Tomb Raiders Notes - Zhangjia Mausoleum Keeper

"His taste is unique, and he is willing to eat mutton hot pot in summer." I secretly complained.

Then the three of them entered the store, and as soon as they entered the door, they were greeted by a face that seemed to have looked the same.A waiter about my age came up and asked if we had a reservation?When she saw Brother Qi Ling behind me, she couldn't help being stunned.

Wu Xie said to her: "Xiaowei, we are friends with the boss Wang of Cultural Relics Street in front, please arrange a box for us."

After hearing this, Xiao Wei shifted her gaze to Wu Xie.After seeing it clearly, he smiled embarrassedly and said, "Okay, Mr. Wu, please follow me."

Speaking of welcoming the three of us to the private room on the second floor, I seized the opportunity and made a gesture of Mr. Wu's mouth to Wu Xie. He glared at me and had nothing to do with me.

After we sat down, I couldn't help teasing that Wu Xie had such a good memory. Even though he was in Changsha, the names of beauties in various stores in Beijing were also readily available.

Wu Xie blushed immediately when I said that.Xiao Wei at the side didn't take it seriously, and while handing over the menu, explained to him: "Mr. Wu used to come here with Boss Wang, so he is more familiar with him."

I noticed that Xiaowei's gaze was always on Brother Qiling intentionally or unintentionally, so I asked, "What about this one? Except for the last time, have you come here often with Boss Wang before?"

Brother Qi Ling looked up at me with something meaningful in his eyes.

Xiaowei blushed, shook her head and said, "He's relatively rare, and I don't know what to call him until now?"

"Call him Mr. Zhang! Spicy pot bottom, thank you!" I smiled and handed the menu back to her.

Wu Xie glared at me again, and cursed: "Zi Lin, you really have to learn from Fatty."

"Let's be each other!" I replied not to be outdone.

Brother Qi Ling didn't seem to be listening to our conversation, his eyes kept looking at the furnishings in the box.This room is designated by Fat Brother every time he comes. Could it be that he will leave clues here?

"Zi Lin, do you think Xiao Wei is interested in my brother?" Wu Xie asked me this question tentatively, not knowing what it meant?

"Yes! Even a fool can see it." I poured a cup of tea on my own, and said casually: "I reminded her last time that Brother Qi Ling has a name and a master. This girl is also a temperamental person. See It doesn't look like you're giving up."

"Then do you feel uncomfortable looking at it?" Wu Xie asked again.

"What's the matter? Everyone has a love for beauty. With Mr. Zhang's good looks, it's strange that he can't attract girls?" I took a sip of tea and tried my best to suppress the uneasiness in my heart.

Wu Xie handed over the cup, motioned for me to add water for him, and said, "Why do I feel that you were jealous just now, otherwise, it's summer, why would you order spicy pot bottom?"

"..." I couldn't resist Wu Xie's probing gaze, and felt a little guilty.Fortunately, Brother Qi Ling was looking at things like the carpet, the bottom of the table or the ceiling at the moment, so he probably didn't hear our conversation.

"Exhaust...expel the moisture!" I prevaricated with an excuse.

Wu Xie laughed, then changed the subject, and didn't bother me too much.After the mutton and the bottom of the pot were on the table, Brother Qi Ling's search was coming to an end.

Xiaowei stepped forward with concern and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Zhang Qiling glanced at her, shook his head, and sat back beside me.I picked up a plate of meat and threw it into the pot, and said to Xiaowei: "He is looking for a friend who has been missing for a long time."

"Friend? On the ceiling?" Xiao Wei asked in surprise.

Wu Xie couldn't help but smiled and said, "Don't pay attention to her, she's just joking!"

"Oh, I think so, but if you go to Boss Wang, he left something for you." Xiaowei said calmly.

"Really?" Wu Xie and I asked in unison.

"Well, it seems to be a book. It's in my locker. Wait a minute, I'll get it right away." Seeing our reaction, Xiaowei knew that things were not that simple, so she hurried to get the things .

"Brother Fat left us a book?" I looked at Wu Xie in bewilderment, and then at Brother Ling. The doubts on their faces were more serious than mine.The three of us couldn't figure it out, what kind of book did Fat Brother, who has always been illiterate and dislikes books, leave us?

Soon, Xiaowei ran back again, and it was obvious that she really needed to run.Accompanied by rapid gasps, both cheeks were flushed. I have to admit that, as a peer, my skin is really not as good as hers.

Xiaowei put the book in the middle of the table, we went up to have a look, the three of us were shocked and speechless at the same time.This is a "Complete Works of Three Books of Tang Poetry".

"I think the fat man is teasing us." Wu Xie looked bewildered, not knowing what kind of riddle the fat man was playing.

"Are you sure you didn't take the wrong thing?" I stared at Xiaowei and asked.

"Absolutely not. Boss Wang came to eat alone that day. After eating, he handed this book to me. He also said that if he didn't come over for more than a month, he would send this book to his store. If he If my friend finds this place, I will give this book to his friend, but it must be one of the three of you." Xiaowei recalled.

I saw that Xiaowei spoke clearly and clearly, and it didn't seem like she was lying.Besides, Fat Brother once said that she is honest and reliable, someone he can trust, and he is willing to entrust things to her. Presumably there must be clues that Fat Brother left us in this book.

Brother Qi Ling obviously wanted to go with me.He had picked up the book, flipped through it, and pulled out a photo of a man in it.

Now, we are even more confused, what does Fat Brother mean?

Brother Qi Ling held his breath quite calmly, he asked Xiao Wei lightly: "Is this photo also put in the book by Fatty at that time?"

Seeing that Brother Ling took the initiative to talk to her, Xiaowei couldn't help but blushed even more, and hurriedly replied: "Yes, the position has not changed."

"Okay, got it, go get busy!" Brother Qi Ling didn't want to talk to her any more, and sat back on the chair with the book, flipping through it by himself.

Xiaowei originally wanted to chat with him a few more words, but seeing his attitude, she issued another order to evict the guest, so she had to leave the box in frustration.

I couldn't help but feel that brother Ling was really puzzled sometimes.Quietly said to Wu Xie: "Mr. Wu, when you pay the bill later, remember to give more tips. She may go to see a doctor. I wonder if she can be cured if her heart is broken?"

Wu Xie gave me a blank look, patted my forehead, and cursed: "It's not because of you, you still have the face to make sarcastic remarks."

I shrugged my shoulders and thought to myself: "I won't take the blame for it." After speaking, I moved to brother Ling and asked, "Did you find anything?"

He simply handed the book to me and said, "The answer is in this poem."

At this time, Wu Xie also came over, and I spread the books on the table for the convenience of the two of them.

The poem is called "Out of the Frontier" and it was written by Wang Changling in the Tang Dynasty.

"In the Qin Dynasty, the moon was bright and the Han Dynasty was at the Pass, and the Long Marchers had not yet returned. But let the flying generals of the dragon city stay, and don't teach Huma to go to the Yinshan Mountain." Wu Xie read the whole poem slowly.

"If Fat Brother's whereabouts are really in this poem, we have to extract the place names mentioned in it first, and then screen them?" I said.

They both nodded.

Then I read it carefully again and said: "The specific place name in the poem only mentions Longcheng, which was the holy place of the Huns back then. It is difficult to find out the exact location now, so I think it is unlikely that Fat Brother will go to this place. "

"Then let's extend it to analyze more possibilities, such as the author's ancestral home, or the ancestral home of those flying generals mentioned in the poem." Wu Xie suggested.

"Wang Changling is from Jinyang, Hedong, which is today's Taiyuan, Shanxi. Some people think that this flying general is written about Wei Qing, and some people think that he is written about Li Guang. These two people are from Linfen, Shanxi and Tianshui, Gansu respectively." I answered seriously.

"These three people, three places, what kind of riddle is Fatty doing?" Wu Xie sighed.

Brother Qi Ling, who had been silent all this time, suddenly pointed to the photo of xx and said, "It may have something to do with him."

"As we all know, □ is from Hunan." I looked at them and said.

At this time, Wu Xie suddenly slapped his head and laughed, explaining: "That's right, it's Hunan. Think about it carefully, the fat man doesn't know a lot of big characters, and he hates poetry so much, how could he know where the author is from? Who will you refer to?"

I nodded in agreement, but what I still couldn't figure out was: "If he wants to tell us that he went to Hunan, he can just put a photo of Grandpa Mao here. Why do he need to find a complete collection of ancient poems? Isn't it superfluous? Besides, Hunan So big, where should we go to find him?"

"Yes! So the place name is still hidden in this poem." I came to a conclusion firmly.

"Let's eat first! Think while eating." Wu Xie suggested.

I was dazed by the fat brother's puzzles, so I had to surrender first and let my stomach be full.During the dinner, Wu Xie ordered a few more bottles of wine, and said with a smile: "I'm more inspired after drinking it. Maybe after a little alcohol stimulation, I can sense Fat Brother's magical brain circuit at that time."

"Oh, we really tried our best to guess the riddle."

Brother Qi Ling saw that Wu Xie and I were drinking together depressedly, so he felt that he didn't drink. After all, someone needs to drive back later!

"Hey, think about it carefully. Is there any place name in Hunan that matches the name in the poem?" I swirled my wine glass, feeling a little overwhelmed because I drank too quickly.

"Did we think wrong again? This photo was just put by the fat man. After all, we all know that he still admires Grandpa Mao." Wu Xie touched the cup with mine, and then drank it down. do.

"It's also possible! It's like I like to put bookmarks when I read books." I kept smirking at Wu Xie.

He said: "You are cherishing books. I have known Fatty for so many years, but he is the master who burns books as materials. How could he do this? Besides, it is impossible for him to read those ancient poems! Unless the sun Come out from the west side." Wu Xie kept complaining to Fat Brother.

I ate meat and drank wine, feeling very happy.Brother Qi Ling silently added the hot meat to our bowls. His service today is inexplicably thoughtful.The spicy hot pot bottom is indeed very spicy. I don’t have a good stomach and intestines, so I shouldn’t eat too much.

"Zilin, does the Yinshan Mountain in this poem refer to the Yinshan Mountain Range?" Wu Xie, who can drink much better than me, can clearly point to the words in the book and ask me.

My face was flushed from drinking, and I felt my ears were buzzing, so I looked at Brother Ling blankly, not knowing what Wu Xie was talking about.He just looked at Brother Ling and nodded to him.

Then Wu Xie said: "Perhaps Fatty doesn't just refer to place names, but also people's names, or mountain names, river names..."

I saw Wu Xie's mouth opening and closing, talking non-stop, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and fell asleep on the table. . . . . .

The author has something to say:

Decided to add more today~

Don't think that Xiaoshuang took the wrong medicine and suddenly became diligent!

In fact, today is my birthday, because I control my calories during weight loss, so this is a birthday without cake. (There is resentment, and it is difficult to calm down.)

I have to choose to work hard and spend time with you and the characters in the story!

Since it's my birthday, allow me to say more!

I am very grateful to Jinjiang, who not only provided me with a platform to share stories, but also met so many kind-hearted people who love reading.I have stayed on other literature websites before, and after interacting with them, I still feel that this place is the most cordial.

All along, you are like little angels, no matter whether I write well or not, no matter how fast I update.You are always willing to accompany me and encourage me to move forward.

As a result, no matter I am collecting materials, weaving stories, or lighting a lamp, I am always full of energy.Because I know I'm not alone on the road.

When you open the webpage every day, you can see the changes in the browsing numbers after the chapters,

It all proves that you are continuing to support me. You want to know how the story will develop next and what the fate of the characters will be.And I couldn't stop.

If you ask me am I tired?is it hard?

I will definitely say hypocritically: "It's very tiring! It's very difficult! The cervical spine hurts so much that sometimes I can't lift my head... When I have no inspiration, I can't type a word when I sit in front of the computer for half an hour, or I can't type a word for a while. There are a lot of them, and I think it is unreasonable and uncoordinated. In the end, I deny myself, why is the writing so bad? I really have no talent or something. Haha... Xiaoshuang sometimes has nothing to do with herself."

In the future, I will insist on continuing to write. In addition to completing the previous two articles, I will also write another story about the Republic of China.Xiaoshuang generally does not allow unfinished or abandoned pits, after all, the texts are all biological.

Regarding the conception of the story, in addition to artistic processing, it will also pursue the coexistence of rationality and excitement, and at the same time force myself to read more books, accumulate materials, broaden my horizons and improve my writing skills.

The writing style will be brisk, simple and plain, and promote traditional culture and positive energy.Make friends with literature, entertain others, and keep in mind my original intention. I am just a person who wants to write stories.