Cat Gu Notes

In the original countryside, it is on the field, or at the head of a small bridge, or even at the entrance of the alley next to the residents' houses, and in the summer and autumn seasons, the moon and stars are thin and the breeze is breezy at night.

Therefore, although researchers have been working hard to eliminate the superstitious color of this incident, the folks are still rumoring that "the ghost is killing his life", saying that the impermanent ghost who leads the way in the front, and the night wandering god who escorts the team behind, the more it spreads, the more mysterious it becomes.

Xia Mingruo didn't think about it at this time, he was just driven by curiosity, he just wanted to see it.

The uncle naturally stopped him: "Don't, let's go back home."

Xia Mingruo became impatient: "You know, this is a hologram..."

"Holographic images," said the uncle, "I also learned a little bit when you taught the leopard science, but the question is, if this is an image, why hasn't the young man who ran into the Yin soldiers with me in 1948 not come back today?"

Xia Mingruo turned her head: "Huh?"

"Why?" The uncle raised his mustache at him, pretending to be angry.

Xia Mingruo turned around and sat up, thought for a while, then knelt down and crawled away.The uncle had no choice but to pull him back again: "You really don't cry when you see the coffin..."

He knocked Xia Mingruo down neatly with a backhand, stepped on the ground, and muttered again: "Your old man has a spiritual thought in the sky that shines red all over Asia, Africa and Latin America...you will soon suppress this child named Xia." , it's too difficult to carry..."

Immediately, a hoarse shout sounded in the distance: "Don't believe it—! Uncle—! Where is it? Who—?"

"Xia Mingruo! Guide—!"

"Where are you—?"

The uncle was stunned for a while, feeling quite touched: "It's still the spirit of the chairman..."

What responded to him was all kinds of strange wind sounds, and the huge waves in the sky gathered and surged again, as if the yellow and black water was splashing again one day, and the big pebbles bumped and rolled.

Chu Haiyang finally found Xia Mingruo and his uncle ahead of the strong wind. He was as dirty as a lump of mud, and he was very angry.He grabbed the uncle's collar and shook it desperately: "Uncle! You you you you you you!" He lifted Xia Mingruo up and shook him: "Don't believe you! You! You you you you you you you!!!"

Xia Mingruo screamed again and again: "Ah—ah—"

Chu Haiyang quickly stopped: "What's wrong?"

Xia Mingruo continued to scream: "Oh—nope..."

"What's wrong?" Chu Haiyang became more nervous.

"The Yin soldiers are gone..." The uncle lowered his head weakly, "You called the Yin soldiers away..."

"Huh? Yin Soldier? What?" Chu Haiyang raised his head and thought for a long time, then clapped his hands suddenly, "Oh! That Yin Soldier! It's not because I don't have it, it's because of the wind."

Xia Mingruo knelt and wiped his tears, feeling extremely wronged: "Fuck you bastard Chu Haiyang, I won't talk to you anymore..."

Chu Haiyang shouted: "It's not me anymore!"

He angrily stood up the two people in front of him, Xia Mingruo drooped his head like a rag, Chu Haiyang turned his head and asked the uncle: "What kind of Yin soldiers?"

The uncle chattered and gesticulated up and down, saying that he was riding a tall camel, wearing a small white hat, where he had a knife hanging on his body, and where he was wrapped in fur. Chu Haiyang nodded repeatedly and said, "Oh... um... then It's Turkic attire."

He said to Xia Mingruo: "Master, I have explained everything to you. It is Turkic, and there are also Dunhuang murals. When I go back, can I accompany you to see enough? Can you calm down?"

Xia Mingruo pointed at the uncle, gritted his teeth, and cursed silently: "Traitor! Make it up, make it up for me, how can you see it so clearly? Who are you helping? You are stepping down the steps for that kid."

The uncle shook his messy hair and looked up at the sky: "Huh!"

Chu Haiyang patted the sand on his clothes, but just as he patted it clean, another gust of wind poured the sand down his head. He smiled wryly: "Let's go back to the camp."

"That can't be done," said the uncle. "Going back to the camp is going against the wind, and I can't stand it with a little strength. Our guide said that there is a black dragon hidden in this storm. If it is swept away by it, it will never be found. .”

"There is nothing to do if there is a tornado. The guide said just now," Chu Haiyang squatted beside him, still patting himself unwillingly and in vain, "This wind will blow for at least four hours, and it will be dark in four hours. If you don't return Everyone in the camp would be frozen to death outside. That’s why I came out in a hurry to find you, who knew you were hiding here watching Liaozhai.”

The uncle said: "You don't believe in Yin soldiers?"

Chu Haiyang lazily said: "Believe me, I still have a large pile of materials. It is said that in the Northeast during the Anti-Japanese War, the people of a certain village heard Guan Yu leading the army to fight against the devils every night. It was so lively... Don't believe it! Where are you going? "

Xia Mingruo was physically exhausted and bled again, and he was no longer a threat. He limped and walked a few steps, resisting the burning pain in his throat and said: "You two, you must trust me this time as a scientific worker. the intuition of the reader."

Chu Haiyang said: "I think this gust of wind is going to pass soon, don't believe it, we have to take advantage of this gap to leave quickly."

The uncle also felt that the sky was much brighter than before, so he couldn't help but feel happy: "Great! Let's go."

Xia Mingruo waved his hand and said wait, then actually walked towards the depths of Yadan.He stopped and looked at the gap where the Yin soldiers passed by just now, and walked more than ten meters. The strong wind blew his army coat rattling, and finally he turned around with a smile and opened his arms: "Comrades, I have made a meritorious service."

Chu Haiyang ran over to pull him away from the wind, but he was also surprised by the scene in front of him: "This is..."

"Red Willow!" The uncle who followed him cheered, "It's Red Willow! There's water under here! Our camel is saved!"

The sparse red willow forest spread beyond the sight range, and the relentless ravages of the sandstorm knocked it down, but the shrubs were still struggling and alive.

"Back to the camp! Bring the camels!" Chu Haiyang's joy was beyond words. After all, whether it was for camels or people, the water source at this time was very precious.

Xia Mingruo smiled all over his face, and kept emphasizing: "I have made meritorious service, I have made meritorious service."

Chu Haiyang pulled him up and ran wildly, followed by the uncle. Just as the three of them jumped into the windbreak built by the scientific expedition team with salt shell assaults, a new black storm came back.

The team members who were huddled in the tent almost strangled the two of them to death. Qian Dabeard said to Xia Mingruo with red eyes: "If something happens to you, how can I explain to your father? Xia Xiubai must cut me down, and he It's not that I don't have the guts..."

Xia Mingruo was still out of breath, hugged Lao Huang with one arm, and Da Huzi Qian with the other to comfort him, and finally remembered the matter of Red Willow Cong.Another real guide shook his head in ignorance and said that he had never been to the Yadan group, because the scientific expedition team was passing the edge of the Yadan group, and usually chose to detour rather than traverse the maze.But the discovery of desert plants still made everyone very happy. In fact, the condition of the camels was very worrying. One or two were almost extremely weak. Their rich fat had been consumed during the long journey and they were becoming skinny.

Leopard proposed to celebrate, and happily took out a bottle of Erguotou, the savior, from the bag.Xia Mingruo and the uncle howled almost at the same time, and then joined forces to throw the leopard out of the tent, allowing it to suffer the damage of the sandstorm head-on and not allowing anyone to rescue it.

Xia Mingruo's nosebleed finally stopped, but his abused nose was unconscious, as if it had grown on someone else's face.Chu Haiyang violated the water regulations and brought him mouthwash. The water was too precious. Xia Mingruo didn't want to spit it out and swallowed it. Suddenly he stuck out his tongue and asked, "What did you give me?"

"The great savior Erguotou." Chu Haiyang said, "63°, sorghum special brew, just in time to be sterilized."

"Hey—" Xia Mingruo fell backwards with a bang, unconscious.

Chu Haiyang hugged Erguotou tightly in satisfaction: "Subduing demons and conquering demons, this is indeed a treasure."

In the evening, the black storm finally stopped, the desert looked quiet and gentle, a few scattered snowdrops fell from the sky, and the temperature dropped to minus [-] degrees Celsius.Xia Mingruo was shivering while wrapped in a whole wolf fur, and everyone who passed by would give him a twist on the head: "Little wolf cub."

Qian Dabeard leaned close to a frail female camel, patted its bony back pityingly, and decided to brave the severe cold and march forward.

The cold is like an awl, but you can get comfort by looking up, because there is the bright moon of the Western Regions there.Archaeologists often cross sand seas, dense forests, snow-capped mountains, and Gobi under such moonlight... The long road is long but the steps become firmer, and there are many difficulties and dangers without changing their original intentions.

The camel bells were playing, and the bearded man Qian swayed left and right on the camel, and suddenly sang a Turpan love song:

Girl under the vine, don't, don't sing any more,

Your heart will burst out of your breast, like a nightingale you took it,

tied it to the end of your braid...

After singing, he asked Xia Mingruo: "Does it sound good?"

Xia Mingruo sniffled and said, "That's very nice, you have another one." Someone in the line responded: "Beard! Come one——! Beard! Come one!"

Qian Dahuzi immediately got excited, took out his tambourine and slapped it: "Then let's make something more popular! "Remembering Comrades""

"Oh!" The players cheered.

The tambourine sounded, Qian Dahuzi's thick and deep voice echoed in the night, and when the song ended, Huzi shouted to Xia Mingruo: "Amier! Go!"

Xia Mingruo laughed loudly, and rushed to the front of the line with his legs clamped on the camel's belly. He waved his little hand and yelled boldly: "The canyon is ahead! Comrades——! Come with me!"

The team members booed immediately: "Oh, oh! Instructor——! Keep up!"

"Be careful!" the bearded man shouted while laughing, "Xia Mingruo, don't fall! Be careful of the sandy cliffs! Don't lift Lao Huang up! It's dangerous!...don't throw Lao Huang!"

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