A Returning Journey

This foreigner with yellow hair is very good-looking, but I don't know why, it just gives people a very bad feeling, dangerous and aggressive. Yang Jinling couldn't help but step back, holding her schoolbag in front of her chest like a guard, and looking at the man carefully.

The foreigner's mouth turned slightly and seemed to want to smile, but his expression was different. There was a kind of unspeakable contempt and malice, which led the sensitive adolescent girl to step back and carefully observe whether there were pedestrians passing by.

The foreigner shrugged: "you can call me fifteen." He said that he raised his hands and put them on the back of his head. Then he relaxed and leaned on the tree trunk, trying to show his harmlessness. "I knew Anjie just now, although I'm not familiar with it..."

"Do you know Anjie?" Yang Jinling asked in a soft voice, frowning two eyebrows that had not been trimmed and looked a little messy. "He just left, why didn't you say hello to him?"

Fifteen choked for a while, did not expect that this seemingly simple easy to cheat girl unexpectedly careful. He has always been reckless, arrogant, this will be impatient, the heart of the discomfort and disgust unreservedly presented in the face. Young girls are almost the weakest group in the world except young children... He regards young girls like Yang Jinling as inferior. Now 16 this wretch was shot down by Anjie and became a living dead man. He was asked to do such a boring thing.

"He betrayed his family, refused to recognize his father and said hello to him. Who would be more embarrassed?" This sentence was taught well before it came out, and it was recited exactly one word at a time.

Yang Jinling unconsciously remembered the car she had just picked up from Anjie. Even if she didn't know anything about it, she could see that the car seemed to be different from the one running around on the street. At a glance, she knew that it was expensive.

This feeling made her feel a little cold. She looked at the foreigner in front of her and kneaded the strap of her schoolbag. Suddenly, she felt that Anjie had many secrets, which were far away from her.

Or is he a young master of a rich family“ The two ancient words "family" seem to be only found in some Korean dramas or Japanese cartoons, let alone a family with foreigners. Her head was buried lower, and she gently went around 15: "he lives on the fourth floor of unit 3 in the building over there... 402, I'm sorry, I have to go to school. I'll go first."

Fifteen yawned and saw that Yang Jinling was about to run away. Suddenly, he said in a tone that didn't sound so pleasant and frivolous: "you've set your effects on him, have't you（ You like him, don't you? "

Yang Jinling suddenly turned her head and looked at her with slanting eyes. Her face was shining brightly and darkly, which was very beautiful. Such a superior look instantly angered the docile little girl. She opened her eyes wide and stared at fifteen. Her cheeks were clenched and her face was red - but she was angry.

But after all, she didn't do anything, "hum", turned around and walked, three steps and two steps very fast. She didn't bother to look at the Yellow haired devil.

Fifteen looked a little confused. He didn't understand why he didn't take the little girl back like the doctor told him. At this time, a dark and low-key Buick stopped beside him, and a middle-aged man with a very white face and a plain face came down from the car.

The man looked at the stunned 15, sneered: "how, you screwed up?"

Fifteen looked back at him.

As if the man had expected, he nodded and motioned him to get on the bus: "let's go, r already knows, he's looking for you."

Fifteen immediately let down and bowed his head. The white faced man looked back at the balcony of Anjie's house and said, "unit 3, fourth floor..." he said with a gentle smile, "it's really a good house."

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When Anjie and Mo hurry to get to the drunk snake, they open the door and see a white haired old man sitting in the living room with a young man like a nanny standing beside him. Hearing the news, they looked back at Mo Cong at the same time. Suddenly, the old man's eyes stopped on Mo Cong, stood up slowly and stretched out his hand tremblingly: "you... You are..."

Drunk snake dressed very cultured, didn't wear sunglasses, and specially painted something on his face to cover the publicity scar. He got up and pulled Mo Cong: "old Xu, this is Professor Mo's eldest son. The professor's two daughters are also staying with me, but now they have tutors to help them with their lessons. I'm afraid you'll see them later. "

"Don't rush... Don't rush," said the old man, holding his hand and calling out his name. Tears came out of a pair of yellow eyes behind the lens. "Do you remember me? When you were a child, I went to your house as a guest. You asked me to fold paper airplanes for you. Remember Uncle Xu? " He took off his glasses and wiped his eyes. "I'm sure I can't remember. At that time, you were just a little old. Your sisters haven't been born yet. Now they're all big and small..."

Mo Cong was a little embarrassed. He looked back at Anjie at a loss and found that this man had already stood aside with no sense of existence. He looked at his hand tightly held by the old man without loyalty. This situation is a bit like the people's Liberation Army held by the villagers just after liberation.

The drunk snake coughed softly beside him. Mo Cong had to harden his head and said in a low voice, "Uncle Xu."

"Ah, ah..." old Xu was very excited. He pulled Mo Cong and sat down beside him. He looked at him carefully and suddenly sighed, "your father, he..."

"He was killed while visiting the ancient city in the desert." Mo said in a low voice, in exchange for another sigh of the old man.

The old man picked up a yellowing magazine on the tea table. The covers were all re glued with transparent tape. They were very old. His thin hand with age spots gently stroked the magazine. In his eyes, he didn't know whether the tears were still there, flashing, with memories and indescribable sadness: "your father, when you were young, you were a real man. I knew that he would never forget that ancient city for so many years. Sure enough, sure enough..."

Anjie was stunned. He always thought that the discovery of the ancient city was in recent years. After exchanging a puzzled look with the drunk snake, he continued to listen to the old man say: "at that time, because of this problem, he didn't fight with me. He was so angry with me..." Mr. Xu seemed to want to smile, but his shriveled mouth showed unspeakable bitterness.

Mo Cong reluctantly smile: "my father, he is also a stubborn temper, you don't take it to heart."

Old Xu didn't know whether to listen or not. He lowered his head, opened the magazine on his knee, slowly opened it to a page, and pointed to the title: "who said no, what's the fight? What's the fight? Well, this time we've got to fight one down, and it's all over. "

Anjie frowned and looked at the page that Xu opened. Following the old man's fingers, he saw a line titled "ancient legend and illusion of time" in a small corner. He whispered with Xu's consent, took the magazine over and read it carefully.

This paper has not been published completely. It seems that it should be a few paragraphs cut out of a long speech. The length is not large, and the editor probably doesn't pay much attention to it. Mo Yannan lists the folk myths of chisongzi, Pengzu and other characters, and analyzes the ancient folk's pursuit of immortality.

From the beginning to the end, Anjie did not figure out what was wrong with this serious analysis of folk culture. Looking at Mr. Xu, he deeply realized the defect of his low level of education. He decided not to understand it and asked, "excuse me, Mr. Xu, what does this article have to do with the ancient city?"

Mr. Xu sighed: "the magazine only published here. It's still in the face of his tutor at that time. The nonsense behind it was cut off. Have you ever heard of three emperors and five emperors? "

Anjie nodded.

"There are many controversies about the understanding of the history of this period, but there is basically no dispute about China's primitive society in this period. As most of the existing materials in this historical period are entangled with myths and legends, it is difficult to judge the authenticity of many things. At that time, it was said that Peng Zu lived to be 800 years old, and in various subsequent documents, Peng Zu was regarded as a symbol of longevity. " Old Xu shook his head. "How can people live forever? However, in all kinds of human cultures, there is a strong commitment to immortality, which was Lao Mo's research topic at that time. "

Anjie was stunned when he heard "Immortality". His first reaction was bullshit, that is, people must die. Aging and then dying is a natural law. However, he suddenly thought of the ancient city and his inexplicable body, and became less sure.

"We should always have an objective attitude when we study history... But slowly, I found that there seems to be something wrong with Lao Mo's research direction. I can't believe it... He actually, he actually believed those ancient legends. He said that the hole can not come from the wind, if there is not a certain basis, why do people have those legends? Why do so many top figures in history pursue the secret of immortality unswervingly? "

Xu laodun: "when there was the first emperor of Qin Dynasty, Xu Fu was sent out to the East China Sea with thousands of boys and girls to look for the elixir of immortality. Later, there was no news, and these people disappeared."

"I heard that I went to Japan, and the Japanese after that are the descendants of Xu Fu. It's not that there are any other documents in Japan... "The drunk snake interjected.

"That's unofficial history." Xu was a little annoyed by his poor interruption. "Japan was formed much earlier than Xu Fu. However, there are some things related to Xu Fu in Japan, but there are too many Xu Fu tombs, such as Yang Guifei's, with more than ten tombs in front and back. There are too many doubts. No one knows whether it's true or not. However, according to the research, Xu Fu seems to have only Japan as a good place to go. If he is not in Japan, where will he go? But could the technology of navigation at that time really make this "thousand boys and girls" cross the sea? "

Mr. Xu seems to have entered the teaching mode. Anjie interrupts him quickly: "wait, Mr. Xu, what do you say about Xu Fu and Professor Mo's research?"

Xu didn't speak for a long time, and slowly rolled up the corner of the old magazine: "he thought Xu Fu lived in seclusion to a place... And really found a way to live forever. And those who followed him... Should have found a barbarian place outside the territory of the kingdom of Qin, lived there, and probably even formed their own culture like that of ancient Loulan. "

Anjie, Zuishan and Mo Cong were all staring at each other. No one could understand how the old man's unusual brain came to this conclusion.

Xu seems to be very sorry to say: "he said he found the evidence, and was elated to show it to me at that time, but before that, I suddenly had an accident -" Xu's haggard fingers stretched to his leg, he lifted up his trouser legs, and there was a prosthetic leg underneath.

Anjie eyebrows jump, this kind of thing for him, than those who do not know what the textual research is much more familiar.

"Mr. Xu had a car accident in those years, and he was doomed. The driver who caused the accident has not been found yet." Next to the nanny added lowly, "so many years have been restricted movement, can not do without people."

"I've been in the hospital for more than two years." Xu put down his trousers, "after he came out, everything changed. Lao Mo suddenly changed into a new man. When he was young, he was so open and sharp that I couldn't recognize him, and those studies were all over..."

"In other words, don't you know exactly what Professor Mo has studied?" After thinking about it, Anjie asked, "who else has paid attention to Professor Mo's research besides you?"

"His mentor at that time, Mr. Jia." Xu said without hesitation, but before a few people showed their enthusiasm for the new clue, the old man poured cold water down again. "It's been many years since I passed away. It seems that I was in a car accident..."

Everyone who knows the secret is killed... It's Lee's style. Anjie sighed and leaned heavily on the sofa cushion.

He thought about the disordered time and space of the ancient city, and suddenly felt that all these explanations were reasonable. If there were not a group of people who lived as long as monsters, who would have built a strange place that spanned so many dynasties?

It's called the sky mirror——

Mr. Xu sat down until the evening and took Mo Cong and talked about it for a long time. But just before he left, the old man, who was confused about everything other than his major, suddenly grabbed Mo Cong's hand, and his face was so serious that he said something meaningful to Mo Cong: "there are some secrets, you'd better not explore them, I have lived such a long time to know that sometimes everything is in a daze, everything is kept in the dark, but it is a blessing. So, I live... But Mr. Jia is dead. "