Notes From Buried Times Chapter 33

By: Shu Tia
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The cold is like a spike, but you can find comfort by looking up, because there is the bright moon in the Western Regions. Archaeologists often travel through the sea of   sand, dense forests, snow-capped mountains, and Gobi Desert under such moonlight... The road is long but their steps are firm, and they never change their original intention despite the many difficulties and dangers.

Camel bells rang slowly, and Noah Qian, riding on a camel, swayed from side to side, suddenly sang a Turpan love song: Girl under the grape trellis, don’t, don’t sing anymore; your heart is about to jump out of your chest, and you took it away like a nightingale, and tied it to the end of your braid...

After he finished singing, he asked Daniel Xia: "Does it sound good?"

Daniel Xia sniffed and said, "That sounds great. Please give me another one." Someone in the team responded, "Hu Zi! Give me one! Hu Zi! Give me one!"

Noah Qian immediately got excited and took out his tambourine and started banging: "Let's play something more popular! 'The Visitor on the Iceberg'!"

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