Female boss's personal expert

Chapter 822 Mirage, Red Moon!
Everyone turned their backs to the west and listened attentively to what Old Harry was saying.

After experiencing the miraculous scene of camels not daring to enter the ghost sand just now, everyone has begun to believe in the legend of ghost sand, but they sneered at what old Harry said about King Shura: You are a buddy who is uneducated and doesn't know what it is King Shura?That's just Buddhism and virtual characters in games!

At this moment, the most timid girl pointed to the sky in the west to let everyone see what it was.

Everyone subconsciously turned around and looked, and saw a super-large picture appeared above the western sky, which was just a piece of red clouds just now, just like a monitor as big as a football field playing a certain commercial: a black, majestic The city suddenly appeared in mid-air.

On the black city, banners were flying, and behind the female wall stood many soldiers wearing black cotton armor and red feathers on their heads, holding axes and other weapons in their hands, looking at the city wall with solemn faces.

Under the city wall, there is a wide avenue that winds into the distance.

Many men, women and children in ancient Hufu and Hanfu, driving ox carts, riding horses, or on foot, all came towards the city gate...

After seeing this scene, many young people were dumbfounded on the spot. After a while, many people began to rub their eyes vigorously, wondering if they had read it wrong.

They wiped their eyes vigorously and then looked over. The city was still the same black city, the avenue was still the winding avenue, and the pedestrians were still bustling... nothing had changed. The only difference from reality was that all of this was reflected on the water. , fluctuating slightly, giving people a strong sense of unreality.

"A mirage, it's a mirage!"

Finally, someone knew what they were seeing, and began to shout excitedly.

The mirage seems to be very close to everyone, just above the ghost sand, behind the big sand dune, it seems that as long as you stand on the sand dune, you can touch the red feathers on the soldiers' heads by raising your hand.

It is a pity that no camel dares to enter the ghost sand area.

Everyone has never seen such a close-range and extremely clear mirage. After a moment of stupefaction, they all took out their cameras and shot wildly at the sky over there.

Old Harry fell to his knees on the ground again, and began to throw himself on the floor in a nasty way.

Pop, pop, with the flickering of the flashlight, a gust of wind blows past, like blowing across the surface of water, the picture hanging in the sky vibrates greatly, like ripples on the surface of water, the picture is suddenly blurred Yes, and a lot lighter.

Everyone knows that this is a sign that the mirage is about to disappear.

People may never have the chance to see such an exquisite mirage in their lifetime, and they all rush to take pictures before this phenomenon disappears. Some people even shouted: "clearer, clearer!"

As if Hu Da had heard the man's prayer, as the breeze blew, the picture became stable again, but the color still faded slowly.

"Oh, unfortunately, I can't go to the sand dunes over there."

A young man who took dozens of photos in the blink of an eye, shook his head and sighed, suddenly a white dromedary camel appeared on the screen, and there were two people on the camel, one of them was wearing a hideous bronze mask !

"Ah, isn't this the white camel we saw just now?"

Immediately someone screamed out: "And that couple——they, why did they also appear in the mirage? How is this possible!?"

Everyone focused on looking towards the sky, their eyes widened: yes, the white dromedary that suddenly appeared in the picture was the camel that was chased by everyone not long ago, and the couple was still on it.

But, how did they appear in the mirage?

Could it be that there is a small lake behind the dunes over there, and their images were reflected in the air by the evaporated water vapor, overlapping with the mirage?
Well, that must be the case, otherwise there would be no other reasonable explanation. After all, in the Taklimakan Desert, there is no such majestic black city at all, let alone so many people wearing ancient costumes living here.

As for this majestic black city, where are so many people in ancient costumes, and how they appeared in the mirage, everyone can't figure it out for the time being—but the next picture made them even more dumbfounded: That pair of men and women riding a single-humped white camel ran into the city gate in the mirage!
The guards on both sides of the city gate immediately stroked their males with one hand, just like the old Harry next to everyone, knelt on the ground on one knee, bowed their heads to salute the woman wearing the bronze mask.

The woman in the bronze mask did not stop at all, and slapped the white camel with her left hand. The white camel raised its front hooves, leaped past a guard who seemed to be coming to pull the reins, and rushed into the city gate. .

The guard who was about to pull the reins was taken aback, and quickly knelt on the ground on one knee, as if begging the woman for forgiveness.

The woman didn't pay attention to anyone, but when she was about to disappear into the city gate, she suddenly turned her head and took a look.

Immediately, the young people around old Harry, who were completely stunned and even forgot to take pictures, saw a pair of regretful eyes, sharp as a sword, as if piercing straight into everyone's hearts.

The most timid girl let out an exclamation, stepped back and squatted on the ground.

After the exclamation sounded, everyone just woke up like a dream, and quickly raised the camera in their hands—the picture hanging in mid-air disappeared into the city gate with the masked woman, at a slow speed visible to the naked eye. Slowly fades and eventually disappears quickly.

The black city, guarded by black cotton armor, winding avenues, pedestrians passing by, men and women riding white single-humped camels, completely disappeared in mid-air.

The sky has regained its desolate and slightly dark natural color. A bright star appeared from the screen, blinking and blinking, as if reminding everyone that this is the familiar real world.

It should be that the image of the mirage has disappeared for a long time, and the night wind has also begun to increase, and the blown sand hits people's faces. More than 20 camels are walking restlessly, snorting from time to time, as if reminding everyone that it is time to start up.

But everyone seemed to be immobilized, no one moved, and they all stared blankly at the place where the picture disappeared.

What they saw just now made them unable to believe that everything was real, and they couldn't even tell if they were dreaming.

"The woman wearing the bronze mask is the King Shura who lives in the ghost sand. According to legend, every 60 years, she will appear in the world on a single-humped white camel to find the man she likes... Now, She's found a man she likes and brought it back."

Old Harry's voice sounded, ethereal as if it came from 100 meters below the desert: "It is said that every time King Shura comes out, there will be a bloody storm in the world, and many people will die. Those who died cannot be killed by Hu Da Accept it, and their wronged souls will wander in the desert, covered in blood, full of sorrow and hostility, so that it will affect the moon and make the moon turn red..."

Before old Harry could finish his sentence, the most timid girl suddenly pointed to the north and the distant sky in the east again, and said tremblingly: "Look, what is that!?"

Everyone suddenly turned around, and saw a full moon appearing in the distant eastern sky.

The red moon, strangely like a lantern, is also like a red eye, staring blankly at the world.

The night wind increased, whizzing past the ruins of the Loulan ruins in the distance, and made a slight but clear whining sound, like a ghost howling at night... Everyone's nerves tensed suddenly, and the timid girl rushed in into the arms of her boyfriend, cold sweat running down her back: "I, shall we go back?"

-

The Spring Festival is the most important festival for Chinese people.

Although the Mid-Autumn Festival among the Chinese festivals is a festival for missing loved ones, the influence of the Mid-Autumn Festival is much weaker than that of the Spring Festival. This can be seen from the crowds of passengers at the stations and airports.

Although the current Spring Festival has less and less flavor due to the improvement of living conditions, it is still the most important festival for the people. No matter what people do or what status they are, even the second-generation ancestors like Liu Xiaolong who don’t like to stay at home, Will be rushing back before New Years Eve too.

Liu Xiaolong actually didn’t want to go back to celebrate the Spring Festival, because the establishment of a factory in the Fengshan Development Zone in southern Hebei had reached the most critical time. After more than a month of hard work, the factory had already been erected. Production equipment is installed.

It's just that the workers in charge of building the factory didn't cooperate very much, even Chen Dabiao did the same. Liu Xiaolong scolded him a lot and offered generous overtime pay, hoping that he could cooperate with him to persuade those workers.

As for the result, Liu Xiaolong was very disappointed. Before he could come up with specific measures, his father called and said that he had to go back to Beijing for the New Year, saying that there was something important to tell him.

In desperation, Liu Xiaolong had no choice but to arrange the staff on duty, and returned to Beijing on New Year's Eve.

After returning home, Liu Xiaolong didn’t see his old man—the more important a festival is for a big leader, the more he should stick to his post. The pace walked home.

"Dad, you're back."

Liu Xiaolong, who was watching the Spring Festival Gala in the living room, stood up from the sofa, quickly went up to take the coat that Old Liu took off, and hung it on the hanger.

This very natural movement of Liu Xiaolong made Lao Liu's eyes flash with relief.

In the past, although Liu Xiaolong was also afraid of his father, he would never do such a filial act. This made Lao Liu secretly sigh in his heart that his son had finally grown up. Subconsciously, he raised his hand and patted his son on the shoulder, saying softly : "Come to the study, I have something to tell you."

"I'm going to get some food and drink. My mother has already prepared it. She has already rested now. We can take this opportunity to have a few more drinks."

After hearing Lao Liu say that he was going to talk in the study, Liu Xiaolong's eyes flashed with surprise.

Since he left school, he has never been to his father's study.

It's not that he doesn't want to go, it's that Lao Liu won't let him go, saying that he can only be qualified to go there when this guy becomes successful--this surprised Master Liu: Is the buddy successful?
The study room is large, but the decoration is very ordinary, that is, there are many books, and these books have traces of being read, it seems that it is not just a decoration.

Sitting on the stool opposite the desk, Liu Xiaolong poured a glass of wine for his father, raised his hands and said, "Dad, I wish you good health and success in your career in the new year."

"Hehe, good boy, you know how to flatter me."

Old Liu raised his wine glass with a smile, and touched his son: "I also wish you success in your future career and becoming a useful person to the country."

Liu Xiaolong curled his lips, looking dismissive.

(End of this chapter)