If Zhao Kuangran's address was given to the others, I am afraid that they would not be able to find this poor mountain even if they looked for a month, but Gong San'er only took two days to walk to this village called Qinglong Village, and did not stop, and found the last house in the village, the door was wrapped in a rusty chain, as if it had been opened for a long, long time.

"Who are you?" A vigilant voice sounded behind Gong San'er.

Gong San'er turned his head, a middle-aged man who was dressed like him, maybe not yet the age of middle age, but that face had already been destroyed by this poor mountain and bad water.

"I'm a friend of Zhao Kuangran, are you Uncle Dao?" Gong San'er scratched his bird's nest-like hairstyle.

Uncle Dao nodded, although the guy in front of him said that he was Zhao Kuangran's friend, but he would never know what calculations he had in his heart, there were very few people in this mountain who could believe in it, and he would rather believe in a beast than dig out his heart and lungs for a person.

Gong San'er didn't mind Uncle Dao's vigilance, he knew the rules of this kind of place, took out the still wrinkled envelope and said, "This is what the mess asked me to give you." ”

Uncle Dao took the envelope with trembling hands and said excitedly: "Did the mess say when he would come back?" ”

Gong San'er shook his head, the words choked up to his throat, he wanted to say that Zhao Kuangran might never come back, but for the first time he felt that it was so difficult and difficult to say a word.

"Does he have any relatives here?" Gong San'er knew that it was not a good thing to inquire like this, so he couldn't help but ask, after all, Zhao Kuangchao was too mysterious.

"There were." Uncle Dao carefully held the letter.

"How did you die?" Gong San'er asked casually, he was observing Uncle Dao, hoping to find something, but found that there was no superfluous expression on that face, but there was something special in his eyes, which was very similar to Zhao Kuangran.

Uncle Dao was silent, took Gong San'er up the mountain, and walked a long way, until he couldn't see the village called Qinglong, and then stopped under a huge red pine tree, a small tomb, and the stone tablet was engraved with the simple words Zhao Xuemei.

Uncle Dao squatted to open the letter, Gong San'er was far away, looking at this tomb bag thoughtfully, as if he had figured out something.

There are three things in the envelope, a large stack of money, almost all of Zhao Kuangran's savings, a photo, this is also the first photo of Zhao Kuangran's life, although there is an unrelated person on it, a diary paper, not a few words that are not good-looking, there are many words that are written very strangely, it seems that I don't know how to write it when I look up the dictionary. Uncle Dao looked at the paper stupidly and smiled.

Uncle Dao, Beijing is very big, the buildings are taller than the tallest red pine tree on the mountain, everyone is dressed more magnificently than Liu Blind, there are many cars like animals in the mountains, there are many people like ants, not like Qinglong Village, here is never the end.

For more than three months, I don't know if I have a clear conscience in everything I do, but I didn't lose Qinglong Village, I didn't lose the people of the single-family Zhao family, and I didn't lose my sister's people, I think this is enough.

I miss Qinglong Village, I think about this mountain, I think about the children who went up the mountain with me, I think about the mountain jump we set together, I think about the wild boar and the black blind man in the mountain, I miss my sister, but I didn't chop off the heads of those beasts, I am embarrassed to come back, and I am even more embarrassed to see my sister.

The master who sent the letter is not a bad person, it can also be said that he is his own family, I really want the three of us to sit together and have a hard drink, there must be a conversation at that time.

You take the money, what should you do, I'm still waiting for my sister-in-law, I'm still waiting for my godson, take the photo to my sister, this suit is expensive, enough to buy the entire Qinglong Village, I don't dare to sweat in cold sweat wearing this, I just thought when I could buy this kind of clothes and wear it back to Qinglong Village, but it is estimated that I will not be able to bear this money in this life, but they all said that I am very energetic in wearing this thing, let my sister take a look, she must be happy.

If I hadn't come back two years later, my sister would have helped me buy a house, and I would have left comfortably.

Uncle Dao rubbed his eyes, looking at this photo, Zhao Kuangchao with a confused face, I'm afraid I don't know that someone is taking pictures, a little girl shows half of her face, which makes people laugh, Uncle Dao gently put the photo on the stone tablet, found a small pebble and pressed it, and wanted to roll a cigarette, Gong San'er didn't know when he appeared out of nowhere, and threw a cigarette to Uncle Dao in a trick.

"It's really bitter to mess up." Uncle Dao muttered, how bitter is it to be said to be bitter in this kind of place? Uncle Dao didn't want to say anything pitiful, because that would make people mistakenly think of hypocrisy.

Gong San'er nodded lightly, silently walked to the small tomb, kowtowed four times in a row, and the last head was buried deep in the ground, muttering in his mouth: "The mess didn't come, I knocked this head for him, although I Gong San'er did everything to lose his conscience, but I think that I am still alive and fair, and I am right to start this mountain and this water, and the mess calls me a master, and I give him a life." ”

Gong San'er's voice was very small, so small that even Uncle Dao couldn't hear it clearly, and he didn't know what kind of consciousness Gong San'er had made, who had lived a very abstract life.

Under the red pine, two people have a pack of cigarettes, a five-cent cheap lighter, Uncle Dao is talking alone, Gong San'er smokes and listens quietly, until it gets dark, and the two of them don't go down the mountain until dark, maybe only this mountain knows what they say.

The sound of the rooster crowing in the early morning spread far away, Gong San'er did not rest, and was about to go back to Beijing, and when he finally turned to look at the grave bag, he suddenly felt a little weird, and said to Uncle Dao, who was not sleepy beside him: "Who chose this place?" ”

"The mess chooses, and everything you say is chosen here." Uncle Dao said disapprerovingly.

Gong San'er bent over and walked around here, even smelling the soil, and couldn't think through it, and finally skimmed the stone wall not far away, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Uncle Dao, you go back to the village first, I have something I want to confirm." ”

Uncle Dao looked at Gong San'er's solemn expression, nodded and said, "There are many animals on the mountain, and there is a tiger nearby, be careful." ”

Gong San'er's eyelids jumped when he heard the word tiger, and finally walked towards the stone wall.

Gong San'er only knows a little about feng shui, but fortunately, his eyes are not very clumsy, and finally he saw the strangeness of the terrain near here, not to mention the thousand-year-old red pine, this cliff is also too conspicuous in the mountains. Is there really a so-called master here? Gong San'er felt a little ridiculous, but thinking about Zhao Kuangran's fierce and fierce field road, the body that burst out with divine power, seemed to feel that something was being guided in the dark.

In front of the stone wall was a flat land, with a few barren grasses growing on it, and Gong San'er saw the abrupt grave bag and the terrifying scale of the tiger bones at first sight. Gong San'er felt that his hands were a little trembling, he didn't know that the old immortal lived under this tomb, but he was taboo in his heart, and he didn't even dare to take a step forward, just stood in place, not even daring to take an extra breath of air.

"This time it's really an eye-opener, old fairy, I'm Gong San'er doesn't have any bad intentions, don't hate me if you offend." Gong San'er muttered to himself, trembling step by step and approaching the grave bag, the first thing he felt was the terrifying momentum on the tiger bone, and even made Gong San'er suspect that the silence in this vicinity was because of the tiger bone, and then the feeling was that the grave bag was gloomy, which made people feel goosebumps.

The only regret is that this tomb bag didn't leave a word, and he didn't even know who was buried below, but Gong San'er turned his head, and the tomb bag was aimed at Zhao Kuang's place where his sister was messed up, Gong San'er scratched his ears and cheeks for a long time, and then left a little melancholy, he couldn't explain these things clearly, and he couldn't see clearly with his fur, but Gong San'er felt that if this old fairy was surnamed Zhao, it would be really amazing.

Tiger bone stone wall, the more Gong San'er thought about it, the more evil he became, thinking that if the few masters he had met were all alive, tell them, maybe there would really be an exception to come out of this small landscape.

The news that Zhao Kuangchao is not dead is the worst news for the sixth master, Zhao Kuangchao has become the second brother Pi is even worse news for the sixth master, now even if he wants to abolish Zhao Kuangchao, he has to weigh the sea of money, last time he could hand over Zhao Kuangchao as a scapegoat, who can he hand over this time? Or will Qian Hai give him such a big face?

When the focus of many people gathered on Zhao Kuangran's body, this guy who had just been discharged from the hospital was practicing with the little monkey day and night, the little monkey was also a righteous spirit, almost every day the whole process of guidance, surprised to find that Zhao Kuangran's comprehension ability is not generally strong, just a little to say a few words, unlike other rookies generally dare not get on the car, Zhao Kuangchao directly started, skipping those theories, and dared to drive to the city in less than a week, because there is an unscrupulous old driver of the little monkey, Zhao Kuangran's car skills rose like a rocket, but the car product is a bit miserable, all kinds of unreasonable, you hit me, anyway, my broken car is only a few thousand yuan.

In less than half a month, Zhao Kuangchao successfully went out of the division, of course, the broken Santana has also been completely scrapped, the little monkey finally touched Santana like a lost lover, he is absolutely the most pitiful Santana in the world.

Zhao Kuang, who finished learning to drive, went to several bars under Qian Hai, of course, he was a genuine minister of security, but he was lying on the second floor like a stupid hat every day, and his life was dull to a certain level, without the murder and arson that Zhao Kuangran imagined. Once Zhao Kuangran chatted with the little monkey about this, the little monkey laughed and patted Zhao Kuangran's shoulder and replied: "This is a legal society!" Zhao Kuang was speechless for a while.