I wandered the streets of Xianyang aimlessly, wanting to leave, but feeling a little reluctant to leave. I finally came here, how could I just go back like this?

Then I thought about it, what is life like when drinking wine and singing? Like morning dew, the passing days are more painful. Maybe we should take it as it comes. How many people can have such a chance of adventure like me?

Come to ancient times, walk around, see, play, even if you just look at him from a distance, you can put an end to that beautiful memory, and it's not too late to go back.

With the plan ready and my mind made up, I discovered that there were several children playing around my backpack, which sometimes attracted curious glances from passers-by. I looked down at the Swiss cross backpack in my hand, and it was indeed a bit conspicuous.

I exchanged my gold jewelry for currency, bought an ancient bag, and took a carriage to the top of the mountain where Ying Zheng often took me when he was young.

Sitting next to the big tree on the top of the mountain, the tree seems to be stronger than before, and the early spring sunshine shines warmly on the body. It is quiet all around, and the birds are chirping not far away, as if they are singing happily, Xianyang City is coming again

Once it appeared before my eyes, it was even grander and more spectacular than before.

Unfortunately, there was no Ying Zheng by my side at this time, and the feeling of sitting here was different from before, as if something was missing. I sighed, sat quietly for a while, carefully observed that there was no one around, and got up and used the prepared words in advance.

He dug a hole under the big tree with his shovel and put all the clothes, mobile phones and Swiss cross backpacks he brought from modern times into the hole.

Keep only the gold, silver and time key with you, then bury them, trample them with soil, cover them with fallen leaves, and leave marks on the trees.

After doing all this, I was sweating profusely. I leaned against the tree, wiping the sweat with my sleeves and thinking about drinking water. I walked down the mountain road to see if there were any farmers who could ask for a bowl of water.

After walking for a while, I almost reached the foot of the mountain. I heard the sound of people talking, as if someone was working in the fields, so I walked over quickly.

In early spring, it is the season of sowing. Not far away, several strong men are farming. Some are driving cattle to plow the fields, and some are sowing seeds. Farther away, there is a man who looks like an attendant, who is plowing a tall man next to the field.

man pours water.

Slowly approaching, judging from their attire, although the clothes are simple, it is not difficult to see that the style and quality are good, and they are not ordinary people.

"Brothers, excuse me, where is the nearest farmhouse? I want to ask for a bowl of water." I imitated the way people from Qin talked and asked.

The two strong men driving cattle and sowing in front of me looked up at me after hearing the sound. One of the men who stopped plowing said: "The farmer's house is not far from the corner in front. If the girl wants to drink water, if you don't mind, we will take her with you."

have."

"Then I should be grateful." I replied with a smile and cupped my hands. In ancient times, the folk customs were simple and the distance between people was not as precautionary as in modern times.

"I'll get it!" The man holding the seeds looked at me with a strange look. Before I could see his face clearly, he turned and left after speaking. I sighed that this man was really nice.

I saw him walking further away quickly, said something to the tall man who was drinking water, and then returned with water.

The man in the distance stopped drinking water and turned to look at me, but I couldn't see his face clearly from a distance.

I thanked him and took a big gulp of the water. The water tasted sweet, a bit like a mountain spring. I handed the finished bowl to the person who just helped me get water. I found that his brows were twinkling. If he didn't have a goatee on his face, he would look a bit like me.

Someone you know, who is it?

Yes, Liz.

If this person is Li Si, then where will Yingzheng be?

Farming?!

I laughed at myself and thought how could it be possible!

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It is my first time to write an article. My clicks, comments, collections, recommendations... are the driving force for August to keep moving forward. Thank you:) I wandered the streets of Xianyang aimlessly, wanting to leave, but feeling a little reluctant to leave.

.It took a lot of effort to get here, why should we go back like this?

Then I thought about it, what is life like when drinking wine and singing? Like morning dew, the passing days are more painful. Maybe we should take it as it comes. How many people can have such a chance of adventure like me?

Come to ancient times, walk around, see, play, even if you just look at him from a distance, you can put an end to that beautiful memory, and it's not too late to go back.

With the plan ready and my mind made up, I discovered that there were several children playing around my backpack, which sometimes attracted curious glances from passers-by. I looked down at the Swiss cross backpack in my hand, and it was indeed a bit conspicuous.

I exchanged my gold jewelry for currency, bought an ancient bag, and took a carriage to the top of the mountain where Ying Zheng often took me when he was young.

Sitting next to the big tree on the top of the mountain, the tree seems to be stronger than before, and the early spring sunshine shines warmly on the body. It is quiet all around, and the birds are chirping not far away, as if they are singing happily, Xianyang City is coming again

Once it appeared before my eyes, it was even grander and more spectacular than before.

Unfortunately, there was no Ying Zheng by my side at this time, and the feeling of sitting here was different from before, as if something was missing. I sighed, sat quietly for a while, carefully observed that there was no one around, and got up and used the prepared words in advance.

He dug a hole under the big tree with his shovel and put all the clothes, mobile phones and Swiss cross backpacks he brought from modern times into the hole.

Keep only the gold, silver and time key with you, then bury them, trample them with soil, cover them with fallen leaves, and leave marks on the trees.

After doing all this, I was sweating profusely. I leaned against the tree, wiping the sweat with my sleeves and thinking about drinking water. I walked down the mountain road to see if there were any farmers who could ask for a bowl of water.

After walking for a while, I almost reached the foot of the mountain. I heard the sound of people talking, as if someone was working in the fields, so I walked over quickly.

In early spring, it is the season of sowing. Not far away, several strong men are farming. Some are driving cattle to plow the fields, and some are sowing seeds. Farther away, there is a man who looks like an attendant, who is plowing a tall man next to the field.

man pours water.

Slowly approaching, judging from their attire, although the clothes are simple, it is not difficult to see that the style and quality are good, and they are not ordinary people.

"Brothers, excuse me, where is the nearest farmhouse? I want to ask for a bowl of water." I imitated the way people from Qin talked and asked.

The two strong men driving cattle and sowing in front of me looked up at me after hearing the sound. One of the men who stopped plowing said: "The farmer's house is not far from the corner in front. If the girl wants to drink water, if you don't mind, we will take her with you."

have."

"Then I should be grateful." I replied with a smile and cupped my hands. In ancient times, the folk customs were simple and the distance between people was not as precautionary as in modern times.

"I'll get it!" The man holding the seeds looked at me with a strange look. Before I could see his face clearly, he turned and left after speaking. I sighed that this man was really nice.

I saw him walking further away quickly, said something to the tall man who was drinking water, and then returned with water.

The man in the distance stopped drinking water and turned to look at me, but I couldn't see his face clearly from a distance.

I thanked him and took a big gulp of the water. The water tasted sweet, a bit like a mountain spring. I handed the finished bowl to the person who just helped me get water. I found that his brows were twinkling. If he didn't have a goatee on his face, he would look a bit like me.

Someone you know, who is it?

Yes, Liz.

If this person is Li Si, then where will Yingzheng be?

Farming?!

I laughed at myself and thought how could it be possible!

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