"Tch, you can't buy this even if you have money," I said, "This is a gold bracelet with plain patterns from the Liao Dynasty. It looks pretty good on you."
"Really, but it's a bit big."
Xiaoxuan's wrists were thin, and she shook them, looking very happy.
I'm ashamed to say that this is my first official gift to Xiaoxuan, because it was only during the day that I suddenly remembered that this day happened to be her birthday... Xiaoxuan didn't say it herself, so I was worried about it.
Don't know, but I remember.
"Xiaoxuan, happy birthday."
Xiaoxuan's nose twitched and she said: "Yunfeng, I just said it casually once before, I didn't expect you to still remember it."
"Haha, I have a good memory, so of course I remember your birthday, Xiaomi's birthday, and..." Before I could finish, I quickly ended the conversation.
I haven't had a birthday in several years either.
Xiaoxuan was very sensible. She raised her hand and wiped her eyes and said, "Yunfeng, I haven't celebrated my birthday in two years. I don't want to cause trouble to everyone."
Looking back, we all sacrificed a lot in those years, but we did gain a lot.
"Zhao Xuanxuan! Zhao Xuanxuan!
"Is the noodles ready? I'm hungry!" Dou Sprout's loud voice came from downstairs.
After dinner, around 10:30 p.m., the guide we were looking for came. This person was from Muya.
The Muya people are actually not very mysterious. What is mysterious is their origin and culture. Up to now, there are more than 8,000 Muya people in the Ya'an area of Ganzi alone. Anyone can find them as long as they look for them with a little effort.
I can also speak a few words of authentic Muya dialect.
Eating is "Ga enough", sleeping is "A stuck", and getting up is "Hongfufu". This is what Muya people say, but the tone sounds strange. I can't describe it in words.
The guide is over 50 years old. His head is wrapped with several circles of white cloth, and he wears a traditional local pleated suit. The clothing is mainly white. The man's hidden name is unknown, his Chinese name is Fugong, I call him Uncle Fu, Lao Fu
.
There was a reason for looking for him. Not only could Lao Fu speak Tibetan, Chinese, and Muya, but he could also speak the extremely difficult Anon and Nusu languages.
From 1970 to the beginning of 2000, more than a dozen famous professors of history, linguistics, archeology, etc. asked him to be their guide, including Professor Deng from Sichuan University and Professor Wu from Southwest University when they wrote the book "The Examination of the King of Western Wu".
Lao Fu helped me and got my head in touch with someone early.
Of course, Tou Tou claims to be an "expert in historical relics and archeology", and we young people are all his students, so Lao Fu doesn't know our true identities.
He didn't have a backpack. Instead, he carried a large bamboo basket covered with a raincloth. He smiled and said that he was used to carrying this thing, and a backpack was not as useful as a bamboo basket.
At a quarter past 11 p.m., we put out the fire, checked what we had brought, and followed Lao Fu into Miyao Mountain with flashlights.
The whole mountain was covered with darkness. A few of us, with the flashlights in our hands, were like glowing fireflies.
He raised his head and looked at the mountains, his face was very solemn. No one, including me, could guess what he was thinking.
"The mountain road is not easy to walk at night. Guys, watch your step. Follow me and don't run away."
I took out a cigarette and walked up to talk to someone: "Uncle Fu, do you know where the place we are looking for is?"
"Young man, please whip me."
He did not accept the Septwolves I handed over, but took out a hard-packed short-mouthed Emeishan cigarette and gave me it. This cigarette was not cheap at the time, and was more expensive than Soft Yuxi.
"Haha, why are you looking at me like that? These cigarettes were given to you by those cultural people the year before last. I can't bear to buy such expensive cigarettes."
After lighting one, he stopped and said, "Professor Wang said, aren't you looking for a very tall stone tower?"
"Yes! Do you know exactly where it is?"
He blew out a puff of smoke, shook his head and said, "Young man, I don't know the exact location, but I know the approximate location. In other words, not many people know the exact location."
"What's the meaning?"
I didn't understand, and Dou Sprout was also curious and came over to listen.
He squinted his eyes and said: "The older generation of Muya people in our place all know the legend. It is said that there is a place in the deepest part of Miyao Mountain where there is heavy fog all year round. There is a stone tower in the heavy fog. The stone tower is more than 500 meters high and has reached the height of 100 meters.
When it reaches the clouds in the sky, there are more than twenty small doors on the tower. Someone inside the door shoots arrows downwards. Anyone who passes by and gets close will be shot to death by the arrows from the sky."
"Fuck!"
Dou Sprouts exclaimed: "Five hundred meters high! That's higher than the Tower of Love! It's fake! If it were really that high, even Sun Wukong wouldn't be able to fly up!"
I said: "Fuck you, you don't know what to say. What's the Aifei Tower? That's the Aifeier Tower. Abroad, it may be more than 400 meters high."
This is just a legend of the Muya people. It seems outrageous when you think about it. Five hundred meters high?
There was no such technology in the Xixia period hundreds of years ago, so I didn’t believe it at all. Now, if it was really that high, we wouldn’t have to look for it, we could see it right out of Chengdu Railway Station.
"Uncle Fu, you just said you probably know where it is?"
"Oh, yes."
He threw away the cigarette butt, tipped the bamboo basket behind him, and said with a smile: "It takes about three days to walk. When you reach the upper reaches of the Dulong River, you can see a large natural basin area. Going down is the Wolf Valley. It is very big and can be seen everywhere.
We found a kind of artificially forged thin stone flakes, numbering in the tens of thousands, which may be leftover raw materials from previous tower construction.”
