That was the end of the conversation, and the next day we drove all the way down Route 15 to San Diego, where we had a light meal and slept all night. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mo Dai hasn't contacted us again, and now that there are still four weeks left until a month, can he really get his hands on the spirit stone? I sat on a stool with questions, and in front of me was a small table for a lamp.

"Will I be handed over then?" I asked Zhang Yimo. He's been going to bed early lately, and now he's in bed with his eyes closed.

"Yes." He answered me. It's the same as Ah Cheng's answer. Why would it be? Why? At best, I can meet Moday's behind-the-scenes boss, and at worst, my use value ends here. But I feel like I'm worth much more than that.

I don't talk anymore, no matter what the outcome, I'm going to face being handed over eventually, so what should I do? You should be prepared.

Early the next morning, a man in a denim suit walked with us. Ah Cheng said that this person was the logistics staff of the original expedition. His name was Mycroft.

Mycroft looked very surprised when he saw me, and the first thing he said to me was, "Thank God you're alive!" ”

I'm still alive, not very well. I don't remember anything, and I don't remember him. I smiled politely, reminding me of a memory where other companions had shown similar amazement when they saw me. What happened in Smoky Mountains?

After leaving San Diego, we made our way down Highway 8 to Impirier County. There was a restaurant on the side of the road, there were a lot of people, so we had a simple bite to eat and continued on the road. Not far away is the canal, which we crossed to the border.

It seems simple to get past here, and the management here is not as good as the previous section, but I don't know why McCroft insists on waiting until after sunset. It was already past six o'clock in the afternoon, and in three or four hours we were on our way to Mexico, and I was suddenly worried about what was going to happen at this juncture.

It was dark, there were no stars and no moon rising, and the night when the moon was dark and windy was high was a good time to kill.

Not far from where we were, rocks rose from the ground and someone came out of the ground. They didn't have a flashlight, and our car was turned off, and the only light was the little bit of light coming from the mobile phone screen.

"Prophet." Mycroft said to the visitor.

"Seven Saints." The other party replied.

Mycroft nodded, it looked like they were talking about the joint codeword.

They came and led us into the tunnel they had come up from. We walked in the tunnels for half an hour, and the person leading the way in front seemed to see the road in the dark, and there was no light along the way.

"If only it had gone so well last time." Ah Cheng muttered to himself.

Coming out of the tunnel, we stepped on Mexican soil. There was a truck parked at the exit, and when we got up, the car started. I slept for hours after that and my spirits were getting worse and worse, I don't know what that meant, but it certainly didn't bode well.

At dawn, we got out of the car to rest, I threw up, Zhang Yimo took care of me carefully, and Ah Cheng talked with others about the route.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked Zhang Yimo.

"You're pregnant." Zhang Yimo replied to me and handed me water. I rinsed my mouth and looked at him.

"What do you mean..."I was a little flustered, how should I answer such a thing? How should I react?

"My child." He smiled and said to me, "It's rare. ”

"What should I do?" I asked him if he had promised to hand me over to Boss Mo, and now he said I was pregnant. "How do you know? Just because I threw up? ”

"Your body has changed." He touched my face, which made me feel better.

"I'd better go check it out." That doesn't convince me.

"We'll go when we get to the city center." He said, "Now you have a good rest." ”

A day later, we arrived in Mexico City, and after a check-up at the hospital, it was confirmed that I was already a month pregnant. Zhang Yimo was very happy, but I was very confused.

"God, you're pregnant!?" Ah Cheng almost screamed, his eyes staring at my stomach, full of disbelief. "Damn bastard, damn it! Damn it! He cursed, walking back and forth in place.

"What's wrong with you?" I watched Ah Cheng's actions and didn't know who he was scolding.

"That damn old man, we're going to hand you over to him, but you're pregnant now, you can't go anywhere!" He said as he kicked the tires with his foot.

"That's your plan?" I asked him.

"No, it's not really, because Modai is..."

"Go find a place to live, Ah Cheng." Zhang Yimo got out of the car and stood behind me to interrupt what Ah Cheng was about to say. Ah Cheng looked at him nervously, and then, without continuing what he wanted to say, he turned around to leave.

"Wait." I stopped Ah Cheng: "Finish your words." I looked at him earnestly.

"No, no, no, I'd better book a hotel first, you're pregnant with a child now, you can't be too tired." He responded to me and turned away.

I turned to look at Zhang Yimo, what was he hiding from me?

"You and the child will be fine, trust me." He just said that to me.

I felt a little angry, not because he didn't tell me, but because I didn't know where I was, I didn't know what to face, and it made me seem very overwhelmed.

When I got in the car, I didn't ask too much and drove us to a place to eat, it was dinner time, and I was really hungry.

"Is this normal? Can you eat it when you're pregnant? "Knowing that I had a child, my heart changed a little, I was a little nervous, and I couldn't understand it. I didn't think I'd get pregnant, but from the moment I got out of the hospital, it seemed like a cool thing to do.

"Since your identity has been taken away, you will now have a harder pregnancy than normal." Zhang Yimo explained it to me, but I couldn't understand the connection.

"So is this normal?" I asked.

"Normal, you will double the pain of others, and you will feel less joy for others." He whispered, "But I'll always be with you." ”

"It sounds daunting." I quipped, "But I'm always going to be competitive." ”

"Yes, you have." Zhang Yimo laughed after speaking, and the atmosphere that appeared because of the transaction with Mo Dai all dissipated, I knew that no matter what Zhang Yimo was going to do, now I only need to protect my children.

At the dinner table, I gulped down, and now my figure was okay, and when others looked at me in a small size, they ate five or six people's servings, and they were all stunned.

"Pack some and go, you'll be hungry in a while." Zhang Yimo confessed that Mycroft ordered more food to take away, including those for Ah Cheng.

Ah Cheng found a place to live in a relatively remote place, so that we could continue on the road tomorrow. They didn't tell me the next route, I just followed, watched, and guessed.

We set off early the next morning, driving slowly, and arrived at the foot of the legendary Smoky Mountains at around 3 p.m.

The Smoky Mountain, also known as the Popocatepetl Volcano, is in central Mexico, but at this time, Zhang Yimo said that he would stop here and wait for news from Modai.

He didn't say anything, Ah Cheng and McCroft both knew what was going on, and I was confused.

"Why don't you go up the hill first?" I asked.

"We're going to have less." He said.

"What's missing?" I pressed to ask him, he is not the kind of person who does things without regulation, and the lack of things may be related to trading.

"Spirit Stone." Ah Cheng said: "We need spirit stones to go up the mountain. ”

"We don't?" I don't understand. There must be some reason for this, some of the reasons they all know.

"But Modai has. The spirit stone led us out of the chaotic stone forest. Ah Cheng explained.

I looked at the big mountain in the distance that was inserted into the sky, and sighed helplessly, I used to exchange spirit stones, and only with spirit stones can I enter the mountain, which feels really ironic.

"So last time, what were we like last time?" If we can get out of it smoothly last time, it means that we should have spirit stones, or we have a way.

"Last time..."Ah Cheng hesitated a little, Zhang Yimo took over and replied to me: "Last time I came out because of you, but this time it didn't work, this time we need spirit stones." “

I was anxious to stay here until next month, and for three whole days I was perusing the records I had made. I found an interesting thing, this mountain is more than 5,000 meters above sea level, the crater is about 800 meters in diameter, the depth is about 150 meters, and the first eruption was more than 20,000 years ago. It was first reached in 1591, erupted in the 16th and 17th centuries, erupted in 1802, and has been active since the end of its dormant period in 1994, most recently nine days ago. Eruptions were recorded in July and September 2013 and in December 2014. Zhang Yimo said that I said I had discovered something three years ago, and then I said that I would return to China a year later, and since then I have become very strange. The volcano has a record of eruptions in the time period when Ah Cheng said that we last went to the Smoky Mountains and were hunted down, and this eruption record coincides with some major events in the era, so will we also encounter something?

After that, I talked to the child in my belly almost every day, saying something that I didn't have, would Zhang Yimo still hand me over? Since having this child, I was weak for a week at first, but then I felt like I was recovering, and I was able to eat a lot every day, really a lot.

Zhang Yimo always tells me stories when he is fine, he has never been like this before, and his tone of voice has never been so gentle even if it is gentle, I think he is telling it to children.

I haven't heard the stories he says, and they're very similar to the frost sorrows, and they're all full of fantasy.

"Frost Sorrow, that sword," I said, picking up a burger and taking a bite, then shoving a handful of fries into my mouth and saying, "How does it know that I don't belong in this world?" ”

"He's the original Archmage of Orlante, of course he knows that your identity has been taken away," he paced over from the doorway and sat next to me and asked, "Have you read the previous records?" ”

"When do you mean?" I asked him with a sip of ice coke.

"Don't eat too much ice, or you'll end up in the bathroom tonight." He took a sip of my Coke, put it away from me, and pushed a glass of plain water in front of me. "Ketopasi."

"I've seen it." I continued to eat the burger in earnest, the fries had already been eaten by me, and I squeezed the ketchup onto the burger. I have read all the information that Ah Cheng gave me before, and Ah Cheng recorded all the trips along the way in writing, and I am most interested in those legends. The 193 bodies that were burned to death, the gods of this world described in the cave, the diary of an infatuated woman in the notebook, and a separate record about a stone, a woman in ancient times used a stone to cure a disease, but when the stone fell into the hands of the belt, things became bad, and finally the woman was considered ominous and was killed by her husband. I haven't heard any of these stories, not in any of the storybooks. I don't understand what we went on a hiking adventure to find, and the result is these legends? Or is there some kind of connection between them?

"There's a record of the construction of Banka Buka, and that set of records should be able to serve in the Smoky Mountains." Zhang Yimo took the book from the side of the bed and opened it to me and said, "In fact, there was an explosion at that time and the book was destroyed, but fortunately, I gave you an improved version and added something else." ”

"But I only found out when I saw my trip record and said you gave it to me."

"That notebook wasn't the one we had brought with us when we left, it was in the library. When we entered the cave, the scene on the way changed dramatically, much like my dwelling, but not all of it. Gallus was a great builder of civilization, especially when it came to spatial transformation, and he was quite remarkable. Coincidentally, we came across a long hallway full of books. He looked at me and smiled, and I seemed to understand what he was referring to, and he continued: "Since I'm already there, I can't say anything without something useful, so I found this notebook, scanned it with Ah Cheng's instrument, and then added something else between the lines, and made a new notebook to bring it out, so that you have what you saw at that time." ”

"What do you mean..."I looked at Zhang Yimo seriously and asked, "You went back and only made a notebook?" ”

"Otherwise, it's already a bit of a violation, every world has its rules." Zhang Yimo smiled and wiped my mouth with a napkin.

I don't want to say anything, I don't want to say more, they didn't even go to eat and drink.

Since he said that this notebook is useful, it seems that this is the focus of my research.

I asked Mycroft to buy me a pack of printer paper, and pencils and erasers, and I had less than ten days to be exchanged, and before that I had to write down all the contents of this notebook, because I was a brick mover, and I should be able to read it somewhat.

The note is about a woman designing a mechanism to install a mountain. There are 92 tunnels, 17 water streams, 20 cliffs, and 3 elevators in Ketopasili. The secret tunnel is also another form of storage room for them, and the contents of the storage are divided into 4 parts: food, weapons, people, and blood. I can understand food and weapons, but what kind of people are people? Your own people or enemies? And what is blood? There are 3 storage rooms in each of the 4 sections, scattered near the current, a total of 17 streams, and she arranges the storage rooms upstream of the current.

In addition to the 92 hidden passages, the 17 water streams also have their own characteristics, and the water source begins to divide into three, flowing in three different directions, one on the left and one on the left, and a separate one in the middle. The left and right currents create new currents, and the middle currents do not increase or decrease, but gradually go underground, making people mistakenly believe that there are only 16 streams. There is a sluice gate in the middle of the water flow, and there are 7 gates, which means 7 realms, which should be a kind of belief. The 7 gates show different stages of water flow, the gate mechanism rotates a specific stone, the specific stone is spiral-shaped, and when rotated, it pushes the distance between the rock mass inside and outside the mountain, so as to lower the gate, and the reverse is to pull up the gate. The intermediate water flows into a wide body of water underground, where there is a specific transmission point.

17 and 16 other streams will lead you to the same place: any of the 20 cliffs. You will fall to your death. There are 20 cliffs above 20 meters in height, and 19 of them are under the 7 gates of the middle stream, if the gates are lowered and there is no water in the section, then you will fall to your death, if there is water in the section, you may be washed into a wide water, but there you will not open the transmission point, and you will also starve to death.

There are three lifts from top to bottom of the mountain, one under the only cliff that does not flow out of the water, which is outside the mountain, covered with snow, and is a backup escape system. The remaining two are in one of the vaults where the blood is stored, and the other in the center of the transmission point.

It's a huge project to build these things, and the impetus comes from the currents, but what intrigues me is her calculations, which are simpler but more precise than ours, as if it's all very simple and we're using the wrong method. It took me two days to sort these things out, but five days to summarize the formula.

"Am I going to leave here tomorrow?" At noon on the last day, I bound all the things I had sorted out, and I made two copies, one of which was left for Zhang Yimo.

"I'll keep you safe." Zhang Yimo came over and hugged me from behind, leaned against my ear and whispered. I no longer wonder what he is going to do, no matter what the situation, as long as I'm not dead, there is always something I need to do, and all doubts can be answered by asking time.

I nodded, touched my stomach and said, "Looks like we should have a dinner party, I'll be leaving tomorrow, let's immerse ourselves in the food today." ”

In the evening, we ate and drank in the room, and I finished eating the food from the real two tables, which made Ah Cheng more and more worried.

"God, if she is allowed to go with Mo Dai, will Mo Dai deduct her rations?" Ah Cheng took a big sip of wine and asked Zhang Yimo.

"Don't worry." Zhang Yimo comforted Ah Cheng instead.

The night of carnival passed like this, and the next morning, Mo Dai arrived as scheduled, and Ah Cheng gave him the address.

McCroft and the others stood outside the door, and Moday's men stood downstairs.

"Young Master Zhang, this is the spirit stone you want." Moday got straight to the point, and took out a stone of the same size as the one I had brought with him from the box he had carried, and the two stones were obviously the same kind, and I didn't see any difference.

"Are you coming with us?" Ah Cheng asked the question first, and Mo Dai glanced at me, then pursed his lips and said, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I have somewhere else to go with this third lady." ”

"Then get here, you go." Zhang Yimo put the stone in his pocket and turned around to pack my luggage without looking at me.

Moday took me downstairs and took the car away. I don't know what happened to them after that, what happened. I don't know if I'll ever see them again, I don't know if I'll get through my pregnancy safely.

Moday and I made a beeline for the airport and boarded a plane to Lhasa, where he asked me a question while transiting in San Francisco. He said that he was a man who hoped but could not betray my father and asked me if I could take him in. I don't understand his words, in the only memory I have, my father is dead, what would he want to betray a dead man? Why did you ask me to take me in again? I didn't answer him, I didn't say a word to him along the way, I had an astonishingly large amount of food, and he still bought it all.

Lhasa is not far from the underground renovation plant, is he Ah Cheng's man? Ah Cheng... Zhang Yimo said that this Ah Cheng is different from that Ah Cheng, so will I see the fierce Ah Cheng again? What is the purpose of bringing me here? Transform me? Or is the boss behind him the one who reinvents the organization? Then why did he tamper with my memory? What does my memory have to do with transforming the organization? Zhang Yimo once said that my memory is still wrong, so when will I have a correct and complete memory? What have I been through? On the plane, I put down my notes and looked out the window, I had been looking at the clouds for almost two days, I only understood a little bit of the construction formula of Banka Buka, and at the moment I was hungry, so I pressed the call button at hand.

"Hello ma'am, what can I do for you?" A beautiful flight attendant came over and asked me politely.

"How long do we have to land, I'm already hungry with my chest and back." I asked.

"40 minutes to go, ma'am, there's a restaurant at the airport, you can eat there then, do you need me to serve you some food now?" She had a smile on her face, I wasn't impatient, and nodded and said I wanted two meals.

First class still has the treatment of first class, after all, she brought me two main meals after giving so much money, and it took me less than 10 minutes to eat these things, because I couldn't open the table any longer.

Actually, I didn't have enough to eat, but it didn't matter, I got off the plane and had another big meal and packed a lot of dry food. Boss Mo took me straight into their car, and without stopping, drove directly to a place called Kailash, which was where the Great Fissure was located, and under it was the experimental factory for transforming the organization. Legend has it that this is a sacred mountain that has given birth to many Buddhist civilizations. It is really inappropriate for them to build and renovate the organization under such a mountain, but ironically, what they want to restore is precisely a civilization called Zhangxiong, which is also said to have originated from this mountain.

After two or three days of bumpy travel, we finally arrived at our destination. This time he did not take me down the mountain, but stopped at a temple at the foot of the mountain, where monks lived, and one of them I looked familiar with.

"Third Miss, let's wait here." Mo Dai's attitude towards me made me a little incomprehensible, Zhang Yimo said that he used to hate me to the bone, but now he was respectful to me, the closer he got to this destination, the more obvious it became.

"What are you waiting for?" I had a head-on conversation with him for the first time.

He stopped talking, and I sat in the monastery and pulled out the dry food in my bag and began to eat. I watched the familiar monk walk past us with his head bowed, and Modai didn't notice anything, but I could clearly see the man look at me.

We waited in the temple for about ten minutes, and I finished eating a piece of beef and drinking a bottle of water, when the sun had set, and the monks in the temple lit candles, and the lights were lit in the inner room. Outside the main entrance of the temple courtyard, the sound of car motors came from far and near, and finally stopped in place, and many people came down, and their footsteps were neat. I looked up and saw a man at the door with a big stride over the doorway, the man was tall and thin, with short curly hair, deep facial features, and a serious expression, giving people a sense of arrogance in his steps. He was followed by seven or eight people, wearing trench coats and leather boots, and kept a distance of one meter from him.

The man walked up to me and stopped, bent over and bowed his head, his left hand clenched into a fist on his chest, and his right hand behind him.

"Third Miss."

He is Ah Cheng who transforms the base.

Instantly, I remembered the look on his face that wanted to kill me, and I reached out and slapped him in the face. He was beaten and did not shake from side to side, but continued to straighten his head, maintaining the movement just now, bowing his head and not saying a word.

"Come in." I let out a frown, suppressed my anger, and got up and walked inside.

They followed me, and the monks in the room stood in a row, and I seemed to understand something, these monks were all reformed organizations, and they were like eyeliner on the ground.

Inside the room was a large table with a circle of stools. The monk I looked familiar with stood across from me, and most of the others stood after I took my seat, except Ah Cheng and Mo Dai sat down. Ah Cheng sat across from me, and Mo Dai sat on my right.

"What about the others?" I remember that there is a little man in the base, that little man is above Ah Cheng, and he is a woman, could that person be the mastermind behind the scenes?

"Something happened, and the others couldn't come for the time being." Ah Cheng stood up and answered me. I want to hit him every time I see him, but this soul is sitting so far away that I can't step on the table and hit him.

"What's next." I'm still in a frustrated state, but I can't afford to lose momentum. Judging from the change in Mo Dai's attitude towards me to Ah Cheng's behavior when he entered the door just now, I should murder them, so that I can bluff people.

"Third Miss, you don't have to be in charge of the base for the time being, Mr. has instructed you to rest." Ah Cheng replied to me, and he was still standing, looking down at me as he spoke. Who is the gentleman of his mouth? Could it be the one who texted me?

"Let's go." I had no choice but to answer that since I was asked to rest, I would rest.

They took me into the courtyard at the back of the temple, and I saw at a glance the big rock block that Zhang Yimo and I had entered, and the cracked room. But now that the house has been demolished and built with rubble, I guess I don't want anyone to fall down.

"Nothing else." When I entered the room, I said to the group of people standing at the door, "Modai stay, find another monk, and get me some more food, I'm going crazy with hunger." "Maybe this is what Zhang Yimo said that because of my current special state, I will endure more pain than a normal pregnant woman, and I hope I will also reap more joy.

Ah Cheng turned around to handle the things I explained, Mo Dai called the monks, I left the one I looked familiar with, and the rest were sent away.

I looked at the monk familiarly, so when I looked closely, I found that he was somewhat similar to Zhang Yimo.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Tsering." The monk replied.

At this time, Mo Dai tilted his head and looked at the monk named Tsering, and said in a difficult tone: "Why did you become a monk again?" My big translation. ”

I looked at Modai, and there must be some kind of story in this.

"Tell me." I folded my hands over my chest and tilted my head to look at them.

"Third Miss, when we came to this mountain together, he said that he was an interpreter and went into the mountain with us. Now he says he's a monk, and there must be fraud in this. "Not only has Moday's attitude towards me changed, but so has the direction of his whole person.

"Well said, I think any of you want me to be well." I glanced at Mo Dai and looked at this monk named Tsering, who was generous and decent, and half looked down at the ground. "Sit down, you want my life, standing and sitting makes no difference."

I don't know what kind of identity I have here. They seemed anxious to find me, but I felt that they had the slightest hint of wanting to kill me.

After a while, the food I wanted came, and a large table was set up, and it took me three hours to eat it without wasting anything, and then I had a good night's sleep. Mo Dai and Tsering lived in the room next to me, and Ah Cheng went to do his business, and I rarely had enough to eat that night, so I slept until noon the next day.

After such a long night, I didn't dream anything, and I woke up to eat again. This kind of life is so beautiful, I eat while looking at the notes I made myself, learning those ancient and advanced knowledge.

"How many days will I have to wait?" I asked Ah Cheng when he brought the food, and he replied that it would take a week and that my husband would be back in a week.

I ate and slept and ate every day, and in the blink of an eye, a week passed.

That day, Ah Cheng brought food as usual, but this time he also sent a black envelope. I opened the envelope and saw a green rope inside, and there was nothing else in the envelope. What does this mean? I set it aside and began to eat.

When I finished eating, I went to sleep again, but this time it was a little different. I dreamed of a man with long hair and long clothes, and his delicate face was imprinted in the darkness with light that came out of nowhere, looking a little cold but beautiful.

"Third Miss." The man stood there and called out to me with a smile on his face.

"Tsering?" I recognized the person in front of me, and I was somewhat familiar with the scene.

"The third lady is pregnant, and I'm afraid that this way of eating tomorrow will be a goof." As he spoke, he led me to sit on a stone bench that had come out of nowhere.

"You mean they didn't even see I was pregnant? They can't see how much spicy I eat? "I can't understand it, it's so easy to guess, some people with eyesight can see through it at a glance.

"Young Master Zhang explained to Mo Dai that you were born with an amazing amount of food, but they did believe it. Of course, there are some little tricks in this. "Tsering patiently explained to me, I probably understood what he meant, but..."What if I wear a goof?" I asked the doubts in my mind.

"Then your child will be used for reform." He answered categorically, but his expression remained the same.

This sentence completely shocked me like the empowerment of five thunders, what a terrifying thing! My kids, going to be reformed by these bastards?! I've seen piles of rotting corpses, and I don't want my children to be like that! "Is there a way? Is there any way to keep others from seeing that I'm pregnant?! ”

"There is a way, but it is bitter for the third lady." Tsering stretched out his palm as he spoke, and I looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what he said. "This method will change some of the body functions of Miss San, the growth of the fetus is not developing outward, but expanding back and forth in the abdominal cavity of Miss San, after a while, everyone will only think that you have gained weight, but due to the squeezing of the fetus, Miss San's internal organs will be subjected to ten times more pressure than that of a normal pregnant woman, and you will have symptoms such as difficulty breathing, rapid heartbeat, and blocked blood flow." As he spoke, he pushed his palm against my abdomen, and I could clearly feel a small ball-like air mass against my lower abdomen. "Because your stomach is pinched, you need to eat smaller, more frequent meals to maintain your normal nutritional needs." After saying these words, he removed his palm, and the lump of qi moved away with his hand. Then, I woke up.

When I woke up from the dream, I saw Ah Cheng already standing next to my bed, he was looking at me, and I couldn't see a trace of anger in his eyes. This kind of Ah Cheng is indeed very different from the Ah Cheng who went to the Smoky Mountains with me, and that Ah Cheng actually cried!

In order to distinguish them, I called the Ah Cheng in front of me a fake Ah Cheng. Fake Ah Cheng watched me wake up, still the same as before, bowed his head respectfully and said to me, "Third Miss, sir, please." ”

Apply first? Do you mean to call me over? The shelf is so big, it seems that this gentleman is the boss here.

I washed up and followed Fake Ah Cheng out of the room, and he asked me to bring the envelope from yesterday. When I went out of the room, I saw Tsering, he nodded politely to me, and I subconsciously touched my stomach with my hand. "Is it true?" I said to myself.

Mo Dai got into the car with us, and Fake Ah Cheng didn't explain where we were going, but it was certainly not going underground.

The car drove until it stopped in front of a house in the city, and after we got out of the car, Acheng stood at the door, and Mo Dai and I walked into the house together. The house is two-storey, and there is a wooden ladder to the left of the entrance.

We went upstairs up the wooden ladder and turned to face the main hall, where there was a beaded curtain, behind which was a round table and four stools, on which were placed meat, meat, meat, meat, meat... Sitting across from us was a man with shoulder-length hair, and behind him stood two stout men on the left and right, the light shining through the window, and the two Chinese characters had iron flashes around their waists.

"Sit." The man in the seat spoke, and he sat upright, his hair shining golden in the sunlight, giving a solemn feeling. This should be the gentleman that fake Ah Cheng said.

I stepped forward to open the curtain, but found that Mo Dai next to me was motionless. His hands were down, his head was bent down, his whole face was facing the ground, a posture that was much more humble than to me.

I looked at Moday, then at the man in the curtain, and I could barely see the man's face due to the angle of the light. The golden pillar of light entered the room diagonally through the window, and there was dust flying everywhere it passed, and I subconsciously held my breath, afraid that the dust would enter my nose.

"Hahaha, are you still holding your breath?" The one behind the curtain burst out laughing, and I was a little overwhelmed.

"Come on, come on, sit down and eat." He reached out to me and beckoned, and I opened the curtain and sat down across from him, my eyes fixed on the food on the table, my mouth watering.

Since he asked me to come to dinner, I'm not welcome, I don't know how I used to get along with this boss, wouldn't it be inappropriate if I just took the chopsticks to eat now? But it's meat on the table! There are no rules for this kind of temptation. I picked up the chopsticks and started to clip, and the first chopsticks were a piece of fried ribs.

"I still love meat so much, have you suffered a lot during this time?" He also picked up chopsticks, but he picked up the food for me.

I nibbled on the ribs as I looked up at him. He leaned forward with his body in the middle of the day, his face exposed in the sun, thick eyebrows and high nose bridge, his eyelids were a little saggy, big bags under his eyes, and deep wrinkles, looking like an old man. Maybe sixty or seventy.

"You can eat it yourself." I don't know why, I have an inexplicable sense of intimacy with the "gentleman" in front of me, maybe I have lacked fatherly love since I was a child, or it may be respect for the elderly.

"Silly girl, Dad has eaten it." An unexpected sentence came out of his mouth in a very natural way, I frowned, stopped my mouth that was chewing meat, looked up at him in a daze, and my heart was shocked, and I didn't know how to react for a moment.

At this moment, his face was completely presented in the sun, with a simple smile.