"I'm back, third uncle, don't have a black face, you see you wrapping this dumpling, it's so funny, you look as ugly as you!"

Zhang Meng returned to the lobby and saw that everyone had a cold face, so he immediately walked over nervously and teased Zhao San to see if he was still angry.

"If you have the ability to wrap it up, this dumpling wrapped by the third master is called the general dumpling, your uncle never forgets my general dumpling every year, you little hairy cub still dares to laugh at your third uncle, itchy skin!"

Zhang Meng was not convinced when he heard it, he carefully pinched a dumpling and came out, I will make a general dumpling that is rounder than you. However, because there was too much stuffing, it was pinched at once, and Zhang Meng used three or four dumpling wrappers to wrap it. When it was placed on the plate, it was a full circle bigger than Zhao San's dumpling.

"Haha, Ah Meng, how cute you say you have to be! Are you wrapping dumplings? It's obviously a brick, wait a minute for your uncle to try it, and see if he dares to swallow this brick into his stomach. ”

Zhao San laughed, Zhang Meng was annoyed and angry, he secretly grabbed a small handful of flour and suddenly put it in Zhao San's cigarette gun, Zhao San habitually picked up the cigarette gun after wrapping a few dumplings and took a big puff beautifully, but he almost didn't choke to death on the flour.

"I'll kill you little bunny!"

The whole kitchen was full of trouble for the two of them, and the dumplings that could have been wrapped soon were postponed for a few hours to be made. Zhang Meng moved a stool to sit outside Shui Yue Xuan, he looked a little nervous, every year he would wait for his father to come back in Shui Yue Xuan, after so many years, all he left was disappointment again and again.

It was getting dark, and Zhao San looked at Zhang Meng who was lonely outside the door, and he was in a bad mood.

"Ye Ye is really, after so many years, is it so difficult to go home once?" Chen Cripple shook his head and said.

“……”

"Forget it, don't wait. I'm used to it anyway, right? Zhang Meng said to himself, he moved the stool back to the house, cleaned up his things, and was about to send the dumplings to the uncle's house with an umbrella.

At this moment, a guy trotted in with a strange look and said to this Zhang Meng: "Shopkeeper, you are still too good." Just now, there was a person sneakily around Shuiyue Xuan, asking about your name, and I caught him, I asked him, and he said that there was news of your father......"

"What, there's news of my father? Invite him in, and remember, be polite! ”

Zhang Meng said anxiously, Chen Cripple, sick ghost, Zhao San also looked excited when he heard the words and stopped what he was doing, Ye Ye has finally heard from him for so many years, is he going home?

The one who came in with the guy was a mainlander, who was dusty and wanted to come and rush for a long time.

"Which of you is Zhang Meng?"

"I'm ...... I am. Zhang Meng hurriedly said.

The mainlander looked strange, glanced at Zhang Meng with some uncertainty, and took out a watch for a moment.

"My father's watch, how did it get to you!"

Suddenly, Zhang Meng's eyes widened, he raised his wrist, and compared it with the watch in the middle-aged man's hand, the two watches were really exactly the same.

Seeing this scene, the mainlanders breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "I finally found the descendants of the deceased, this is a relic that your father entrusted me to bring to you, he was killed, child, mourn ......"

"Father killed?"

Zhang Meng was stunned all of a sudden, and he didn't even know when the whole plate of dumplings slipped out of his hand and fell all over the ground. At this moment, his whole brain was echoing with the words of the mainlander: 'Father was killed'?

Just now, I was waiting for my father to come back for the New Year, this is such a big living person, how can I just leave......

Zhao San and the others also didn't react at once, and they were all stunned in place.

The mainlander looked sad and took out a small box and handed it to Zhang Meng, and was about to turn around and leave after confessing his sin.

"Make it clear!"

As soon as Zhao San's wrist flipped, he pulled out the single knife on the wall and put it on the mainlander's neck with a 'swish'. He stared at the mainlander like a prisoner, and if the other party had a lie, he would definitely take the knife and show no mercy.

The mainlander was in a hurry, so he could only tell the whole story: "Brother Zhang and I met five years ago, when I was beaten by a group of thugs, and it was Brother Zhang who rescued me, and then Brother Zhang lived in a house that I vacated. Some time ago, Brother Zhang handed me a letter and a small box, and he said to me in a panic that if he didn't look for me a week before the Chinese New Year's Eve, it would prove that he was dead, and quickly send these things to the address on the envelope. At first, I thought he was joking with me, but when the police came to the door two days later and asked me to claim Brother Zhang's body, I realized that this was really a big problem! Before his death, Brother Zhang instructed me to only send the letter and not mention anything else, but you forced me so much, I can only tell everything I know......"

Zhang Meng finally came back to his senses at this time, knowing that what he heard just now was not an illusion, he only felt that the world was spinning, and all thoughts were lost, the man who sat on his shoulders when he was a child, and would laugh when he urinated on his head, just left? He swore last year that he would definitely come back to reunite with him this year, why did it suddenly become so sudden.

Zhang Meng's eyes were red, his eyes were about to split, he grabbed the mainlander's chest and asked him to tell who the murderer was, one hand had already picked up a fork on the table, and pressed it against the mainlander's neck, the fierce look scared the mainlander.

Zhao San was also startled, quickly put away the knife, and pressed Zhang Meng down, he had seen this pampered young master for the first time in so many years.

"Ah Meng, don't mess around, this is your father's best friend, aren't you slapping your father's face by doing this?"

Zhang Meng struggled violently, the corners of his mouth let out a beast-like roar, and the whole person went crazy.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a teacher, I don't have the ability to transport the body back to Hong Kong, I only took a few pictures for you, you can keep a memory!"

The middle-aged teacher left a few photos, on which was Zhang Shaoye's face lying quietly on the white bed, seeing those photos, Zhang Meng really couldn't bear it, he held the photo of his father and didn't care how ugly his cry was, so he sat on the ground and cried.

"Brother hard work, I thank you for my grandfather! Someone came, took this brother to the account office to pay 50,000 yuan, and the right to pay for the round-trip expenses. Chen lame bowed respectfully to the teacher, and then turned to look at Zhang Meng.

The teacher looked at Zhang Meng who was crying heartbreakingly with a bitter face, he quietly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, sighed secretly, and quietly walked out of the door of Shui Yuexuan.

Zhang Meng didn't know when he was bitter and dumb, he only felt that his heart was empty, he had lost the most important person, he seemed to have lost the color of his life all of a sudden, and the whole person was like a walking corpse.

"Ah Meng, don't be like this, Ye Ye's craftsmanship is perfect, and ordinary tombs will definitely not trap him, I suspect that Ye Ye was killed by someone and secretly made a black hand! The most important thing now is to find out why your father died, and how did he die......" Zhao San said softly, he knew that only the word murderer could wake up Zhang Meng now.

Sure enough, hearing these words, Zhang Meng's eyes had a little color again, and he struggled to open the small box that Zhang Shaoye left for him, and took out a white jade tiger talisman and a letter from home.

"Ah Meng, can you tell what age this thing is? Since it was left to you by your father before he died, it must have something to do with what he did! ”

The three of them all looked at Zhang Meng, Zhang Meng usually likes to read through ancient history the most when he is fine, and his eyesight is excellent, judging antique Ming utensils, here is Zhang Meng's most suitable.