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"General, look—" Hu Bugui dug up the sand and carefully cleaned up the remains under the tree stump, and suddenly found something, and shouted loudly.

Lin Wanrong heard the reputation and looked around. Under the thick sand, two complete sets of bones were faintly exposed. The two sets of remains hugged each other tightly, their fingers intertwined tightly, and they lay quietly on the ground. After many years of wind and rain, their bodies have already melted away, leaving only white bones.

Yu Jia stared at the closely related remains, and after a long time said softly: "From the body shape, it seems to be a man and a woman!"

"Maybe they are still a couple, how could they die in this desert?!" Lin Wanrong shook his head and sighed. The Turkic girl squatted down, and slowly pushed aside the sand beside the remains, revealing some fragments of sheepskin. The sheepskin has been exposed to the wind and sun, and it has long since dried up and turned black, and it has been broken into pieces. But Yu Jia has a good temper, she gently wiped off the dust and put the broken sheepskin back together bit by bit.

The sheepskin is written in Chinese and Turkic languages. Although the handwriting is incomplete, the general meaning is still clearly readable. The Turkic girl recognized it carefully, and her face gradually became silent. She suddenly sighed quietly, shook her head slightly, and a little bit of sadness appeared on her face.

Seeing that Yujia didn't intend to stop him, Lin Wanrong leaned closer and said with a smile: "What is this?! Is it a treasure map or a martial arts secret book?! Every adventure will definitely encounter something good, as it is written in novels .”

This man really got into the eyes of money, Yu Jia glared at him angrily: "Why do beautiful things always become so vulgar in your eyes - you can see for yourself."

I don't know where this woman was provoked again, her expression gradually turned cold, she stared at Lin Wanrong without saying a word.

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Lin Wanrong stepped forward. After staring at the sheepskin carefully for a while, his expression suddenly became strange. He wanted to laugh, but he was embarrassed.

Seeing Brother Lin's treacherous eyebrows and strange expressions, Gao Chief couldn't help interjecting: "Brother Lin, what is written on it?"

Lin Wanrong sighed, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, just a very old love letter."

"An ancient love letter?" Hu Bugui smiled and said: "This is strange. Since it is a love letter, how can it be written in two languages? It must be dying. They also want to translate their love letters into multiple languages." Gao Chief nodded and hummed, obviously agreeing with Hu Bugui's opinion.

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Lin Wanrong looked at the embracing remains. Shen Sheng said: "The reason why it is written in two languages ​​is because this couple is from different ethnicities.

The man is our Dahua, and the woman is a Turkic woman. "

Dahua men and Turkic women? Hu Bugui and Lao Gao looked at each other. For hundreds of years, Dahua and Turkic have been in a state of hostility, and the young people of the two ethnic groups fell in love, which is something that both sides are extremely afraid of. I didn't expect to be in the depths of this sea of ​​death. But there is such a pair of foreign mandarin ducks buried.

"This Dahua young man was born in a scholarly family. After his family fell into decline, he abandoned his literature and started a business, and traveled between Dahua and Turkic. He met this Turkic woman by chance, and the two gradually developed feelings for each other, and they made a private decision for life. But due to the years of war between the two countries and the deep grievances, their love affair was opposed by everyone. The Turkic woman was married to a warrior of the same clan in exchange for fifty horses."

Speaking of this, Lin Wanrong shook his head and sighed: "It's really impossible not to criticize you - people are not goods, how can you just trade them out like this? What do you think of your compatriots?!"

He fixed his eyes on Yu Jia, and everyone knew who he said this to. The Turkic girl raised her head and said stubbornly: "How can you Dahua people care about the temper of my people?!"

"Let's not care about it, that's why such a tragedy happened! It wasn't because your clansman forced them, would they die?" Lin Wanrong pointed to the remains on the ground, raised her voice angrily, and said.

Yu Jia glanced at him, clenched her fists, and said coldly: "Why do you only talk about us Turks? Why don't you talk about you Dahua? Those who oppose this marriage, you also have a share! If you want to kill them, you are also indispensable. Guilty!"

Seeing the two quarreled tit for tat, Lao Gao and Lao Hu looked at each other, feeling a little strange in their hearts. Originally, it was common for these two to fight wits and bravery, but like today, it is rare to have to fight back and forth with every sentence. It seems that Yu Jiadi did provoke General Lin somewhere.

Lao Gao Na Na laughed twice and said, "Brother Lin, we haven't finished the matter yet. Since the woman was betrothed to someone else, why did you get along with her and come to Lop Nur together?"

"Elope, what else can I do." Lin Wanrong shook his head, helplessly said: "They fled the night before the wedding, but they were discovered by this woman's clansmen, and they were chased helplessly. The sea of ​​death. They met this caravan by chance and dreamed of following them through the Silk Road, -teng-wen-xue hand-made. Looking for their own world. I don’t tell you what happened next, they walked into The sea of ​​death, but never came out again. Since then, it has turned into a pile of bones in the desert, and will not be separated from life to life——with bare hands, green face, and radiant hair, half of the world and half of sand. I call Qingtian to open his eyes, and the wind and frost can't do anything Bingdihua! -, alas, good poems, good poems, this dear friend who passed away, not only wrote good love poems, but also has a romantic spirit, which is quite similar to what I used to be."

It turned out that this was the case, Hu Bugui and the two listened with emotion, just now they heard the story of the white-haired silver sand told by Brother Lin, they did not expect a real version to be staged in the blink of an eye.

Yujia was stunned for a long time when she heard him read the poem, and then she shook her head and sighed softly: "Poetry is good poetry, and people are also infatuated. No wonder it can make us Turkic women fall in love. It is a hundred times better than those ignorant and swindling bandits." gone."

This girl also came to mock me? When it comes to poetry and infatuation, I am a hundred times better than this man. Lin Wanrong laughed twice, pretending not to hear what she said, and put her head in front of Yujia: "Little sister Yueyaer, what is written in your Turkic woman's love letter, can you ask me to read it too?"

"Do you understand?" The Turkic girl gave him a white look, and carefully held the sheepskin tightly in her hands.

When it comes to Turkic language, Lin Wanrong is really poor. He smiled helplessly, and said hehe: "There are some languages ​​that are common in the world, and I can understand them even if I don't learn them. Miss Yujia, can you also read this suicide note? What would a Turkic woman write?" Such a love letter, I really want to know—"

Seeing his playful smiling face full of curiosity, Yujia's cheeks flushed slightly, she stared at the sheepskin in her hand, lowered her head and whispered: "—I am a fish in the desert, the teardrops that were born when I missed you, It will be a stream in my life that will never run dry!"

Lin Wanrong was stunned for a long time before sighing: "Sister Yueyaer, is this really a love poem left by that Turkic woman?"

Yu Jia didn't look up, and hummed lightly: "It was indeed written by us Turkic women."

"Not bad. It turns out that the Turkic people also have talented women." Lin Wanrong clapped his hands and said, "Our Dahua Erlang is really good. He kidnapped the talented Turkic women and escaped. He refused to surrender even if he was beaten to death. Such a majestic momentum is not as good as I am. There is a fight.

Look at the way this man is smiling. Yu Jia snorted involuntarily, and said slightly angrily: "What's so majestic? You hateful and magnificent men will seduce our Turkic daughter!"

Can this be our fault too? Lin Wanrong laughed loudly, spread his hands and said, "Little sister Yueyaer, your theory is really strange. If I follow your inference, can I say the same thing—the hateful Turkic women like to seduce our Dahua men the most! !"

"You—" Yu Jia couldn't hear the meaning in his words. She blushed with anger. Annoyed, she turned her head away and ignored him again.

Lin Wanrong nodded. He sighed infinitely: "But this love poem is really good, at least, I like it very much!"

"Don't listen!" Yu Jia covered her ears angrily. Perhaps because of the heat, her cheeks were flushed red.

Except for the male and female lovers, the remains of other people have been mixed together and can no longer be separated.

Lin Wanrong said silently: "These are the forerunners of the Silk Road. Whether they are Chinese or Turkic, they all have courage and spirit of exploration. They are predecessors worthy of our respect. Brother Hu, restrain their remains." , have a good burial."

The rabbit died and the fox was sad. The bones lost on the Silk Road witnessed the ruthlessness of the sea of ​​death. They and the five thousand soldiers were true fellow travelers.

The atmosphere was tense for a while, Hu Bugui responded, and found a few soldiers, dug a big pit, and buried the white bones. The infatuated man and woman depended on each other for life and death, and they were inseparable. Everyone used quicksand to build a tomb for the two of them alone, and buried the sheepskin full of love poems together.

Looking at the bones that are gradually covered by sand and dust, no matter how prosperous and rich they were, they have finally turned into loess. At this moment, it seems that who is a Dahua and who is a Turk is not so important.

Lin Wanrong first knelt down and kowtowed to the souls of the pioneers of the Silk Road. Seeing his actions like this, Yu Jia was slightly dazed, she hesitated for a long time, finally gritted her teeth, and knelt down beside him slowly. boil