That place is long gone.

After the fourth year, he was transferred here again.

In this place, Xiao Liuzi stayed for eleven years.

These eleven years are also the most dangerous times, and you can be dragged out and shot or killed at any time.

Fortunately, Mrs. Song was able to protect it at the beginning. Xiao Liuzi survived.

In the past eleven years, no one knows whether Xiao Liuzi was alive, dead or where he went, just like the world has evaporated.

Alishan has a rainy season all year round, with high altitude and low temperature. It's a great place to escape the heat in the summer.

But staying here for a long time is the most painful torture.

The most painful torture comes not only from the environment and **, but also from the spiritual level.

I also lived in a wooden house for the first few years here. There is no electricity to drink mountain spring water. Wind leaks in winter and rain leaks in summer. Outside the door, there are long mountains, and a narrow dirt road is flooded when it rains. There is nowhere to go even to escape.

Those years were also the most difficult years for Xiao Liuzi. His old cold leg is the root of the disease that fell here.

Even if this place was later transformed into a luxury resort for high-ranking officials, Xiao Liuzi's living environment was only slightly improved.

In the last five years of Alishan, Xiao Liuzi lived in this villa like a year.

Because the highway in Alishan had been opened at that time, in order to prevent Xiao Liuzi from escaping, there were three layers of sentry posts outside the villa, and the courtyard wall was divided into two layers. It is claimed to be a secret operational command post here.

Every day, Xiao Liuzi can only move in the inner courtyard. In the past, you could go out to see the mountains, but now, you can see half of the mountains, and most of the sky is hidden by the high and deep walls.

Raising flowers and cats can sleep and eat if they want to die, and even their children can't see him.

The only one who accompanied him was Miss Zhao Si.

After the villa was built, the situation changed somewhat, and Mrs. Song sent his collection to Xiao Liuzi. A lot of books, and a lot of antiques, calligraphy and paintings.

These things have also become the best toys for Xiao Liuzi to pass the time.

For eleven years, a toddler has grown up to a teenager, and when he walked out of here, he had been reduced from one of the four great sons of the Republic of China to an uncle with white sideburns and greasy vicissitudes.

When Mr. Zhao saw him for the first time, he didn't dare to recognize him.

Father and son are speechless to each other, and there is no more pain in the world than this.

In the blink of an eye, Jin Feng pulled the past back to his eyes, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Little Liuzi ......"

"Tell me, where did you hide your things?"

"I'm here to get it. ”

With a slight opening of his mouth, the indifferent Jin Feng's gaze first stayed on the rocking chair.

The wood of the log rocking chair is in natural color, and it looks particularly old under the tempering of the years.

With a casual pull, the billions of dust that had been accumulated for an unknown number of years suddenly flew up, and the whole room was cloudy.

Slowly took out the scarf that left Ms. Zimo's snowflake smell and covered it, Jin Feng pulled up the cotton cloth on the desk with his backhand, and gently shook it and spread it on the ground.

Glancing at the mahogany desk, he bent down to look underneath the desk. I was sure there wasn't anything I was looking for on the desk.

Two strange objects were pulled out of their bags and put on their feet. With a gentle flick of his feet, he stood on tiptoe and stepped on the flat cotton cloth and walked over.

When he was about to reach the end of the cotton cloth, the probe rod in his hand suddenly stretched out and picked up the cotton cloth hanging on the bookcase.

After looking at the bookcase, the cotton cloth in his hand was already spread on the ground.

Continuing to walk forward, Jin Feng picked up other covered cotton cloths and spread them out next to each other.

I looked at the other furniture again and walked over to the rocking chair.

This is the most suspicious and most likely guy to hide things in Xiao Liuzi.

The core of the red cypress tree is like wild red sandalwood, which is easy to decay, but this does not affect its sturdiness and use.

There is also a point in finding things.

Like the treasure appreciation, it does not leave the elements of looking, hearing and asking.

Look first with your eyes.

For Jin Feng, there are very few things that can escape his eyes.

The low rocking chair was covered with a thick inch of dust, and although it was on the second floor, it was still affected by the humid environment of Alishan, and the rocking chair was a little damp.

Standing on tiptoe with a strange ballet, his body posing with a strange momentum, after observing for a few seconds, Jin Feng picked up the probe and knocked on the rocking chair.

Knocking is cutting! It is also equivalent to getting started.

The heart of the red cypress tree is often rotten, and if something is hidden inside, the echo of the knock will be different.

After tapping in all directions, Jin Feng retracted the probe rod and stood still, looked left and right, but still didn't find it.

Use the probe rod to pick up the cotton cloth and spread it on the ground and walk to the mahogany bed.

If a hundred people hide something, half of them will hide it in bed. Another half hide things in the places they know best.

Slowly pulling the cotton cloth on the big bed halfway and not moving, Jin Feng's hand was lightly slammed.

His eyes focused on the word engraved on the head of the bed, and he whispered out in his mouth: "Patience!"

"Patience!?"

It was a ninja character carved out of a hard object. The font is skewed, and the blade of the knife is very long.

The point in the middle of the heart is engraved the deepest!

The strength of this ninja character is extremely heavy, and it has left a deep mark on the mahogany.

Silently chanting the word forbearance in his mouth, he paused for a few seconds and then put it down gently.

This word forbearance is not a secret code, let alone a spur and encouragement to Xiao Liuzi at that time.

Keep it simple, live like a dog.

For the heroes who have left a strong mark in the long scroll of Shenzhou history for thousands of years, it is not who is more awesome than whom, but who lives to the end.

The heroes slept with the most beautiful women, drank the best wine, played the best antiques, and signed the most expensive checks. A lifetime of pursuit has reached the limit of life.

In the end, the competition is about who lives longer than whom.

Whoever survives to the end will have the last laugh, and whoever will be the winner in the end. Whoever can smash history as a little and play with it wantonly.

The Han Dynasty had Liu Bang, who had only won Xiang Yu once, the Three Kingdoms had Sima Yi, the Tang Dynasty had Xu Maogong, the Ming Dynasty had Xu Jie, the Manchu Qing Dynasty had Ling Guifei, and the Republic of China had Mr. Sun.

Abroad, there is Tokugawa Ieyasu, and far away there is Mandela.

Xiao Liuzi is also the one who lived to the end and laughed to the end.

Seeing his enemies die of old age one by one, before he died, he couldn't take away all the peerless treasures and flowers and rivers and mountains of Jinshan and Yinshan, so he came empty-handed and went empty-handed.

And he watched from the sidelines, watching the enemies die horribly one by one.

The thrill of revenge is unparalleled in the world.

I lifted the other half of the cotton cloth of the big bed according to the method, and I didn't find it either.

Jin Feng frowned, pursed his lips and looked elsewhere, but found nothing.

Jin Feng had thought about such a result, and he was prepared in his heart, and he was not disappointed and disappointed.

It was already afternoon, and the cold autumn rain was falling non-stop, and the naughty raindrops were hitting the window, and the strange intruder was curiously looked through the curtains.

Standing in place and pondering for a while, Jin Feng retreated to the front of the rocking chair.

Picked up the cotton cloth and covered it in the rocking chair, and sat down on tiptoe. Light a cigarette, slowly close your eyes, lean back in the rocking chair and slowly shake it.

Time seems to have traveled to that bleak autumn afternoon decades ago. My former friend sat in this rocking chair and sat quietly at the small window.

Lonely, lonely, and unwilling, or resigned to fate.

It's like reminiscing, and it's like reviewing.

The only thing that is not is regret!

Xiao Liuzi never regrets doing things.

Time passed slowly, and more raindrops fell on the windows.

The cigarette between my fingers was already half gone.

When the soot fell, Jin Feng's eyes suddenly opened, and he raised his hand to catch the soot in the air.

"Brother Han Qing really has you. ”

"I didn't teach you all those years in vain. ”

Stand up and put the cotton cloth back in place one by one, and step on the tiptoes of your ballet shoes backwards to the window.

Calmly glanced around the room, put away the equipment and put it on the windowsill, and did not forget to close the windows tightly when leaving.

I turned back the way I came, looked at the footprints that had been submerged in the rain, and fell backwards into the jungle.

Stuff isn't here.

In other words, the things that Xiao Liuzi hid are not here.

Jin Feng dared to be 100% sure that Xiao Liuzi had left something in the treasure island.

Those things were not rare books that he had donated, and they were not antiques. It's something else. I want to talk about "Picking Up Leaks" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~