Tomb Raiders Notes - Zhangjia Mausoleum Keeper

From then on, I felt that Poker Fing had changed into a different person. Not only did he live in seclusion, but he often stayed in Wu Xie's store for a whole day. Gradually, I found that they seemed to be continuing to study the tomb of King Li. Could it be that there are some new secrets discovered on the yellow gold and silk map that came here?

Anyway, these three people hang out together every day, and they are very mysterious. Boyouping spends very little time at home. Occasionally at home, he either sits on the sofa in a daze, or stays on the balcony basking in the sun. He rarely talks to me. I haven’t seen him for a long time. He smiled at me, but he never stopped reading scriptures at 12 o'clock every night. Sometimes I fell asleep, and he floated beside me like a ghost. For this reason, I was often scared to death.

Once I couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted: "Da Bo, are you sick? I'm fine. Don't chant scriptures to me in the middle of the night every day. I'm not sick. I'm almost sick because of you." But these words are just At that time, I was quick to talk, and I regretted it immediately after I finished speaking. I thought that I was the only one in the entire Zhang family who dared to yell at the patriarch like this. Will he kick me out of the house in the next second and remove me from the family tree? Come on!

I lowered my head anxiously and didn't dare to look at him. He left without saying anything for a while.The next day I read it on time as before, and I stared at his expressionless face, but I couldn’t see any emotion. It continued like this for a few days, and I simply told him : "It's boring, I haven't returned the apartment before, or I'll move back to live in it!" After saying this, I regretted it for a while, but I really didn't understand his mind, and I didn't know how to continue living here.

He sighed softly, and then said without doubt: "Return it, and stay here from now on. You still have unfinished tasks as a mausoleum guard, and I will tell you later."

"Why did you tell me later?"

"The time has not come yet." After he finished speaking, he immediately disappeared, as if he would not delay for another second. Did I make him hate it? Since the confession, I feel that our relationship has not improved at all. Getting along It is not as relaxed and natural as before, but it often feels awkward and forced.

"Ah~" I sighed helplessly, and remembered the poem: "If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan?" I heard that people who are older will prefer to sigh, but I feel that I am now The state of mind is also like that of a little old lady, maybe guessing and waiting are the beginning of old age!

A few days later, I received an email from Senior Xiao Rong, who requested to compile the last work of Teacher Yu Qian into a book. The last time the serialization was halfway through, this work was discontinued because of my affairs. Now that If I have time, I naturally don't want to give up. After all, this is the last work of the teacher before his death. It can be said that he sacrificed his life for it.

Xiao Rong asked me to help organize and send the final draft to him, so I gradually became busy. As long as a person is busy, he has no time to worry about other things. The stuffy oil bottle is still the same, leaving early and returning late every day, soaking in Wu Xie In the store, I don’t know what they are planning. Sometimes I wonder if they are planning to find the next auspicious place, but after thinking about it carefully, it is impossible. Passed down, he should know where the auspicious place is, and besides, he doesn't seem to have any interest in longevity, maybe he himself is already an immortal old man.

One night, I stayed up all night because I was rushing to write a manuscript. When I was done tidying up, the sky was just turning white. I was exhausted and walked to the kitchen to find some water to drink. Baiyan, I gently opened the door and saw that Pokerfoil was lying on the sofa in a daze, half asleep, looking at the sky, I thought he was waiting to watch the sunrise, but the choking smoke on the balcony The smell and the cigarette butts in the ashtray are telling me that he has been here all night, and that the oil bottle is finally like a man in the world, and he has started to learn how to smoke, but he doesn’t seem to be smoking, he just lights up. Put it aside and let it burn freely, turn it off and turn it on, turn it on and turn it off, this kind of behavior is quite weird to me.

I walked up to him, squatted down, patted him, and asked, "Why don't you sleep?"

His half-dozed eyes were filled with boiled blood, and he didn't speak, just shook his head.

I smiled and thought: "Could this guy also suffer from insomnia? I think it's probably because he slept too much during the day." Then I went to drink a glass of water, poured another glass for him, put out the cigarette, sat next to him, and Looking at the sky and waiting for the sunrise.

Soon the horizon on the horizon became brighter and brighter, shooting out a glow. The corner of the rising sun seemed to be pushed up by a huge force. It was round and big, like a yellow egg yolk, staining the surrounding sky with gold. yellow.

It was the first time I watched the sunrise so seriously when I grew up. I glanced excitedly at Poker Bottle. He still had the same blank expression, but his expression was obviously a little more solemn. The sun is sacred. It shines on the earth and gives life to all things. Only after I went down to the tomb did I gradually understand why Poker Bottle is so keen on basking in the sun. People say that if you don’t lose it, you will never understand the value of this thing. Sunshine is also important. Yes, the dank and dark tomb is the two poles of the world, and Poker Bottle is a person who drifts between these two extremes. In the past long years, he obviously spent more time in the tomb.

At this time, he also turned his head to look at me, suddenly pursed his lips at me, and then smiled with the corners of his mouth up. This smile seemed to understand Long live.I also returned a smile to him contentedly, and we just smiled at each other in the morning sun, as if we had wiped away all the entanglement and unhappiness during this period of time.

Maybe after going through those things, it is very lucky to be alive, why do you still think about those things that are not there!

Taking advantage of his good mood, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and said casually: "I'm so bored, let me ask you a question!"

"Ok?"

"What do you like about me?" Looking at my level of asking questions, I directly omitted the previous sentence "Do you like me?", and went straight to the point, saying it was direct, rather than saying that I took the initiative when he let his guard down Attacking, maybe I can get an unexpected answer. I can come up with such a bad move, so I don’t agree with the saying that women in love will become stupid, but even if I fight with him all the time, I still can’t. I feel like I have the upper hand. I can only say that this man is too shrewd. If he really lived to be hundreds of years old, how can he not understand what a little girl is thinking? I just don’t want to point it out, so I almost don’t report anything to his answer. hopefully.

He raised the corners of his mouth again, his smile deepened, and he didn't look at me, just continued to look at the sky as if whispering, and said slowly: "I've never seen someone who loves to cry like you."

It stands to reason that I should be very sweet after listening to it. After all, he indirectly admitted the fact that he likes me, but his words really made me unable to laugh, "I have never seen a person who loves to cry like me?" Do I love to cry? ?So I was a crybaby in his eyes?

I curled my lips and began to think about the number of times I cried since I met him. I couldn't even count the number of times. I'm afraid of crying!

"He... he can't be...?" I suddenly thought of a very horrifying answer, "If he is really a few hundred years old, he can naturally be my wife and grandpa. Could it be that he Do you think that liking refers to the love and affection of the elders for the younger generation?" I was going crazy thinking of this, shaking my head like a rattle, and muttering in my mouth, "No, I don't want this kind of thing."

Poker bottle turned his head to look at me and asked, "Why don't you want this?"

"No...it's nothing." I panicked when I was asked, stood up and said, "I'm going to make breakfast." After that, I hurried into the house, and the speed could be described as fleeing.

After breakfast, Poker-Face finally didn't go to Wu Xie's shop again, but went back to his room to catch up on sleep. I also felt a little more at ease, and went back to my room to catch up on a good night's sleep.

While sorting out the teacher's information, I also made a new discovery. I found a hidden folder in the folder of his USB flash drive. My curiosity made me almost fidgety. I tried a few numbers but couldn't solve them, so I casually mentioned this to Poker-Face. Unexpectedly, he seemed to be very interested in it, holding my computer and researching it. After a long time, it turned out to be untied.

I suddenly felt that I was so ridiculous, what kind of wife... Grandpa's age, he is more proficient in computer operation than me, he looks no different from the young people of today, and he also knows some computer skills, how long will he live? Centenarians must have never even seen a mouse!

Poker bottle didn't seem to care about my surprise and wild thinking, and he obviously didn't bother to explain it much. He just kept transcribing the content inside, and his brows became more and more wrinkled.

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The grandfather dotes on his granddaughter! !cover face