I dig ancient tombs for the country

The old man was dressed in casual sportswear. Although his hair was gray, his eyes were piercing and he looked very energetic.At this moment, he was sitting on the rock lonely, staring blankly at the front, as if he was thinking about something...

"That old man, I don't know what you want me to do for you?" I looked at him in surprise.

"Young man, I want to trouble you to take a photo. I was rude just now. I'm very sorry."

"Old man, don't say that, you are kind. Come on, I will choose some good angles for you, and take some more photos as a souvenir."

I took a few photos of the old man with his camera "click click" and the camera has a flash. With the flash, I seemed to see that the long stone on which the old man was standing was a bit strange. What is it? I can't tell, but there is always a thought flashing in my heart, there is a problem here.

After the old man left, I pointed to the big rock where the old man was standing just now and showed it to Hongmao. Hongmao looked around and couldn't see why. He asked me inexplicably, "Brother Tao, is this stone The hidden secrets will not work."

"I also feel that something is wrong, let's look for it." So the two of us walked around this long stone several times, but we didn't find any clues. We always felt that this stone was a bit weird.This stone is very long, about two meters four, and ninety centimeters wide. The stone is covered with strange patterns. The patterns are still circles, and they look very beautiful. We can't understand what the patterns mean. What.

Could there be another world under the stone?Thinking of this, I asked Hongmao to find a wooden stick to pry the stone open. It was impossible for the two of us to move the stone.Red Hair found a stick, and we lifted one end of the rock, then put the stick under the rock, and used the principle of leverage to easily pry the big rock open.

There is a layer of blue bricks under the stone. Where did the blue bricks come from on this mountain? Hongmao and I looked at each other, and there really is another world underneath.

At this time, I have missed the time to watch the sunrise, and there is no one around.I was on guard, and the red bricks were cleared away by the red hair. Below the bricks was a pit of about [-] centimeters. In the pit were two picture scrolls wrapped in oiled paper, and several plates and jars wrapped in oiled paper.

After we took out those things, before we had time to open them for a closer look, we quickly returned those bricks and that piece of stone to their original positions.It's not easy to stay here for a long time, the two of us went down the mountain with our things, took a taxi and returned to the Walijia Hotel after half a month's absence.

The owner of the hotel, the enthusiastic old couple, kept asking questions as soon as they saw us. Although I couldn't understand them, they made gestures while talking, and finally got a general idea.That is to say, the guide and yacht master we were looking for had returned long ago, saying that the two of us might be dead.

The red hair made a gesture of God's blessing, and ordered the kitchen to send us some good wine and food. He didn't eat anything these days, and the bird faded out of his mouth.

Back in the room, we both took a nice hot bath, and after a hearty lunch, we unwrapped the greased paper.Our eyes lit up, the porcelain pots and jars were too eye-catching.

The porcelain basin is a five-color figure-folding basin in the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty. It is mainly red, green and yellow. This porcelain basin is very exquisite in terms of shape and pattern. Outlined, and embellished with mountains, rocks, exotic flowers and plants, the whole picture is full and lively.

Those porcelain pots are all blue and white porcelain, the glaze color is rounder, and the colors are brighter, and they are worth a lot of money at first glance.

One of the two-axis scrolls is Dong Qichang's calligraphy, and the other is his proud work "The Eight Views of Autumn".Dong Qichang's fonts are beautiful and ingenious, with rich ink color changes and natural brushwork.His brushes are meticulous and expressive. The branches blowing in the wind and the undulating water patterns in the paintings are very realistic.

I thought these things were secretly hidden by Zheng He’s subordinates when he went to the West, but it’s not true. Zheng He was an eunuch when Ming Chengzu Zhu Di was, and Dong Qichang was a famous calligrapher and painter at the end of Ming Dynasty. The timing is not wrong. Less, and it is irrelevant.

So, who hides these things there?

Seeing that I was staring at the pile of things in a daze, the red hair shook his head and made fun of me: "Brother Tao, don't you want to sleep with them in your arms tonight?"

"Fuck you, you just hugged them to sleep." I said as I picked up the pillow on the bed and threw it at the red hair.The red hair laughed and took the pillow and threw it at me again. For a while, we were jumping and jumping, fighting and fighting, and the room was filled with laughter and laughter.

Hongmao accidentally pushed me onto the bed, and I began to laugh and scold Hongmao: "Why, you see that you are so handsome and easy to overthrow, so it's all futile." Hongmao listened He rushed over with a smile, and while teasing me, he tickled me, making me laugh so much that my stomach hurts so much that I can't even stand up.We haven't been this happy for a long time. Looking at the red hair's flowery smile, my heart is as sweet as eating honey.

At this time, Hongmao asked me: "Brother Tao, you said that it would be nice for us to be so happy every day." Hongmao's peach blossom eyes are very beautiful, they are narrow and long, and the eyelashes are like two rows of thick brushes. Blinking and blinking with the eyeballs, it looks like a little sparkling star.

I almost couldn't help but want to step forward and hug Hongmao into my arms, but I still tried my best to restrain the urge, Hongmao is still a child who can't grow up, it will scare him.

During this period of time, Hongmao is more dependent on me, as if he regards me as his protector, so let me protect him silently.

Soon, the red hair fell asleep, and I stared blankly at the night sky. Our trip to Indonesia is coming to an end. Regardless of whether these things are treasures that Mr. Cai is looking for, we must go back, because next Wednesday It is Mr.'s birthday. As Mr.'s disciples, we must be there.

There was a burst of hearty laughter from the corridor outside the door, which sounded familiar.I opened the door and saw that it was the old man I saw on the mountain in the morning.

When the old man saw me, he smiled and said to me: "Young man, it seems that we are destined to meet again."

"Yes, old man, you had a good time today."

"Well, it's not bad. If you have time, you can come to my place to have a look. When I took the scenery, I took the two of you into it."

"Really?" I was pleasantly surprised. I originally wanted to take two pictures, but it was so hard to come here. Wouldn't it be a pity if I didn't think about it.

I closed the door and came to the old man's room. The room was very clean, unlike the two of us, who left things in disorder.

There is a stack of photos on the table, the first one happens to be the photo of Red Hair and me.In the photo, the red hair was sleeping soundly on my lap, and I secretly kissed his eyes.God!This, if Hongmao saw this, he would have to kill me with a knife.

When I returned to the house lightly with the photo in hand, Hongmao was fast asleep. He just turned over and muttered something in his mouth, which made me tremble, as if a thief was caught on the spot .

After a while, there was no more movement from the red hair, so I secretly put the photo into the backpack.Just when he was about to sleep, he heard Hongmao mutter again: "Brother Tao, don't do it." What, what's going on?Could it be that the red hair dreamed that I was molesting him? Haha, what is going on here!