Chapter 4 eighties

The days passed again. It is a moonlit night. Even the moon is very red. Moonlight shines into a pit. There are many corpses in the pit, lying crookedly, with broken limbs, half-collapsed heads, and half-broken bodies, lying in the mud and dust indiscriminately, looking at everything else. To be honest, they are not corpses, but figurines that have not been restored. There was a dark, single-minded figure, sitting motionless, thinking of his erstwhile comrade. Unexpectedly, this ancient secret, because of God's will, finally revealed its clues. In the Central People's Broadcasting Station, the news reporter announced the sensational event to the working people in his usual passionate and progressive tone:

"After liberation, many cultural relics were unearthed in our country. Under the wise leadership of the party, in March 1974, members of Xiyang Village, Yanzhai Commune, Lintong County, discovered the Qin Terracotta Warriors and Horses Pit when they were digging wells for the foundation of the farmland. Adhering to the spirit of the "Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution" and persevering, finally, the three terracotta pits have been restored and restored, faithfully reflecting the high level of sculpture art in the early feudal society of our country. "How big is the entire mausoleum? It is estimated that what has been detected is only one-tenth of the original area, and what has been excavated is only one-tenth of the detected area. The unknown part is so complicated that it is unfathomable. It can be seen that the feudal emperors exploited it." .

"The country attaches great importance to these cultural relics and established the 'Museum of Terracotta Warriors and Horses of the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang'. A large exhibition hall was built on the site of Pit No. 1, which was officially opened on the 30th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China in 1979. Known as ' One of the Eight Wonders of the World'..." Meng Tian has stayed in this place for more than fifty years.After saying goodbye to the man and woman who are closely related to his life, it turned out to be 1989, and now it is the 40th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

More than 20,000 days have passed, and it is really a difficult time. There are constant wars, internal and external troubles; there are constant movements, turbulent and treacherous. All power struggles are bloody and tragic. Things backfired. "Is it because the world cannot tolerate him? Or is His Majesty in hibernation?" Meng Tian was placed in the silent night, his thoughts were uncertain.It turns out that these are already a kind of "memories". He is also in hibernation. His skills were hidden, his face was blurred, and he once again experienced the tragedy of burning books, burying Confucianism, and blood flowing into rivers——before any Chinese realized that this was just "foolish loyalty."

He would rather be a plain and quiet commoner, the country is not his country, the king is not his king, the sea of ​​people is vast, he is let go by the sky, but he is just a fallen hero.Watching the ups and downs with cold eyes, the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life. The years are long, and what is the purpose of immortality? —he became secretive and taciturn. For an ethereal oath? Rainy day. Nissan coaches take tourists to visit the Museum of Terracotta Warriors and Horses. In the figurine pit, Meng Tianfang was already a skilled worker.Wearing a long-sleeved white shirt with rolled up sleeves, glasses, and a crew cut, he took a small broom to sweep the dust off the collapsed figurines.Squatting for a long time, his resolute lips were pressed tightly.

On the opposite side is an older comrade with a small broom and file, doing the same job.He is an archaeologist and a university professor. The country assigned him to come, so he came here without hesitation. Old Zheng said: "The leader admired you very much, and said that once Xiaomeng repaired the head, it will be magical and alive. From now on, I will leave the articulation to you!" Meng Tianfang smiled, speechless.Old Zheng sighed again: "Hey, you have been practicing for more than ten years, right? I am getting old, and my eyes are about to fail." Not far away, a lesbian looked at her watch:

"Xiao Meng, Lao Zheng, it's time to eat! Let's repair after eating, and you won't be able to escape!" ——No one understands his feelings for his comrades. At this time, a Japanese tour group came to visit.There are a few girls in the team, with crimson skin, petite and exquisite, and they all look like students.I was putting away my umbrella and taking pictures outside the museum, chattering in Japanese: "Wow! It's great!" "Look, it turned out to be like this, come on!" After finishing speaking, he covered his small mouth and smiled embarrassedly.

"Jingzi! Jingzi! Come on!" She is coming. Appreciating it intently, thoughtful, but I don't know why.Delighted from the bottom of my heart, reluctant to part.She sighed softly: "I can't tell you, I like it very much!" At this time, Meng Tianfang just took his enamel dish and a pair of chopsticks to the cafeteria to get his meal.This worker, separated by high walls and iron railings, rows of corridors, and statues of figurines, is so far away, but so close, so close, so I recognized her immediately in the crowd! He is like thunder.She said she would come again, and she was really involved in something.Dong'er.Here she comes, she comes, she comes...

Born in a foreign country, she became a Japanese girl, but in the dark, she still returns to her hometown. The girl glanced at him, but she couldn't recognize him.He just smiled shyly and innocently.deja vu. He was very reeling - he didn't want her to die for him again; but, he couldn't help -