It's weekend again.

It had just rained, and the air was filled with a fresh smell. The surface of the lake was covered with a thin layer of water vapor, and a few wild ducks swam around, making ripples in circles and circles.

Li Dingan held up his mobile phone, first took a picture of the Red Lake, then turned around, and finally aimed at the Wenbo Building behind the shade of the trees.

"See, it's really in Kyoto!"

"Weekend ...... What happened to the weekend? You can't let the poor students get motivated once in a while, can you? ”

"Swear? I'm hairy......"

"Shoot the ducks in the Red Lake...... What else can I shoot...... What, shoot beautiful senior sisters and senior sisters? Family, it's too much......"

The lake is empty, quiet and deep, Li Dingan's voice is very loud, and his body language is very exaggerated.

A few female classmates happened to come over and looked at him in surprise.

"What is this man doing?"

"It's like it's live!"

"Could it be that the one who talks is flowing in is sneaking in from outside the school?"

"There is security at the school gate, and there is surveillance on the campus, so it shouldn't be ......"

"But nothing to do?"

"It may be a working graduate student (on weekends)......"

A couple of girls whispered as they walked, and happened to walk into the camera.

Li Dingan didn't pay attention, looked at the subtitles on the public screen, and subconsciously read it out: "There are female classmates wearing short skirts and white legs...... Where is it? What, look up at ......"

He raised his head suddenly: three girls, two of them were very beautiful, and the other was wearing a short skirt, and she was indeed quite white.

But can this be done nonsense?

He hurriedly covered the camera and smiled apologetically, only to attract four white eyes.

Two of them glared at him, including the one in the short skirt. The other, the prettiest of them all, seemed to be a little curious, but was pulled away by the other two.

"Gone...... At first glance, it's not a serious person......"

The three of them drifted apart, leaving Li Dingan messy in the wind.

Netizens in the live broadcast room laughed crazy: Really, it's the first time someone said that Ang Lee is not a serious person......

"Laughing to death, Li Anzhi was treated as a hooligan......"

"Well deserved...... Who told him not to take us to the antique market? You can shoot as much as you want......"

Li Dingan was helpless: "The exam is coming soon, how can I have that time?" ”

Little expert: "You're so rich, you still go to school and take a Mao test?" Making money is king......"

Nutrition Express: "Yes, there is a dick for learning, as long as you have money and women......"

The more he talked, the more he lost his score, and Li Dingan couldn't stop sighing: "Okay guys, that's all for today, I'm going to read a book......"

He was just about to close the live broadcast room, and Pin Yixuan shook the screen again: "Ang Lee, when do you have time, help me watch a few things?" ”

"Online?"

"If you have time, it's best to come to the Northeast, I have a full package of air tickets, hotels, nightclubs, and the appraisal fee is ......."

Not to mention, there really isn't time.

"It's still online......"

"Row ......"

I drilled into the alley and came out: "Li Anzhi, help me see a few things......"

"Okay, wait for me to plan the time...... Guys, it's really ......."

After saying hello, he put away his phone and walked into the building.

There are only two or three hundred people in the entire Department of Archaeology, Culture and Museums, and today is the weekend, so there are even fewer people, and the building is extremely quiet.

The second floor is quieter, the lights are still dark, the hallway is dim and deep, and the footsteps will even echo when you step on it.

And the temperature is obviously much lower than the outside, which is cool to say if it sounds good, and gloomy to say that it doesn't sound good, and it feels like following up the tomb.

Therefore, it deserves to be the Department of Archaeology......

After stepping through more than a dozen offices and research rooms, Li Ding'an entered the westernmost library.

The place is very large, nearly 500 square meters, like a large banquet hall, but there are not many people, and there are only about a dozen people in the Manchurian Republic. It's also a coincidence that the three female classmates I met by the lake just now are also there. Sitting at the same desk, each with several books in front of them.

Seeing the people coming in, the three girls raised their heads, and after recognizing it was Li Dingan, they couldn't help but look weird.

Originally, I wanted to explain it in the past, but it was just a misunderstanding just now, but seeing this situation, Li Ding'an immediately extinguished his thoughts.

This look doesn't mean that you are a pervert, right?

Forget it, let's read the book......

After registering with the administrator, Li Dingan walked to the bookshelf, pulled out a few materials, and sat in the corner by the window.

"This man followed...... Haha, Luo Ying, I heard him say that he wore a short skirt with big white legs, and he must be talking about you...... It's not going to be tailgating, is it? ”

"Tailgating is also following me, why are you so excited?"

"Didn't you notice that he was actually quite handsome?"

"Spring? Why don't you go say hello and ask him to take you to that corner of the building to communicate? ”

"You're a filthy girl, you have surveillance......"

"Ah, you really want to go?"

It was close, and the voice was not small, Li Dingan heard it clearly, and couldn't help but be stunned.

How long has it been since I've seen a girl who dares to joke like this?

It doesn't seem like it's been too long, but I often see it in college and high school, and there are a lot of people who are bolder than that.

But after graduation, the women I know are more introverted than the other.

Therefore, society is not only a big dye vat, but also a cage, but also a crusher.

No matter how much passion there is, it can't stand the drain, and everyone will put on a mask that they think is decent......

He laughed at himself, took out a pen and paper, and took notes as he read.

"What did he read...... "Chinese Archaeology: Part I", and "Top Two ......"

"It seems to be an undergraduate, either a freshman or a sophomore."

"Wouldn't that be five or six years younger than us?"

"Almost, anyway, the face is quite tender......"

"Shen Jiaqing, can you watch something else?"

"I want to see it, but I can't see it?"

"There's no way to talk about it today......"

"Can you two be quieter, at least quietly...... "the third girl laughed and cried, "people can hear it!" ”

"How is that possible?"

The two girls looked up.

There were only a dozen or so people in the library, most of them looking at the two of them, and the expressions on their faces were very strange.

But the strange thing is that the one who was talked about kept his head down at this time and read quietly.

On the contrary, he was the closest, and he must have heard it unless he was deaf.

Thinking of the words that he teased just now, Shen Jiaqing's face turned red with a "swish": Shame on the dead......

Luo Ying didn't think so: just downstairs, he had to say that he slapped his legs, and he flattened it......

The ears finally calmed down, and Ning Xiu sighed helplessly.

The two roommates are often like this, it is estimated that they were enemies in their previous lives, and they will quarrel when they meet, and they will talk about topics related to men if they can't say more than three sentences, and the more they talk, the more yellow they become.

Twenty-five or sixteen old girls don't have boyfriends yet, so it's actually normal to talk about this.

The people are not bad, and the relationship between the three of them is also very harmonious, but to speak from the heart, it is really noisy.

Sighing, she took a serious look at the book......

Tranquility returned to the library, and little by little, the sun began to set in the west.

Li Ding'an was very devoted, taking notes while reading, mainly recording the places he couldn't understand. He was going to consult Gao Shengdong on Monday.

Fortunately, the usual homework is enough, and there are not many difficulties, and the book is very fast.

Time passed slowly, and before I knew it, there were fewer and fewer people in the library......

It wasn't until there was a quarrel next to him that Li Dingan found out that it was six o'clock.

All that was left in the library was the caretaker and him, and the three girls.

Two of them were arguing, and they happened to be the two who had talked about him before:

"This is the sunline...... I remember very well that the dean specifically mentioned it in his lecture: the circle is spiral, symmetrical from left to right, and there are bands on the tail......"

"Then the swirl pattern is not spiral, the circular pattern is not symmetrical, and the tail is not ribboned?"

"Is it okay to make a difference?"

"Then you're talking about it?"

"If I can tell it, I can still come to the library to look it up?"

"Then what are you trying to do, let you call the dean, and you don't dare?"

"You dare, why don't you fight?"

The more you fight, the louder it becomes, which is similar to a quarrel.

Ning Xiu sighed and pinched her eyebrows helplessly.

It's going to be like this at every turn, and she can't stand it anymore......

In this way, there will definitely be no way to read books, and another library will be closed soon. Li Ding'an stood up, put the two textbooks back, and took out two auxiliary teaching books related to archaeology in the freshman and sophomore years, and prepared to take them home and read them again.

The two girls are still arguing, Li Ding'an can't help whether he wants to listen or not, and he has a rough judgment: what they are arguing about now is "ancient inscriptions", from which it can be seen that these two should be doctoral students in the Department of Archaeology of Xia, Shang and Zhou, and nine times out of ten they are majoring in paleography.

As he passed by, he subconsciously glanced at it.

The two of them are arguing for a picture in their mobile phones, which should be printed on a broken pottery shard, which is indeed spiral-shaped, with a ribbon-like stripe extending out, as if with a tail.

It is estimated that he can't compete with his companions, and his heart is on fire, and the girl in the short skirt gave him a blank look: "You can't understand it?" ”

Ha ha...... He really understands it.

Some time ago, he studied Mongolian porcelain, and in order to find out whether it was a variant of the twig pattern or the arabesque pattern on it, he was about to check and vomit similar information.

Therefore, this is not a sun pattern, a swirl pattern, or a circular pattern, but a totem pattern of ethnic minorities.

"Don't argue, it's a sheep's horn pattern!"

The two girls were stunned in unison, which was quite incredible.

What they learn is ancient characters, can they know the sheep's horn pattern?

Is his thing triangular, or pointed?

Ning Xiu also looked at him in surprise: I remember that he was reading the textbooks of his freshman and sophomore years just now, and the supplementary textbooks for the freshman archaeology course in his hand were also in his hands.

And looking at the face, it looks like an undergraduate.

So how dare he run over and point out?

"This is not a goat horn, nor a sharp horn, but a garlli, is the totem pattern of the Yi people in ancient Liangshan, representing auspiciousness, everything goes well, and the characteristic is 'three circles of spirals, slightly flattened up and down, but symmetrical left and right, and there are ribbon-like tails at the bottom......

In addition to the Yi, the Qiang and Kazakh ethnic groups also have similar sheep's horn totem patterns...... However, the Qiang sheep's horn pattern is a perfect circle and the tail wing is in the circle, while the Kazakh sheep's horn pattern is connected by four patterns and will not be decorated separately......"

The three doctoral students were a little confused: the head of the conversation was the Tao...... Really?

The professor mentioned that all ethnic groups have totem ornaments, but most of them were formed after the Qin and Han dynasties, and they were not within their professional scope, so they had never been exposed to it at all.

"How do you know?"

"I happened to read the relevant materials!"

Li Ding'an thought for a while, and pointed back: "There must be one on the shelf, you ask the administrator, the book "Research on Costumes in the Ancient Sichuan and Chongqing Region" written by Professor Dong Haitao of the National People's Congress, there is information on the horn patterns of the Yi and Qiang peoples, you can check it and find out......"

After speaking, he left, but as soon as he raised his foot, the girl in the short skirt grabbed him: "Senior brother, you wait, don't leave ...... yet"

Then, he instructed his companion, "Shen Jiaqing, you go find the book!" ”

"Why should I go?"

"Do you want to write a dissertation?"

"Oh yes...... I'm going to ......."

Shen Jiaqing quickly ran to the administrator, and the administrator pointed to her, and in just two minutes, she ran over with a book.

Luo Ying and Ning Xiu glanced at it, and their expressions changed again: published in the sixties of the last century, the covers were all white.

Flipping it again, the eyes of the three girls widened: Is there really one?

Not only that, but it is also written very clearly, including the origin, evolution, application history and so on of the totem.

In comparison, it is exactly the same as the one in the phone.

The two glanced at each other, and Luo Ying swiped his mobile phone: "What about this?" ”

Li Ding'an took a look: "I have learned the Hundred Breast Thunder Pattern in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, this is its variant...... See, is there only nipple nails, no oblique squares or lines, but thunder patterns as ground patterns...... This kind of inscription should have started in the Tang Dynasty and was first found in the Qianling Tomb in Shaanxi, when it was always on the stone wall......"

Luo Ying swiped his phone again: "What about this one, is it a variant of the beetle pattern?" ”

"No, this is a lychee vine pattern, hear clearly, there are two words vine behind the lychee, not a lychee pattern...... It is also a coincidence that this ornament also came from the Tang Dynasty and was first found to be engraved on the coffin of Princess Yongtai...... If you look through the "Shaanxi Museum Chronicles", these two inscriptions are recorded, and they should be ...... in the third volume."

Shen Jiaqing was stunned, this time she didn't need Luo Ying's reminder, and trotted to the bookshelf again.

This book is easier to find, and she doesn't have to ask the administrator, and in just a minute, she hugged a few thick books. It's all "SX Provincial Museum Chronicle", and it's all an album.

The third book that Li Ding'an said, they turned to the third book first, opened it and took a look: it was exactly the same as the inscription in the mobile phone, and it was exactly the same as what Li Ding'an said.

At the beginning of the new century, the State Administration of Cultural Heritage and the Shaanxi Museum jointly excavated the imperial tombs of the Tang Dynasty......

Luo Xiu and Shen Jiaqing were not only stunned, but also couldn't stop being disappointed: they also thought that they were lucky enough to find a new inscription in the Xia, Shang and Zhou periods, and they wanted to write a few papers, and it was best to work on a new topic.

If the impact is greater, maybe what award will be awarded, and then the bonus will be secondary, and the first-class museum exhibition institutions in the country will not be chosen by them?

As a result, not only did others study it earlier, but they also got it wrong from the beginning.

But at the same time, they are also extremely curious about Li Dingan.

I happened to have seen it...... It's not so foolish.

The key point is that these inscriptions are not from the same dynasty, nor do they originate from the same people: the first one is the pre-Qin, and the last two are the Tang Dynasty, a difference of nearly 2,000 years......

(End of chapter)