Don't pretend, anchor, I've seen you touch the golden talisman!

According to the information they received, Teacher Song lived with his son after his wife passed away three years ago.

His ancestral home is from the south. He responded to the country's call to "support the Northwest" and came to Wuwei. He has been working as a primary school teacher, teaching Chinese.

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

But he himself stayed. It can be said that Teacher Song spent all his life's hard work and sweat on the land of the Northwest.

This time, Lin Yi and the others also came to chat with the old man under the guise of the editorial department.

When I arrived, it happened to be a working day, and my son and grandson were not at home, so Teacher Song took care of the flowers and plants he planted alone.

Heating has now started in the northwest region. The tall and thin old man, wearing only a shirt and woolen vest, welcomed them into the house.

“I didn’t expect that people would still pay attention to the articles I published decades ago.”

As he spoke, Teacher Song turned around and brought each of them a cup of San Pao Tai.

It could be heard from the emotion in his words that he was very happy in his heart for the arrival of these people.

Put on your glasses and take out the manuscript of that year from the book box prepared in advance.

The same manuscript paper is clamped with large black iron clips.

The top is also carefully sewn and bound with cotton thread.

There was a cover made of kraft paper on the outside, with four powerful characters, which seemed to have been written by an old man: "The Biography of Yuwen Rui".

Lin Yi took the manuscript with both hands.

Over time, the paper has turned yellow and brittle.

After opening the cover and looking at the table of contents, Lin Yi had a rough idea. He turned around and handed the manuscript to Bai Lu and the others.

He held the cup and chatted with Teacher Song.

"The publisher should have already communicated the purpose of our visit to you. We just want to talk to you. Why did you think of writing a biography of such a historical figure?"

“Actually, I wrote some of my personal thoughts in the notes at the end of the manuscript, but maybe the leader didn’t notice it at the time.

It was also by chance that after I retired, I launched a call to my old classmates, asking them to help me collect some books in the south and mail them over. I wanted to build a small library for the primary school where I taught.

My classmates were also very supportive and sent thousands of books of all genres. While participating in the classification of these books, I accidentally discovered a manuscript that had not been completed by predecessors. "

As he said that, the old man turned around and took out another notebook with an older paper color from the book box.

There is no cover. Judging from the fracture in the binding, it seems that it has been torn off in half.

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

"This is it. You see, starting from here, some deeds related to Yu Wenrui are recorded."

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

This smell is different from the smell of moldy paper, let alone the smell of ink.

Perhaps it's the smell of book boxes. In the early years, book boxes were fumigated with sulfur because they were afraid that paper books would be eaten by insects and ants.

He held half of the notebook in his hand and briefly looked through the contents.

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

The sources are diverse, including but not limited to various unofficial histories and folklore.

For example, it is said that he once introduced the "overturned" irrigation farm tools made by Ma Jun, a famous inventor in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, to the Hexi Corridor.

Various advanced production experiences have also been introduced into the Hetao area.In addition, music theory, art, religion and other aspects are also widely disseminated among the people.

Almost everything in production and life is included.

Many of the contents recorded in this yellowed notebook are no longer testable, which is the main reason why Teacher Song's book was ultimately not published.

"Let me guess, do you think that what Yu Wenrui did in the Hetao area back then has many similarities with what you have been doing for decades and have aroused some resonance, so you thought of putting this The content in half of the notes has been improved and revised."

Teacher Song did not deny it.

“To be honest, most of the people who came with me back then have gone back, and their treatment is very good.

My wife complained about me at the time and scolded me every now and then.

But I feel that I have realized the value of my life here, and I feel that this is enough.

Later, I also got some inspiration from studying Yu Wenrui, and I felt that the two of us could have a close connection."

"Pfft!"

Wang Qiang couldn't hold it back and spurted out a mouthful of water.

"It's hot. The water inside this longan is really hot when you bite it open."

Lin Yi glanced at him.

"I was burned several times when I first got here. Please wait while I get a towel."

Teacher Song turned around and went to the bathroom.

"What's the matter with you? You sprayed when you heard something?"

"God's friend! Is the old man crazy? He still involves God's friend."

"Actually, it fits his situation quite well. Yu Wenrui is a descendant of a declining royal family. His brother is a high-ranking official in Chang'an. He was placed in the border area and stayed here all his life. He was also driven by the Yang family to live on the edge of the desert.

It can be seen from the contents of these manuscripts that Yu Wenrui at least achieved his life ambitions. It is not wrong for Teacher Song to say that he has a spiritual friendship with him. "

"Godly friendship, that's what it means? I thought"

"Put away your dirty thoughts!"

"Brother, there seems to be something wrong with this note. Take a look."

The half of the notebook was circulated to Qian Sheng. He looked through it and realized there was a problem.

"After writing each line of writing with this pen, write another line after another line. And there is a smell on this paper."

"I smelled it just now, and thought it was the smell from the book box."

"No, in these blank areas, the paper is more brittle and there are bulges. This is a sign that the paper has been dried after it has been exposed to water.

This smell seems to be a blended invisible ink. The writing written with this ink cannot be seen under normal circumstances.”

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

"Quickly wipe yourself, the room is warm, and it will dry up in a while. Can I give you some more water?"

Just as Lin Yi was about to speak, he received a message from Wu Jingshan on his phone. A series of WeChat reminders. He didn't have time to click on the content. It seemed that he had made some new discoveries.

"No need, Teacher Song. We have something to deal with temporarily. We think your book can be put on the publishing agenda."

"Really? That's great! Bring this manuscript and half of my notebooks with you. My eyesight is not good now, and my memory is not as good as before. It will take too much time to revise, so I will have to trouble you." ( End of this chapter)