According to the information they received, after the death of his wife three years ago, Mr. Song lived with his son.

His own ancestral home is in the south, and in response to the country's call to "support the great northwest", he came to Wuwei and has been working as a primary school teacher, teaching Chinese.

Later, his colleagues who came with him were all transferred back to the south.

He himself stayed, and it can be said that Mr. Song spent his life's hard work and sweat on the land of the great northwest.

This time, Lin Yi and the others also came to talk to the old man in the name of the editorial department.

When I arrived, it happened to be a weekday, and my sons and grandchildren were not at home, so Mr. Song took care of the flowers and plants he planted by himself.

The heating in the northwest had now begun, and the tall and thin old man, wearing only a shirt and a woolen vest, welcomed them into the house.

"I didn't expect that the manuscript I posted decades ago is still being followed."

As he spoke, Teacher Song turned around and brought one of them a cup of three forts.

From the emotions in his words, he could hear that he was very happy about the arrival of these people in his heart.

Put on your glasses and take out the manuscript from the pre-prepared bookcase.

The same manuscript paper is held in large black iron clips.

It is also carefully stitched and bound with cotton thread.

The outside is made of kraft paper to make a cover, with four strong big characters, which seem to be also from the old man's hand: "The Biography of Yuwen Rui".

Lin Yi took the manuscript with both hands.

Over time, the paper has become a little yellowed and brittle.

Flipping through the cover and looking at the table of contents, Lin Yi probably knew what to expect, turned around and handed the manuscript to Bai Lu.

He hugged the cup and chatted with Teacher Song.

"The purpose of our visit, the publishing house should have communicated with you, we want to talk to you, why did we think of writing a biography of such a historical figure?"

"Actually, I wrote some of my personal thoughts in the final notes of the manuscript, which may not have been noticed by the leaders at the time.

It was also because of some coincidence that after I retired, I made a call to my old classmates to help me collect some books in the south and mail them over, and I wanted to build a small library for the elementary school where I taught back then.

My classmates were also very supportive, sending thousands of books, all types of books, and I was involved in the classification of these books, and I accidentally found a manuscript that had not been completed by my predecessors. ”

As he spoke, the old man turned around and took out another notebook from the bookcase, with a more ancient paper color.

There is no cover, and judging by the break in the binding, it seems that half of it has been torn off.

The contents are all written in pen and handwriting, and the handwriting is very sloppy.

"It's this one, you see, from here, some deeds related to Yu Wenrui are recorded."

Lin Yi took the notebook, and a strange smell of potion entered his nose.

This smell is different from the smell of moldy paper, and it is not the smell of ink.

Perhaps it was the smell of the bookbox, in the early years, because of the fear that the paper books would be gnawed by insects and ants, the bookbox would be fumigated with sulfur.

I took half of the notebook in my hand and looked at the contents of it.

It is indeed some records of the relevant information of Yu Wenrui.

The sources are varied, including but not limited to various wild histories and folklore.

For example, he once introduced the irrigation farm tools made by Ma Jun, a famous inventor in the Wei and Jin dynasties, into the Hexi Corridor.

It has also introduced various advanced production experiences into the Hetao area.

In addition, music theory, art, religion and other aspects are widely disseminated among the people.

Almost everything in production and life.

Much of the content recorded in this yellowed notebook is no longer available, which is the main reason why Mr. Song's book was not published in the end.

"Let me guess if you think that the things that Yu Wenrui did in the Hetao area back then have many similarities with what you have done for decades here, which has caused some resonance, so I thought about improving and modifying the content of this half of the notes."

Teacher Song did not deny it either.

"Seriously, most of the people who came with me back then went back, and the treatment was very good.

My wife complained a little about me at the time, and she beat me every once in a while.

But I feel like I've fulfilled my life value here, and I think that's enough.

Later, I also got some inspiration from studying Yu Wenrui, and I felt that the two of us could make friends."

"Poof!"

Wang Qiang didn't hold back, and a mouthful of water squirted out directly.

"It's hot, the water in this longan is really hot."

Lin Yi glanced at him.

"I was also scalded several times when I first got here, so you wait for me to get the towel."

Teacher Song turned around and went to the bathroom.

"What's the matter with you, spray when you hear something?"

"God! Is the old man stunned, and he is still involved in divine friends. ”

"Actually, it's quite in line with his situation, Yu Wenrui is a descendant of the declining royal family, his brother is a high-ranking official in Chang'an, he was placed in the frontier, rooted here all his life, and was driven to live on the edge of the desert by the Yang family.

From the content of these manuscripts, it can be seen that Yu Wenrui has at least realized his life ambitions, and it is not wrong for Mr. Song to say that he has a good relationship with him. ”

"Divine Friendship, that's what it means? I thought "

"Put away your dirty thoughts!"

"Big brother, there seems to be something wrong with this note, you see."

The half of the notebook was circulated to Qian Sheng, and he flipped through it and realized what the problem was.

"After each line of the pen is written, the next line is written, and then another line is written. And there's a smell on the paper. ”

"I smelled it just now, and I thought it was the smell in the bookcase."

"No, these blank spaces, the paper is more brittle, and there are bulges, which is a sign that the paper has been dried after it has seen water.

This smell is like a kind of mixed invisible ink, and the words written with this ink are not visible under normal circumstances."

While he was talking, Mr. Song came out of the bathroom with a brand new towel in his hand.

"Wipe your body quickly, the room is warm, and it will dry in a while. Shall I refill some water for you? ”

Lin Yi was just about to speak, and received a message from Wu Jingshan on his mobile phone, a series of WeChat reminders, and he didn't have time to click on the content, it seemed that there should be something new to discover.

"No need Teacher Song, we have some things to deal with temporarily. Your book, we feel it can be on the publishing agenda. ”

"Really? That's great! You can bring this manuscript and this half of my notebook, my eyes are not good now, and my memory is not as good as before, and if I revise it, it will take too much time, so I have to trouble you. (End of chapter)