A Returning Journey

Mo Yannan is just in the same place. Anjie scolds the old bookworm secretly. He can't catch up with the hot one when eating excrement. However, when he rushes over, he pulls him up. Big stones mixed with colorful snakes of different colors fall down from the crumbling hall, and soon all four people are scattered. Anjie doesn't dare to stop, Drag Mo Yannan, who has no action ability, straight to the hall door.

The big stone pillar fell down suddenly and made a big hole on the ground. Mo Yannan was stumbling by something at his feet. He took Anjie and fell to one side. He looked down and saw that the thing that stung him was the body of an old horse lying on the ground! Instant goose bumps up a body, this body is not in their back, when actually ran here?

A huge stone fell from the top of the main hall, and it was aimed at Mo Yannan's head. He wanted to hide, but he didn't know why. His feet seemed to be entangled by something, and he couldn't move for a moment. He thought it was his turn finally. He simply closed his eyes, but he was suddenly knocked open at the moment when he thought the pain was coming.

The old professor's eyes widened in horror. He was half protected by Anjie between his arms. The latter's shoulder was swept by a huge stone, and his clothes were torn apart. The dust and blood were mixed together. There was no good meat or wound on the exposed shoulder.

Until the shaking under his feet stopped temporarily, Anjie couldn't hold it and fell down on him. The man's handsome face was pale, and cold sweat came down. He bit his teeth tightly, but still let out a thin pain hum from his mouth.

"An, Anjie!" Mo Yannan hurriedly held him, but he didn't know where he had the courage. He kicked the strange corpse aside and supported him to sit down against the fallen stone pillar. "Where have you hurt? How's it going? "

Anjie clenches his teeth and shakes his head without making a sound. Now he makes a sound and yells at him on time. He doesn't know which tendon is short circuited today. The moment he sees the big stone fall, the picture flashed in his mind is that the old nerd takes care of him vaguely all the way and gives him a kettle he can't bear to drink more, He claimed that the desert was dangerous, insisted on taking the way he was when he was walking, and seriously wanted to leave him behind when he was besieged... He subconsciously rushed to save the old nerd.

It's a big loss.

Anjie took a rough breath: "Lao Mo, do you remember the words on the wall just now?"

Mo Yannan was stunned and nodded.

An Jie bit it with his teeth, tore a piece of cloth from his body, and cleaned up the wound with a little salt water carelessly. Then he took a long breath: "do you see that sentence" dream of high buildings has been broken for a while? "? As soon as you come out, it collapses. Do you think it's telling us something? "

Mo Yannan frowned. When he discussed this issue, he seemed to find his serious composure again: "Taiping Guangji says," there is Lvzhu well at the foot of Bobai mountain. Ben anding Liang is very beautiful, but her eyebrows are very different. She is green and bright, comfortable and long, and her frown is round like a bead, so she is called Lvzhu. " Later, according to the book of Jin, simalun, the king of Zhao, rebelled. Sun Xiu, his trusted follower, asked Shi Chong for Lvzhu, but he was angry. He sent troops to arrest Shi Chong, and Lvzhu jumped from a high building to repay him. Therefore, the last sentence of Qiao Zhizhi's "green pearl chapter" is "a hundred years away from hate in a tall building, a generation's face for you."

"I've heard that before." Anyhow, in front of the old professor, Anjie was not afraid of being timid. He thought, "a generation's face, a dream of a high-rise building, a time, a hundred years of separation and hatred, and the stars have changed without a trace." in fact, just to imply the last few words? "

"I'm very surprised," Mo Yannan sat on one side with his knees, speaking very slowly, as if every word had been deliberated. "Although Shi Chong has a lot of money and has such an allusion with Lvzhu, he is not an important person in history. Of course, Lvzhu can't count. Why are these two little people just... That, Er... What about the protagonist from the monster's mouth? And that line. "

"I can understand the Qinhuai moon and baling snow, which means that there are different architectural styles in time and space, but it's like the wind, flowers, snow and moon behind. I don't see anything except the allusion of the green pearl falling from a building."

"Maybe the answer lies in the word 'Green Pearl'," Anjie said suddenly. He thought of something. His brows wrinkled slightly, and immediately separated. He handed his wrists to Mo Yannan. I don't know when, the half piece of white jade inlaid with black pearls showed a little light, and reflected the different green pearls in front of him, Where on earth did you come from? "

The bead had been completely stuck in Anjie's skin and flesh. Mo Yannan could see that it was very tight, as if he was drilling into Anjie's bone. He was stunned: "this... How can it be like this? It's not something unusual. Have you ever been to a small town near the desert? It's also a tourist area. There are some small stalls for folk craftsmen. I bought them from there. It's only more than 100 yuan. The jade materials are good, so I bought one... "

"Did you buy anything else?"

"No, at that time, the archaeological team was on a tight schedule, so I took the time to walk around the town for a long time. When I saw this string of beads, I didn't know why, so I thought it was beautiful. I had to buy it. Moreover, the price was acceptable..."

"One for your two daughters?"

"No," Mo Yannan reached out and stroked the white jade piece in the middle of the bead, frowning. "I think there should be a pair. Taiji is divided into yin and Yang, and Yin and yang are inseparable. Originally, I thought that the things in the tourist area are almost the same. There are no similar things in this stall, but there will always be similar things in the next stall to make a pair. Who knows, I can't find them."

Anjie drags her chin.

Mo Yannan thought: "you... Do you mean that this string of beads has something to do with the ancient city? It won't happen, will it? "

"It's a coincidence," Anjie said speciously, squinting. "Green pearl, green pearl..."

Mo Yannan looked around and found that two people had been surrounded by the collapsed huge stone pillars. He breathed a little tired, stretched out his legs, but accidentally met the old horse's body. At this time, he knew that he was afraid, shivered, and moved aside, trying to stay away from the body as far as possible.

"Professor Mo, I don't know much about these things. Can I ask you a question?"

"Well?"

"When do you think this ancient city was built? Who built it? "

This question really asks Mo Yannan. The old professor's professional ethics is to know what he knows, to know what he doesn't know, to say what he is not sure. He hesitated for a long time before he habitually took off his glasses and wiped them carefully: "to be honest, I can't say it well."

He pointed to the half collapsed hall where two people were trapped: "there are many things in it, which have the architectural characteristics of Ming and Qing Dynasties, but the street design is based on the capital of Zhou Dynasty. As I just knew, some things in the outer hall obviously have the characteristics of yin and Shang dynasties, but..." he shook his head and swallowed his mouth. "There are also some pavilions and pavilions in the outer city, Some of the characteristics of Suzhou gardens are really that the Qinhuai moon shines on the snow of the baling mausoleum. How strange do you think it is? "

"Time, space." Anjie concluded.

"Time and space are not right." Mo Yannan said, "if it wasn't for the big desert, I would almost think it was built by modern artificial antiquity."

Finally, the old professor rubbed his eyebrows and sighed: "maybe it's aliens, maybe it's leaking from the cracks of parallel time and space, as you said... I don't believe in science, but people don't understand a lot of things in science. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I and I would never have believed that there are snakes who recite poems with their heads on their heads, and those monsters who are like spiders but not spiders."

Anjie was silent.

Mo Yannan did not speak any more. He sat quietly to sort out his thoughts. He knew that he was not good at physical strength. He had no other use but to drag people back. His only advantage was that he was well-known and knowledgeable. Many of the things he had seen could still be revealed without reference to information. Maybe he could be a reminder in this chaotic time and space.

What interrupted their rare silence at this moment was a heartrending scream. Mo Yannan's pupils suddenly contracted and grasped Anjie's arm: "yes, I know! Li knows! "

Anjie carefully identified the source of the sound, bent down to stand up, and pushed a huge stone slab over their heads: "Lao Mo, do me a favor!"

Mo Yannan rubbed his hands and helped Anjie push the big stone slab. His palm was cut and it hurt. After a while, the stone slab came loose. Anjie said in a low voice, "get out of the way!"

As soon as Mo Yannan pushed away, the big stone board was pushed away by Anjie. A pile of scattered stones fell down and a lot of air poured in. Mo Yannan noticed that there was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Anjie propped himself up with both hands, put the light machine gun on his back and stretched out his uninjured arm: "hurry up, pull you up!"

Mo Yannan is a sports idiot. If he is not as dry as a fish, Anjie can't help but think of the bear climbing up the tree. He says that the meat worm is more flexible than you in climbing up the wall. The force of nine oxen and two tigers overcomes the gravity to pull the old bookworm up.

Mo Yannan looked at the other side even wound pain with a sweat, very embarrassed to want to apologize.

Anjie didn't give him this chance. He threw the □inserted in his waist to him and waved: "follow me." He jumped from the ruins.

Mo Yannan holds the gun like a hot potato. He is careful not to hurt the enemy. He will lose eight thousand and chase Anjie's steps.

Two people are searching for Li saner in the ruins. Mo Yannan is anxious and afraid of attracting other things. He doesn't dare to shout at all. He can only follow Anjie to search carefully in a carpet style. After a while, Anjie squats down at a corner with solemn expression.

"Lao mo..."

Mo Yannan felt that Anjie's voice was a little low. He leaned over his head and saw that his tears almost didn't come down.

Li saner leans on a pile of gravel, and his whole body is soaked with blood. His neck is cut open by the sharp gravel, which is just the location of the main artery.

Anjie shook his head in silence.

Along the way, this noisy young man is more lively than anyone, more active than anyone, and more warm-hearted than anyone else... He is a man who can tell cold jokes in the face of monsters, but now he is paralyzed in this strange place like a rag, and his lower body is tightly pressed by boulders.

"Know... Know! I know Mo Yannan rushed up and shook him fiercely as if his voice were tearing, "I know! You can't! I can't

But nothing in the world is impossible. Life, old age, illness and death are all life.

Li san'er seems to have tried his best to open his eyes to the maximum. He seems to be looking at the tearful old professor carefully. He can't speak, but he tries to move his lips. Mo Yannan stops: "you, what do you want to say?"

Li san'er doesn't know whether it's the return of light or a force from somewhere. He grabs Mo Yannan's clothes.

Anjie saw him and said, "be careful... Be careful... Little... Heart..."

Then he tilted his head to one side and did not move at all. He couldn't say what to be careful with, so he died——

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Feel what you're scared of. We're born atypical, and we're dying special^^