The old man was right, there was a door number on the door of the house in front of him, and the blue primer had almost fallen off. Xiang Daimo looked at it for a while before he could see clearly that it said No. 183. The old man's mind was very clear, and she hadn't forgotten to lead the way for Xiang Daimo.

The old man took the two people out of the alley of Youfang Lane, and there was a movie theater diagonally opposite the alleyway, and there was a long queue in front of the ticket window.

The old man walked over to a small old table, which sat on three steps.

The old man took the bamboo basket from Xiang Daimo's hand, put it on the table, and then, untied a bunch of keys from his belt, picked out a key to open the lock on an iron chain, pulled out the iron chain, and finally took out a small bench from under the table.

"Comrade, sit on the small bench."

"You sit, let's sit on the steps." Xiang Daimo pushed the small bench to the old man and sat on the stone steps by himself.

Lin Di and Ma Jianping stood at the foot of the steps.

As soon as the old man sat down, two pairs of men and women approached.

After a while, the old man sold two packets of sunflower seeds and two packets of peanuts. Peanuts are two dollars a pack, and melon seeds are a pack of melon seeds.

Xiang Daimo took out ten yuan from his pocket and asked for three packets of peanuts and four packets of sunflower seeds.

"You don't need to buy it, you don't need to be so polite."

"I'm not polite, your melon seeds and peanuts, I smell very fragrant, take a little back, and when you have time, let the comrades fragrant your mouth."

The old man put four packets of peanuts and four packets of sunflower seeds into Lin Di's leather bag. Chinese, especially older people, like "eight" in numbers, hate "seven", and live and die.

Xiang Daimo took out two yuan from his wallet and put them in the bamboo basket. The old man excused himself, and then did not insist any longer.

"Little difficulty, this child's life is too bitter."

"What is the name of Xiao Nan, and what is the name of the law in Mingchen Temple?"

"Xiao Nan's name is Shang Wenjun. What is the name of the law, this-you have to ask her father. ”

"Who else is in Xiao Nan's family?"

"It's just his father. I used to drink a lot, but since Xiao Nan became a monk, especially after Xiao Nan's mother died, she drank even more. ”

Judging by reason, this Shang Wenjun should be one of the people who cultivate bamboo and Qing Shui, and don't worry. If this judgment can be true, it is very likely that the person who wrote the note was Ninghe.

"Old man, why did Shang Wenjun want to become a monk?"

"Ugh—I don't think I'm running away." The old man sighed.

"Can you tell us about the troubles?"

"Alas-" The old man sighed again, "Xiao Nan's father first worked on the railway, he was still a small cadre, he was sentenced for a major accident, and he was imprisoned in Qinghai for nearly twenty years. In the middle of this, Wen Jun and her mother were said by the rebels of the unit to be broken shoes because of inexplicable reasons, and they were criticized and paraded on the streets-"

After the old man handed the two packets of peanuts to a little girl, he continued: "Tell me, can this child have a good one when you encounter these things?" Wen Jun has been a very sensible child since he was a child, and although his life is hard, he has become a big girl who is loved by everyone. ”

"When he was eighteen years old, Wen Jun was taken by a soldier, the boy was still a battalion-level cadre in the army, and he saw that the hard life was about to come out, but after the boy's mother came to the town, the marriage between the two was yellow."

"Wen Jun and her mother just looked for a short time, which was already a big blow to Wen Jun, at that time, Wen Jun was already pregnant, and there was no way, she could only beat the child out. After the child was killed, Wenjun became a monk. After Wenjun and her father found out, they fell seriously ill, and before the illness was cured, they went to Mingchen Nunnery to find Wenjun. ”

"Now that I think about it, the nunnery is a good place to go—how can a girl like a flower withstand such a blow?"

A nunnery is not necessarily a good place to go.

"Old man, when did Shang Wenjun go to Mingchen Nunnery?"

"1976."

This is when the turbulent years are coming to an end.

"How old was she when she became a monk?"

"Nineteen."

Judging by the age and age, Shang Wenjun is likely to be the Qing Shui that Ning He said.

The old man seemed to understand something: "You came to find Wen Jun and her father, didn't Wen Jun have an accident?" ”

Xiang Daimo, Lin Di and Ma Jianping didn't know who Shang Wenjun was, so they couldn't answer the old man's question for the time being. But judging from the purpose of the person who wrote the note, Shang Wenjun should have had an accident.

The old man started to go into business, the movie was about to start, and more and more people were buying melon seeds and peanuts. After saying hello to the old man, the three of them walked towards Youfang Lane.

The three of them didn't have much trouble finding Shang Wenjun's home. The "1" on the house number is no longer legible, only the two numbers "8" and "7" are left, and the blue primer on the house number has been mottled like a flower that has been trampled on.

The door was ajar.

When the three of them walked to the door, they smelled a smell of wine, and when they were hesitating, a woman about forty years old came over: "Comrade, who are you looking for?" ”

"May I ask the eldest sister, is this Shang Wenjun's home?" Lin Di asked.

The woman nodded, and then said in a low voice, "Her father is the only one left in the Wen Jun family." ”

The woman walked up to the door, pushed it open, and looked into the room.

As the woman pushed the door open, the two men heard snoring.

The room was originally a single room, but it was divided into two rooms, the inside and the outside, and the middle was nailed with wooden boards, and some newspapers were pasted.

The owner hadn't taken care of his house for a long time: the newspaper on the partition wall was black, and there was some dust and cobwebs on it.

Outside there was a table, a chair, and a bench—the bench fell to the ground; In front of the window, there was a coal stove - a kettle was placed diagonally on the coal stove, and the kettle was steaming hot, and the fire in the hearth was dim.

Next to the coal stove was a square stool, on which was placed an oil pot - the oil pot had no lid, and next to the oil pot was a salt jar with a stainless steel spoon with some discolored salt sticking to it.

The windows were covered with a thick layer of oil.

On the big table was a plate, a pair of chopsticks, a wine bottle, and there was still a little fried peanuts left in the plate, which had been overfried and blackened; There is also a small half-bottle of wine inside the bottle, and the lid of the bottle is not capped.

The woman walked up to Xiang Daimo and said in a low voice, "Where did you come from?" ”

"We are from the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and we are from Mingchen Nunnery."

"Wait a minute, I'll wake up Lao Shang."

The woman walked into the inner room.

There was a bed, a large wardrobe and a chest of drawers, as well as several wooden chests.

There was a man lying on the bed, with the horns on his belly, the corners of the quilt were not tightly covered, and the navel was exposed; The man was face up, mouth open, and snoring like a whistle. The whole room was filled with the smell of alcohol, mixed with some unpleasant smells; The man was wearing a pair of patched liberation shoes on his feet, and the shoes were dirty.

"Lao Shang, someone is looking for you."

Lao Shang slept very deeply, but he was very sensitive, he suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the three people standing at the door one by one, and then wiped his mouth with his hand, rubbed his eyes, and slowly sat up.

The woman walked up to the coal stove and picked up the thermos, which was empty.

The woman put down the water bottle and walked out the door.

After a while, the woman walked in with a teacup.

Lao Shang was not polite, he took the teacup, raised his head, and drank a glass of water into his stomach in one go.

"What are you looking for me?" Lao Shang wiped his lips and said, looking at Xiang Daimo, Lin Di and Ma Jianping at the same time.

"They are from the Municipal Public Security Bureau."

"People from the Municipal Public Security Bureau, I, Shang Derong, have not broken the law, what are you looking for me to do?" Shang Derong's eyes were red.

"They're from Mingchen'an." The woman said.

"From Mingchen'an?" Shang Derong said as he straightened his clothes and stood up at the same time, "Please sit down—please sit down." ”

Shang Derong was wearing a crumpled gray suit, the neckline of the suit was oily, and only a cotton sweater was worn inside the suit, and the collar of the cotton sweater had been deformed.

The woman helped Shang Derong to sit down on a chair outside, then closed the door and left.

"Comrade Public Security, is something wrong with my daughter?" Shang Derong took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, "Do you smoke?" ”

Xiang Daimo waved his hand: "Master Shang, do you know your daughter's legal name?" ”

"Her Dharma name is Qing Shui."

Xiang Daimo and Lin Di looked at each other for a moment. Xiang Daimo's judgment was indeed not wrong, Shang Wenjun was Qing Shui.

Ning He once mentioned Qing Shui, is the person who wrote the note Ning He?

"How long has it been since you saw your daughter?"

"I haven't seen my daughter in years – I don't have the face to see her. In the final analysis, it was I who hurt my daughter and wife, and I should be the one who should really become a monk! But God doesn't have long eyes, so my daughter will be lonely in that kind of place for a lifetime. Halfway through Shang Derong's words, tears burst out of his eyes, "My wife is also gone, and now I am the only one left to live in the world." ”

Xiang Daimo's heart was a little sour, but the question still had to be asked: "Do you know that Qing Shui left Mingchen Nunnery?" ”

"Wen Jun left Mingchen Nunnery, where did she go?"

Shang Derong obviously didn't know about Qing Shui's disappearance.

"This is the temple statement, as for where the clear water went, no one knows. We came to you to inquire about the whereabouts of your daughter Wenjun. ”

"Wen Jun stayed in Mingchen Nunnery for a good time, why did he leave?"

Xiang Daimo, Lin Di and Ma Jianping also wanted to know why.

"You came to me, didn't Wen Jun really have an accident?"

Shang Derong's eyes widened, he lit another cigarette, and took several puffs, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a little cloudy discharge at the corner of his eye.

"Master Shang, the situation is like this: a few months ago, there was a nun named Jingping in Mingchen Nunnery who disappeared mysteriously, her parents searched for a long time, but there was still no result, so they chose to report the case, when we investigated this case, we accidentally found that there were three young nuns who also disappeared, one of them is your daughter Shang Wenjun."