A friend is a friend
A friend is a friend
How did Pong Pong know this ancient style of clerical script, I don't know, and there's no way to verify it. This is just one of his many hobbies. As mentioned earlier, he was interested in Buddhist studies, always reading books about Buddhist scriptures, and would say "Amitabha" when he was happy or unhappy. But he only read Buddhist books, looking at the philosophical ideas expressed by the Buddha, and didn't care about anything else.
He is different from me, I am influenced by my mother, living in the chanting of Buddhist scriptures every day, and my own heart has also gained some peace, as if I were about to leave the world.
I and his sister were high school classmates, there was no romantic plot, just walked over like this, finally got married, he also did not express any opinion on our union, he once said that everything is fate, all things are predetermined by heaven, I don't know which Buddhist scripture he read it from.
When I was in college, he had already drifted to Beijing. A child with no relatives, surviving in the most prosperous and intense city, stayed for six years. These six years were a period of disconnection between me and him. At that time, I was still in college, usually just contacting each other through QQ, occasionally playing games together. He played online games more focused than anyone else, no matter what type of game he could study hard, always rising to the highest level in a short period of time, then quickly abandoning it, and switching to another game world. I saw a report that people who frequently change games also change girlfriends quickly, because they enjoy the instant excitement, not the long-lasting eternity. I don't know if PongPong is like this or not, but I always hear from his sister about him breaking up again. Maybe there are too many beautiful women in Beijing, and he has a roving eye; maybe the women in the capital are too promiscuous, making him heartbroken. The real reason was only known after he came back, after all, this is his hometown, and he still needs to come back to find a wife.
When he was in school, he was very interested in history class. Although it was only a minor subject at school and would be replaced by mainstream courses after a few weeks, he privately liked to study it. He even went to learn calligraphy, saying that he wanted to experience the culture up close, and when writing, he felt as if he were living in ancient times, with a feather fan and a elegant demeanor. Maybe it was from then on that he became familiar with this kind of classical Chinese character.
To lose weight, he rides his bike to Xiangshan every morning, then runs a lap and rides back to work. Fortunately, he lives in the dormitory arranged by the company, which is only a five-minute walk away; otherwise, he would be drowned in the endless stream of people commuting to work. The morning scenery at Xiangshan is beautiful, he says so himself. One of his girlfriends was met while running there, she's a university student, seemingly studying archaeology, and quite pretty too. Their daily encounters led to their acquaintance, and as they ran and talked, they discussed everything under the sun, spoke their minds, and naturally ended up together.
On this day, Pengpeng arrived at Xiangshan as usual and sat in their lovers' seat waiting, but the girl brought another man, who was Coffin. The girl said he was her university senior, but Pengpeng always thought he was her boyfriend, and didn't dare to ask openly, just secretly observing. At noon when eating, Coffin suddenly mentioned that there was a spontaneous organization in their university and wanted him to join, Pengpeng was unwilling at first but finally agreed under the girl's pleading, for which Pengpeng even got a kiss from the girl.
When he came to this organization, he found that the little historical knowledge he had learned in school was useless and could only sit in the corner and listen to their grand discussions. If it weren't for that girl, he would have left long ago. Coffin is the president of this organization, always observing Pengpeng, and indeed discovered his untransferable gaze and angry expression towards him, so he had a plan in mind. In another group activity of climbing Xiangshan, they put pressure on Pengpeng at the top of the mountain, letting him publicly confess to that girl, under everyone's cheering, Pengpeng said what was in his heart, and that girl did not object either, so a loving couple began like this.
Two months later, the girl told Pengpeng about the true identity of their organization. They were a reserve archaeological team under national jurisdiction, specializing in finding tombs of royal nobles, excavating and handing them over to the state. A thousand years ago, they were known as "Dragon Tomb Envoys". The coffin was the main person in charge of this reserve team, and Pengpeng was the object of their development. Under the impetus of love, Pengpeng naturally joined without hesitation, went through layers of selection, and here, of course, there was also the care of the coffin. Finally, he obtained a national archaeological work certificate and a "Dragon Tomb Ring" that everyone in the Dragon Tomb Envoy possessed. This ring had the same effect as the pangolin's claw, which was both a symbol of identity and an artifact for warding off evil spirits.
I thought this office romance could go on, but during Pongpang's first grave visit, because he was new and only guarded the door, waiting for safety before going in to observe and learn. In Pongpang's lonely wait, an unimaginable thing happened inside the tomb, with only one coffin running out covered in blood, pulling him who was in a daze and running far away.
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