I, the scholar and Lao Xu originally wanted to recover from their injuries and set off back to Zhengzhou, but they couldn't resist the hospitality of Mr. Cao and the continuous retention of Linglong, so day after day, they actually lived in Xi'an for nearly a month.

I don't know whether it's intentional or not, Linglong comes to me when she has nothing to do, sometimes I listen to the story of my time when she was typing code in Beijing, and sometimes I listen to her naughty things when she was a child, and her life is happy.

Lao Xu either talked about antique cultural relics with Mr. Cao every day, or went to the countryside to collect "rags" in the people's homes, and all the genuine cultural relics he bought were donated to the Cultural Relics Protection Institute, which provoked scholars to scold him for being a loser.

Later, the scholar was fortunate to be out of sight and out of mind, but he didn't worry about Lao Xu's salary, so he went to hook up with the little nurse in the Cao family hospital named Liu Qing. Kissing and loving every day, he also told us confidently that it was for work, and he couldn't explain it to the society if he didn't get a decent documentary report for so long.

In a blink of an eye, at the end of March, the newspaper was urging tightly, and although the scholar was reluctant to leave Liu Qing, he still missed his job. had no choice but to comfort Liu Qing in a gentle voice, and swore that he would pick up Liu Qing when he returned to Zhengzhou to arrange arrangements. Liu Qing then agreed to let the scholar go.

Needless to say, Mr. Cao naturally arranged a large table of delicacies, let Linglong, Shunli brothers and several Cao family figures accompany him, and also opened a small altar of "daughter red" that is said to be buried in the wine cellar during the full moon of Linglong to give us food. Everyone ate delicious food, drank and talked happily, but it was also lively. It's just that when I toasted and said goodbye to Old Man Cao, Linglong actually burst into tears.

When the scholar saw it, he pulled my clothes under the table and whispered: "Mr. Xia, look, the Sprinkle family has already said that Linglong, this little girl, has taken a fancy to you." You didn't believe it then, but what happens now? Tsk, the Sprinkle family advises you to stay here and be a door-to-door son-in-law! Ahaha..."

I squeezed the scholar's thigh hard, and it hurt so much that this guy squeezed his eyebrows and eyes, and it was not easy to show it, so he could only endure it secretly.

For Linglong, I regarded her as a friend of the fourth master at first, but the chieftain tribe made me have a great change in my impression of her. Originally, I thought she was the kind of willful, brutal, and pungent girl, but I didn't expect her bravery, strength, love for her subordinates, and respect for the elders of the family, rubbed in the eccentric elves and uprightness, which made people love her. It's just that I'm a dick man who has nothing to achieve, and she is the pearl of a hero's palm, this is not the right door, I can't afford it. So, I kept reminding myself in my mind that there was a gap between me and her that it was difficult to overcome.

I thought that Mr. Cao would say something, or break through this layer, or entrust Linglong to me on the spot like in the movie. Unexpectedly, he just touched the snuffbox in his hand and didn't say anything, but raised his wine glass and toasted Lao Xu, which also dragged the fork over.

Although it relieved my embarrassment, a trace of regret secretly rose in my heart. I secretly glanced at Linglong, but I didn't expect her to glance at me too. Looking at each other, each with its own intentions, my eyes fled as if I had done something sorry for her. I seemed to hear a small sigh, quietly drowning in the bargain, but deep in my heart......

I had to use wine to hide my embarrassment, put away my distractions, and mingle with everyone one by one. I don't know if it's because of the wine or the bad mood, but in short, I quickly got drunk and got drunk.

Sleep until dawn. There is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, and it is always necessary to go.

The next day, the three of us flew back to Zhengzhou, and the Shunli brothers came to see us off on behalf of Mr. Cao, and Liu Qing also followed. But I kept looking at the vast sea of hurried travelers, but I never saw Linglong.

Maybe she made up her mind to forget me......

The days always go on, just like the sun every day, from east to west, sunrise and sunset. More than half a month has passed since I returned to Zhengzhou from Xi'an.

During this time, the scholar was very "busy", just came back for a few days was good, went to the newspaper every day, pulled the editor-in-chief to make a mess, said that he accompanied the archaeological team to Xi'an to study the subject of cultural relics, and also took out a "Survey Report on the Preservation Status and Circulation Channels of Rural Cultural Relics in Northwest China" that I didn't know where to go, so that the leaders of the newspaper were very satisfied, not only reimbursed a large amount of travel expenses to the scholar, but also praised this guy at the general meeting of the unit, and called on all colleagues to learn from him. When the commendation meeting came back, the scholar was full of spring breeze, and he described it with oil and vinegar, which made Lao Xu keep shaking his head and sighing all the time, "The river is going down, the river is going down!" The scholar was not ashamed but proud, shook his head in the newspaper office for a few days, and then found a reason to go to the countryside to investigate, did not go to work, ran to Luo Blind Man's nonsense every day, and at night nested in the quilt and flirted with Liu Qing on the phone.

Lao Xu was really busy, holding a notebook, constantly sketching and drawing, sometimes sitting in front of the computer for a day, sometimes talking on the phone for half a night, and constantly studying and analyzing the archaeological discoveries of this trip to the chieftain tribe. Although Lao Xu is sometimes very serious, after all, he is a scholar in the United States, and his mind is relatively open-minded, and this operation has made each of us realize that the "ultimate secret" can be very important and weird. Therefore, although Lao Xu kept asking friends in the archaeological field to help him study some of the murals and clues we encountered, Lao Xu was tight-lipped about the sources and ways and our experience. I think sometimes Lao Xu's life is perfect, he can do what he likes, and the various experiences in his life journey are exactly in line with his hobbies. It's a blessing.

I don't have a scholar's good eloquence, nor do I have the pursuit of life like Lao Xu, every day is to nest on the sofa to read books, in a daze, occasionally reminiscing about those dreams like a dream, but every time I think of Linglong, my mind suddenly becomes blank again. I had to shake my head vigorously and force myself to stop thinking nonsense.

The May Day holiday is here. On this day, I was playing games on the computer, and when it was almost noon, I felt that I was really bored, and I felt uncomfortable, so I went out to the blind man's hut to kill time.

Sure enough, the scholar was here, sitting at the table in the hall with the blind man. There were four or five small plates on the table, but some cooked food such as sauced meat and smoked chicken, and the two of them were drinking. When the blind man saw me, he was very enthusiastic, and quickly got up, grabbed my hand, and smiled: "When I got up early in the morning, I saw two big magpies falling on the wall. If you count it this way, there will be two distinguished guests visiting today. Looking forward to waiting, I saw the eldest brother of the scholar, I told him just now, and drink slowly, someone has to come. Look, isn't Brother Xia Nan here? ”

Looking at the fortune teller is a warlock in the rivers and lakes, doing this business for a living, seeing a lot of people, slowly becoming oily and refined, seeing people talking about people, and talking nonsense when he sees ghosts. I didn't bother with Luo Blind, so I nodded and took my seat. The scholar had already taken out a wine glass from the cabinet next to him, and while pouring the wine, he said to me with a smile: "In the morning, I also called you to come out to bask in the sun, so as not to get moldy, and you hummed and didn't get up." Why are you here now? ”

"Banren, don't talk to me here. Didn't you kid say that you went to the countryside to investigate, and drinking is your research? "I turned back.

"Okay, Mr. Xia, the Sprinkle family is in a trench with you, so let's not engage in infighting. Come and have a drink. By the way, Luo Blind, where did our brothers come from? After this cup, you will listen to the Sprinkler tell you..."

While I was drinking, I listened to the two of them bragging. To say that the scholar is worthy of being a tabloid reporter, telling Luo Blind about our experience is as if we went to the west to learn scriptures. Luo Blind is also a good person, listening to the scholar's ramblings, he was simply fascinated, while holding a goatee, while smacking, I don't know if it was because the glass of wine he just drank was good or what the scholar said fascinated him.

The scholar added fuel and vinegar to the experience of us all the way from the tomb of the old man of Yunmeng Mountain to the ruins of the ancient tribe of the chieftain, picking up the irrelevant parts and telling the blind man. The scholar spoke wonderfully, and Luo Blind is not an idle person. When the scholar talked about the Bai patriarch using ghost language to communicate with the half-dead man, Luo Blind's face changed, and he screamed "ah".

"Fuck, Luo Blind, you fucking want to scare the Sprinkle family to death? I'm here to tell you about our adventures, what are you? The scholar was defenseless, and was really startled by Luo Blind, and the wine glasses were spilled, which made the scholar a stomach full of wine.

"Brother scholar, it's my fault, it's my fault" Luo Blind looked very embarrassed, and quickly got up and took the toilet paper to wipe the wine on the scholar's clothes. Seeing that the scholar's gloom decreased slightly, Luo Blind got up again and refilled the scholar's wine glass, and then continued: "Lao Dao is also a person who has seen the world, and he shouldn't be so out of shape. It was only when I heard the scholar say that the Bai patriarch was talking to Ming Tu in ghost language that I was taken aback. ”

"What's surprising about that. At that time, the Bai patriarch whispered nonsense, not to mention Mr. Xia and the Sprinkle family, even Lao Xu, and even Fourth Master Long didn't understand. Later, after destroying the monster of Ming Tu, the Bai patriarch told us that he was talking about ghosts. Isn't this nonsense, he can't understand it even if it's a human being. The scholar said.

"Big brother, you don't know about this, Patriarch Bai shouldn't be talking nonsense. There are really ghost words in this world. I heard the master and his old man say that the ghost language was originally passed down by our Taoist ancestor and was specially used to deal with ghosts, but later because of the old age, the chaos of the mortal world, and the obscurity of the ghost language, there were very few people who really knew it later. My master will have some, but his old man left in a hurry, and he didn't have time to pass it on to me. ”

"Well, that's not surprising. Respecting the master is also a master of the Tao, and he has traveled all over the world, and he has seen a lot of things, so it is possible to know these. After all, you are also Taoist disciples. "I don't think there's any need for Blind Luo to lie about this.

"Brother scholar, come, let's take another sip of our brothers, and you can continue to talk about it." Seeing that we all recognized him, Luo was even proud, and he frequently persuaded him to drink.