A Returning Journey

When Mo hurried upstairs, he was more or less in a trance, so that he was suddenly attacked in the dark corridor. One hand crudely picked him up, pressed him against the wall, and pushed him into a room.

Mo Cong saw who this man was under the suddenly lit light, and gave up the resistance completely: "Anjie?" He thought that after the words of the day, this man would not talk to himself for a while. I didn't expect to be carried into the house in the evening... Doesn't this guy know that there is an idiom in the profound Chinese called "lead the wolf into the house"?

Anjie glared at him and let go of his collar: "come in, I have something to ask you."

Mo Cong tidied his clothes, and his mouth rose for no reason. He tried to restrain himself, put his hands in his pockets, and walked behind Anjie into the living room and sat down on the sofa: "if you ask me what I said today... It's true. And I'm afraid I'm very interested in you. "

Anjie let him talk so much that his mouth twitched: "I'm not interested in you, for one thing, I don't like the public, for another thing, I don't love children."

"Pedophilia?" Mo Cong looked at the young man's small body in front of him, lit a cigarette for himself, held it in his mouth, and did not continue to entangle with this topic. He was a little depressed. It was obvious that Anjie didn't take the day to heart. He took a deep breath and spat out a cigarette ring. Mo asked vaguely, "is it you who ran away from under my eyes today?"

"I didn't fire the first two shots." Anjie frankly admitted that his joking expression faded a little, "don't rush, what I'm telling you now..."

Mo frowned and interrupted him: "do you see that Dogtail flower? Let me stay away from Zhai laopao?"

"You're not completely confused." Anjie gave him an unfriendly look. "I warn you, this is not something that you just left your crotch pants can get involved in. Even if you don't think about it for your sisters, in order not to become that abnormal behavior art, just get out of here. As for Zhai Haidong... I'm here. He doesn't dare to do anything to you. "

"Who are you?" Mo hurriedly asked this sentence, clearly put him not to say a walk, absolutely do not believe evil.

"Your uncle." Anjie's pun achieves his purpose of expressing his bad mood.

Mo Cong, unconventionally, didn't follow his voice. He thought for a while, then suddenly said, "you know Zhai Haidong, I'm afraid you have a lot to do with he Jingming. You also know the dog tail... Er, the iris flower, its origin... And who left it, don't you? "

Anjie pauses, saying nothing, just looking at the young man who seems to have some secret in front of him.

Mo quickly sighed and stood up: "you come with me and show you something."

After entering the door of Mo's house one by one, they sat on the sofa in the living room with earphones plugged in, followed by Mo Jin, who was reading English, and raised her head. Her expression was extremely strange, and her mouth gave out a laugh unlike any other language in the world. A pair of big eyes fluttered up and down between Mo Cong and Anjie.

Even Mo Yu leaned out of his room when he heard the news. The two girls didn't know what they were talking about. In a word, their expressions didn't have any good words.

Anjie rolled his eyes and got goose bumps.

Mo quickly let him into the study, back to the two girls squeezed eyes, nothing said, back to the door tightly closed - no onlookers.

Anjie put her arms on her chest and leaned against the bookcase: "what do you want me to do?"

Mo hurried back to God, serious expression: "I'll show you something." He waved and went to the last bookcase in the row. The bookcase was locked and covered with a layer of ash. On the surface, it looked like it was similar to other old bookcases with sour smell, but I don't know why. It seemed that the ash was very thick.

Anjie put out his hand and wiped it. He looked at Mo Cong with some doubts.

The young man took out a piece of wire from his pocket and pried the lock open without much effort. The bookcase door "creaked" and separated from both sides. A mildewy smell came out.

"This is my dad's cabinet. I don't know where his key is now. I just saw him open it when I was very young." Mo Cong picked out a few books from the middle. Some of them were mildewed and yellow. They were all old things. Many of them were priced at a few cents at the end.

Anjie frowned: "what do you want me to see?"

"Come here." Mo Cong suddenly took Anjie's hand. The temperature in the palm of the hand made Anjie, who was not used to contact with people, earn it subconsciously. Mo Chu raised his hands and looked innocent. "I don't mean much. I just want you to touch a place in the cupboard."

Anjie was more or less impatient. It took him a long time to bear his temper: "where?"

Mo Cong takes his hand again. It's a very proper action, which makes him seem very ambiguous, peaceful and depressed. Does he have the potential to be a special rascal and impolite man?

The cabinet is very high. Even if both of them are slender, they still need to stand on tiptoe. Don't pull Anjie's hand into the cabinet, go through a row of old books and grope in the corner near the top.

Soon, Anjie's fingertip touched a protruding thing. He was stunned for a moment. He could not care to tease Mo Cong any more. He quickly judged the shape of the relief. His original perfunctory expression became dignified: "flashlight, hurry up!"

Mo quickly took off the key on his waist and hit the relief with a thin light beam. Anjie cleared the books around, and the exquisite relief suddenly appeared in front of them——

An iris.

It's the same as the one on the dead man's head.

Anjie keeps touching the relief with her fingers, as if she is frozen there.

Why does Li's mark appear in Professor Mo's bookcase? Why did Mo teach them the time of the archaeological team, so coincidentally, just meet him? Why is the archaeological team equipped with such advanced and militarized equipment, while most of its entourage are old people, scholars and women? Why did iris appear in Beijing just half a year after its arrival? Why does that yellow haired Monkey not care today, but attack himself first?

What's the meaning of Shen Jiancheng's last crazy words? Who's behind him? What is the purpose of thinking about that ancient city?

All the things listed together, like a huge puzzle, this quiet study congealed into a black hole like things, light can not run out, no one can pry into the secret... And faint, as if there is a line to connect all these things together.

That line looms and looms. It's hard for Anjie to get it out of his mind.

Who is it? Is all this coincidence... Or is it artificial?

Including the fact that he became a 17-year-old overnight.

A row of cold sweat flows down his spine. It's cold. Mo Cong or his heart is just confused. However, Anjie feels that there's a bomb in his brain, the reflex arc nerve center is flattened, and all the channels are in disorder. He grabbed Mo Cong's arm, so strong that the young people could not help frowning: "who knows this thing?"

Mo thought for a moment: "this is my father's cabinet. You can see these books. Besides him, even my mother hasn't touched them... I guess Li Biyun doesn't know. As for the girls..." he shook his head. "It's locked all the time. The old man's key never let us know. I was a child. Once, when he fell asleep on the table by mistake, It happened that I forgot to lock the cabinet, so I found it by accident. Today, when I saw that head, I felt a little familiar. I didn't expect that it was. "

"How can you remember things so clearly when you were a child?" Anjie asked cautiously.

Mo hastily pause, for a moment did not speak, for a long time, just whispered: "because that time, my father hit me. Since he was a child, he has always looked like a wimp. He never spoke up. He was submissive to his children. That was the only time he had a rough relationship with me. "

It seems that old mo... Mo Yannan is not as simple as he seems. At least according to Mo Cong's description, he doesn't seem to know the origin of the iris.

Anjie leaned heavily against the cabinet door: "don't talk about it with others. You don't know it yourself. Do you hear me?"

Mo Cong looked at him quietly: "I can take it as if I don't know, but what if others know that there are such things in my family?" He said, "Anjie, do you really know my father in Northwest China?"

"I don't have to cheat you on such trifles... At least I thought they were trifles." Anjie sighed and pinched his nose. "Lock the cupboard. I'll tell you about R. Lee."

"Who?" Don't be in a hurry.

"R. Lee," said Anjie, turning to pull out the swivel chair from the back of the desk and sitting on it, turning half a circle with one foot as the axis. There was only a small light in the study, half of his face was buried in the shadow. It was strange and bewitching. "You have never heard of this man. He disappeared more than ten years ago."

"More than a decade ago?" Mo Cong looked at the strange Anjie, whose look and tone were a little indescribable, and asked subconsciously, "how do you know that?"

"Ten years ago, I was a little older than you are now." Anjie smiles, hands folded together, "I personally ended his myth."

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I'll let you know, children, we're going out next week. Maybe we don't know how to surf the Internet. We'll go back to school next weekend. Well, we'll update it normally after school. But I'm not sure before. I'm sure it will be better, but it's definitely not a day shift. I'll put my articles in the filing box.

Don't PIA me.