Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

At first, Shen Mingchao didn't realize she was dreaming. Looking at the young man in military uniform sitting in a wheelchair in front of her, she thought she had traveled through time again.

"May I ask who you are...?"

The young man raised his head, his military cap pulled low, revealing a pair of dark, lacquered eyes through his wispy hair.

Unlike his cold, hard military uniform, the young man's eyes were like a gentle, warm drizzle in April.

The other person smiled gently, their thin lips moving, but surprisingly, no sound came out.

Shen Mingchao frowned.

"What are you saying? I can't hear you."

The young man paused for a moment, then immediately said something.

Looking at the lips that were moving silently, Shen Mingchao finally realized one thing: she couldn't hear the young man's voice.

"Excuse me," Shen Mingchao asked cautiously again, "Are you unable to make a sound?"

The young man neither nodded nor shook his head; he simply smiled again and pointed behind Shen Mingchao.

At the same time, Shen Mingchao heard a clear sound of waves, and the air was filled with the salty smell of seawater.

Shen Mingchao turned around abruptly, completely unable to believe what he was seeing.

In the distance lies a vast blue sea, with sunlight pouring down, creating dappled golden light that spreads across its surface.

Shen Mingchao unconsciously walked towards the seaside, but as soon as she took a step, her forearm was grabbed.

The force was neither too light nor too heavy, seemingly just a reminder to the girl not to fall behind.

Shen Mingchao turned his head and noticed the slightly aggrieved look in the young man's eyes, and quickly realized what was going on.

With an apologetic look on her face, she turned around and walked behind the young man, gripping the handlebars of his wheelchair with both hands.

"I'll push you in your wheelchair, let's go see the sea together."

Knowing that Shen Mingchao could not hear him, the young man responded with a nod.

When the two of them walked on the beach, just a step away from the sea, they both fell silent.

That boundless expanse stretched one's breath long and deep, and with each heartbeat, one's heart rose and fell with the waves.

A moment later, Shen Mingchao was the first to come to his senses and turned his head to look over.

I noticed that the young man's eyes were filled with deep longing.

This isn't the gaze one should have when simply admiring the sea; it's more like looking at the horizon where the sky meets the sea.

"Are you looking at the other side of the sea?" she asked.

The young man looked away, somewhat puzzled.

Shen Mingchao smiled mischievously, pointed at the young man's eyes, and said, "Tell me here, you have many stories to tell. I can't hear you, but if you're willing to tell me..."

She quickly picked up a twig, walked back a few steps, and placed the twig in the young man's hand.

"Then write it down for me to see."

The young man was a little stunned. He gripped the branch with his five fingers, and without much hesitation, he quickly bent down and wrote two sentences on the sand with the branch.

My name is Zhang Haixia.

[Home is on the other side of the sea]

After Shen Mingchao read it aloud in a breathy voice, he was stunned, feeling that the two sentences contained a great deal of information.

Zhang Haixia? The Zhang family member Shen Mingyue mentioned who died young? Did she see a ghost?

Where is "home"? Is it the ancestral home of the Zhang family?

Shen Mingchao was filled with questions and was about to ask more when he turned his head and found that the young man had lost his color and turned into a translucent white figure.

It turned out to be the same things I had seen inside the bronze door.

Shen Mingchao's pupils suddenly contracted.

She was startled awake, and when she opened her eyes, she was met with Zhang Qilin's handsome and reassuring face.

Looking around again, the familiar interior of the car confirmed that she was dreaming.

But the content of this dream is too strange.

How could she dream about Zhang Haixia, who has absolutely no connection to her? Wasn't he logged off a long time ago?

While she was thinking, Wu Xie asked her how she was feeling, saying that she had been sleeping soundly and they hadn't been able to wake her up.

Shen Mingchao didn't know what to say, so she just said she had a dream and it was nothing serious. Afraid that Wu Xie would ask more questions, she changed the subject: "By the way, why did this car stop?"

Wu Xie paused for a moment before explaining, half-jokingly, "I had the convoy stop at the service area so we could have breakfast, rest, and then set off again. If you're tired of sitting, you can get off and stretch your legs."

She wasn't tired, but Shen Mingchao felt her mind was in a mess. She said "okay" and hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car.

It was mid-August, the beginning of autumn. The temperature in the morning and evening was not as hot as during the day. A cool breeze brushed against his cheeks, blowing away the drowsiness that Shen Mingchao felt after waking up.

She immediately stretched and comfortably closed her eyes.

She then turned her gaze to the distance, where most of the horizon was still shrouded in the deep blue of the night.

After watching for a short while, the sky began to lighten, as if someone had used their fingertips to lift the curtain of night.

As a touch of crimson appeared, the clouds gradually turned into a large expanse of orange-red.

Shen Mingchao was stunned; this was the first sunrise she had seen in five months.

As dawn broke, it felt like a lifetime had passed.

Memories from the depths of her mind surfaced; she too had once stood atop a mountain thousands of feet high, waiting for the sunrise and the sea of ​​clouds.

At that time, her whole family climbed Mount Tai at night, and after a long and arduous climb, they finally saw the sunrise.

All four were stunned by the beautiful scenery before them. Their fatigue vanished, replaced by excitement. They randomly grabbed a passerby and took a group photo of them.

The scene from that year seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space, reappearing before Shen Mingchao's eyes.

Moved by the scene, she felt a lump in her throat and her eyes welled up with tears.

"What's wrong with you?"

A soft male voice suddenly came from behind me.

Shen Mingchao recognized who it was, quickly blinked, and then turned around.

The one who just spoke was Wu Xie.

Standing next to Wu Xie was Zhang Qilin, and she also saw Xie Yuchen walking towards them.

Shen Mingchao glanced around and shook his head slightly: "It's nothing. I just suddenly feel a little homesick."

"By the way, could you take a picture for me? I'd like to capture this moment."

Wu Xie wouldn't refuse such a simple request. He took out his phone, turned on the flash, and aimed it at Shen Mingchao.

In the scene, the girl didn't make any extra movements, she just looked in their direction and smiled, her smile was so pure and without a trace of impurity, and her eyes sparkled with tiny lights.

A "click" sound.

This moment has been frozen in time forever.

It's not just in phone photos, but also in people's memories.