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There was no lingering meaning in the words, but more surprise. Qin Jian turned around with a puzzled look on his face: "What's wrong?"

"What is this?" He Si came to Qin Jian's side, squatted down, and brushed her fingertips on the ground.

"This is..." Qin Jian also stared at He Si's fingertips, and some tiny particles were slipping from her fingers.

"Sand?" He Si sounded suspicious at first, then her voice became firm, "This is sand!"

Qin Jian looked at the place where He Si's fingertips brushed, which was exactly where he had just stood. Of course he knew where the sand came from, but He Si didn't. His facial expression became solemn and he began to look carefully. Recalling what I just saw with my left eye, were there traces of sand and dust in it? Could it be that they were tokens exchanged on the battlefield?

"What's going on with this sand...I didn't notice whether there was any sand in the vision just now. Is this incident related to your past?"

"No." Qin Jian shook his head.

He Si, who didn't know the truth, looked at Qin Jian who was so confident, and felt even more uneasy: "Why."

"This is the sand I brought in."

"you?"

"I just came from the desert."

"Are you from the desert?" He Si repeated this sentence unconsciously, and gradually came back to her senses, "You went to the desert? Have you found the source of the sand in my hallucinations?"

"Not sure yet..."

"Still not sure?" He Si's voice became higher and higher, obviously she had completely figured out the context of the matter, "I wonder where Teacher Qin came from just now?"

"What are you doing out of sight?" He Si's call from Teacher Qin made Qin Jian's scalp numb. He knew he was in the wrong and gently hugged He Si's shoulders to beg for mercy. "It happened suddenly. Fan Yu came after you left last night." I didn’t know the situation clearly. I just said that Director Deng had a friend who wanted to help. When I got to the place, I realized it was a desert. I won’t come to you immediately.”

Qin Jian's words were half true and half false. He Si couldn't find any mistakes and could only ask: "What happened in the desert?"

Qin Jian thought for a while and realized that he was hiding something unintentionally, so he told He He the whole story of going to the Kumtag Desert with Fan Yu, meeting Jun Jiuzi, first hearing about Shaquan Village, meeting the villagers of Shaquan Village, and the drying up of the spring water. Si.

He Si's eyes became brighter and brighter as she listened, and she forgot about what Qin Jian had hidden from her. When she heard the last thing, she asked eagerly: "So you are on your way to Shaquan Village now?"

"Yeah, Fan Yu and the others are probably going to arrive now."

"Then I..." He Si wanted to say that I would go with him, but then she thought of the real purpose of her trip - the digital inheritance of Yincheng Wooden Pagoda, and had to force herself to shake her head, "Then I'll wait for you." information."

"Yes." Seeing He Si's struggle, Qin Jian couldn't hide the smile in his eyes and promised, "You can concentrate on your academic work first. If there are no arrangements for the evening, I will pick you up and go see you together."

"No arrangement!" He Si replied immediately, fearing that Qin Jian would regret it if he was delayed for a second.

"Professor Li didn't arrange a party?"

"No!" After saying this, He Si realized that Qin Jian was teasing her and made a fierce expression.

"Haha, I know." The doting voice still lingered in the house, and the person had already sat on the off-road vehicle with ease.

At this moment, in the desert, the flat ground came to an end, and there was another sand nest ahead. Two off-road vehicles running side by side slowly stopped.Jun Jiuzi glanced at the reflector on the upper right, her heart skipped a beat, and when she looked again, she was so frightened that the steering wheel tilted.

"Hey, what happened!" Fan Yu was startled by the bump, quickly opened his eyes and asked.

"We've arrived." Lao Chaofeng's voice was calm as usual and reached the ears of the two of them. Fan Yu was certain in his heart, but Jun Jiuzi was shocked and doubtful. She simply braked to a stop and turned around solemnly to look at the back seat. go.

Fan Yu clasped his hands in front of his chest and grinned, while Lao Chaofeng leaned on the back of his chair calmly and calmly. They were two complete and clear people.Jun Jiuzi rubbed her eyes again, wondering why she couldn't find the figure of Lao Chaofeng in the rearview mirror just now, but instead saw a young man who didn't look like a real person.

"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the window outside the car. Li Chong had already parked the car and came to the car with several people.

"Let's get out, what are you doing?" Fan Yu said, taking the lead in pushing open the car door and jumping out of the car. Jun Jiuzi no longer dwelled on her mistake just now, looked at Lao Chaofeng again, got out of the car and came to the edge of the sand nest. .

Outside the col, there are still rolling sand dunes, but inside the col, a village suddenly spreads out.The village is small, the houses are low, and the rooms are neatly spaced in rows.In front of and behind the house, dots of greenery are surrounded by the yellow desert. It is weak but also stubborn, like a tough and fearless life, embedded in the endless sea of ​​death.

Facing the scenery in front of her, Jun Jiuzi was already calm. Qin Jian was always calm, but Fan Yu still couldn't help but marvel.

"Where is the sand spring you mentioned?"

"At the back of the village."

Li Chong took the initiative to answer with a good attitude. Fan Yu raised his eyebrows, nodded, and said, "Why don't you go to the spring first?" Li Chong's attitude towards them has relaxed a lot, but he can't do this. Lord, the remaining villagers all had droopy faces. Uncle Zhao stood in the crowd, with stars over the moon, but said nothing.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Uncle Zhao. Although I know it's against the rules, the situation is urgent now and you have to understand the current situation before making a decision." Jun Jiuzi said with a sincere expression.

"When you get to the spring, you are not allowed to look around, touch or do anything disrespectful to the spring."

Although the request of not looking around was very unreasonable, when Uncle Zhao relaxed, Fan Yu stopped fussing and agreed: "Okay, okay, that's for sure."

Uncle Zhao glanced at Fan Yu, who was looking disheveled, and couldn't think of a better way. He said angrily: "Then let's go."

As soon as Uncle Zhao finished speaking, he slid down the sandy slope with several villagers.Jun Jiuzi was used to this way of traveling in the desert, and she went down the slope without caring about her image. Fan Yu followed closely behind. No matter how celestial the old chaofeng was, he could not withstand the power of nature. He could only He sat down on the sandy slope, kicked his feet, and moved forward in the sand filled with frustration.

The wind and sand penetrated into the mouth and nose mercilessly. For some reason, Lao Chaofeng remembered the day when he was doing lipstick and was blown away by He Si. The depression suddenly disappeared without a trace - he picked up He Si in the evening. He should take her to skate when he comes over, he thought, and he went to the slope with a few others.

Only at this moment can we really see the appearance of this village. Rows of low mud houses are neatly arranged on the relatively flat mud floor. The walls should be made of a mixture of yellow sand and clay, and the door panels are made of wood. , full of traces of the invasion of time.

In front of each simple earth house, there is a small oasis created by the villagers in the barren sandy soil, where various crops with low water requirements are planted. There is also a fence surrounded by dead wood in the corner of the house, where chickens, ducks and other common poultry are raised. , a state of prosperity.

When I got closer and took a closer look, I saw couplets on the door panels and window grilles on the windows. Although the color had faded a bit in the wind and sand, it was still cheerful and full of the fireworks of life.

It was almost lunch time. Originally, no one should be seen in the village. It was when smoke was rising from every household, but perhaps because they heard the news about the changes in Shenquan, the villagers were sitting around under a large shed set up in the middle of the village. , looking serious and whispering, there were only a few children chasing and playing around the adults under the shed, laughing bursts of laughter.

Seeing Uncle Zhao return, all the villagers sitting around stood up and rushed forward, as if they wanted to ask about the situation. Then they spotted Jun Jiuzi and the other three, and they all fell silent again, looking at the three uninvited guests with vigilance and even hostility.

"Everyone understands the current situation. The sacred spring has dried up. According to ancestral customs, we can only worship our ancestors. These representatives also agreed to our proposal, but..." Uncle Zhao said, changing the subject, "Everyone also You know, there is only one record of ancestor worship in our village annals. It was too long ago. How to do it, when to do it, and who will do it are not clearly written down. We can only try..."

"What should I do?"

"How can we do without water?"

"They must be held accountable to the end!"

Before Uncle Zhao finished speaking, the whispers below became louder and louder. The crowd looked anxious and whispered to each other, and the whispers almost drowned out his voice.Even the children playing under the shed felt the pressure, stopped running, and quietly returned to their families.

"Be quiet first, be quiet first, and listen to what Uncle Zhao has to say first." Li Chong shouted to the crowd, raised his hand and stepped onto a raised earth bag in the shed, barely suppressing the commotion of the crowd.

But before Uncle Zhao could continue, a man came from a short distance away. Before he even reached the shed, he started to attack: "Sacrifice to ancestors? It's the 21st century now. Does anyone still believe in such a ridiculous thing?"

"Who do you think you are!" Li Chong was originally in a stable mood, but when he saw the person coming, he got angry. He jumped off the dirt bag, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the person, pretending to hit him.Several people around him pulled and blocked him. In the end, Uncle Zhao shouted "Chongzi" and then coughed violently several times before he was able to stabilize him.

With the chaos under the shed, the man came closer. Fan Yu looked up and down without any scruples at this uninvited guest who was as obviously unwelcome as himself.A printed hooded sweatshirt, a pair of dark blue jeans, and a fisherman's hat of the same style as the star. The style is trendy and clean. The dress is very different from that of a simple villager, but Fan Yu has an intuition that he is from the village. Because of the sun-baked complexion, the familiar steps and the look in Li Chong's eyes.

Fan Yu slightly raised his chin towards Jun Jiuzi. Jun Jiuzi shook his head slightly and said that he had never seen this person before. Fan Yu tightened his lips when he saw this and made up his mind not to say anything. Jun Jiuzi saw that the villagers were temporarily distracted. They were relieved to be transferred. Lao Chaofeng never bothered to speak, so the three of them could stay out of the incident and just watch the show.

After Uncle Zhao finished coughing, he finally answered: "Xiao Zhu, you don't live in the village either. This matter has nothing to do with you. What does it matter if you believe it or not? Anyway, this ancestor must be sacrificed. For It’s Shenquan, Shaquan Village, the inheritance left by our ancestors, and the people we left in the village.”

"The inheritance left by our ancestors, are you talking about these dilapidated houses?" The man called Xiao Zhu sneered, pointing to the slightly dilapidated village houses in the wind and sand, and said, "Uncle Zhao, look at this village, the living conditions If it's so bad, why do we still keep everyone here to suffer?"

"Zhu Bin, don't bully others too much. If you feel miserable, why don't you just get out? Who is going to leave you here to suffer?"

Seeing that Li Chong was about to run away again, Uncle Zhao quickly stopped him, but he said to another person: "Xiao Zhu, Chongzi is arrogant, but his reasoning is good. The village has never forced anyone to stay. Do you feel bitter? Just leave, why do you want to interfere in the affairs of our village?"

"I'm doing it for your own good..."

"That's enough," Uncle Zhao shook his hand, interrupting Zhu Bin, "We are all talking to you for the sake of the old village chief, your father, grandfather, grandfather's father... all the elders We were born here, grew up here, died here, and were buried here. Is this a place where you can just throw it away? You went out to study for a few years, and you can't stand anything when you come back. I just think it's you who saw it. In the big world, if you have the ability, you want to go out and live a happy life. Your dad doesn't agree. It's not the fault of us villagers. What's more, now that your dad is dead, no one can stop you, and no one can stop you. Just leave. But people can't forget their origins or their roots! I have passed the age of knowing my destiny, and I am determined to be buried in this sand. We can't stop you, and you can't stop me. Just When we old stubborns accept death, if you still recognize us elders, please be quiet and let us finish our words."

Uncle Zhao's words were sincere and full of kindness and power. No one could avoid thinking about it. However, the man named Zhu Bin refused to shut up and said: "Uncle Zhao, I just want to ask you one question." , what if the ancestor worship fails?"

"You can't fucking understand human language!" Li Chong was really angry, and the people who stopped him deliberately released their water, but he broke free and rushed towards Zhu Bin.

"Why don't you all listen to me?" Jun Jiuzi stood up and stood between Li Chong and Zhu Bin, "Sacrifice to ancestors must be done, and we must be responsible for the matter of Shenquan to the end, but as Uncle Zhao said, regarding the sacrifice of ancestors, The ancestor’s information is very old, and many things cannot be tested yet, so I am afraid of wasting time, so some things must be arranged in advance.”

Jun Jiuzi said, deliberately looking at Uncle Zhao, and seeing that he had no intention of refuting, he continued: "We have discussed this matter with Uncle Zhao before coming here. The women and children will be moved to the county seat before the water source is restored. Stay in the hotel provided by us. You can discuss it yourself among the rest of the men. Leave a few who can take charge to take us to understand the customs of the village, especially the details about ancestor worship. The rest will also go to the hotel first. The remaining ones will be How about we take care of the drinking water problem until the problem is solved?”

After Jun Jiuzi finished speaking, Uncle Zhao immediately reminded her of the authority of her words and added: "I think this plan is also the most feasible countermeasure at present. Do you have any questions?"

Naturally, the villagers started whispering again, and then the voices of the discussion gradually subsided and the crowd became quiet again. No one raised any objections. Even Zhu Bin, who had been raising objections, remained silent for the first time, and there was even a hint of joy in his expression.