"Nonsense! You are obviously fabricating history! Glorify the bandits! Even in our most chaotic times, our intellectuals and folklorists have struggled to preserve historical artifacts! The current Dunhuang is the proof! ”

The boy couldn't help but argue with reason, but the guide was not ready to say much to him, today's Chinese faces are often at the bottom of the chain of contempt in the world.

There is no right to speak at all.

They are the ancestors of modern culture in Europe, so what they say, what is the truth.

Since it is the truth, it only needs to be proposed, and there is no need to argue, so the teenager was immediately taken away by the security guards for disturbing the order and kicked out of the museum.

The boy sat in the square, tears falling uncontrollably, and he couldn't stop it.

He took off his glasses and wiped away his tears for a while, and finally he couldn't help but fall on his lap, and his shoulders trembled violently.

"Men don't flick when they have tears."

The boy's shoulder was held down by a large hand.

The young man raised his head and found a tall man sitting next to him, his left sleeve was empty, listening to him speak Chinese, it seemed that he was also a compatriot here.

"That's not where the heart is broken. I've been suffering for two years, and I thought I was used to it. These goblins are too bullying. ”

The man handed over a tissue, and the boy took it and blew his nose: "Thank you." ”

But he found that the man was staring at his eyebrows, and the young man reached out and touched his eyebrows, and he had a small birthmark there, which he was born with, like a small sword.

"What's your name?" The man asked.

The young man was stunned for a moment and said, "My name is Di Mingqi." ”

"Dimminch." The man read it silently, then suddenly smiled, and stretched out his finger to the center of Di Mingqi's eyebrows, "Di Mingqi, we will see you again." ”

Di Mingqi was caught off guard by a finger, and the whole person was like being struck by lightning, and his brain was blank.

When he came back to his senses, he found that the mysterious man was gone.

He rubbed his head, and suddenly felt strange pieces of knowledge welling up from his memory.

He subconsciously recited a spell, and suddenly felt a trace of invisible power around him pour in from his Heavenly Spirit Cover, converging in his heart.

He couldn't help but feel the urge to yell, kick, punch, and vent.

He hurriedly stopped chanting, his face was shocked, what had just happened was too weird.

The mysterious man said that they would meet again, and the next time they met him, they would be sure to ask what was going on.

Wang Zhuo's figure reappears in the British Museum.

He didn't expect to come here this time, and he actually met the reincarnation of Xiahouwei, he and Xiahouwei had a promise to accept apprentices, and they did not deliberately look for it but naturally reunited.

It's a pity that this matter is just an accident, but the trace of Qingqi that Wang Zhuo is mainly looking for is hidden, and he can't find it anyway.

But he's pretty sure it's from the British Museum.

Wang Zhuo looked at the exhibits, but found no clear air, and thought that most of the things were hidden in a secret room.

Now that there were many people in the daytime, he retreated to the corner, found a place to sit down on the steps, and prepared to turn it over again in the evening.

But he said that the locomotive boy on the other side parked the car in front of an apartment.

He took the elevator to the 7th floor with a small bag, which was a large flat floor, and when he pressed the combination lock to enter, he heard a thumping sound coming from inside.

He shouted in Cantonese, "Big guy, do you want to get you a bottle of energy drink?" ”

A male voice came from the room: "Wait a minute, you'll be fine!" ”

After ten minutes, a big strong nose walked in the room, he was extremely muscular, wearing a white vest, and covered in sweat.

Behind him came a white man, also very strong, with a pair of boxing gloves on his shoulders: "Jack, I'll go first, we'll fight again." ”

Jack bumped his fist with him: "See Tom later." ”

Jack relaxed his muscles and asked Liangzai, "Did my little sister get something?" ”

Liang Zai said: "You are a well-known star, aren't you afraid of revealing your stuffing?" ”

Jack said, "Don't worry. It was a good friend of mine who I worked with in the UK, and we were very strict with each other. And no one would associate an actor with an international antiquities thief. ”

He took the small bag to the study, reached out and turned the globe on the table back and forth a few times according to a certain pattern, only to hear a click, the bookshelf slowly moved away, and a machine appeared behind it.

Jack takes a small part out of his bag and mounts it onto the machine, which lights up with a flashing green light.

After a while, he spit out two magnetic cards.

Jack kept one for himself, and handed the other one to Pretty Boy.

"Where's the little sister?"

"It's none of her business, the children can just watch the house at home."

Pretty boy was speechless: "But you promised her, right?" ”

Jack said: "I promised her dead brother to let her be an ordinary person, and it is already my breach of trust to let her participate in the plan, and I can't let her enter the most dangerous step." ”

"Trust me, she's going to make trouble."

"Then it's up to you to shake her, Ah Zhan."

When Di Mingqi returned home, his home was a fried noodle restaurant in London's Chinatown, and there was not even a canteen, so a few tables and chairs were set up outside, and they were basically take-out sales.

When the Chinese went to foreign countries, they basically lived by doing this kind of cheap business, and only a few people could blend into the superstructure.

"I'm back." Di Mingqi took off his coat and threw it into the cabinet, and walked into the hot kitchen without waiting for his parents to answer.

"Put your hat on, or your hair will fall in and you will be blackmailed." Di Mingqi's mother reminded.

Di Mingqi put on his kitchen hat, took the kitchen knife handed by his mother, and cut it on the board.

Di Mingqi, who used to work in the kitchen for a long time, would be in a trance because of the stuffy heat, and Di Mingqi did a very different job today.

Not only is the knife fast and accurate, and the ingredients in hand are quickly cut out of the silk with almost the same length and width, but also the heart is like water, which seems to eliminate all the irritability in the kitchen.

"Archie, are the three wires cut well?" Dipa shouted.

"That's it!" Di Mingqi put the three filaments into the basket and handed them over.

"Enlightened today, moving so fast?" Di's father praised it.

In the past, Di Mingqi was slow with his hands and feet, so he would urge in advance, but he didn't expect to have it today.

"Abba, there are so many people queuing up outside, why don't you open a stove again?"

"Your mother is not feeling well today, and she can't stir up."

"Then I'll fry it!"

"You're coming? You can't even shake the pot, don't smash our sign. ”

"Don't worry!"

Di Mingqi's mind is now clearer than ever, and Di Dad's action of fried noodles seems to be engraved in his mind.

He skillfully lit the fire, poured the oil, grabbed the ingredients into the pot according to Di's steps, and stir-fried them violently.

Within a few minutes, several servings of steamy fried noodles were out of the pot.

He shouted, "Mom! The noodles are ready! ”

"Are you okay with what you're doing?"

Di Ma, who was at the cashier, picked up a copy and took a bite in disbelief, and she couldn't help but be stunned just after eating.

"Dewey, your son's cooking is even better than yours!"