Zhang Jiujiu has been thinking about it for a long time, for a while, it is the master's voice and smile, and for a while, it is the touching of his sister, why is it like a dream?

Zhang Jiujiu finally survived until the next morning. When I got up, I saw breakfast on the table in the dining room.

There is white rice porridge boiled by the master's father, there is fresh milk that is custom-made, there are fried dough sticks that have just been baked, a few peeled white eggs are soaked in white sugar water, and there are pickles pickled by Master Liang'er himself.

Master was sitting at the table, drinking gruel one by one, and returned to his previous heroic appearance. Was it really a dream last night? Only Zhang Nier, who didn't see it, reminded Zhang Jiujiu that everything was true.

"Absorb and brush your teeth and eat, move quickly." The master really returned to his former demeanor, which somewhat made Zhang Jiujiu feel a little relieved.

When Zhang Jiujiu finished the designated procedures and sat down, Zhang Jiujiu's master looked at him.

"Hurry up and eat, and when you're done, change into formal clothes. I'll take you to the principal. You'll have to go to school in the future. Master's tone was full of unquestionableness, love and reluctance.

"Going to school? Why? Didn't you teach me? "He actually wanted to go to school. Children his age are all in school, and only he and his sister stay at home every day. Now my sister doesn't know where she went, so he's the only one left, and it's even more boring to stay there.

Although he knew that the master told them to teach them much more than the teacher taught, and it was much better. But he prefers to have more classmates and more partners.

"Times are different now, and you have to go to school. Unlike in the past, there was a private school teacher at home who lectured on the Analects, and if he talked about university, he could go to the top exam. Now the society looks at academic qualifications. You didn't go to school, and even if you knew everything, people thought you were illiterate. ”

Zhang Jiujiu's master didn't know how to see it, and even compared himself to Mr. Private School.

"You are my good apprentice, you learn things quickly, and you can count yourself as hardworking, but you can't be out of touch with society. You have to learn to fit in. In this way, your path can be wider and your future can be better. And you also need to have your own circle. In the future, whether you are in Master's profession or not, it is important to have an identity that others recognize. Hurry up and eat. Master said a few words in a rare way.

"It looks like I'm really going to school," Zhang Jiujiu thought.

As soon as he finished breakfast, before Zhang Jiujiu finished picking up the bowl, there was a knock on the door.

Zhang Jiujiu was cleaning up the dinner table. Master made a pot of tea in the living room, which was Master's habit.

Master has to drink a cup of tea after breakfast every day before going out. It's also that he usually doesn't have anything to worry about. His antique shop didn't open until 10 o'clock or 11 o'clock. It's useless to go early, no one.

"Dangdang, Dangdang", there was a knock on the door, followed by the doorbell of "Ding Dong, Ding Dong", it is estimated that when I knocked on the door, I found a doorbell, so I changed it to ring the doorbell.

Master has always ignored these things, and his customers always go to the store to talk about them, and they never bring them home. The most people who can come here are salesmen, and then the friends of Zhang Jiujiu and Zhang Nier.

"Coming, coming, who's knocking on the door so early?" Zhang Jiujiu shook his hand, wiped his hands with a dry rag, and ran to open the door as he spoke.

Standing at the door were two policemen who had gone to the roller skating rink yesterday. This made Zhang Jiujiu very surprised. In his mind, the police were never so efficient. Even if it is a report back and forth, it will take n long time.

"Hello Uncle Policeman, who are you looking for?" Zhang Jiujiu replied politely. Although he held a grudge against their indifference at the roller skating rink yesterday, there must have been something going on with someone coming to him at this time.

"Can you let us in? We would like to know more about your sister's abduction yesterday. "It's still the same policeman who questioned yesterday who is in the lead.

"Okay, please come in, it just so happens that my master is also at home. I'm glad you're here now, and we'll be out a little later. "I came to find out about my sister, and Zhang Jiujiu naturally became more enthusiastic.

"Do you change your shoes?" The policeman who questioned him was more polite than yesterday, after all, this is someone's home, even if you are a policeman, you are still a guest.

"Oh, no, I haven't mopped the floor yet." Zhang Jiujiu let them in.

"This is my Master. These two are the same police officers who handled my call to the police last night. Zhang Jiujiu introduced the two sides. He often went to Master's antique shop, and he was quite familiar with this kind of reception work. Between the gestures, there is also a little bit of a little adult feeling.

"Hello, sir, my name is Zhu Weiping, this is my colleague, Li Qinghe." Contrary to yesterday, when he never introduced himself, the policeman who questioned him reported himself to his home as soon as he came up.

"Hello, my name is Dong Zhihua, and I am the adoptive father of these two children. You may be seated. Although he asked Zhang Jiujiu to call him Master, he knew that he was actually their adoptive father.

Dong Zhihua also claimed to be Zhang Jiujiu's adoptive father in front of the police. So that many questions do not need to be explained. Otherwise, it can be a bit of a hassle.

Several people sat down as guests. Zhang Jiujiu continued to clean up his dining table. The two policemen came today mainly to learn more about Zhang Nier's affairs with Zhang Jiujiu's master, and they didn't have much to do with Zhang Jiujiu, so they didn't ask Zhang Jiujiu to follow here.

There is no wall between the dining room and the living room, it is open. Zhang Jiujiu could hear what they were saying.

Dong Zhihua poured a cup of tea for Zhu Weiping and the others, and his tea was just right now. He raised his hand and motioned, "Please taste it first." ”

His tea is the hairy bud of Yunwu Mountain, which is a kind of hairy tip of Yunwu Mountain, and the production process is excellent and rare. The characteristics of this tea are: hidden green, bright soup color, high aroma, and mellow taste.

"This tea, where do we understand, it's the same when we're thirsty and drink anything. Shame shame. Zhu Weiping was arrogant, outspoken, and not very elegant, and said straight to the point, "We want to understand Zhang Nier's situation." ”

"Want to know something? Two, please. Dong Zhihua didn't bother with the issue of tea. For those who understand tea, talking about tea is called talking about the tea ceremony. For those who don't understand, it's a fart that separates the throat.

"Listen to your apprentice, both of them are adopted?" Zhu Weiping asked.

"Yes, Zhang Jiujiu was brought back by me in Yongding County, Fujian Province. I saw his mother fainting on a small road in the countryside. By the time he was sent to the hospital, his mother was no longer alive, and he was gone after giving birth. I called their village many times to find his father. I haven't found it yet. I heard that his father was in college out of town at that time. Dong Zhihua talked about Zhang Jiujiu's origin.

None of these masters told Zhang Jiujiu, and if it weren't for the police to interrogate, he wouldn't know when he would know his life experience.

"What about Nier Zhang?" Zhu Weiping didn't care how Zhang Jiujiu came, he came for Zhang Nier today.

"Zhang Nier's girl has a very strange background." Dong Zhihua sold a pass. He took out a box of cigarettes from his coat pocket with his left hand, and with his right hand, several cigarettes came out of the cigarette case, which was a third of the way open. Handed it to the two policemen.

"No, thank you." He lied, and not only did he do, but he smoked fiercely. However, there are rules, some things are all based on self-discipline, and he has become accustomed to not taking cigarettes from ordinary people.

"Neither will I, thank you, you can do it yourself." The policeman next to him really didn't smoke.

He had never done criminal police or reconnaissance. Why don't you try to squat at a point for three or four days and don't smoke? It is estimated that it has been practiced a long time ago.

Dong Zhihua lit one by himself and took a deep breath, as if he was steady.

Thick smoke came out of his mouth and nostrils at the same time, dancing in the sunlight shining through the window, slowly drifting away, and disappearing into the gray ceiling.

The younger policeman leaned back slightly, quietly dodging the fireworks.

Zhu Weiping leaned forward slightly, lifted the teacup with his left hand, and drank it all. Quietly waiting for the truth of the matter to be revealed.

It's really a cow drink, Zhang Jiujiu squinted at Zhu Weiping's appearance of drinking tea, and couldn't help but think of this word, which is really appropriate.

Zhang Jiujiu no longer cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks at this time, pretending to wipe the table there, and listened carefully to their conversation with his ears sideways.

The room was eerily quiet, and no one gasped for breath. You can almost hear the sound of your heart beating. I don't know if Dong Zhihua, the old guy, deliberately created this atmosphere.

"It all started one day 10 years ago. At that time, I didn't have the antique store I have now. I just set up a small stall in a thrift market. Sell some old stuff. There was silence for a long time, Dong Zhihuafang said.

He only has the matter of selling antiques as a reason to put it on the surface. Otherwise, you can only admit that you have no legitimate employment.

"After ten years of turmoil, a lot of good things were smashed. Even if it wasn't smashed, I didn't dare to take it out before I buried it secretly. There aren't many people in my stall. He continued.

Those who have things at home really don't dare to take them out, who knows when they will come again.

"So I remember very well that one afternoon, a middle-aged man who looked like a farmer mysteriously came to my stall and waved at me, which meant to whisper. At that time, I took a big risk to collect some old things, how dare I sneak with him. Dong Zhihua took another sip.

"I'll tell him, if you want to make a move, just give it to me. If it's too big to move, I can ask someone to move to your house. But you have to be able to explain where things came from. As soon as he heard me say this, he turned around and left. Dong Zhihua paused again and took a sip of tea.