not good, immortal

Chapter 91 Diary
"Cough cough."

The old man coughed twice beside him.

He thought to himself that the cold and handsome guy is indeed a man, but he still can't walk when he sees the pretty girl, so he said:
"Do you want to get your things? They are so far away, and you still have to take a plane to pick them up. Although it is an orphan, it is important, but it is very safe to send it with the wind now..."

"want."

Lu Gui ended his tirade.

Feng He seems to understand a little bit why this little Lu Langjun has always been concise and to the point.

It seems that one of the people around him is a chatterbox?
But what orphan?Very important?
The old man solemnly took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and squatted under the bar counter.

After hearing a "click", he slowly stood up again, holding an antique sandalwood box in his hand, with a few jewel-like decorations embedded on it, which looked very expensive.

Feng He's movement of wiping his hair was half a beat slower.

what is that?
I saw Mr. Lu frowned slightly, and was about to reach out his hand.

The old man hastily covered the box: "The box is a showpiece, not expensive."

After all, he opened the box and took out the contents.

A tattered booklet.

The cover is made of unknown animal skin, and it is tied with a rope in the middle. It doesn't look very complete. The rope and the cover have traces of being burned.

This appearance is not much better than the one that Zhenzhen left for her in the cave.

She didn't recognize the text on it, it looked a bit like Greek letters, but it didn't seem to be.

It is true that even if it is Greek, she doesn't learn much. She just read some of the software, which is far from being able to read books.

Sure enough, I still didn't learn enough and fast enough.

Lu Guizhen took it with great care, looked at the cover seriously, and then turned two pages gently.

It can be seen that the paper is withered and yellowed, the ink color on it sometimes thickens and sometimes fades, and the sound when it is flipped is very clear, as if it can no longer withstand any toss.

He glanced over, then nodded.

"Is it reliable? Can you confirm receipt?"

The old man hugged the box, quite eagerly.

The young man nodded slightly.

Feng He watched him take out his mobile phone and operate it. Soon, there was a sound of gold coins falling into the old man's trouser pocket.

I saw that his eyes were shining brightly, and those eyes were - made money?
"Hey, you guys chat slowly, I'm going upstairs, and a guest rings the bell."

The old man pointed to the bell next to the bar, which was connected to the ceiling by a copper pipe, making perfect use of the principle of sound transmission.

Without waiting for anyone to answer, he said to himself again, "Oh, there won't be any guests in this weather, so just help me lock the door when you leave."

lock the door?How to lock it?Fenghe doesn't understand.

The old man obviously didn't think about teaching, just picked up the box and slipped away.

Sure enough, he is still so greedy for money.

Lu Gui didn't bother to pay attention to him, he just looked down at Feng He.

The girl's clothes were completely dry, her hands were still in the posture of wiping her hair, but her eyes were firmly attracted to the booklet.

Lu Gui shook his head, touched the temperature of the side of the cup again, and then pushed the ginger tea with the cup and saucer in front of her, frowned and said: "From now on, you can't run around in typhoon days."

"Uh-huh!"

Peeping seems to have been discovered?

To avoid embarrassment, Feng He could only nod obediently.

"You are very interested?"

really!Feng He felt a little embarrassed, and simply asked what was on his mind: "What kind of characters are these?"

"Russian, Cyrillic."

"Hmm, it's very similar to Greek writing."

"Yes, the Cyrillic alphabet is derived from the Greek alphabet. According to legend, it was first introduced to the Slavic people by missionaries. Of course, there is another theory, which may be a little more romantic." Lu Gui said, halfway, and suddenly stopped.

Why do I talk so much today?

Feng He didn't know what he was thinking, it sounded very powerful!
Xiaolu Langjun is much more knowledgeable than that professor of carrot and cabbage.

But what is...

"Romantic?" This word seems to have only been seen in idol dramas.

She felt that those dramas seemed a little unreal, so she naturally scoffed at the word, and didn't even have time to check it.

Lu Gui didn't understand her words, but continued:

"Influenced by Greek culture, the nobles of the Eastern Roman Empire have always used Greek characters. Its last princess married into the Russian royal family, and at the same time brought the characters, customs, etc. of the Eastern Roman Empire."

The solemn guard of honor, the lonely beauty, and the deserted homeland.

Although I don't know what clothes the princess wore on her wedding day, Feng He still imagined, "The last princess sounds beautiful."

and many more!

Russia?Which country is Siberia in?

Suddenly, she became more interested: "Can you understand? So this is it?"

"I can understand part of it. This is a diary written by the locals to record the Tunguska explosion."

"The Tunguska explosion on June 1908, 6?!" Feng He was amazed, so there were still witnesses to this battle of gods?
"Yes, you know?" Lu Gui was surprised, girls generally don't care much about these things, right?Xiaohe gave him many surprises.

"Well, I know. It is said to be an unsolved mystery. I have read many theories." I can't tell him that I think it is a battle of gods, right?Feng He could only continue to choose his words carefully, "But I think...it's very mysterious."

"I think so too." Lu Gui agreed.

At present, the most mature theory is the meteorite impact theory.

But there are at least two doubts. First, no meteorite fragments were found near the explosion point, only metal particles condensed together by high temperature;

Second, there are very complete and mature trees growing near the lake formed afterwards. If a huge meteorite falls nearby, it is impossible not to affect the surrounding creatures anyway.

He is also not very clear why human science and technology have developed so far, and they have not conducted a more in-depth scientific investigation on that side of Hubo.

Fenghe was very happy with this answer, it was a magical fate, but, "Aren't you painting? Still studying these?"

"I don't know, I saw it very suddenly, and then I looked for information." This is the truth, and he can't remember the specific reason. Lu Gui asked, "What about you?"

He is indeed very curious.

Studying unsolved mysteries has always been a small hobby.

I never thought that the girl I met on the street would have the same interest.

Feng He pursed his lips, "I also learned about it very suddenly recently."

She really couldn't tell the specific reason, so she could only point to the booklet—

"Do these words mean Tunguska?"

"No, this is my diary when I became a herdsman."

"Oh……"

"This is a diary of a scientist who observed the life of herdsmen nearby." This is the introduction he wrote on it when he bought it online at the time. "Russia was in a period of turmoil when the explosion occurred, and no official scientific expedition team was sent."

No wonder, never covered up, it turns out that there is no need to cover up at all.

Feng He listened carefully, and said without urging: "Quickly see what is written on it?"

"it is good."

Lu Gui opened the diary according to his words, and pushed it towards Feng He.

The title page seems to be scribbled graffiti, the lines are so chaotic that it seems to be possessed, making it impossible to guess what the person who wrote the pen was thinking.

Lu Gui looked at Fenghe.

The girl also seemed to have encountered some difficulty, her delicate facial features squeezed together, and she tilted her head: "I don't understand this either."

"Ah."

He turned a few pages back and said, "The first part is all about the life of the local herdsmen."

"Well...then we won't read it." Feng He wanted to know if there was anything written on it that wasn't on Du Niang.

"Okay." Lu Gui browsed quickly, quickly turning the book to the middle and back.

6 month 30 day.

Here it is, without even needing to confirm it, the original neat writing style has since become frantic.

He read:
"I got up very early today. Although I still have to put on a cashmere blanket when I get out of the tent, the temperature can already be said to be pleasant. Fortunately, it is summer. It is hard to imagine that in other seasons, people here will be more than twenty degrees below zero. Herding sheep in the weather..."

Lu Gui glanced down and froze.

He turned on the translation software and checked that he had not misremembered the words.

"what happened?"

Feng He heard half of it, but found that there was no sound, looked up, and saw Lu Gui looked very puzzled, and asked, "What did he write?"

"He said... I saw God."

　When I was writing, I originally wanted to write notes, but in the end I wrote them all in manuscripts.I was reminded by a friend that a handwritten letter means a handwritten letter, so get rid of it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)