Qingben beauty

Chapter 689 The Text on the Bamboo Slips
After booking the air ticket to Chang'an, I called Mr. Jin and asked him to help us book the hotel in the small villa where we stayed last time.

Mr. Jin not only booked the hotel, but also asked the hotel to send a car to the airport to pick him up. As soon as we got out of the airport, we saw the hotel staff holding a big sign, and the car that picked us up was very nice.

When we arrived at the hotel, it was snowing heavily, and the snow as big as a goose feather fell from the sky. Seeing it, it dyed the earth into a piece of snow white, and the mountain forest where the hotel is located was even more crystal clear. A pure and boundless beauty.

I opened the room, waited for the monkey to put the things in the room, then dragged the monkey out to see the snow scene.

It's just that after walking outside for a few minutes, the monkey hugged me back directly...

This man is tall, with long legs and long hands, really...

As soon as I ran two steps, he took a step forward, reached out, put his arms around my waist, hugged me straight up, and carried me back to the small villa we rented.

He even carried me directly to the second floor, opened the curtains of the small living room on the second floor, threw me on the sofa in the small living room, and said, "Just look at it here!"

Well, I admit that the snow in the north is different from that in the south. The snowflakes are very big, the snow is very dense, and the wind is still blowing.

In just a few minutes, my neck was soaked in snow, and my face was flushed by the blowing. Even with a hat on, my scalp felt cold.

Thinking about the terrible sequelae that Mr. Jin said, I sat on the sofa very honestly.

The monkey made me take off the outer down jacket, then took off the hat on my head, untied the scarf, then took a large soft towel, and wiped my head and neck carefully.

The heating in the room was fully turned on, and after he wiped it clean, there was a warmth on his head and neck, which made me sigh with satisfaction, and then turned my head to look at the snowflakes outside.

"What do you want to eat? I'll order it." The monkey put down the towel and asked.

I said without hesitation: "Oil splashed noodles."

Monkey raised his eyebrows, wanted to say something, but didn't say anything, just nodded and said: "Okay, the food delivery here will probably be slow, I'll go to the restaurant and bring it back for you, don't run around."

I nodded.

After the monkey left, I watched the snowflake quietly for a while, then went downstairs, sat at the desk in the living room downstairs and called Jian Huan.

I told Jian Huan the hotel where I was staying and asked him if he could come. Jian Huan only hesitated for a moment and said he would come right away.

After putting down the phone, I took out the computer, opened the notebook, and wrote down some relevant key points with paper and pen.

When I was halfway through writing, the monkey came back with his face wrapped in his clothes and steaming oil.

He stamped his feet at the door first, and then cleaned the snowflakes on his body, and then he walked quickly to the desk, took out the covered bowl from his clothes and put it on the desk, and said, After eating it hot, he stepped back a few steps before taking off the down jacket on his body.

I stared at him for a while, and after he said again, eat quickly, I put down my pen and picked up the bowl.

The fried noodles of this family are still as delicious as last year, or in other words, because they still have the temperature of the human body, they bring out a steaming and spicy taste.

Let me eat and eat, my eyes were so hot that one or two tears came out.

"Spicy?" The monkey poured a glass of water and handed it to me, "I asked Mr. Jin, and he said, it's good for you to eat some spicy food here, I didn't ask them to put too much, is it still spicy? "

I shook my head, took a big mouthful of noodles, and said to him, "What about you? Don't you want to eat?"

"Eat, what I ate called Hu spicy soup, they just said that they just cooked a pot." The monkey handed me another paper towel and said with a smile: "That tastes good, but it's not easy to bring it back. It’s delicious when you eat it while it’s hot.”

I nodded and said, "Well, let's walk over to eat at night."

"Okay." The monkey responded, glanced at the table, and said, "Have you made an appointment with that Professor Jane?"

I nodded.

The monkey stopped talking, and after I finished eating, he took the bowl away, wiped my hands with a hot towel, and then sat on the sofa by himself.

I glanced at him, lowered my head and continued to write the main points, and then called out some photos from the computer, and then picked out a photo of one of the five bamboo slips in Cairo.

After I took a look at the important points in the notebook, I put the notebook away.

I leaned on the back of the chair and rubbed my eyebrows with my hands.

Back then we dug out a lot of bamboo slips from the mud, but because they are first-class cultural relics, even Lu Li only brought out photos of a dozen bamboo slips.

We also studied those texts based on the dozen or so pieces of bamboo slips.

At first glance, the characters on the bamboo slips are in the seal script of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, but there are also many ancient pictographs mixed in, which are not as recognizable as we thought at first.

Moreover, the contents of the dozen or so pieces of bamboo slips are not connected together, which actually increases the difficulty of studying those unknown characters, but even so, Lu Li has confirmed that there are about fifty or so hieroglyphs. mean.

And these days, I have confirmed the meaning of the three new characters in those five bamboo slips.

Based on the identified characters and the content on the dozen or so bamboo slips, it can be roughly inferred that these bamboo slips are a kind of record, which is somewhat similar to the record on the Qin bamboo slips I found in Sanhe Town, that is, Records of medical records.

However, the contents on the five bamboo slips were different from those on the dozen or so bamboo slips.

In other words, half of the text on it is a kind of ciphertext.

It is somewhat similar to other characters, but upon closer inspection, it doesn't mean that at all. Either there are more strokes, or some parts are missing, so that it is completely unclear what the meaning of the character is.

But I didn't see characters of this composition on the dozen or so bamboo slips.

That's why I want to meet Jian Huan soon.

I want to know, do the other bamboo slips in Jian Huan's hands also have this kind of writing?

I have a hunch that it must be very secretive to write in this special character on purpose.

What's more, those five bamboo slips went to ancient Egypt so far away!
Jian Huan didn't make me wait for too long. I frowned and thought for a while before the doorbell rang.

The monkey got up and went to open the door.

Standing at the door, Jian Huan asked hesitantly, "Excuse me, Miss Gu Qing..."

I hurriedly got up and walked out to the door, and at the same time shouted: "Professor Jian, I'm here!"

The monkey stepped aside and gestured for Jian Huan to come in.

Jian Huan walked in from beside him, and said with a smile, "Yo, you..."

His voice suddenly paused, and the smile on his face turned into a look of astonishment, and he said, "Your side?!"

I touched my head, which was not wearing a hat because it was too hot, and said nonchalantly, "Ah, this one, I had a car accident, and there was a knife on it."

"A car accident?" Jian Huan said in a deep voice, "Yes, because of Mr. Lu...?"

His voice was low, and the interrogative sentence behind it was paused and long.

I was a little surprised, and then hurriedly said: "No, it is... Hey, this is a long story. By the way, Professor Jian, I specially called you here because of this."

I handed the bamboo slip photo in my hand to Jian Huan.

(End of this chapter)