I have special communication skills

Chapter 112
Time flies, Chu Qingqing died ten years ago, Jing Qin never forgot her, Jing Chu couldn't understand her father when she was young, every time Bai Xiangxue fell in love, she was in pain, but after a few months, she was able to devote herself to a new relationship with full enthusiasm .

Jing Qin once commented: "Axue is more courageous than me."

This time, Bai Xiangxue went to a French winery for vacation at his invitation, and fell in love again within a month.

Jing Qin said to Jing Chu in this way: "He is very reliable. He is my old friend for many years. He is a botanist. He has been doing research in the Amazon forest before. Because he lives in seclusion, he has never had a family. This time he came here to meet with me. I study the cultivation of grapes. As soon as you and your mother met, you told them about the soil requirements, climate, and history of the vines. I heard that she was my ex-wife. She came around and asked if I would mind pursuing her."

He couldn't hide his smile when he said this: "In the past two days, I have asked your mother to go out to pick grapes every day, make specimens, and show her the leaves of ancient trees collected before. He is currently cultivating the seeds of an ancient lotus and wants to grow a Lianhua came to propose to your mother."

Jing Chu couldn't help smiling when he heard this: "Really, then she must be very happy."

"She's happy and happy."

"Don't tell her."

"it is good."

Jing Chu hung up the phone only to find that it was pitch black outside. He had been sitting for so long, but he didn’t feel thirsty or hungry. It turned out that someone said that the walking dead were real, and his body seemed to be no longer his own, and he no longer wanted to love and take care of it. .

He took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet. He still remembered that time when Yang Mianmian was drunk and the two of them had a good time with the wine. Afterwards, he always teased her to drink a little. She was the best behaved when she was half drunk. When he came over, his cheeks were flushed, his body was limp, and only his eyes were extremely bright.

His hand trembled, and half a glass of red wine spilled out, but he still didn't realize it.

From now on, all memories are like a knife, cutting out the heart inch by inch, and it hurts every time I think about it, but I can't forget it.

He didn't remember how he fell asleep, maybe he was drunk, maybe he was too tired, and he woke up for a long time without knowing where he was.

The mobile phone reminded that there were many missed calls. He checked and found that they were all from Cong Jun. He called back, and the phone only rang once and the call was connected.

Cong Jun's voice was cautious: "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Jing Chu sat up, went to the bathroom to wash his face, saw his eyes were red and bloodshot, wiped his face, and pulled himself together, "What's the matter?"

"Come out for dinner." Cong Jun pondered for a long time, but he didn't dare to persuade him directly, "I'm treating you."

Jing Chu didn't want him to worry: "Okay."

During the meal, Cong Jun could hardly tell what Jing Chu had experienced, except that the wine bottles on the table were almost out of place, and he was even more worried.

I wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, I really couldn't persuade it. Whoever encountered this kind of thing can be persuaded with a few words, there is no way.

I can only wait for the days to pass day by day, day by day.

No one can help.

He can only accompany him to drink a cup of wine, clink a cup and take a sip, and he can't help feeling guilty in his heart, what's the matter!If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have said this at the beginning. The two of them stayed in Nancheng well, so there would be no today.

When he was very drunk, he heard Jing Chu say: "I only know what the hell is life and death today."

There is still the hope of seeing you again, but what should you do if you die?From now on, in the vast sea of ​​people, where will there be a second Yang Mianmian?

Cong Jun raised his head and looked at the chandelier above his head, trying not to let the tears flow down, and cursed his mother viciously in his heart: "The fate of grass Nima!"
If two flowers bloom, one branch is required for each.

Yang Mianmian is busy catching the plane right now, and the plane is late, so she is extremely anxious: "Why haven't you come yet, and it's late, when will you be late, I'm so anxious!"

A boy in his 20s comforted her: "Why don't we stay for two more days and we'll discuss it..." Before he finished speaking, Yang Mianmian interrupted him: "Okay, I've given you the photos and notes I'm here for you, I'm going back to Nancheng now, whoever stops me and whoever is in a hurry!"

"But the professor still wants to tell you more about the ruins..." The boy looked at him pitifully, "Do you know what a great discovery this is?"

Yang Mianmian heheed twice: "What you see is a discovery, what I see is that I almost died in the desert, the photos of the ruins I took, and the wood I picked up are all given to you, what else do you want? what!"

"But apart from you, no one has seen this ruin... Didn't you say there is still a stone tablet?"

"You'll see it when you get there, but right now, I want to go home."

The boy was originally a dull character who was immersed in archaeology, and he had already summoned up his courage to talk to Yang Mianmian, but now that she said it so frantically, he dared not speak again.

But Yang Mianmian was angry for a while and asked, "Do you have any money? Lend me 100 yuan, and I will pay you back."

The boy took out all the money on his body and gave it to her: "Here you are."

Yang Mianmian just took 100 yuan: "This will do, thank you."

"No, you're welcome."

The plane finally arrived. After boarding the plane, Yang Mianmian sighed first. She was exhausted, but she couldn't sleep yet, so she had to wait till she got home.

Jing Chu must be waiting for her to go back, she doesn't want to delay any more.

The plane took off, and seeing the lights of thousands of houses in the distance, she held her head up, recalling what happened this month, she could hardly describe it in words.

She was buried by the sudden sand and dust, but fortunately she was not smothered to death with her face exposed. Immediately afterwards, she felt the sand lying under her move, as if it was going to push her somewhere.

The journey was long, and she was hungry and thirsty on the way, so she couldn't help asking, "Can you take me to the source of water first, I'm dying of thirst."

It didn't take long before she saw water, a very small puddle, but it was enough to save lives at this time. There was still a cactus alive, and she didn't care about it. She ate it after breaking it, and she survived. .

Many days have passed like this, the changes in the desert are so fleeting. Maybe the lake you meet today will be thousands of miles away tomorrow. Yang Mianmian has heard of such strange things before, but he did not expect to experience it himself. .

She didn't know where the desert was going to send it, and she didn't know where she had been. Every day she could see the endless yellow sand.

No one, nor any lizards, nor scorpions, nor snakes, probably avoided on purpose, sometimes sent her to the water's edge, and sometimes she met other travelers who had died in the desert.

One night she slept wrapped in a chair cover, and her place was still changing, and she didn't care, until she woke up that morning and found herself lying on a stone tablet.

An old and indistinct voice was speaking to her: "You're here...can you hear my voice?"

She opened her eyes and looked around, only to see large pieces of dilapidated sand and rocks one after another, some of which could not be identified clearly, and some could still see the shape of the city wall. She stood up and looked around, and the dilapidated ancient ruins were extraordinarily magnificent under the bright red sun. , breathtaking.

"What are you?" she asked.

"I am the ancient city of Xilou."

These two uncommon words confused Yang Mianmian: "What are you?"

"I am a city, and Yilou is my name."

"I'm sorry, I'm a science major, and I've only heard about the ancient city of Loulan..." Yang Mianmian was a little embarrassed. She wasn't very interested in history, and she didn't study this kind of ancient country in the Western Regions at all.

The ancient city of Yilou didn't care: "Yes, I am very close to Loulan. A long time ago, people would pass by me after passing through Loulan." Its voice was a bit vague, and sometimes it was hard to hear what it was talking about. The accent was not surprising, she could understand it.

"I can understand you, and you can speak our language." Yang Mianmian still remembered those little friends who only spoke dialects in the deep mountains, and she was really anxious.

It said: "Many people have been here. At that time, I was under the sand. They didn't find me. We didn't come out until more than ten years ago. It said that Loulan had been found."

Yang Mianmian snorted and asked, "Does it mean the desert?"

"Yes... I heard it said that you can hear us talking, I'm dying, I don't remember many things... Actually it doesn't matter, it hasn't been long, I should disappear...it There was something to say, but they couldn't hear it."

"it?"

"It's me." The stone tablet she stepped on said, "They engraved words on me, hoping that someday someone will know that those people are far away, but they never came, and I have been waiting for a long time. Be discouraged, thank you for coming, I want to tell the story to someone, it is my responsibility."

Yang Mianmian jumped down and sat cross-legged on the sand: "You want to tell me a story?"

"Yes, it says you can hear me. The person who carved me wanted to tell the story of Yilou to other people. We have been waiting for a long time. We can't wait any longer. Before long, we will all be sand, never Someone will know." The stone tablet's voice was a little sad.

"Then... after listening to the story, can you send me back?"

After a moment of silence, Gu Cheng said, "It says it can send you back to where you are."

Yang Mianmian heaved a sigh of relief: "Alright then."

She listened to them tell the story of seven days and seven nights. First, the stone tablet told the words engraved on it, and Yang Mianmian took some photos with the last power of the mobile phone, and then the ancient city told them that it experienced many more details, but its memory is already very good. Blurred, the only thing I remember is the disappearance of Xi Lou.

Its disappearance does not have any magical color, it is a sudden plague.

"A lot of people got sick and contagious, and then a lot of people died. They said they had no choice but to leave here, so they engraved me before leaving, and asked me to tell future people that this place used to be 埒lou, I hope not Forgotten." The stone tablet said very simply, when it was conscious, the plague had already spread, and the remaining survivors decided to abandon the city, and carved a stone tablet before leaving, proving that all of this once existed.

But time has passed so long, people still remember the famous Loulan ancient city, and cheer for its relics, but the name of Loulan only exists in a few documents, thousands of years have passed by, and generations of dynasties have changed , Nowadays, not many people remember this name.

Once upon a time, it was also glorious and prosperous. Although the scale was smaller than Loulan, it was still an important city on the Silk Road. At one time, people came and went, and a large number of silk tea and ivory jewelry came and went here.

It's just that even the Himalayas once sank under the sea, and now the sea is changing, and the East China Sea will also raise dust, let alone an ancient city in the Han Dynasty?

The ancient city sighed: "It was so lively at that time. Merchants from the East brought silk from thousands of miles away. It is the most beautiful cloth I have ever seen. At that time, only the city lords could wear it. At that time, I thought it would always be like this. It will always exist...but even Loulan has disappeared, let alone me?"

The stele is sullen: "I heard it said that people still remember Loulan, but no one remembers us."

The ancient city smiled and comforted it: "There are so many cities and people who come and go in this world, only a few can be remembered by history, and many like us have disappeared."

"I want to be known, and I want to be remembered. They carved me down in the hope that someone will remember us." The stele is very stubborn. Its purpose is different from that of the ancient city. The city exists because of people, but People have disappeared for thousands of years, and the ancient city has no obsession with its own demise.

But the stele always remembers that it hopes that more people will know its existence.

Yang Mianmian was filled with indescribable sadness and loss. She said, "If you want, I'd like to tell others what you told me, but they won't believe it."

"why?"

"People usually only believe what they've seen unless I bring them here, but if that's the case, it's going to be very noisy and you might not be able to sleep peacefully."

The stele stopped talking. It has lived for thousands of years, but the living environment is so simple, and its heart is like that of a child: "I don't know..."

For many years, it and the ancient city have depended on each other for life, and the ancient city has blocked the wind and sand for it, preventing it from being weathered a little bit in the wind. It told many stories to it, which it does not know.

Gucheng said: "I think it's all right. I exist because of people. If people need me, I will be there. If they don't need me, I can disappear."

The word disappear probably touched the tears of the stele, and it suddenly cried: "Then don't disappear, okay? I want to be with you, I don't want you to die, let's not die, okay, we are always together. "

As soon as the crying sound from the stele came out, Yang Mianmian's eyes turned red as well, and she secretly wiped away her tears.

After a long time, I heard Gucheng say: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)