Chapter 227: : Life is life without suffering

"Stitched?" The boy froze, looking at the photo with surprise.
The girls on the side also came to look at the spear in the photo. They had only noticed that the spear had broken from it before, so they naturally felt that the spear was one.
"Here," said the waiter, pointing to a spot on the front picture.
Where the two looked at her fingers, the seat under the spear's spear did indeed have a looming gap between the two lines. Although it is not very clear, after comparing the other photos, it can be determined that there is indeed a gap there.
"And here," said the waiter, pointing at the handle of the spear, and there was a crack there.
"This ..." The boy grabbed his own hair and felt a little stunned in his heart. The time range that he managed to rule out was also overturned.
The waiter looked at the spear in the photo, but he always had a calm look in his eyes, but he had some unclear expressions. The look was like nostalgia and a silent memory.
After a while, the waiter's eyes moved away from the photo and asked, "Is this your subject?"
"Yes." The girl wasn't very familiar with the waiter, and looked at her and asked carefully: "Well, why do you think this spear was from the end of the Warring States Period to the end of the Qin Kingdom?"
The service glanced at the girl and looked at the lines on the spear. "The inscriptions here are written in the Warring States Period, which is close to the Three Jin Dynasty. Names, names of people. The countries and places in Zuoku and Youku that you see in Hanqi, and the capital to the arsenal and the arsenal are where the founding is. "
"Here, those who have the word" drum (made) "after Ye Yin or Ye Ming are Korean."
The inscriptions on the photos are blurry, and some places are not even clear, but the waiter is very detailed. As if she were very familiar with these inscriptions, she pointed out exactly where she said the inscriptions as she spoke.
"According to the inscription record written above, this device is made by the Korean to the warehouse, and the owner is a Korean son ..."
The inscription on the photo is only this paragraph, and it can no longer be seen later. The waiter's voice stopped, and she might know who the spear's owner was, but she didn't say any more.
The boy sat by the waiter's words, holding his cell phone and searching for something.
Halfway, said in surprise.
"Yes, it is."
He consulted the materials of the Korean script and weapon inscriptions during the Warring States Period, which were indeed not much different from those of the waiter.
You can see so much at a glance. It's amazing. The girls on the side are surprised.
Although they are students of the Department of Archeology, the main research is not ancient characters, and the source of these characters cannot be recognized at the first time. However, the other party can see the age and source of these texts at a glance, and directly explain the content of the texts.
The boy looked at the waiter in doubt, but then looked at the photo and continued.
"Since it is an artifact of a Korean son, is it possible that the old site is an ancient battlefield on the Weishui River?"
"But why do Korean artifacts flow on the Weishui River?"
The seat and distance didn't make sense, and the boy's brows frowned again.
"Yes, if this is the case, it should be the remnants of the last year of the Warring States Period. Why is it the last year of the Qin Dynasty?" The girl asked in a puzzled manner.
The waiter was just a stunner, and then murmured, "This is a Qin Dynasty warrior."
"It was just broken in a battle, which was in the last years of Qin."
"The war in the last years of Qin." The boy said to himself with a photo, and looked at the waiter: "Is there a record?"
"Maybe." The waiter's face was a little dull, and then he seemed to react and smiled at the two of them: "It's just that I'm talking nonsense."
This was the first time the two had seen a smile on the waiter's face, and both looked dumbfounded.
The girl blushed and shrank her neck, she was really handsome ...
The boy coughed and looked away: "Ah, no, Sister Nan said very well-founded, and has really helped a lot, thank you very much."
I just don't know why, the smile on the waiter's face seemed a little tired.
The smile receded, and the waiter shook his head.
"It's nothing."
After the two had finished eating, they said hello and left, and it looked like they were going to check some information to verify the waiter's words.
Gu Nan put away the two's dishes and washed them.
When did that spear break? I remember it a long time ago.
"What do you want to eat during Chinese New Year?" The old woman suddenly asked the waiter, holding a cigarette.
"I want to eat hot pot."
"You don't have to make inroads, hot pot is expensive these days."
The boy and the girl walked out of the tavern, looked back, and looked at the photos in their hands.
On the bank of the Weihe River, several researchers were standing beside a broken spear. The surface of the spear was mostly rusty, but some lusters were still visible.
There is still a small part still buried in the soil. As the brush gently sweeps away the dirt, the wind blows through the fine sand above, exposing the still sharp spear, reflecting the cold light.
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"Ahem."
With a weak cough, one foot stepped on the soft soil of the Weishui River.
It was a man in a black-gray robe, and he didn't look very good.
There were a few openings in the shirt, and the placket was dyed black and red. Blood leaked from the clothes and dropped to the ground. Then came a short grass by the road. The blood dripped down the blade of grass and immersed in the dirt.
Holding a harp in his arms, the strings of the harp broke, and the reddish wood stained with blood showed a little mottled.
The Qin Palace is heavily guarded, but it is difficult to escape.
He heard waves of waves, rolled his ears aside, and stared aside indifferently.
A long river in front of him ran to the east, with intermittent waves crossing the road ahead.
The man was holding the harp standing on the bank of the long river with a smile on his face.
But he no longer left, sitting cross-legged on the river, and put the harp on his lap.
With both hands resting on the strings, they seemed to be playing, but the strings had been cut off, and the sound of the strings was intermittently low, not even a piece of music.
But the smile on the man's face remained the same.
In the distance at night, someone chased from a distance, holding swords in his hands.
The man who played the piano raised his head and asked softly, "If there is no chaos in the world, what is your destiny?"
If it weren't for the chaos, everyone would have no worries, and life should be painless, right?
He entered the Qin Palace to assassinate the Qin Dynasty, but now it is ridiculous to want to come.
No one answered him, no one was there, but he already had the answer, and he had seen all the troubles in the troubled world ~ EbookFREE.me ~ How could he send this world back into that troubled world?
Standing up holding the harp, before my eyes were invisible, a little shimmering light appeared.
Leaning forward, he fell into that Taotao river.
The waves in the river flowed, rising and falling with the blood.
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"drink wine?"
"Don't drink."
"Then I drink, how do you play the piano?"
"Oh, yes."
"Drunk when singing! Hahaha!"
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The sound of the piano is no longer, only the sound of the Tao remains.