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    "What is that?" As soon as Li Mi came home, she saw her husband playing enthusiastically with his daughter, without even changing his clothes.  There is a colorful cardboard box on the table.  Wang straightened up and hugged his daughter high.  "Do you remember Lu Lou? As for my middle school classmate, the one who went to Tibet to teach, I sent him something specially the year before last. I came back a few days ago, and our classmates got together once, saying that they were going abroad soon. At the dinner table  I heard that I like these weird things, so I went to the company to give one to me today, saying that I got it by chance in Tibet." Li Mi nodded noncommittally, put the dishes in his hand in the kitchen, and went upstairs.  Change clothes.  When she came down to prepare for cooking, she saw her daughter going crazy among a pile of wrapping paper. The box was already open on the dining table.  "What is it?" she asked as she began to choose the vegetables.  "I don't know." Wang Zhi studied it carefully with a magnifying glass, feeling very confused in his heart.  Lu Lou didn't say much when he gave him this thing. He only said that he got it from a herdsman by chance, but the origin became unclear when he went further.  It is an approximately cone-shaped metal object, about 30 centimeters high.  The bottom is very wide, gradually constricting upwards, through several layers of irregular ring decoration, and finally forms a sharp corner.  The outer wall is decorated with many patterns, like text, using hollow methods.  Because of the passage of time, almost all the color on the surface has fallen off, revealing the yellow body.  It emits a strange light, but it is not dazzling.  Because it is hollow, it is not heavy, and the material should not be gold. Wang Zhi guessed that it should be made of copper.  "It's a beautiful pagoda." After Li Mi finished choosing the dishes, he walked over and saw the thing.  "Pagoda?" "Yes, it looks like the tops of Buddhist temples in Thailand." "But this is something from Tibet." Wang Zhi muttered softly.  After dinner and helping his wife put their daughter to bed, Wang Zhi took the "pagoda" into the study, then took out his camera and took a photo of the thing.  He searched the Internet for keywords such as "magical instruments, sacrificial instruments, Tibetan religion" and other keywords to see if there were any similar things, but there were no results until late at night.  He also searched for some photos of Buddhist temples in Thailand that his wife mentioned.  It does look a bit similar to this thing at first glance, but upon closer inspection there are obvious differences.  The style of this thing is much rougher and looks more historical.  "It's already 12 o'clock, you're still not sleeping?" His wife put a glass of hot milk on his table.  "Right away, right away." He nodded sheepishly.  My daughter is very clingy, and she always wants her wife to accompany her before she sleeps with her.  In the past few years, Wang Zhi almost always slept on the sofa bed in the study room, which also made him develop the habit of going to bed late.  The wife had no choice but to give him a cup of hot milk every day before going to bed.  "Drinking the milk of love, Wang Zhi posted on several collectible forums he frequented, and several more experienced collectors on QQ also posted pictures, but no one knew what it was.  We can only guess from its origin that it may be a magical weapon.  That thing attracted Wang Zhi as if it had some magic power. He researched it over and over while surfing the Internet. It wasn't until about 3 o'clock in the middle of the night that he felt a little tired.  He reluctantly put the "magic weapon" on the bookshelf, then lay down on the sofa bed with a blanket.  The light from the street lamp penetrated into the house through the gaps in the blinds and shone on the thing, making it look full of strange charm.  Wang Zhi kept staring at that thing and fell into a dream at some point.  In a trance, he seemed to hear the monk's low chanting.  Naturally, I didn¡¯t feel energetic when I went to work the next day. Fortunately, I completed the tasks well in the first half of the year. I haven¡¯t had any big projects recently, so I still have some free time.  Wang Zhi called a friend who worked at the auction house during his lunch break and talked about that thing.  The friend was very interested, so the two made an appointment to study the thing at home over the weekend.  When he was about to get off work, Li Mi called to say he had to work overtime, so Wang Zhi hurried to the kindergarten to pick up his daughter, then bought groceries and went home.  This kind of office-kindergarten-home life is despised by many friends, but Wang Zhi never tires of it.  In his opinion, nothing makes him happier than an ordinary and stable life.  When my daughter is 3 and a half years old, she is very curious and gets into trouble.  Li Mi spanked her frequently for this, but in Wang Zhi's opinion, this naughtiness was nothing compared to his own back then.  Thinking of the series of terrifying entrance examinations that his children would face after going to school, Wang Zhi always secretly indulged his daughter's mischief and laughed secretly at every angry complaint from his wife.  Wang Zhi hurriedly gave his daughter a bath, and then started working in the kitchen. At first, his daughter was still causing trouble around him, but then she disappeared.  Wang Zhi is cookingDuring the break, I looked around but couldn't find her. I called her name loudly and was relieved when I heard my daughter's milky voice answering upstairs.  But before he could finish cooking a plate of vegetables, he heard a loud "boom" from upstairs, followed by his daughter's wails.  Wang Zhi quickly dropped the things in his hands and rushed upstairs in a few strides.  The study room was in a mess. Wang Zhi took his daughter into his arms and coaxed her while searching her body for any injuries.  When her daughter saw him, she cried even harder and kept sobbing, "It wasn't done by pigs, it wasn't done by pigs." Wang Zhi comforted her softly and looked around.  The glass tabletop of the desk has been completely cracked, and the chair has fallen to the ground. The thing is lying quietly in the corner, with a large piece of it deflated on the surface.  Wang Zhi remembered that there were still vegetables cooking in the pot and hurriedly carried his daughter downstairs.  Naturally, this dinner was extremely unpleasant. His daughter kept crying and Wang Zhi couldn't coax her, so he fried the vegetables.  When Li Mi came back, he couldn't help complaining, but his wife teased him.  "Now you know how powerful the little guy is." Wang Zhi was too embarrassed to say anything else, so he just muttered in a low voice: "It was placed so high, I don't know how she climbed up." The wife finally coaxed her daughter.  When she fell asleep and walked into the study, Wang Zhi had already cleaned up the broken glass and was studying the thing.  "What? Did it break?" "Yeah." Wang Zhi replied a little depressed.  A large piece of the base of the thing was deflated, and there was a medium-sized hole.  He simply put his tweezers in to test, and ended up with a lot of broken paper rolls.  The paper roll has turned yellow, but you can still vaguely see that there are lines of text on it, which are exactly the same as the text on the surface.  Wang Zhi was busy smoothing out the shredded paper rolls, and then glued them to a piece of white cardboard that he found specially.  He was going to sort through these things and see if he could find an expert on Tibetan writing.  "Are you angry?" Li Mi came behind him and rubbed his shoulders.  "A little bit." Wang Zhi answered honestly.  "This thing looks to be old, maybe it's a cultural relic, and it was damaged by her like this." He paused, and then muttered: "This little thing, I don't know how she climbed up so high? It's okay.  It's okay. I really can't ignore her anymore." Li Mi couldn't help but laugh and asked, "It's not your friend's fault." "What friend? No one is here today."  "Why did my daughter say that an aunt took her to play, and she also said that the aunt taught her to climb high?" Li Mi's expression became serious.  "How is that possible?" Wang Zhi replied.  "This little girl is a bad liar." "But she keeps saying that." Li Mi's tone became less confident.  "Okay, okay, how can you take what a child says seriously? Or do you think that's the case?" Wang Zhi couldn't help but laugh.  My wife is good at everything, but she is very afraid of weird things, but she loves watching horror movies the most, which makes Wang Zhi both irritating and ridiculous.  But Li Mi still felt chills, as if something was peeping at them.  Seeing his wife¡¯s uncomfortable look, Wang Zhi could only put down what he was doing and push her towards the bedroom.  "Okay, okay, my dear wife, how about you like that? Is it okay if I sleep with you in the main office?" He said with a playful smile, and Li Mi rolled his eyes at him.  When he turned off the lights, Wang Zhi looked back at the thing.  It stood quietly on the table. Because it was deflated, it felt a little different from yesterday, and the light it emitted seemed to be much dimmed.  You are so neurotic.  Wang Zhi cursed himself secretly, but did not notice that he had closed the study door for the first time in a long time.
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