Chapter 4, Decryption

"Is this going to work?" Shen Mo asked with a silent expression of doubt

The silent study is quite simple, with a table and a chair, and a laptop. Although it is called a study, there are not many books; only a few essential reference books are placed on the desk.

From now on, you have a new name—Shi Quan, and someone will deliver your identification card to you. Remember your mission. The young man named Shen Mo has likely already deciphered the secret of "Gitanjali," and the game has only just begun. You may leave now

Alas, this would require Tagore to rise from his grave to respond

"It is paranoia." He silently picked up a chopstick of rice noodles, "No matter how you prepare Yujiang's rice noodles, you cannot replicate the taste of Guiyang."

Silence picked up the book "Gitanjali" once again. For the past two days, he had lost count of how many times he had flipped through this small book. He could almost recite all one hundred and three poems, yet the "secret of Gitanjali" remained unfathomable. Silence admitted that he lacked a literary sensibility and could not comprehend the meaning of those poems. For him, those words were like a dense forest, in which he had no interest in the trees; he merely wished to find a small mushroom within the forest.

Half an hour later, a silver Audi entered the urban area of Yujiang. With high cheekbones, it circled around the city before finally driving into the underground parking lot of a building

Silently gazing at the sea

Poem 46: On many mornings and evenings, I have heard your footsteps; your messenger has secretly come to my heart to summon me

Two minutes later, Shen Mo and Xia Xiaowei saw the reply from Hong Hu. It was just a few simple words: "Find the book and check it yourself"

The forum is open

Xia Xiaowei concluded her speech

Akin is doing very well

Koalas eat only one type of food throughout their lives - eucalyptus leaves

Reaching out to pick it up, the small book was exceptionally clean, unusually so. Since yesterday, this book had been tormenting Shen Mo's nerves incessantly. No matter how he looked at it, he was left utterly perplexed, without a single clue.

"Really!" Xia Xiaowei exclaimed in surprise, "Koala brother, you are amazing!" Excitedly, Xia Xiaowei wrapped her arms around Shen Mo's head and, with a loud "smack," planted a resounding kiss on Shen Mo's face

I really don't understand you southerners, what is so delicious about rice noodles

The one hundred and second verse: Secrets surge forth from my heart

I have read it, not only "Gitanjali," but also "The Flight of Birds," "The Gardener," "The Gift of the Lover," and "Glimpses of Bengal." I like Tagore. That old man has a lot of charm, with a full beard; he is quite a handsome fellow

Poem 91: All my existence, all that I possess, all my hopes, and all my love, flow towards you in deep secrecy. Your tears are my final gaze, and my life will forever belong to you

Two strong men covered their eyes with high cheekbones

Your friend is truly bizarre, deserving of a beating

Several individuals resembling doctors, dressed in white coats and wearing masks, are gathered around a wheelchair

Sir, I was wrong

Stubbornness," Xia Xiaowei said casually

"What did he say?" asked Shen Mo.

You had many opportunities to shoot, yet you hesitated and missed the chance to strike! This allowed the old man to activate the mechanism. This is the first point. You had the instinct to kill him with one shot, but you let the old man linger on, and before he died, he transmitted a message! This is the second point. Thirdly, that little maid surprisingly did not die; you truly know how to cherish beauty.

Xia Xiaowei took the manuscript and saw that it was written:

What is this?" Xia Xiaowei asked in confusion

You don't know! What do you know? You don't look like a killer, you look like a woman!

Hope, waiting, disappointment, then hope again, wait again, and be disappointed again... Again and again, in a cycle that repeats itself. Waiting is a test of patience and perseverance for anyone. Time gradually slips away, and this one morning feels as long as a century for Shen Mo and Xia Xiaowei.

A woman, emaciated and frail, slumped helplessly in a wheelchair, opened her eyes and said: "Yi... Long... Brother, I... am... very well..."

How about we check online? Perhaps we will find something useful," Xia Xiaowei suggested

Hurry up! I am starving

Silence glanced at the phone: "12:34."

The lights suddenly turned on, illuminating everything in a blinding white, making it impossible to open my eyes due to the glare on my high cheekbones

Ciphering

It is hard to say, but if even the red fox does not know, then at least no one in this forum will know. Let's treat a dead horse as if it were alive! Let's give it a try. Summer Xiaowei felt uneasy in her heart

It is a habit. Since one has already become accustomed to it, why is there a need to deliberately change? The silent rice noodles have been prepared, with a layer of red oil floating on top. Taking a bite, the mouth is filled with a fragrant spiciness

I am still waiting for the red fox to appear; if the red fox cannot answer me either, I will give up. said Xia Xiaowei

With high cheekbones, the eyes are open, yet it is as if they are closed. Although it is daytime, the room is shrouded in complete darkness, rendering everything invisible. The only sound that can be heard is the footsteps of two strong men as they leave.

Xia Xiaowei carefully examined the piece of paper, noticing that in each sentence, Shen Mo had circled a word with a pen: secret

I understand, Dad may have written something in code in this place

I really don't understand you people from the north, what is so delicious about jianbing guozi

Several posts that lack substance

As the lights dimmed, a projection appeared on the wall opposite the high cheekbones

Xia Xiaowei ran to the living room

How many secrets are there in "Gitanjali"? What is the fifth secret?" he asked quietly and without revealing any emotion

Two strong men removed the eye masks that covered their high cheekbones

Sir, at least I did one thing right! I noted down the phone number that the person dialed before dying and deleted the call log from my phone

Why is everything so chaotic? How can anything useful be obtained this way? Silence placed the cup of water on one side of the computer desk, looking at the pile of disordered replies

Xia Xiaowei eagerly grabbed a jianbing guozi to eat, having cried her heart out with her sister yesterday, she had long forgotten about dinner, and at this moment, her stomach was growling with hunger, leaving no room to care about her lady-like image

What is the fifth secret of Gitanjali? Could it be that what the professor referred to is not this book, but merely the literal meaning of "Gitanjali"? That is simply not possible. "Gitanjali" in Bengali means "Song Offerings," with no other ambiguity. Nowadays, when the four characters "Gitanjali" are mentioned, people often first think of Tagore's poetry collection, as it is exceedingly famous. In 1912, at the age of fifty-one, Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel Prize in Literature with this small book containing only one hundred and three poems. This poetry collection, named "Song Offerings," exudes a sense of mystery throughout. Since the publication of "Gitanjali," many have attempted to interpret the religious messages that occasionally emerge from it, yet no interpretation has gained the acceptance of the majority of scholars. "Gitanjali" is filled with countless enigmas. The silent nerves have become fragile, so fragile that they are untouchable. Since the publication of "Gitanjali," many have attempted to interpret the religious messages that occasionally emerge from it, yet no interpretation has gained the acceptance of the majority of scholars. "Gitanjali" is filled with countless enigmas. The silent nerves have become fragile, so fragile that they are untouchable.

The fields of literature and history are inseparable; what I know, you certainly know as well. However, what you know, I may not necessarily know. Otherwise, how could Father have left the information to you and not to me

Don't go upstairs, I just came from next door. Tagore just choked on a cookie and has been sent to the hospital, he can't come!

This is the secret of Gitanjali! Five! A total of five!" Shen Mo said excitedly in silence, while pulling Xia Xiaowei over to sit beside him, "Xiaowei, look!" Shen Mo opened the book "Gitanjali" on the coffee table, "The sentences on the paper are excerpts I took from this book. Do you notice any characteristics?" Shen Mo asked Xia Xiaowei.

cheating pen

Finally, the high cheekbones were pushed into a room

He turned away in silence, then turned back after a moment, holding a pen in his hand: "Is this the one? I also confiscated it from a student."

I ... ...

What nonsense! That phone has long been under our surveillance. Deleted the call records from the phone? Can you delete the data from the mobile company? Ridiculous, do you think the police are fools? If it weren't for our hacker getting in... playing the lute to a cow! You idiot!

Shen Mo stared into Xia Xiaowei's eyes: "Did you cry all night last night? Your eyes are so red!"

A Jin ... ... A Jin ... ... '' With high cheekbones like a dirt mound, he wept bitterly. In a moment, he became enraged and shouted: `` How did A Jin become like this? ''

Sister, are you preparing to pursue a doctor's degree?

Xia Xiaowei registered an ID and posted a help request titled: "Does anyone know how many secrets are in 'Gitanjali'?" The content is very concise: "As the title suggests. Someone made this strange bet with me. I have heard that there are many experts in this forum, and I came here out of admiration. I hope all the experts can lend a hand, and I will be waiting online. I would be very grateful."

Akin has just received a treatment, which is a normal drug reaction. Rest assured, Akin is being treated by top-notch doctors. Once you complete your task, I will return to you a healthy Akin

Silently and deliberately, he poured the rice noodles into the bowl and added some chili according to his own taste

Brother Shenmo! Please open the door

Father will assign a literary topic to his historian student? This is impossible

Silently, Shen Mo stepped aside as Xia Xiaowei entered the room

It makes my head ache. You study literature, so your understanding of "Gitanjali" should be greater than mine

There are five instances of the word 'secret' in this book! In other words, there are a total of five 'secrets' in Gitanjali! Now, the fifth secret is right here...'' Silence pointed to a page in the book and said, ''Page fifty-two, poem one hundred and two, this line: Secrets surge from my heart.

"Sir, may I see A Jin?" Yi Long shouted

Sir, please save A Jin! Save A Jin! My life belongs to you; you may take it whenever you wish. I only ask that you save A Jin! Save her...

"Literature and history are not one and the same? How can you also speak such an amateurish remark? Literature and history are like two horse-drawn carriages, each driven by a different driver. They may sometimes meet or travel together, but their starting points and destinations are distinctly different. For instance, Tagore, in your eyes, is a poet and a literary figure. In my view, he is a historical figure, a scholar of religion, and a prophet..."

Silence gazed at the sea, a newly constructed road winding along the shore like a snake. "Calm down, calm down..." Silence reminded himself in his heart

Xiaowei? Wait a moment..." Shen Mo hurriedly put on his clothes and ran to open the door

"Who is the red fox?" Shen Mo asked

Xia Xiaowei took the book "Gitanjali" and carefully searched through it. Indeed, just as Shen Mo said, the word "secret" was used only five times in the entire book

A silver Audi drove up from a distance and came to a stop

The sunlight filters through the curtains and falls onto the bed

Silence smiled gently and teased, "Indeed. The moon is brightest in my hometown—this is what Du Fu said"

"Red Fox is a top expert in this forum, and I suspect this person is a professional researcher of Tagore. I have been lurking in this forum for over two years and have witnessed Red Fox's prowess," said Xia Xiaowei

High cheekbones get in the car

A corner of the parking lot is the elevator lobby, where high cheekbones were taken in

"The moon in Guiyang is rounder than that in Yujiang?" Xia Xiaowei retorted sarcastically

At noon, the two of them simply boiled two packets of instant noodles to satisfy their hunger. Then, they returned to the computer to wait once again

"Alright, whether there are dates or not, let's take a shot first and see." Shen Mo stood up and led Xia Xiaowei into his study.

"Count again! How many sentences are there in total?" said Silence

Outside the window lies the boundless sea, shimmering with glistening waves under the sunlight

You decide what to do!

I do not know that the safe has a self-destruct mechanism

Silently staring.

"Xiaowei, you quickly look! You quickly look over there!" Shenmo waved the "Gitanjali" and a piece of manuscript paper in his hand

When will the red fox be online?" Shen Mo asked

"Did you do what I asked you to do? What have you done?" A voice came from all directions, as if the four walls were speaking, "Did you bring me what I wanted? What you brought back is a pile of garbage! You have ruined my important matter."

The professor left behind a difficult problem. "I am at my wit's end!" said Shen Mo.

The human heart is like a pool of water; only when it is still can the wise moonlight form a complete reflection. The teachings of Professor Xia Qing still resonate in my ears

Xia Xiaowei counted and said in surprise: "Five."

The two individuals went to the living room to drink tea and chat, occasionally glancing at the computer.

After yet another round of ups and downs, when I was convinced that I could no longer distinguish the floors due to my high cheekbones, the elevator came to a stop

Someone has replied! Xia Xiaowei clicked the mouse, and the page opened

Are you as devoted to love as you are to food? Xia Xiaowei deliberately met Shen Mo's gaze

"Sir, where are you? I have done what you asked me to do, let me see A Jin!" The high-cheekboned figure shouted in the empty room.

"Do not be anxious, these are merely a group of small minions; the true experts have yet to make their appearance," said Xia Xiaowei

Then let us wait a moment before we take a look, let us first sit in the living room for a while

Xia Xiaowei sat in front of the computer. On the Google page, she entered "Tagore," "Gitanjali," and "The Secret of Gitanjali," among others. The information was overwhelming, chaotic, and utterly useless.

He is still watching. I checked his location; he is looking at our posts. Xia Xiaowei was somewhat excited, continuously refreshing the screen, hoping for a reply from Honghu.

The red fox is online!" Xia Xiaowei suddenly exclaimed

Shen Mo took the bag from Xia Xiaowei's hand and hurried to find the bowls and chopsticks

There are three people in the car, the driver and two strong men, all wearing large sunglasses

Two strong men were holding a person with high cheekbones, their footsteps echoing in the empty parking lot

Love? Silent and desolate. Have I ever experienced love? Four years of unrequited love is merely a game played by one person

The red fox is active at regular intervals, generally from 12:00 PM to 1:00 PM, and also after 9:00 PM. What time is it now

I found it, I found it!" murmured in silence, the pen in hand moving faster and faster. Finally, with a "bang," the pen was slapped onto the coffee table, and excitedly, I shouted: "I found it! Xiaowei! I found it!"

How could I have forgotten it? Xia Xiaowei skillfully entered a website, "The webmaster of this site is a devoted fan of Tagore, and it gathers a large group of Tagore enthusiasts, among whom are many experts. I will post a call for heroes; perhaps someone will inform us.

The bowl is empty, silence has consumed the rice noodles

In the dense gloom of the torrential rains of July, you walk with secret footsteps, as quiet as the night, evading the gaze of all who watch. Silence fixated on the line from the twenty-second poem. He suddenly focused on the two words "secret" and "secret"!

Xia Xiaowei stood outside the door, carrying several convenience bags: "Hurry up and move aside, it's hurting my hand."

High cheekbones were taken away

Xia Xiaowei's emotions plummeted to the lowest point

The lights suddenly went out, darkness enveloped, footsteps were heard, and an eye mask was put on.

I find this very mysterious, so let's not hold on to any hopes! We must find a way ourselves, " said Shen Mo.

In India, Tagore is a very mysterious figure, with his family having deep connections to Indian religion. Tagore is also a prophet. A considerable number of people believe that he successfully predicted the outbreak of World War II and the Sarajevo massacre through his two poems, "The Destroyer" and "The Horn."—Is this useful?

Alright, who made me soft-hearted? In light of your deep affection for A Jin, I will give you another chance

Poem 22: In the dense shade of the torrential rains of July, you walk with secret steps, as quiet as the night, evading all those who watch over.

Silence, brother, were you an Australian koala in your last life

To respond with "look it up in the book yourself" is undoubtedly a form of harm to someone who was originally filled with hope and anticipation

Silence observed that all the posts in the forum were related to the works of Tagore and Tagore himself

I have seen a pen specifically designed for cheating in my father's pen holder

It seems that you rarely visit forums, right? Although this post appears simple, it actually contains several essential techniques for engaging in forum discussions, which are absolutely effective. As long as someone knows the answer, replies will come quickly. Perhaps there are many others who do not know the answer and will immediately start searching for information! The more people involved, the greater the power; it is certainly better than the two of us sitting here aimlessly waiting. At least from now on, we can make it a hope. " Xia Xiaowei looked up at Shen Mo and said, "Could you please get me a glass of water? I'm a bit thirsty." The more people involved, the greater the power; it is certainly better than the two of us sitting here aimlessly waiting. At least from now on, we can make it a hope. " Xia Xiaowei looked up at Shen Mo and said, "Could you please get me a glass of water? I'm a bit thirsty."

This is the rice noodles you love to eat! Xia Xiaowei raised the bag in her left hand, I also bought two bags of soy milk, the original flavor. I didn't dare to buy the sweet one, fearing it contains saccharin. One jianbing guozi is for myself

Yes, this is it. Xia Xiaowei took the pen, pressed one end against the page, and gently pressed a small inconspicuous button on the barrel of the pen. Under the fluorescent light, a line of text clearly appeared in the blank space of the page—Bolohemo, Jiayaxima, Wu Shangxian, Gong Li Yan, Nangzhan, Fu Heng... Tagore, Puyi

Sister, wait a moment. I saw that old man Tagore playing mahjong next door at my house. I will go take his place for a while, and let him come to tell you! Don't be anxious...

By the seaside, there is a newly constructed road

Silence was immersed in the joy of successful resolution: "This is truly the professor's style; this is not a literary proposition at all, he has created a game for us. He must have left something for us here!" Silence said with certainty

I was quite puzzled at the time, wondering how my father could have such a thing. Then I thought it wasn't so strange after all, as many students now use it for cheating; perhaps my father confiscated it from some student.

At this moment, Xia Xiaowei had completely understood Shen Mo's line of thought. He intended to find the fifth secret of "Gitanjali" through this method, and then decipher his father's mysterious last words. "I have read many commentaries on Tagore, but I have never heard of anything like this before"

He suddenly had a thought and hurriedly searched for paper and pen, rushing into the living room as if he were on fire. He plopped down onto the sofa, carelessly pushing aside bowls, chopsticks, and teacups. He placed the paper and pen on the coffee table and held the book "Gitanjali" in both hands, carefully flipping through its pages, afraid of missing a single line. While reading, he recorded something with his pen.

Are you sure he can solve the problem?" asked Shen Mo.

High cheekbones gazing towards the road

Xia Xiaowei could not help but chuckle, letting out a soft laugh: "Although you were born in Qian, you are not a donkey; at most, you are a koala, a koala that was born in the wrong place."

Is there an authoritative figure who has discussed the secrets of "Gitanjali"? A book or a paper would suffice, as long as there is relevant material on this topic

High cheekbones nestled in the corner, weeping silently

The image disappears, illuminated by strong light

More sunlight comes in

Since it is a headless fly, what other way is there besides bumping around? If you are tired, you can go rest for a while, and let me bump around alone. Alternatively, you could share your perspective on Tagore from the viewpoint of a historian.

September 13, early morning

He threw the book onto the bed, like tossing away a hot potato. He rose in silence, drew the curtains, and pushed open the window

Upon exiting the elevator, one is met with a corridor resembling a labyrinth

"Every sentence contains the words 'secret'." said Xia Xiaowei

"The professor is always right," said Shen Mo. Xia Xiaowei seized the opportunity to retort Shen Mo

Silence went out and then came back in, holding a cup of water in hand

The seawater continuously crashes against the protective embankment

This is precisely the aspect that troubles me. Why is it such a proposition? Why is it me?

Silence opened his eyes, stretched out his hand from the blanket, and groped by the pillow, finding nothing. Suddenly sitting up, he saw the book "Gitanjali" lying on the floor

Silent and unspoken

Ask me? I rushed over early in the morning just to hear your answer

"Xiaowei, have you read 'Gitanjali'?" the silence asked

"Gitanjali" contains a total of one hundred and three poems, each imbued with a mysterious religious hue. Tagore's religious thought is exceedingly complex, incorporating ideas from Hinduism, Islam, Buddhism, Sikhism, and even Western Christianity. To clarify this issue is akin to untangling a ball of yarn. I feel that we are currently like two headless flies, flailing about aimlessly.

A Jin! A Jin!" The high cheekbones shouted as they rushed towards the wall, reaching out to the woman in the image

I ... ... just want to see her ... ... " said Yilong

In fact, you should try to accept jianbing guozi; once you get used to it, you may find that it is not inferior in taste to rice noodles. Refusal is merely a matter of habit. Love is no different. " Xia Xiaowei's gaze became complex and somewhat hazy

A sudden, urgent knocking at the door interrupted the silence of contemplation

Poem 28: I bear many debts, my failures are great, my shame is secret and profound; yet when I come to seek blessings, I tremble, fearing that my requests may be granted

Xia Xiaowei felt deflated and disappointedly closed the browser window

What does it mean

"Gitanjali" is a work rich in religious connotations, where the poetry resembles a riddle; people are merely enamored with the ornate language and captivating rhythms. What the author truly intends to convey remains a mystery to all. If one were to say it is perplexing, there could be many interpretations. "Xia Xiaowei finished the last bite of her jianbing guozi and began to drink her soy milk.