121, Snow Death (1)

In 2002, when the Spring Festival was approaching, Zhao Xiaodong and Zheng Oufan came to the famous tourist attraction and gambling stone market, and by the way, they made a detour to Savage Mountain to pay tribute to the countless souls sleeping there. The once-in-a-century snow bent the branches of the ancient trees.

Zhao Xiaodong's hair is all white, and he can hardly find a single black hair, he is over eighty years old, but his waist is still very straight, and he vaguely reveals the temperament of a soldier. Liu Peiyu is also in her seventies, but her hair is not completely white, but her temples are dyed with white frost, and she looks like a broad wife. Mr. and Mrs. Zhao are already Chinese-Americans, and their silk business has branches on five continents.

Their son, Zhao Xiaoyu, drove a Land Rover SUV towards Tengchong. When the off-road vehicle drove to the stone archway in Tengchong Town, an old man with white hair who was also white-headed waved at them. Liu Peiyu shouted happily: "Son, stop quickly, stop quickly, it's your little Uncle Zheng." She couldn't wait to roll down the window and shouted, "Xiao Zheng, Xiao Zheng." The old man turned his face, wrinkled, and at first glance he was a shrewd businessman. "Is it Peiyu, Mrs. Zhao? Hahaha, it must be, it's still the style of the year".

Zhao Xiaodong had already stepped out of the car and shouted: "Ha Luha, it's Zheng Oufan's boy, and he's still very tough." He put his hands deep into Xiao Zheng, Zheng Oufan hurriedly took off his suede gloves, and immediately saluted Commander Zhao with a standard military salute, holding Zhao Xiaodong's hand for a long time. "Hehe, everything is alright? Everything is fine", Zheng Oufan was incoherent, the previous sentence was to greet the head of the Zhao regiment, and the latter sentence was to say that he was all right, and he said the two sentences together because of his excitement.

"Xiao Zheng, it's cold outside, come up with the old man, let's talk while walking", Liu Peiyu is still so enthusiastic. Zheng Oufan walked to his Mercedes-Benz car and said something to the driver, and soon returned to Zhao Xiaodong's off-road vehicle. Liu Peiyu stretched out her hand to pat the snow off Xiao Zheng's shoulder, and asked gently: "Xiao Zheng, hehe, how have you been all these years?" Do you remember what Yueyue looked like? ”

"Hehe, the past few years have been very good, after more than 50 years of wandering in Southeast Asia, and now I am back to the mainland, the mainland market is large, and the jade market is booming." He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, took out a brown paper box from his pocket, which contained a sparkling ruby, he handed the leather box to Liu Peiyu, and said leisurely: "That is the 21 Burmese rubies found in Yueyue, even in the most difficult days, I did not miss it, when I see it, I will think of Yueyue, and I have often met her in my dreams in recent years." Hehe, Commander, don't laugh."

"Son, call Uncle Xiao Zheng quickly, hehe, I forgot to introduce it, this is our son, Zhao Xiaoyu, who was conceived in Savage Mountain, this kid's vitality is tenacious enough, hehe", Liu Peiyu chattered endlessly, Zhao Xiaoyu waited for his mother to stop, turned his face and shouted sincerely: "Uncle Xiao Zheng is good." "Hello, hello, Uncle Xiao Zheng has become Uncle Zheng, hahaha, he really looks like your father when he was young, handsome and handsome, hehe". In fact, Zhao Xiaodong's son Zhao Xiaoyu is also fifty or sixty years old.

"Head Zhao, we happened to be passing by, let's go to see the famous gambling stone market in Tengchong, the whole world has been famous all over the world over the years", Zheng Oufan has been used to calling Zhao Xiaodong as the head of Zhao, more than 60 years, it is difficult to change for a while. "Okay, okay, I've heard of such a place in the United States, hehe, let's go and see it."

Although there are still snowflakes in the sky, the gambling stone market is extremely lively, where there is a lot of traffic and people. The group stopped at the stall of a 60-year-old man with a price tag of 5,000 yuan in front of the old man. The other stalls were crowded, but his booth was empty. Zheng Oufan fell in love with this stone. "Five thousand for sale?" Xiao Zheng asked tentatively, in fact, he was more interested in this fifty or sixty-year-old man, he felt that this stone seller looked a little like the moon in his dreams. How can it be?

"A thousand is also sold, I see that you are always the owner of this stone, and if you change someone else, you can't miss a penny, hehe", Zheng Oufan didn't expect the old man who sold stones, and his eyes were also very kind when he looked at him. Could it be that he really has anything to do with Yueyue?