In addition to those lines of letters, there are many fill-in-the-blank questions left on the little prince's paper.

voxxvx,hxnxxxxic,epixxaphx.

These are the letters in some words that can be vaguely distinguished. I am not very good at foreign languages, so I was dizzy and said:

"Tell me the final result directly. It's not suitable for me to break the password and guess riddles..."

The little prince shrugged and said, "I can't do it either, and it's not pure English. It's a related product from the ancient Roman period. The progress I have at hand was sent to me by our big stars. He is an expert."

I was even more impressed by the pink flamingo in my heart, and it was hidden. If these skills were known by his thousands of young girls fans, they would have to be even more crazy!

The little prince opened an email from a big star, which read:-raphy]

Uh, this cracked email... looks very professional, but I still can't understand it! I took two mouthfuls of tea and sighed: "I'm so sad, what's this..."

"He said that this form of inscription belongs to a special inscription in the Gaul area, which is different from the tombstone next to the tombstone. This is only used for 'memorial'. In other words, the things on it were indeed written for the dead, but the dead were not buried there, similar to the tombs and monuments." The little prince was a little stuttering when he explained, and it seemed that his mind was also a mess.

I remembered the Monument to the People's Heroes on the ** Square. Although there was a stone tablet, the body of the martyr was not buried under the square. I guess this is what he wanted to express.

So what is written on the monument? "Revolutionary heroes will be immortal"?

I looked up the electronic dictionary. Unlike the Chinese people's "rest", most of the strange foreign phrases are illusory words such as "dedication", "ancestor", and "dead", which makes people feel mysterious and strange.

The atmosphere in the hotel became a little cold. I raised the temperature of the air conditioner a little, and saw other companions walking out of the room one after another.

Everyone was a little dizzy. For people like us, it was really rare to have a good nap. Everyone came around to help the little prince analyze for a while like sleepwalking, but obviously their level was not enough and there would be no breakthrough.

"'There is a name symbol in the middle that cannot be seen clearly', what does this mean?" Mr. Dong pointed to the only line of Chinese displayed on the email and asked, "If it is someone's name, then the monument was erected for this person!"

The little prince turned the white paper back and drew several shapes made of dots on it: "Professor Hu can only restore it to this level if he zooms in to the limit, but every picture is possible, and I don't know if it is a symbol or a special text."

The dots he drew were very similar to the red and green blind pattern during a physical examination. I saw some of the rows looked like diabolos, some of them looked like snakes swallowing an egg, and in short, there was a bulge in the middle of a long strip.

I didn't care much about that little box, but our whole mind was on the clues of the Jade of Creation! But at the end of that line, a particularly familiar pattern appeared:

The perfect circle contains two triangles, and these two triangles overlap in reverse to form a hexagram structure!

"Is this monument belonging to the Eastern Prince?" Master Dong gasped.

The little prince shook his head and said, "You can't tell what this is. The strange symbols sandwiched in those words have two parts. I have seen the one on the right, so Professor Hu gave me a few rough dots and I knew what that means, but what the one in front is still not clear yet."

Once the little box had contact with the six-pointed star, I couldn't help but become anxious with the little prince. But looking at the progress on this blank piece of paper, before we went back to Jinye to report, the progress would probably have to be paused.

"First focus on Yuling, Prince, you see that your hair is almost dripping. Don't get angry if you relax!" Master Dong fed a basin of water and rubbed his head like a bulb-like wiping the Aladdin magic lamp.

Everyone stretched their arms and was awakening from washing their faces one by one. Suddenly, there was a noise outside, beating drums and drums! I was so scared that I was trembling with my mood as soon as I relaxed.

The village is empty, so where does such a big noise come from?

We lay in front of the windowsill and saw a procession that looked like a parade. In the hot summer, we were wearing black long-sleeved robes, and were singing along the village paths, playing music and singing something.

This situation made me feel like the Ari tribe members were attending the funeral!

"That's all my family." Scissors glanced at it and pointed, "Look, the tallest one is my uncle, the second brother is standing in the lead, the boss... the boss is not in the team, oh!"

The man at the end of the team was wearing a strange hat. He was passing through the road not far from us. He seemed to feel our gaze and turned around suddenly—

The scissors were so scared that they hid their heads under the window frame and said in a very low voice: "My third brother... they are calling Shanhun. When it gets dark, they will worship their ancestors."

The group of relatives and friends introduced by the scissors outside had more or less patterns on their faces, and they couldn't see clearly. I asked strangely: "Since they are all relatives, why are you hiding? Didn't you call your home when you come back? Don't you go out to say hello to them?"

"Let's wait until tomorrow. Not only will it be very busy tonight, but the whole family will definitely gather together. When they saw me coming back, they have to criticize me collectively. I don't know if I have left. What if I force the marriage again? Moreover, the job of worshiping ancestors is really tiring... I can't occupy a core position, so I can only help them with all kinds of rough and heavy work!"

I thought to myself that I felt tired when working for my family. When she digged the soil and lifted the coffin, she was really powerful...

The Si family walked across a bridge and went diagonally opposite the village. There was a road leading to Kuaiji Mountain. Their singing echoed over and over at the foot of the silent mountain. I was shocked by the little prince's paper and my goose bumps were not yet subsided. I was scared again. I felt that the temperature of the air conditioner was too low...

After these people disappeared at the foot of the mountain with the setting sun, Sister Qingmei also came back from outside with a large basket of ingredients.

"I said to the eldest lady of the Si family, you are over. I just returned to the village and met your third brother. He told me to get some delicious food for you. You may not even be able to eat hot food when you get home tomorrow."

Scissors looked depressed: "I knew that they must have found out that I was back!"

Seeing that she was about to give up and run away, we hurriedly comforted her. I didn't think it was that miserable. After all, the "third brother" in the team just now seemed to love her, which made me, an orphan, really envious.

The strange man helped Sister Qingmei sort out the big bamboo basket with a cat-like expression. Good guy, bacon, osmanthus cake, roast chicken, dried mold, and bamboo shoots. Even I was drooling! Qingmei took out a small bag wrapped in oil paper, waved us to let us all come over, and then pulled the string-

Damn, the smell is so stinking!

I just stuffed a soft pine nut cake into my mouth, and suddenly I smelled this smell and almost sprayed out the things in my mouth!

"Shaoxing stinky tofu, eat it while it's hot!" Sister Qingmei took a deep breath with intoxication on her face, picked up the chopsticks and sent it to our mouths.

Master Dong and the little prince looked at each other and suddenly smiled brilliantly. The two of them took off their shoes, sat at the table, and put their legs on them. While eating stinky tofu, they were sucking their feet very happily:

"Jinye's fine traditions, sweaty feet, stinky tofu, and mahjong are usually missing one. It seems that there are enough people this time?"

As night falls, the water supply in the small village of Linshan is sufficient, so it is quite pleasant to open the window and blow the wind.

Although this tourist attraction is not very popular, the night view is really beautiful. Small orange light bulbs are dotted in this four thousand-year-old village. It is really weird and romantic!

We borrowed a black-sailed boat from Qingmei, floating in the swaying river, and visiting the small village in the night. Dong Ye and the others set up tables at the bow of the boat, and the four of them were playing mahjong enthusiastically. The scissors were also quite smart, and they quickly learned a Sichuan style called "Bloody Battle to the End".

I had such a rare time alone with the weird guy. I sat side by side at the stern of the boat, gnawing on the watermelon, looking at the lights in the mountains of Kuaiji, and listening to the music vaguely as if it was coming from the moon.

This is really a golden full moon hanging in the deep blue sky. When I think of this description, it seems to come from the chapter of Runtu, a person who appeared in the Chinese language class in junior high school. By the way, Lu Xun is from Shaoxing. The hometown he wrote is here, but I have not seen an animal like "王".

I turned my head to see the weird guy who didn't spit out seeds when eating watermelons. I suddenly found two ropes to tie them around his neck as collars, and made him put on his waist with an innocent look on his face and held the oar high with the other hand, posing in the classic look of the young Runtu.

"One tube... my god! Brother Dao, don't move!"

Master Dong stretched out his head and glanced at him, and almost turned the mahjong table over! We treated the weirdo as a statue with a few shadows. A small black-sailed boat passed under the Sijia Bridge and stopped on the shore.

Qingmei also got on the boat with two jars of Shaoxing rice wine. Everyone was in good mood. They agreed with the scissors that frowned from time to time tonight without getting drunk. No matter what kind of answer the Si family would give after dawn, at least this trip would come back with us, and I would have a wonderful memory.

I was thinking, such a day is so comfortable and happy. When I retire, can everyone still be together so happily to play mahjong and enjoy the moon?

I was in a good mood, half leaned on the weirdo's shoulder, and I touched him a cup and drank it all, but I felt a little heavy on my head. The weirdo seemed to slowly press the weight on me.

"Hehehe, little short..."

I heard the weird man mutter in a confused manner, and I sat upright and watched his shiny eyes blink at me, then suddenly I remembered that unlike my thousand cups, he poured one cup!
Chapter completed!