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Roshan was wearing a very see-through dress, which was too much covered by a layer of veil, anyway, through the clothes, he could clearly see the layers of fat on his body, and his breathing was like waves of wheat, so fat people are rare.

Ji Mo took a few more glances, and couldn't help but "float", "floating", trying to see clearly what he was talking about.

The ink stains on the paper seemed to be written too fast, and many places were unclear, and he didn't care about it. He almost murmured something that others couldn't understand, and the pen in his hand kept going. Write a string of unclear words?number?

One of the worst things about ancient times was that there was no popular Mandarin, and it was impossible to say that everyone used the same language, including language.

Ji Mo looked at it for a while, but didn't see a reason, so he thought it was using a different language, and he took Roshan's voice back and forth between his lips and teeth as deaf ears, as if the cicadas were singing outside the window, it was only noisy, and it was rare to have true meaning.

Sweat was dripping down, even though the clothes were so light, the heat was still hot. There was an ice basin not far away, and the ice cubes inside were turning into water at a speed visible to the naked eye. Roshan was sitting directly on the ground, The ground is tiled with slate, dark slate, which looks a little cool, but you can see the obvious traces of a meandering stream. become.

Watching the translucent stream continue to spread outward, Ji Mo also wanted to cry out for this mountain of meat. What is the weather like this, it is really too tiring.

Being too obese not only made his figure out of shape, but also made it difficult to recognize a facial feature on his face. Layers of fat are not just double chins. I don’t know how many layers of cheeks seem to melt, like candle wax layers. , his head and face were flushed, obviously he was indoors, but he seemed to be in the sun, extremely impatient.

I don't know how long it took before he finally stopped writing for a moment, pushed away the table in front of him, and fell back. After a muffled sound, he saw flesh and waves rippling again. He closed his eyes and murmured: "I really can't help it." Yet?"

There should be no expression on such a fat face that was out of shape, but at this moment, Ji Mo seemed to be able to see a kind of despair permeating his face, making this still hot room more crowded. It was as cold as the abyss.

The psychological coldness does not cool down. The small icebergs in the ice basin completely turned into water. The water overflowed the copper basin, ticked, and fell outside. It merged with the sweat stream on the ground, one cold and one hot. , Returning to the first class.

"Fatty, have you figured it out? Fatty, fatty..."

Someone called outside, and before the person came in, he saw the fat man lying on the ground. He was startled, and ran two steps quickly, but he didn't care about entering through the door, and jumped in directly through the window. The breeze brought by him hit the fat man On his face, his closed eyes opened, and the eyeballs rolled around.

Because of being too fat, this face is not only out of shape, but also looks hideous and terrifying, but the person who came didn't feel that way. Seeing his eyes rolling, he breathed a sigh of relief, and patted him directly, causing sweat to splash everywhere , meat and waves piled up, he curled his lips in disgust: "Forget it? What are you pretending to be dead?"

The fat man didn't care about his expression, he opened his mouth and said, "I can't help it, I really can't help it, I can't do it, don't force me."

"What do you mean forcing you? Are you doing it for us? If you can't figure it out, sooner or later everyone will die together!"

The man is quite strong, but compared with the fat man's body, he looks like a thin monkey. After he said this, the fat man didn't move. Instead, he spread his arms, making the fat man look weirdly short The thick arm touched the cold ground as much as possible, "Anyway, I can't help it, I just die, if I live like this, I might as well die."

Seeing him like this, the visitor got anxious and hurriedly said: "Fatty, you can't give up. Among us, you are the best at math. If you can't figure it out, I'm afraid no one can."

"You go to the Ji family. This is the knowledge of their ancestors. They must know it, and maybe they can figure it out."

The voice of the fat man answered without unnecessary fluctuations, it was as calm as stagnant water.

"If this tm could be found, I would have found it a long time ago. Isn't there no way?" The visitor cursed, stood up, and kicked the fat man on the shoulder, not very hard, but with that sticky feeling Lingering, "What time is this, and it hasn't stopped you from gaining weight, hurry up, get up, count it for me, if you don't die, count it, otherwise, don't wait for it sooner or later, right now It can make you suffer a little bit!"

The visitor's attitude was tough and there was a bit of annoyance, as if resenting how this matter happened to him. The fat man rolled his eyes and glanced at him. He didn't know if he saw something, or he didn't want to suffer from flesh and blood. , moved slowly, as if he was about to sit up, but he was lying down too thoroughly, how could he sit up all at once.

A person like him must not be able to take care of himself in life.

The visitor also knew this. Seeing him struggling, he hurried up to help, and asked, "What book do you want, I'll get it for you."

While talking, he took the initiative to move books from the bookshelf, and moved them all to Mingtang, and put them by the fat man's hand, and some of them were even placed on the ground, only avoiding the water marks on the ground.

Seeing this, the fat man hurriedly stopped: "Don't put it on the ground, be careful of sweating."

"Md, I thought you peed."

The visitor still had a bit of disgust on his face, but he ignored his words, put down a stack of books again, and said, "Look, forget it after reading it, if you can't figure it out, I will burn all these books and let them Die first."

From entering the room, the person who came was like a grumpy old man, who kept swearing and swearing, but after putting down the book, he finally put something under his head, so that he wouldn't really care about the life and death of these books .

Then he took something out from the corner, ahem, chamber pot.

When he came back from emptying the chamber pot, he still had that disgusting look on his face, but seeing him refilling the bucket next to the fat man and changing the ice in the ice basin, Ji Mo didn't know whether he hated the fat man or whether he hated the fat man. Is there any reason to be so "cared for" as a last resort.

Also, what are they counting?

Ji Mo's curiosity arose, and he went to look again, well, he still couldn't understand it.

Only one of the pages seemed to be—a star map?

Is the "Ji family" they mentioned the Ji family of the astrological family?Could that "ancestor" be referring to himself?

The bookcase was placed on the fat man's desk, and the fat man raised his hand to turn it over. The visitor saw that he was moving slowly, so he hurriedly helped to open it, and said: "Look carefully, if you read more, maybe you will be able to find out? "

"I think the Ji family must have concealed something. There is no relevant knowledge on it. If it's not that the pages are incomplete, or the subsequent part is hidden by the Ji family."

The fat man expressed his guess in a slow tone.

The visitor scratched his hair irritably, cursed a few more words, and said: "I can't help it if it's not complete, it's really all, it's been hundreds of years, and I can't find the original, even the Ji family There's no trace, shit, I knew earlier, those people shouldn't have let them go..."

Another string of curses blurted out, that irritable look, as if he was about to hit someone.

The fat man ignored him, and opened the book silently. He must have read it several times, and the flipping speed was very fast. Ji Mo followed suit, and it was indeed missing a lot, and some of them were not his notes. Presumably it was transcribed by later generations, but in the end the original was lost and only the transcript remained.

This kind of thing is not uncommon.

But what are they after all?

The two of them talked for a long time without getting to the point, which made Ji Mo scratch his head like that man.

The fat man didn't speak again, neither did the man. They wandered around the room for a few times, but after all they had nothing to do, they jumped out of the window and left.

It seems that the air in the house is stuffy, and there is really no wind movement, but outside, although the white light is dazzling, the leaves seem to reflect white light, and it looks dull, but it is somewhat green, shady, and windy. .

The fat man didn't do much activity, even so, he was still sweating profusely, looking at him, he looked very embarrassed, but he was still serious when he read the books, and picked up the books he had turned over and over again to read one after another.

Ji Mo didn't know what was going on, what was this place, and after that, he was always watching the fat man reading and calculating, while others, including the man from that day, were either here to urge or help Take care of chores.

The fat man even sleeps here. In such a hot weather, there is no need to cover the bed with a quilt. It is good to lie down casually without being turned over by the heat.

Seeing that it was not too shady at night, and the melting speed of the iceberg in the basin was still visible to the naked eye, Ji Mo muttered, is this in the south?Is it that hot in the south?tropical?

Specifically, he has never been there, so I don’t know if it’s true, but looking at the clothes of the fat man and the clothes of those who came to see him, he seems to be able to judge one or two, such as shorts and vests, this fashionable outfit , maybe for more practicality.

Similarly, those people should be carrying weapons, and they don't seem to be made of metal, they seem to be made of wood or jade. It looks a little... I don't know how to describe it, but it always feels weird anyway.

It gave Ji Mo a feeling of time travel, 500 years plus 200 years plus 100 years plus 50 years, less than 1000 years, has it changed so much?

Sure enough, the regions are different, and the customs and habits are different.

Among these people, there are men and women, old and young, which one is the descendant of the master's family, or has it changed hands again?For what purpose did they come together?

Ji Mo's heart is full of doubts, and it seems that he can't understand it. The fat man seems to be the center, and he seems to be a tool man who has to be coerced by them to make calculations. And the calculations are related to astrology?It's a little funny, when can the simple astrology be able to master life and death?