"However," Yue Chuliang hesitated for a moment, but still said, "I saw a huge stone door in that world with faded red words written on it. They were probably the writings of our ancestors."
Gu Xingmiao felt a little strange when he heard this.
Until the other party drew the strokes of those words on his hand a little crookedly, Gu Xingmiao stood up straighter and even leaned forward slightly.
"Can you please write it again a little slower?"
"I brought paper and pen." Qi Bufan poked his head out and handed them over, "Write here."
In the old days, their optical computers could not be located, let alone used.
In this case, most interstellar people will bring primitive tools, pens and paper to communicate with their companions in certain special situations; however, some interstellar people think that bringing too many things will easily cause the creatures in the old copies to discover abnormalities, so they choose to travel light.
Until this point, Gu Xingmiao felt a stronger sense of weirdness.
"I'm not very good at drawing historical texts." Yue Chuliang said a little embarrassedly.
"For so many years, the Alliance has relied on word of mouth to transmit its culture. The new language and writing used are completely different from those of our ancestors."
"Most of the texts left on paper are documents that the Alliance people cannot understand. Moreover, the strokes are similar, but the meanings are different. To this day, no one has figured out which script is the real one."
Looking at the crooked words written by Yue Chuliang, Gu Xingmiao was stunned again.
She finally understood what the strange feeling she had been having was. Although she could understand what people from the future said and could read the words in her memory, these words were clearly not Chinese characters.
But as a time traveler, she seemed to subconsciously know the meaning of these words, so she subconsciously ignored them.
Until Yuechuliang wrote the interstellar text first, and drew the complex grid characters crookedly...
She then realized that those words were traditional Chinese characters.
During that part of the live broadcast, the documents held by many researchers fell to the ground with a "click". They seemed unaware of it and were all staring at the piece of paper in the live broadcast.
Finally, when Gu Xingmiao picked up the white paper, everyone finally saw the crooked words written in the childish handwriting:
——Chang'an City.
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