for my brother! Brother, my military service period has arrived, and I am scheduled to be discharged from the army on the 3rd of next month.

After reading the letter on the night of July 15, 2000, my heart was excited, and I couldn't imagine that Qu Zhifeng was about to be demobilized! Qu Fattou was a soldier for a few years, just in time for the 99 military parade, this kid was incorporated into the tank team to pass the ***, I was still stupid at that time staring at the TV for several hours, looking forward to seeing his fat head show his face to the brothers! The results can be imagined...

I picked up the letter and read it carefully, the day Qu Fattou wrote the letter was July 15th, the letter said that he would be discharged from the army and go home on the third of next month, that is, August 3rd, this kid's unit was in Manchuria, and he came back by train for two days! That is, I will be able to see this goods on August 5th!

Thinking that Qu Fattou is also going to be demobilized, this is a happy event! It just so happened that I had just saved my meal card, and I was thinking about going out to have a good meal to celebrate, not to mention holding back in the dormitory for a week, soaking instant noodles every day, and spitting a smell of preservatives!

I cleaned up my rope and hummed a little song downstairs, passing by the communication room, the building manager aunt inside nodded to me, with a teachable expression of Confucianism...

As soon as I got out of the building, I saw a stupid big man in green skin with luggage on his back: "Dude, ask about something!" Is this a history dormitory? ”

When I heard the voice, why did it sound so familiar? Look at the man in front of you again... Fuck me! Isn't that fatty!

"I said Qu fat head! You kid has been on *** for a while, and his vision is good! I don't even know your Grandpa Wang anymore? I forced my excitement and quipped!

As soon as I opened my mouth, Qu Fattou was also stunned, staring at me with small eyes and looking up and down for a long time before yelling: "My day!" Wang Dabai live! Why are you so skinny! Look at the fold on the face! Like a Shar Pei! ”

I laughed dryly and said, "This... It's a long story... Why are you back? Isn't it supposed to be August 5th? The corners of Qu Fattou's mouth twitched when he heard this: "Big brother! My dear brother! It's August 5th! ”

I raised my hand to look at the broken electronic watch, huh? Stop! What a thing! It seems that I have slept in a daze these days!

I felt ashamed, I didn't dare to answer the conversation, went up and hugged the old fat head, and said excitedly: "It's good to come back!" The organization is looking forward to this day! Come back and be a good man! Don't live up to the expectations of the party and the people......"

"Alright, don't live in vain!" The old fat man also hugged me tightly: "Zhilu said that you kid didn't mean to forget the day!" Say nothing! Hurry up and find a restaurant to build! I'm hungry all the way, just waiting for your feast! ”

As soon as I heard this, without saying a word, I took the old fat man's luggage and led him to the best and largest restaurant in the school.