"Du Kang said that there are a number of people who have ...... recently"

"Xiaofan, you go back to the room first. Gongsun Yu interrupted and looked at Liu Mingfan.

"Ah, good. Liu Mingfan came back to his senses, didn't say anything, and walked to the room very consciously. He knew that Gongsun deliberately wanted to avoid him, but it was useless to stay in vain in this situation, so it was better to go back to the room.

Liu Mingfan closed the door and leaned against the door.

"Just drink less, he almost said he leaked, he hasn't recovered yet. Gongsun Yu reproached Liang Mo and continued to ask, "What did Du Kang say?"

"Lately a group of people have been gathering in his tavern to discuss something. ”

"Out of jail?"

"That's right, it's the people who got out of prison. ”

Liu Mingfan heard Liang Mo pour another sip of wine.

"That group of people has been around for hundreds of years, and they're always looking for opportunities. Du Kang said that he and Zhan Xingzi both felt that there was an outlier in the mountain city. ”

"Odd numbers?"

"Liu Mingfan!"

Liu Mingfan could hear that Liang Mo was really drunk.

"You mean, the ...... in him"

"Well, that's right. Su Wei's kid didn't lie to us, if Liu Mingfan can come in, then he can get out. He's not like us, he's a child of destiny. ”

"Okay, don't talk about it, let's eat first. After speaking, Gongsun Yu knocked on Liu Mingfan's door, "Xiaofan, it's time to eat." ”

"Okay, right away!"

That night, Liu Mingfan thought for a long time, who he was and who this Su Wei was.

He often dreams, some very strange dreams. And these dreams are strangely connected, and every night carries on from the previous day.

The dream begins in a very dark place, surrounded by tranquility. Then he felt the light, and there were some shadows around him.

But it's noisy.

He felt someone holding him up, talking something, and the already noisy room seemed even more noisy at this time.

The chaos lasted for a long time.

"Liu Mingfan. Suddenly, he heard someone calling him, a voice familiar but a little unfamiliar.

"Okay, then Liu Mingfan. Liu Mingfan found that he could actually distinguish that the voice came from a woman, and there was a kind of happiness in this woman's tone.

Suddenly it was noisy again, but fortunately he could tell the gender from the voice.

After that, the voices that Liu Mingfan heard the most were the two people he heard before, probably the parents of the person in the dream.

This is the first time in the past few days that Liu Mingfan can hear a person speak clearly, and the voices of these two people are engraved in his memory like inscriptions, so that he can tell who it is just by listening.

It wasn't until much later that he heard a new voice.

"Liu Mingfan, good name. ”

"Jingle bell bell!" Liu Mingfan looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table, a little unwilling.

The voice was clear, he could clearly identify what was in it, but he couldn't remember what it was.

Liu Mingfan skillfully packed up his textbooks and walked to school. There were fewer classes this morning, so he only packed up a linguistics textbook and went out.

He was still recalling that sentence.

"Little friend, do you want to count a hexagram?" A voice suddenly interrupted Liu Mingfan's thoughts, pulling his gaze.

A middle-aged Taoist was sitting not far away, with a fortune teller stall in front of him.

Liu Mingfan ignored him and continued to walk forward.

He has seen a lot of this kind of charlatan, cheating money under the guise of fortune-telling, and as long as there is no problem with IQ, he will ignore him.

And Liu Mingfan can even guess what his next sentence will be.

"Maybe you don't want money!"

And so it was.

Liu Mingfan still continued to walk, and he didn't bring back a single head. He had already met such a person more than a dozen times within a few days of coming to this mountain city, and he knew what he could say.

"Little brother, let's do the math. Seeing that Liu Mingfan ignored him, the Taoist actually copied the tools in front of him with a stroke of his hand and chased after Liu Mingfan. "It's not a matter of money, it's not in vain, is it?"

This is the first time Liu Mingfan has met such a person, and he has already said that he doesn't care, but he didn't expect this person to catch up.

"Eh, little brother, just show me your hand, it won't be long!" The fortune teller stopped in front of Liu Mingfan, and stretched out his hand to grab Liu Mingfan's left hand.

"What are you doing!" Liu Mingfan suddenly withdrew his hand, and the book in his hand fell to the ground.

"Ahem, ahem, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The fortune teller hurriedly picked up the linguistics textbook that fell on the ground, stretched out his sleeve and rubbed it on it, and handed it to Liu Mingfan.

"I'm going to class, I'm sorry. Liu Mingfan took the book and walked forward.

"Boy, we'll see you again!" the fortune teller shouted behind Liu Mingfan, but didn't catch up again.

Liu Mingfan naturally didn't pay attention to this strange person, but just quickened his pace. When he came out, he was thinking that things were going slowly, but there was such a thing again, and he delayed for a lot of time. If you go down slowly, you're going to be late.

"My God, you came early today!" Yang Han was very surprised when he saw Liu Mingfan sitting in his seat.

Seeing that there are still three minutes before class, Liu Mingfan is already sitting here, and I have to say that he came really early this time.

"Wake up early. Liu Mingfan smiled slightly and did not say what happened this morning.

He was also a little surprised, he was worried that he would be late, but he actually arrived ten minutes early. In other words, he usually walks for twenty minutes, but today he walked in ten minutes, including the time when the ink fell in the middle.

He suspected that the fortune teller had done it.

The language teacher is a small man, who is not as tall as a child, and he has to look up at people when he talks to students.

"Let's talk about this Icelandic language today. Zhou drew a string of letters on the blackboard: Norræn goðafræði. Liu Mingfan looked at the annotation on the book and knew that it was the four words "Norse mythology".

Icelandic is an Indo-European language and a northern branch of the Germanic language family, mainly distributed in Iceland itself, with a population of more than 200,000. Modern Icelanders can still read epic poems written 1,000 years ago, which is arguably one of the clearest in the ancient language.

Due to Iceland's distance from the European continent, Icelandic has always maintained the characteristics of the western dialect of Old Norwegian, and the vocabulary is rarely influenced by loanwords. Some linguists call it one of the "most conservative" languages in Europe. Icelandic used to absorb Danish, Celtic, and ......"

Liu Mingfan didn't listen to Zhou Xiaoxiaozi's lectures again, he has never been very interested in linguistics, and it is better to listen to the lectures in a daze.

Liu Mingfan recalled those dreams and recalled the fragments inside. The feeling was so real, he was like an infant life, in contact with an unknown life.

Thinking back to the fortune teller he met this morning, he realized that he was really different from others.

However, who is this Su Wei?

He could feel that this Su Wei must have a different relationship with himself, but he was not sure what kind of relationship it would be.

And the time to walk today......

"Liu Mingfan, I heard that you went to Broken Wine Alley again yesterday?" Yang Han estimated that he was also sleepy when he touched it, and asked Liu Mingfan to chat to refresh himself.

"Huh? Liu Mingfan was a little annoyed, and finally had a little thought, but was interrupted again.

"Oh, didn't I tell you not to go, why did you go again?"

"How do you know I'm going?" Liu Mingfan was a little strange, why he just went to the broken wine alley, and it came out so quickly.

"Wang Ji's house next door is in Broken Wine Alley, he told me. Yang Han didn't plan to hide it from Liu Mingfan, after all, this is not something to be seen with, "I've told you a few times not to go, don't go, why don't you listen to persuasion!"

"My uncle was drinking over there, and I was going to pick him up. Although everything sounded scary in Yang Han's mouth, Liu Mingfan still understated it and didn't take it seriously.

"Your uncle?" Yang Han was stunned for a moment, and secretly scolded Wang Ji, who has no heart, and he doesn't make it clear about such things.

"Well, my uncle loves to drink, and he always goes back to the wine country, and I went there to pick him up. ”

"Is the tavern that your uncle often goes to called Du Jia Sanzhu?"