Have you ever received a ...... A text message from a dead man?

Ten minutes ago, Ye Huang received a text message from such an unfamiliar number: "Erwa, come to the Hongchen Inn at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain to find me, Richang Jingtian!" ”

At the end of the text message, a signature was appended: Ye Hui.

Ye Hui and Ye Huang mean brilliant, full of parents' expectations for their son Jackie Chan, and they are brothers when they hear the name. But there is a problem, six years ago, Ye Huang's parents and eldest brother went abroad to attend a summit and took a Malaysia Airlines flight, and then, there was no more.

Ye Huang, who was still in high school at the time, became an orphan overnight.

His starting point is a little higher than the orphan in the story, because his family is very rich, he inherited a large inheritance at the age of eighteen, once made a supercar in order to make a girl, and once gambled with people in the game for a thousand rounds of 648...... All in all, in the past six years, Ye Erwa has become a loser who does not learn and has no skills in the eyes of some people, and has also become a rich and willful kryptonite boss in the eyes of others.

Getting back to the point, Ye Huang studied it carefully, and there were three missed calls on his mobile phone, all of which were from that unfamiliar number. He slept so dead before that he didn't hear the bell at all, until the third ring, the young model lying next to him couldn't help but remind him, and he picked up the phone sleepily, but the other party suddenly hung up.

So Ye Huang slept for another hour, and after waking up, he did something embarrassing with the young lady of the young model, and the two broke up at noon. Then he went to take a shower, and finally woke up, and it was only during lunch that he saw the unread text message.

In recent years, there have been a lot of fraudulent text messages, and Ye Huang has also received a lot, usually he doesn't do the same thing, sometimes he is so idle that he chats with the person who sent the scam text messages. But this time, Ye Ershao couldn't bear it, yesterday he went to sweep the tombs of his parents and eldest brother on the Qingming Festival, and it was not difficult to test his psychological shadow area when he received such a text message today.

In addition to the anger, a trace of doubt flashed in Ye Huang's heart, and there was an inexplicable expectation.

If the person who is texting is intentionally playing a prank, or plotting to defraud, it is unlikely that he will know the secret between him and his eldest brother Ye Hui.

The key lies in the four words in the short message: Richang Jingtian.

This is a code saying, when Ye Hui was still alive in the past, the brothers often helped each other lie and deceive their parents, and designed several code codes. I think that Ye Huang was also a teenager running towards the sun back then, and only the four words Richang Jingtian can show his sunshine from the inside out.

It can be said responsibly that only he and Ye Hui know this code phrase in the world.

So the question is, why did the person who sent the text message carry the four words that evoked Ye Huang's countless memories?

"It's useless to think more, just call it!"

Ye Huang put down his chopsticks and dialed the unfamiliar number.

The phone was quickly connected, and a sweet girl's voice came: "Hello guest officer, this is the Red Dust Inn." Located at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, Hongchen Inn is a martial arts style antique inn that satisfies the eternal adult fairy tale ...... in your mind."

Ye Huang interrupted the girl's chatter: "About two hours ago, you called me three times and sent me a short message?" ”

"No, there was a gentleman who lost his mobile phone, and he borrowed my mobile phone to use it." The girl explained.

"Is that person still there?" Ye Huang asked.

"I'm sorry, the gentleman left after the call, I don't know where he went." The girl said.

"Do you know his name?" Ye Huang asked again.

"I'm sorry, I don't know." The girl was very polite.

"He's not a customer of your inn? Don't have an ID card registered? Ye Huang continued to ask.

"I think you misunderstood, the gentleman walked in and talked to me, borrowed my phone, and left." The girl always remained patient.

Ye Huang asked tentatively: "What does that person look like, and how old is he?" ”

"Very handsome, very handsome, very male god style." The girl's tone was slightly confused, invisibly revealing the reason why she lent the stranger's phone, and then added: "He is about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, as if he is waiting for someone, and he looks anxious." ”

Hearing this, Ye Huang was silent.

He is twenty-four this year, just in time for the natal year.

Ye Hui is three and a half years older than him, and if the eldest brother is still alive, he will be exactly twenty-seven or eighteen years old as the girl said.

From the girl's words, Ye Erwa remembered the past. Someone once joked that the Ye family inherited the essence of their parents, and the Ye family inherited the dregs of their parents. Ye Hui has been a grass-level character since middle school, and has been sought after by countless girls, many little girls mention him, and the tone of their speech is similar to that of the girl on the phone, this kind of scene Ye Erwa has experienced countless times, and several senior sisters have asked him about various little gossip of the eldest brother.

"Sir, are you okay?" The girl waited for a long time and didn't hear any movement, and she had the intention of hanging up the phone.

Ye Huang came back to his senses and made a decision: "Send me a location for your inn." ”

The girl was very cooperative, and after ending the call, she sent a text message to locate it.

Ye Huang searched the Internet, but he didn't find any information about the Red Dust Inn, and he fell into deep thought: "Can send out the code of me and my eldest brother, can they have hackers hack my news records seven or eight years ago, it doesn't sound scientific." Either the eldest brother is really alive, or the other party is a gang, waiting for me to deliver it to my door...... Well, the old secretary hasn't moved for a long time, and this kind of scene is the most suitable for her to play. ”

Having made up his mind, he dialed a number.

"Boss, you got up so early today, did that young model last night be loose and black, which made you angry?" A soft and warm woman's voice came from the phone, but the content of her words was like a speeding old train, and it was filthy and rushed.

"Get down to business, old secretary, I need you to show your skills today." Boss Ye went straight to the point.

"Boss, the secretary is the secretary, can you not add an 'old' word at the front door?" The old secretary protested: "If you have to add a prefix, it's better to call me a little secretary, it's more in line with my temperament." ”

"How old are you, don't you know in your heart, and your conscience won't hurt when you say such things?" Ye Huang habitually scolded.

"I'm young in mind, and my conscience is still a girl." The old secretary also habitually pretended to be tender: "Boss, it's not me talking about you, you lack understanding of elderly women." As the saying goes, a female junior, hug the gold brick. Thirteen women, hugging the country ......"

"Stop, I'm not a madman." Ye Huang brought the topic back on track: "You drive here, let's go to Qingcheng Mountain in the afternoon." ”

"Oh my God, boss, you're going to climb the mountain?" The old secretary was shocked: "Hallucination, it must be an illusion, you haven't exercised for many years, I don't remember how many times you got up before two o'clock in the afternoon." May I ask, what motivates you to change your mind? ”

"Which eye did you see that I looked like a mountain climber?" Ye Huang said: "There is a red dust inn at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, let's go and take a look." ”

The old secretary exclaimed: "Red Dust Inn? I...... I seem to remember this place! ”

"Like?" Boss Ye was full of black lines: "Sister, don't bring such amnesia." Your memory is simply too 'plot needed', always intermittent. It's been five years, it's been five years, and since you became my secretary, you have amnesia when you are in trouble, and you have memories when you encounter benefits. If you look at other bosses, they are all secretaries who have something to do, and they have nothing to do as secretaries. But I can't experience that pleasure at all! ”

"Boss, I can't pretend I didn't hear that. Think back then, when you were drunk in a nightclub, who knocked down the Hachijo man and rescued you? Is it easy for me to be your secretary, I have to work part-time as a bodyguard, I have to work as a part-time driver, and I have to help you get rid of those young ladies, how many times have I helped you wipe your ass over the years? The old secretary's tone was full of sadness and grievance.

"Pay attention to the wording, people will hear it and think I can't even wipe my butt." Boss Ye seems to want to prove that he can wipe his ass.

"Okay, seriously, boss, I really have an impression of the Red Dust Inn, maybe I went to that place before I lost my memory." This time, the old secretary took the initiative to return to the topic: "I'll go over to pick you up immediately, I'll go to the Red Dust Inn, and I can't spell out my memory fragments, which reminds me of who I am." ”

Twenty minutes later, a Cayenne stopped in front of Boss Ye's villa.

Out of the car came a woman, with long hair reaching to her waist, which was eye-catching.

There is a kind of woman who has the effect of seducing the soul with just one back.

The old secretary happens to be that kind of woman, but her front is too mysterious.

She wears a tennis cap with a cutout top, and a snow-white mask below her that covers the area below her eyelids. At first glance, I couldn't tell what she looked like at all. If you look closer, you can see that there are several faint scars on her forehead under the brim of her hat, and even two narrow scars extending from under the mask to near her temples.

Ye Huang walked out and sat in the co-pilot seat with a golden knife, not surprised by the old secretary's outfit at all.

In his memory, for five years, the old secretary would always wear a hat and a mask as long as he went outside.

The old secretary was skilled, and opened the conversation box while driving: "Boss, where did you know about the Red Dust Inn?" ”

Ye Huang recounted the situation, since his relatives suffered an accident, the old secretary was the only person he could talk to.

"In the name of your eldest brother? It's not a thing, the Qingming Festival has just passed! "The old secretary's brain circuit is synchronized with Boss Ye.

"Who said it wasn't, I just wanted to see which bastard was doing things in my brother's name." Ye Huang's lazy gaze gradually became sharp.

"Will someone be ready and waiting for you to come to the door?" The old secretary was in sync with Ye Huang's thinking again.

"That's what I thought too." Ye Huang smiled heartlessly: "Otherwise, why should I call you along?" ”

"Do you want me to fly and block the eye-catching?" The old secretary turned his head, his small eyes under the brim of his hat were extremely resentful, and his tone was sad: "Boss, being your secretary is not only a high-risk profession, but the most dangerous profession in the entire Rongcheng!" ”

"Don't you think I've provided you with a platform to show your talents? It's hard for a practitioner to find a job these days, and there are few examples of heroes who are stumped by a penny, only if I go out to attract hatred, you will have the opportunity to show your strength. ”

Boss Ye was straightforward, and Bei'er culturally strengthened his affirmation with a rhetorical question: "Besides, besides me, who else will pay you a salary of two million a year?" I've only driven this Cayenne once, and I've sent it to you directly, and you're still not satisfied? Touching your conscience and saying, looking at the entire Rongcheng and even the entire Xichuan, who is willing to give you such a good treatment? ”

The old secretary was speechless for a moment and drove silently.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the two arrived at their destination.

The Red Dust Inn is located in a scenic place, which is not the same as the so-called martial arts style of the girl on the phone, and the architectural pattern of this place is full of two-dimensional atmosphere, and there are traces of cosplay everywhere. It's just that a few cars parked in the open space outside the inn make people suspect that they went to the wrong set, and there is a sense of déjà vu of a costume drama goof.

Looking at the inn not far away through the car window, Ye Huang reacted as usual, but the old secretary reacted exaggeratedly.

She stopped the car but didn't get down, looking carefully at the grass and trees outside the car, her hands on the steering wheel, and they kept shaking.

"What's the situation?" Ye Huang looked at the old secretary carefully, surprised and curious at the same time, he had never seen the old secretary tremble, in fact, a sturdy woman who could easily knock down eight strong men, it was indeed difficult to tremble in fear.

"It's so familiar, this place feels very familiar to me." The old secretary was quite excited, seemed to have found a breakthrough, and said excitedly: "Boss, I must have been here before, more than once or twice." I have a hunch that a very important memory is about to be revived, let's go inside! ”