Fusu saw that Li Rongrong looked strange, and asked with concern: "Rongrong, what's wrong? Is there something urgent?"
Li Rongrong took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound calmer: "Yes, Mr. Yang... that is, my teacher."
"He said there have been new discoveries in the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang recently and he hopes I can go there tomorrow."
When Fusu heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"The Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang... has been excavated?"
Fusu's voice was low and complex, as if the dust of history was gently brushed away at this moment, revealing a deep secret.
Li Rongrong noticed Fusu's abnormality and felt an inexplicable worry in her heart. She gently pulled Fusu's sleeve.
Fusu came back to his senses, looked at Li Rongrong's eyes full of concern, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.
He shook his head gently, with a faint smile on his face. "Nothing, just some emotion. The mausoleum is a place for rest, but now it is being disturbed by the world. I wonder what my father would think if he knew."
Having said that, there was a hint of relief in Fusu's eyes.
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"But perhaps this is also the unstoppable fate of the wheel of history rolling forward. Since future generations are willing to explore, let them learn about the past. I just hope that they can protect the traces of history with awe."
After hearing this, Li Rongrong felt mixed emotions.
She understood Fusu's complex emotions. After all, it was his father's tomb and a witness to the glory and decline of the Qin Dynasty.
At the same time, as an archaeologist, she cannot guarantee others, but she must go on archaeological excavations with 100% awe.
Restoring those stories hidden in the dust bit by bit is the lifelong pursuit of every archaeologist.
Even though she is no longer involved in this industry.
"Fusu, I know this is hard for you to accept. But every archaeologist has the responsibility to pursue the truth of history and pass on those stories that have been forgotten by the years."
"It is through repeated archaeological excavations that we, the later generations, have a deeper understanding of the Qin Dynasty, your father, and you."
Li Rongrong's words were full of firmness and respect.
These words are not spoken between lovers, but conversations between the souls of modern people and their ancestors.
Tell them how much we revere them.
Fusu nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with complex light. "I understand your feelings, Rongrong. The wheel of history will not stop because of personal emotions. I just hope that archaeological exploration and excavation can leave more precious treasures for future generations."
After the conversation, the two smiled at each other and continued to walk hand in hand. Although they each had their own thoughts, they were both using their own ways to resolve the entanglement of their different thinking spanning thousands of years, bringing their hearts closer.
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In the guest room of the scenic spot, soft light shines on Fusu's face, reflecting his complex and deep eyes.
He lay in the modern big bed, tossing and turning, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.
Outside the window, the moonlight is like water, gently sprinkling on the retro buildings in the scenic area that imitate the Qin Dynasty, covering this ancient land with a layer of mysterious silver gauze.
Fusu looked through the window at the distant night sky, with indescribable emotions surging in his heart.
He recalled his conversation with Li Rongrong, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. Li Rongrong's firmness and respect made him feel the awe of modern people towards history.
Rongrong is really different from ordinary women.
So different, so warm, vivid and beautiful.
Fusu sighed softly, closed his eyes, and tried to calm himself down. However, what he saw today kept appearing in his mind.
He will make the Qin Dynasty reach the same level as later generations.
Fusu's thoughts gradually became clearer and his mood slowly calmed down.
He turned over and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling. A faint sadness welled up in his heart. He didn't know how he came to the afterlife.
I don’t know what kind of chaos my father’s side would be in if I suddenly disappeared.
At this moment, a gentle sound of footsteps broke the silence of the guest room. Li Rongrong pushed open the door and walked in, holding a bowl of rock sugar and snow pears in her hand, with concern and tenderness written all over her face.
"Fusu, are you asleep? I made you some candied pear with rock sugar to moisten your throat." Li Rongrong's voice was soft and warm, like a spring breeze blowing through Fusu's heart.
Fusu smiled slightly, sat up and took it.
Fusu took the bowl of steaming pears with rock sugar, and felt an indescribable emotion in his heart. He looked at Li Rongrong, whose eyes were full of tenderness and care, as if they could dispel all his sorrow and anxiety.
"Rongrong, you are always so considerate." Fusu said softly, his voice choking. He scooped up a spoonful of rock sugar snow pear and put it in his mouth. The sweet taste instantly bloomed on the tip of his tongue, as if melting away the bitterness in his heart.
Li Rongrong smiled tenderly when she saw this. "Drink it quickly and go to bed early. You still have to accompany me to the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang tomorrow."
Fusu nodded and continued to taste the candied pear in the bowl.
He drank every sip so carefully, as if he was savoring the love and warmth from Li Rongrong.
Li Rongrong sat beside the bed, looking at Fusu quietly, her eyes full of tenderness and expectation.
Fusu gently put down the empty bowl in his hand. The sweetness of the bowl of rock sugar and snow pear seemed to still linger between his lips and teeth, and even in his heart, turning into a warm current.
He looked at Li Rongrong affectionately, his deep eyes seemed to have stars twinkling in them, so gentle that they could melt everything.
"Rongrong, your cooking skills are really good. This is the sweetest candied pear I have ever tasted." Fusu's voice was low and magnetic.
Li Rongrong's cheeks flushed red. She lowered her head shyly, but couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. "Where in Daqin can I find rock sugar snow pear? And you said it was the best I've ever tasted."
"But if you like, wait until Daqin's agriculture and animal husbandry are developed. Oh, and there is also industry. Industrial sugar refining, we can make it with rock sugar!"
After hearing this, Fusu felt an indescribable joy in his heart.
Rongrong really understood him. To him, the delicious food he enjoyed alone was not as good as the one shared by all the people of Qin.
Of course, except for what Rongrong did.
What she made could only be eaten by him, and she wouldn’t give it to anyone else!
Thinking of this, Fusu could no longer suppress the smile on his face. He gently took Li Rongrong's hand. Her hands were soft and warm, as if they could dispel all his sorrow and anxiety.
I put Li Rongrong's hand on my cheek and felt the tenderness and delicacy of a modern woman.
"Rongrong, I feel really happy to have you by my side." Fusu's voice was full of affection and gratitude. He held Li Rongrong's hand tightly, as if he wanted to cherish this warmth forever.
Feeling the touch of Fusu's cheek in the palm of her hand, Li Rongrong lowered her head and her cheeks flushed slightly.
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