Rebirth: Illuminating a Brilliant Life

Chapter 119 Interesting Anecdotes from the Sanxingdui Archaeological Sites: The Little Field Mouse

Su Xuan was intently organizing the materials in the archives, surrounded by mountains of documents and files. Her slender fingers moved nimbly between the papers, sometimes picking up a yellowed page to examine it carefully, sometimes quickly jotting something down in her notebook. Her bangs were slightly damp with sweat, but it did not affect her concentration in the slightest.

Just then, her phone rang urgently, breaking the silence of the room. Su Xuan frowned slightly, put down the documents in her hand, picked up the phone, and saw that it was a call from her boss.

She quickly answered the phone, and her supervisor's anxious voice came through: "Su Xuan, the Sanxingdui archaeological site urgently needs support. The excavation work has reached a critical moment, and we've been working around the clock, but we still don't have enough manpower. You need to go and help out immediately." Su Xuan was shocked; she knew the great significance and urgency of the Sanxingdui archaeological excavation.

She quickly stood up, tidied up the documents on the table, put the important files into her backpack, and hurried out of the archives. On her way to Sanxingdui, various pieces of information about Sanxingdui kept flashing through Su Xuan's mind: the mysterious bronze masks, the towering bronze sacred tree, the peculiar sacrificial pits... These unsolved mysteries have always attracted the attention of the global archaeological community, and now, she was about to personally participate in this major archaeological excavation.

She imagined the bustling scene at the archaeological site: archaeologists carefully digging through the soil, afraid of damaging any precious artifacts; staff members holding various instruments, nervously monitoring the environmental data at the site; and others meticulously recording every detail of the excavation, as even the smallest discovery could become a key clue to unraveling the mystery of Sanxingdui.

Su Xuan sped along, as if driven by a whirlwind of mission, finally stepping into the mysterious and bustling Sanxingdui archaeological site. The site resembled a city that never sleeps, with blazing lights illuminating every inch of land as bright as day. Busy figures, like agile musical notes, leaped and darted rapidly between the various excavation squares, and an atmosphere of tension and excitement permeated the air.

Like a well-trained soldier, she rushed to the command center to report for duty, and after receiving instructions, she immediately went to the "battlefield" where she was about to be stationed.

With practiced ease, she donned gloves, a mask, and goggles, the gloves seeming like a second skin as she explored history. Then, she steadily picked up her tools, gracefully crouching at the edge of the pit, like a nimble cat about to hunt down a treasure of time.

Her gaze was deep and intense, as if it could pierce through the soil and reach the heart of history. Her eyes were fixed on every texture and grain of the soil in the pit, and the small shovel in her hand was like a delicate key to unlock the door to history. She carefully used it to remove the soil bit by bit, and every movement was as gentle as if she were touching the most precious treasure in the world. Even the slightest breeze seemed to disturb this dream of time that had been sleeping for thousands of years.

During the long and arduous journey of excavation, the appearance of every fragment of pottery or small metal piece would cause Su Xuan to freeze in place, becoming solemn as if facing a formidable enemy.

Holding a brush that resembled a nimble paintbrush, she meticulously swept away the surrounding dirt. Then, with tweezers, she gently picked up the discovery as if holding a rare pearl and placed it in an artifact storage box that looked like a sacred reliquary. At the same time, she was completely focused on writing furiously in her notebook, marking the precise location and depth of the discovery, as well as the initial characteristics of the object. Every stroke was powerful and penetrating, as if she were writing a private dialogue with history.

The prolonged squatting and meticulous operation was like a silent test of endurance. Her legs gradually became numb, as if they were being entangled by the vines of time.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, shimmering like stars under the lamplight, but she was completely unaware of them, her mind and body immersed in the mysterious world of archaeological work. When a large, deeply buried artifact, suspected to be a bronze object, suddenly appeared, Su Xuan's expression became even more solemn, daring not to be the slightest bit careless or negligent.

She and her colleagues worked in perfect harmony, as if serving a deity, carefully cleaning the dirt off the objects with soft brushes and small spray bottles. The soft brushes were like a duster of time, and the water droplets from the spray bottles seemed to wash away the dust of years. At the same time, she directed her assistants to use professional instruments to explore the surroundings. These instruments were like divine eyes that could see through history, ensuring that the excavation process was smooth and foolproof.

As the bronze artifact was slowly unveiled, its exquisite design and unique patterns were like a powerful beam of history that pierced through a thousand years, leaving everyone stunned and speechless.

A smile of satisfaction and pride bloomed on Su Xuan's face, like a beautiful flower blossoming in the desert of history. However, she did not linger too long on this brief moment of victory. Like a tireless pursuer of history, she immediately threw herself into the next stage of her excavation journey, for she knew in her heart that on this mysterious land of Sanxingdui, endless historical secrets, like stars, twinkled in the night of time, waiting for her to uncover them one by one.

Just as Su Xuan was fully focused on the new excavation site, a young archaeologist, Xiao Li, suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

The crowd gathered around, and there it was, a little field mouse that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, carrying a small, strangely patterned stone that had just been unearthed in its mouth. It looked as if it had discovered a priceless treasure and was smugly preparing to "run away." The little field mouse's fur gleamed under the light, and its eyes darted around, completely unfazed by the crowd.

Su Xuan was both annoyed and amused. On a whim, she took out a cookie she hadn't finished that morning from her pocket, placed it on the ground not far from the little field mouse, and said softly, "Little guy, trade your stone for something delicious."

The little field mouse seemed to understand her words, tilting its head to examine the biscuit, then looking at the stone in its mouth, and hesitated for a moment. Just then, Xiao Li, holding a small net, prepared to quietly approach and catch the little field mouse. The little field mouse sensed the danger and immediately turned to run, but it couldn't bear to part with the biscuit, looking back every few steps.

Thus began a peculiar chase at the archaeological site. Everyone was afraid that the little field mouse would disappear with a stone that might be of important research value, so they all joined in the pursuit.

Some people used shovels as "weapons," while others waved notebooks in their hands, trying to scare it away. The little field mouse darted left and right among the crowd and various tools at great speed, creating chaos at the scene.

Suddenly, the little field mouse panicked and darted into a corner piled with archaeological tools. Everyone cautiously surrounded it, ready to launch a "capture operation," only to find that the little field mouse had already put down the stones and was happily munching on a biscuit, completely oblivious to the danger around it.

Su Xuan smiled and stepped forward, gently picked up the stone, and examined it carefully. She found that although the patterns on the stone were peculiar, they were not directly related to the typical artifacts of Sanxingdui.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, laughing and teasing the mischievous little field mouse as they returned to their respective work posts. The little field mouse, after finishing its biscuit, swaggered past them and disappeared into the night, as if it had merely taken a stroll through this mysterious archaeological site, adding a unique little interlude to the tense work.