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Fang Chen felt that life was sometimes very magical. For example, she had just thought of Cai Jingjing during the day, and then she received a voice message from Cai Jingjing on WeChat in the evening, saying that she had arrived in the capital.

Fang Chen said happily, "That's great. Come stay at my house. I'm the only one home now, so it's very convenient."

Cai Jingjing said, "No, no, I'm here for a meeting. The conference organizing committee has already booked a hotel. Let's go next time. Do you have time this weekend? Come over to my place and play." Before she could finish, another voice came from the phone: "Fang Chen, you have to come. It's been a while since we last met!"

The voice sounded so familiar that Fang Chen asked tentatively, "Is it... Huang Tingjuan speaking?"

There was a burst of laughter, "Of course it's me!"

"How could you be with—" Fang Chen was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly remembered that Cai Jingjing was Huang Tingjuan's middle school classmate. They had known each other for a long time. A few years ago, Huang Tingjuan had shown him Cai Jingjing's poems while they were writing in the park! Alas, time flies, life is so complicated. He had actually forgotten this relationship.

So, the three good friends got together for the first time.

Under the pavilion in the hotel garden, the golden October sun shone through the gaps in the vines, and the air was filled with the fragrance of green grass. Fang Chen and the others sat on a stone bench and continued chatting.

Just now in the hotel room, Cai Jingjing gave each person a collection of poetry.

At this moment, Fang Chen flipped through the pages at random and came across a page that said "Dig, Dig, Dig" and laughed, "Your title, Dig, Dig, is really interesting."

Cai Jingjing laughed out loud: "Haha, hey, isn't my husband an archaeologist? A few years ago, there was a very famous "Dig, Dig" and I thought that archaeologists are the ones who are always "digging, digging". That's when I wrote this."

"Archaeology is great! I've always dreamed of a life of archaeology since I was young, and I almost enrolled in the archaeology major."

"What's so good about it? You're always on business trips. It's a good thing you didn't sign up. If you did archaeology, you'd know how hard it is."

Fang Chen pursed his lips and said nothing, looking down at the song "Dig, Dig" written by Cai Jingjing.

We are in——

Digging and digging on the land of the motherland.

He shoveled the mud and sand with his hands, and sweat dripped down.

Not for the purpose of searching for treasures, but for the purpose of proving China.

The loess covers the spring and autumn, and the deep holes hide the roots and buds.

Suddenly, the light of civilization appeared, breaking through the earth and shining with purple clouds.

How lonely the bronze is! The oracle bones are sighing.

Smoke rises from the pottery tripod, and a jade dragon soars into the clouds.

The broken bamboo slips are used to represent the remaining texts, and the ruined walls are used to represent the palace tiles.

The Shang tripod continues the Tang inscription, and the Qin terracotta warriors guard China.

The Hanque towers reach the sky, and the Tang Dynasty colors reflect the moonlight.

We are in——

Digging and digging in the vast land.

A thousand years pass in a moment, and you can tell the truth from the false with your fingers.

I check the broken scrolls by the solitary lamp, and the stars are shining on the eaves.

The wind and frost chill the bones, while the hot blood nourishes the new buds.

An instrument can prove historical facts, and a few words can fill the gaps in the sky.

The torch is passed on endlessly, and the dim light illuminates the long night.

People today are amazed at how majestic and elegant the ancient spirit was!

For five thousand years, the roots have connected the house.

There are so many skilled craftsmen, but their names are not recorded in history.

Achievements are invisible, and civilization shines throughout the world!

We are in——

Digging, digging, digging on the land of China.

Dig from south to north, from winter to summer.

Not afraid of frost, ice and snow, not afraid of strong wind and rain.

Just for the light of civilization, to be known to the world.

The country is so vast and the ethnic groups are so harmonious.

How magnificent the landscape is, and how green the land is.

Those who work silently make our China great.

There are many treasures hidden deep down, and flowers blooming everywhere.

Who is happy to meet each other? Who is frightened?

With a long history, praise our great China!

After reading it, he couldn't help but show astonishment in his eyes. Feeling unsatisfied, Fang Chen read it aloud again.

Afterwards, he took a deep breath and sighed, "Today I finally understand what it means to be catchy and have every word bespoke."

Huang Tingjuan also opened the book in her hand and found the poem "Digging and Digging". She pointed at the pages with her slender white fingers and praised it repeatedly: "It's really beautiful, well written and well read!"

Cai Jingjing raised her hands to cover her face shyly. Her hands with rough joints and cracked skin made Fang Chen stunned: How come a musician's hands are so rough and uglier than his own?

Cai Jingjing put her hand down, her face slightly red, and said modestly, "Hey, Fang Chen still reads better! After all, she's a teacher, and her articulation is clear. After she reads like this, I also think my writing is not bad."

Fang Chen sincerely thought it was great, but the topic was a bit informal, so he said sincerely:

"This poem is quite well written. If you publish it again in the future, I suggest you change the title to something more formal, like 'Ode to Archaeology'."

Cai Jingjing smiled carefreely: "Hey, I won't publish it anymore. I'm retiring soon, and I'm saying goodbye to all this stuff!"

Fang Chen understood: whether writing papers, conducting research, or publishing books, it was all for the purpose of evaluating professional titles. Once he retired, these things would naturally become useless, so there was no need to worry about them.

She felt a little regretful, but then she thought again, "Dig, Dig, Dig" was a lively and interesting title, perhaps even better than something like "Ode to Archaeology." Without further ado, she lowered her head and continued flipping through the pages.

The three of them continued chatting.

Fang Chen suddenly remembered that Cai Jingjing, who studied music, had said a few years ago that she wanted to do a ci-style music restoration project and had requested a few of her own ci poems. But then there was no news.

Huang Tingjuan teased, "Jingjing, I remember when we were young you said you would compose music for the poems I wrote. How come there's been no news since then? I've been waiting for you for so long."

Cai Jingjing was stunned at first, then a mixture of sudden realization and deep apology appeared on her face. She clasped her hands together and said, "Oh! Sister Tingjuan! Look at my memory! I'm so sorry, so sorry! This matter...ah, it's so embarrassing!"

Huang Tingjuan saw her anxious look and smiled even more deeply: "What's the matter? Is it too difficult, or have you completely forgotten about it?"

Cai Jingjing quickly waved her hands, "No, no! I definitely haven't forgotten! It's just...it's just...plans can't keep up with changes!"

Huang Tingjuan raised an eyebrow curiously. "Oh? What happened to disrupt our talented lady's plans?"

Cai Jingjing's face instantly blossomed with the radiance of motherhood, with a hint of sweet helplessness: "It's all because of the child! When I first got pregnant, I had morning sickness so severe that I felt dizzy even listening to music, let alone composing. Later, when the little one was born, I was even busier, feeding, changing diapers, and coaxing him to sleep... In my head, the only songs playing on a loop every day are nursery rhymes and lullabies!" As she spoke, she made an "you know" expression, and your elegant and distant poetic mood just couldn't find a gap to get in!

Huang Tingjuan's expression softened immediately upon hearing this, and her previous teasing completely transformed into understanding and concern. "Ah! I forgot about that. So you're taking care of our baby Piaopiao. That's a huge undertaking. Thank you for your hard work! Of course, our baby is the most important!"

"Our baby"? Fang Chen was surprised by Huang Tingjuan's statement, but that didn't stop her from joining in the fun: "And me! You also wanted to share my poems a few years ago."