The sun seems to be two circles bigger than other places, the ground is like a huge cage drawer, with thick soles, and the feet are hot. It's like the heat doesn't stop steaming all the blood off the human body. It makes the scenery in the distance become a virtual shadow. Occasionally, a few green plants that can barely be seen by God set off the desert more and more depressed. On the contrary, it's not as long as it's hard and shabby.

The great desert is beautiful. At first glance, it's vast and open, strange, unruly and multiterminal. But when Mo Yannan leads a scrawny camel full of supplies to the road, he feels that the road is long. He secretly wonders if he can return to Beijing safely.

He wiped his face and took off his clothes which were tightly attached to him, hoping that he could take them directly to refine salt.

This group of people came all the way to a legendary ancient city buried in the desert.

It has been buried in time for thousands of years. There is no trace to be found in the known and recorded history. It is like that after a sandstorm, it appears in front of the world like a demon field. The historical and archaeological circles are in an uproar, and no one can tell the cause and effect.

However, Mo Yannan doesn't think much about academic issues now. His voice is full of rust. The air filled with fine dust sharpens the greenhouse brand lungs and trachea cultivated in his office. He can't help touching the kettle on his waist. He hesitates for a moment. He gripes his teeth and puts down his hand again. I've heard how precious fresh water is in the desert, Now they are on a road that no one can say. Whether they can find water supply and how long it will take are still unknown. The old professor began to use the move of "looking at plum to quench thirst and painting cake to quench hunger", trying to imagine the scene of pouring ice water into his throat.

Mo Yannan, a typical scholar in this five person archaeological team, usually sticks his butt on the chair of the Research Institute. Except for occasionally going on business to give lectures to students, he basically competes with a pile of decadent literature, not to mention walking through the desert. He doesn't even travel far away. It seems that the purpose of existence is to reduce the traffic pressure of socialist modern society.

If it wasn't for the exposure of the ancient city that really challenged the academic cognition of this old historian all his life, Mo Yannan's life and the great desert would be two parallel lines, and the knot could not reach a point of intersection.

Sure enough, just two days after he set foot on this land, the old professor repented. When he was young, he joined the rural team. It was not that he was afraid of hard work, but that his physical quality was not up to standard, and he was taken care of everywhere. He consciously caused a lot of trouble to others.

Three of her colleagues are professional archaeologists. A lady named Meng Xiaomin is a little gentle. Years of outdoor activities have made her look rough and dry. Her figure is flat as if she had been patted by the door. At first glance, she looks a bit like a man.

A young man is less than 30 years old. His name is Li saner. He has a big voice. His mouth never stops all the way. He jumps up and down. He is as excited as two liters of chicken blood. It is said that the boy came from a tomb robber's family. Now the eldest uncle of his family is still squatting in his cell phone. Li saner is committed to changing the style of his family. He just went to college and studied archaeology. The craftsmanship of this family is really powerful. The young man seems to have become a little expert in archaeology.

The remaining one is a senior archaeologist. Few people in the industry know Shen Jiancheng's name. The old man was already approaching retirement age. This time, he applied regardless of his age.

The local people the guide was looking for were not young, with dark faces and wrinkled faces. They were thin and dry. They all called him an old horse. It is said that in his early years, he was a peddler in the desert. He was so familiar with the terrain that he could not change the three monkeys. Now he is old that he is not a peddler, so he has settled down in the town, He was asked to lead the way.

"Professor Mo, can you? No, just squeak. " Hearing Mo Yannan's breathing voice, it was a little more heavy. Lao Ma thought that he was afraid that he would stop eating and add more luggage on the way. He came to ask.

Mo Yannan shook his head and gave him a weak smile. His dry lips were torn open by his smile, and his face was so painful.

Meng Xiaomin turned his head to see his twisted face. He didn't hold it tightly and was almost happy. He pretended to take out the map and studied it for a while: "I don't think we have many days left. We don't worry about getting lost when there is an old horse. Professor Mo, if you are really thirsty, you can have a drink. The desert people are not hospitable. We still have enough."

Mo Yannan looked at her gratefully. She looked down shyly, took off her glasses and wiped them. She said in a low voice, "it's OK. I can bear it."

Shen Jiancheng had some friendship with him in his early years. He knew that he was sorry. He turned around and patted him on the shoulder: "it's nothing. Lao Mo, you haven't gone through this. We all understand..."

Before he finished, he was suddenly interrupted by the old horse: "wait a minute, don't go!"

As soon as the old businessman waved, Li san'er and Meng Xiaomin quickly helped him pull the camel together. They looked at each other without knowing why. Li san'er touched his head and said, "what's the matter, there's an enemy situation ahead?"

Lao Ma ignored him, narrowed his eyes and stared in one direction like a falcon. After a long time, he said to Meng Xiaomin, "Miss Meng, you have a telescope there. What's in front of you? How do I look like a person? "

Meng Xiaomin first glanced at the direction he was staring at, then with a "ouch", he took out his telescope to look at it, and slightly adjusted his angle: "what a person! Live, standing there... No, it's moving forward very slowly! Good guy, if you go into the desert alone, are you too brave or not

Shen Jiancheng asked to pass her telescope, looked at it carefully, put it down, and saw that everyone turned to him, waiting for him to make up his mind. He hesitated for a moment and asked Lao Ma for advice: "or... Let's have a look? I don't think it's far away. He's just a tourist. He doesn't look like a bad guy. Maybe he's lost. "

After him, Ma also took the telescope and looked at it carefully. He said, "I'm a tourist. I live so long. It's the first time I've met such a stunned person." He thought, "this man can't walk any more. Take him with you in a few steps. I'll die anyway."

The man really walked very slowly. He didn't know if he was at a dead end. He couldn't walk any more. He still knew that he was lost and was saving his strength. After a short time, he asked the archaeological team to catch up with him. Li saner took a deep breath and yelled at the back of the man: "Hey, my friend in front, stop! Ouch, you're not dying, are you? Let's go! There's no gold and silver and no beauty in front of you. Why are you going to die? Stop it

The man stopped, turned his head and rubbed his eyes as if he couldn't believe his luck.

Not far away, even Mo Yannan's two or five eyes could see the man's appearance clearly - this is a man, very thin, weaker than Mo Yannan. His lips were dehydrated, and his face was very haggard. He had only one pair of eyes. I didn't know whether it was a surprise or something. When he looked at it, it was surprisingly bright. With a camel beside him, he was also gaudy, with some food and water bottles hanging on his body. The man didn't know how far he had gone. It was probably easy to see people. His heart suddenly relaxed, and his knees were so soft. He fell on his knees and put his hands on the sand. The cold sweat from his forehead suddenly came out, and his face was pale and terrible.

Several people quickly around the past, the old horse squatted down, pulled up the man's pulse, felt for a while, and carefully looked at his face, turned back and cried: "a little dehydrated."

Mo Yannan knew that his kettle was filled with light salt water. He didn't dare to delay, so he quickly took it off and handed it to him. The man took it over with some difficulty. His hands were shaking, but he didn't drink much. He just moistened his lips a little, then took a mouthful and swallowed it slowly.

Lao Ma couldn't help patting him on his bony shoulder: "I'm so thirsty that I can drink water like you. It's not easy. I think you're a character, but you can't lead the way. Do you want to die if you don't bring one?"

There was still water in the man's mouth, but he didn't answer immediately. When he swallowed the water bit by bit, he stood up shaking with the old horse's hand, carefully tightened the lid of the kettle and gave it back to Mo Yannan, smiling: "thank you."

When he laughs, the corners of his eyes pile up fine wrinkles. At least he is thirty-five or thirty-six years old, but under his ashen face, he has a very beautiful and durable face. When he laughs, it makes people feel very comfortable: "I just came here to play. I lost my way. Are you... The legendary businessman? It's not like it's a tourist, is it? "

Shen Jiancheng looked at the man and said politely, "we are members of the archaeological team." After a brief introduction, he asked, "what's the name of this friend?"

"My name is Anjie, safe Anjie, swift Anjie."

Shen Jiancheng nodded, thought about it, and said slowly, "we are going to go to the ancient city. The ancient city suddenly came out, and there is no literature. I don't know how dangerous it is. I don't know what will happen in front of us - I'm older, call you little brother, don't you mind - or we'll give you some supplies and maps, Let yourself find a way out? "

Old Comrade Shen spoke to everyone with a pleasant face like a spring breeze. Anjie was stunned for a moment: "Oh, thank you very much. Do you have enough supplies?"

Shen Jiancheng said with a smile: "that's enough. You put it..."

"Lao Shen, he is not familiar with his life and land. How can you let him go by himself?" Mo Yannan put together a dry mouth and said a word, frowning and looking at Shen Jiancheng with some disapproval.

Shen Jiancheng did not expect that he suddenly stepped forward to interrupt: "this... The ancient city is undeveloped after all. There may be many things in it that are dangerous for ordinary tourists..."

"What do you mean, Mr. Ann?" Old ma suddenly asked Anjie.

"What do I mean?" Anjie frowned and quickly separated, "if it's convenient... In fact, I travel a lot, and my physical strength is OK. I can have some physical work."

When the man who claims to be Anjie speaks, he looks at the bridge of the other person's nose. His eyes are not aggressive, but also seem to contain great respect and concentration, which makes people feel comfortable. At first glance, he looks like he has received a good education.

He agreed without even thinking about it, and promised that he would never give any trouble to the archaeological team. Every man who dares to go on the road with his bag on his back has a wild heart and a great sense of curiosity and adventure. The unknown ancient city in the vast desert is even more attractive to tourists than leaving the desert safely.

Mo Yannan consciously took his thin camel over to help lead him. It's not easy to meet someone who looks thinner than him. The old professor usually spends too much time with young students, probably because he has too much love. Looking at this man, he always thinks that saving one's life is better than building a seven level floating butcher. It's easy to take care of many people.

Shen Jiancheng wanted to say nothing more.

So this strange man named Anjie joined the archaeological team by chance in this hot sun.

Only when I came down did I know that this man didn't speak much. He asked three points and said one point. I don't know if it was because of lack of strength or habit. He was always at the end of the team. His face is not very good-looking, but I don't know why. His walking posture is always much more relaxed than others. Lao Ma and Shen Jiancheng secretly look at him all the way.

When he stopped to have a rest, the old horse came up to him and asked him, "OK, what do you do in the desert alone?"

Anjie paused and shook his head: "it's a bit ridiculous to say, so don't say it."

Li san'er and Meng Xiaomin are young, and they are used to running outside. They are familiar with each other and ask questions. Even Mo Yannan can't help looking at this person carefully.

"Why don't you find a tour guide? Isn't there a special tour guide in the town?"

"Go into the desert alone - have you ever been here before?"

"Tell me, we are so predestined. I'm sure we didn't do anything else in our previous life. What are we afraid of?"

At first, Anjie just shook his head. Later, he was urged by the people. Then he said slowly, "I heard that there is a famous" Tianjing City "in this desert. I've been thinking about it for several years. No one in the county is willing to take me, so I have to come in by myself."

The old horse widened his eyes and looked at him like Altman: "what do you want to see? Dear, Tianjing City! That's a life-threatening business. I think you're here for death, aren't you

Li saner didn't respond for a moment, and asked foolishly, "what is Tianjing City?"

"Mirage," said the old horse, before he could speak, Anjie narrowed his eyes gently. "It is said that it is the most prosperous scene in the world. It once lured countless old businessmen to die... It's really beautiful, it's really beautiful... I can't say that kind of beauty. It's really like a city in the sky. When I look at it, I suddenly feel that I'm willing to die."

He looks obsessed, but the old horse's eyes suddenly a Su, a voice loudly asked: "you see? Did you really see it? Tianjing City? "

Anjie sighed and nodded: "yes, it's a pity that the digital camera lost its power at the key time and failed to take pictures. I originally wanted to have a long-distance look. Who knows, I still couldn't resist following for a while, just for a short time. When I wake up, I don't know what is what."

Most outsiders don't know much about it, but the businessmen in this desert have a nightmare that can't be mentioned. It's said that this mirage is a city of monsters, which sucks people's souls. Unfortunately, most of the people they meet unconsciously follow the illusions of nothingness, that is, all the way to death.

The old horse couldn't speak. He looked at Anjie in a daze. All that remained was a sigh: "good guy, good guy..."

Several people didn't know why, but looking at the old horse's look, they knew what the man had just said was terrible. Li san'er couldn't help saying: "what does Mr. an do? Professional donkey friend or Superman

Anjie was stunned and then laughed: "I'm a foreign language translator. I love to play. What's a professional? Besides, you see, I didn't wear my underwear out, No

There was a kind of indifference in his light words. Mo Yannan didn't know why. He was a little uncomfortable. The old professor had been teaching all his life. Although he was thirsty, he still couldn't get rid of his preaching habit. He put in a very unpleasant remark: "it's nothing to travel, reading thousands of books, traveling thousands of miles, but you can't come to such a dangerous place, It's still a person. Your family knows how to worry. "

"At home?" Anjie blinked, a little embarrassed to smile, "I did not become a family, became a family, how dare so absurd to toss around?" He stopped talking, but refused to go on.

All the people asked in such a bombing way, but the indescribable sense of wandering and the complicated atmosphere of the man became stronger.

Sometimes, fate is the most ups and downs legend in the world.

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