Daomu Biji

The chat with Sanshu lasted for almost two hours. Both pots were drunk with boiling water. After the lecture, both of them felt very tired, both mentally and physically. The third uncle's body has not fully recovered, and he felt dizzy after speaking. I also don't want to disturb him, treat him with personal things, change hot water and tea, and leave on my own.

The man who went out to buy the video recorder has not returned yet. I guess that buying that thing is really choking. It has been out of production for too long, and even if you can buy it, you may not be able to put it.

I had forgotten the videotape when I listened to it, but now I think of it again. I can't help feeling a fear. Before I heard the uncle sighed, he said that this had to be tossed. Very uncomfortable.

We know almost nothing about the stuffy oil bottle. He was accidentally on the ship at that time, and he still had a purpose in the archaeological team. We do n’t even know this. Moreover, this man is not as good as the third uncle. He did not want to say anything he did n’t want to say. Although the third uncle told me his things, from this perspective, what the third uncle said is far from the truth of the matter, he actually knows not much more than me.

When I thought of this, I just felt a relaxed mood and felt a little depressed.

After dealing with the matter, the man of the third uncle came back and did not buy anything. Now that the market is closed, I can only find a way tomorrow.

I haven't spoken with my uncle for a long time, and my heart was untied again. My mood turned better. At night, I ran away with them and found a food stall and had a good drink. After eating the sick rice for so long, I finally got the taste of the dishes. The third uncle was very happy. He smoked and smoked one hand, and finally he was comfortable.

When went back, he went through the discharge procedure and said that he would never stay in the hospital again. Let me help him book a hotel room.

I drank a little and went back to the hotel, helped Sanshu to book a suite, took a good bath, made myself a cup of strong tea, and prepared to sleep.

However, after washing, I couldn't sleep at all, so I turned on the computer and called up the old photo of the third uncle before leaving in Xisha.

I have seen this photo many times, but the black and white photos, apart from recognizing a few familiar ones, are difficult for others to distinguish clearly, and the third uncle has not told me who is who. In the photo, the third uncle is thin and restrained, and he can't see that he is a native, and the oil bottle is like an ordinary student. I tried to find Jielianhuan, and I did find someone who was a little similar to Sanshu. I do n’t know if it was him. I could n’t help feeling. Who can think of so many things hidden under this ordinary photo.

After looking at it for a long time, I found that there was no way to see anything in the photo. I dialed the hotel phone and went to the website of the company that sent the bottle to express. I entered the number and asked for the information about the shipment.

Quickly the query results came out. I pulled to the column of the sending location, it was not blank, and there was a three-word city name: Golmud. The video was sent from a place called Golmud.

I was stunned for a moment, and I said, where is that? Immediately "google", it was even more surprised, it turned out to be a western city, located in Qinghai Province.

Qinghai? When did the dull oil bottle go there? I was puzzled. This guy moved fast enough, and he ran to the Great West in one stroke. Is it to support the cause of fighting in the West? However, Qinghai is no longer within the scope of Tufuzi. The place is a settlement of ethnic minorities, and only those who resell corpses and international cultural relic smugglers go there. What can he do to help others?

And I sent a video tape to me, it seems that Baganzi can't hit a piece.

I checked some of Golmud's materials and learned about its history. I was even more surprised to find that Golmud is a new city. The city built by the People's Liberation Army repairing roads is surrounded by Gobi. The dull oil bottle is there, I really can't think of what he can do, and he also sent back the videotape from there, what exactly is it?

Shit, I was a little irritable, and my interest in the video became stronger all of a sudden.

After a few sips of strong tea, after pressing the wine, I summarized the information I heard today and sent it to a few people from Anin. I am familiar with these people, and I hope they will help me to see if they can get any useful feedback. Although the third uncle told me not to tell others, but I want to tell Judeka's people, the total problem is not big, and the more sensitive but unimportant content, I have deleted it. I also asked them if they recently planned to enter Genting Temple again.

After doing these things, alcohol started to work. I soon fell down and fell asleep in front of my eyes. I slept more peacefully and didn't dream. I slept until dawn and I was woken up by the phone.

I answered the phone, it was from the uncle's buddy, he said they had been discharged from the hospital, the uncle was already in my suite next door, and the video recorder had already been bought. Let me watch it together.