The old man was defenseless against the fat man who suddenly appeared in front of him, couldn't dodge, and was knocked into a stumbling position.

Ma Bozhao hurriedly supported him and apologized repeatedly. The old man was also easy-going, and said with a smile that he had no problem.

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief, only then did he notice the fishing rod in the old man's hand, and couldn't help but kindly remind: "Uncle, there are no fish in this lake." The weather is bad, so let's go back quickly. ”

The old man waved his hand disapprovingly: "It's not in the way, it's not in the way." I'm just passing the time. With that, he tightened the fish basket on his back, his eyes swept over Jiang Lan, who was standing at the door of the duty room, and walked towards the lake.

Seeing that the old man really didn't care about him, the fat man breathed a sigh of relief, made a scared expression at Jiang Lan, and turned to leave.

Jiang Lan didn't notice Ma Bozhao's funny expression, and all his attention was attracted by the old man.

This old man, at least seventy years old, has white hair, and his wrinkles are full of vicissitudes. He wore a white-washed blue-gray cardigan jacket with a white linen shirt exposed from the open placket.

The lower body is a pair of black Chinese-style trousers, with a bright yellow Tai Chi belt wrapped around the waist, and the two trouser legs are held one high and one low: a pair of black coarse cloth shoes are worn on the feet, with serious mille-feuille soles, and a gray cuff is exposed above the cuff.

As the saying goes: a man is a garment and a horse is a saddle. This is also true. Although the beautiful clothes are exquisite, they must also have a considerable bearing to complement each other, otherwise they are ruining things, and they will have a nondescript effect. The so-called "good horse with good saddle" is said to be this truth.

Obviously, the old man in front of him is a person with extraordinary bearing. Such a set of clothes does not look abrupt on him, he is just and peaceful, and there is an indescribable charm between his gestures. And this kind of charm is not something that ordinary people can cultivate.

On the other hand, he glanced past Ma Bozhao and threw himself at Jiang Lan in a hurry. His eyes were not bright, but his vision was extremely sharp and sharp, projecting directly through Jiang Lan's eyes to the bottom of his heart, like a goshawk looking at it, at a glance.

This is the second time that a similar feeling has appeared. Xu Meng had such a gaze before leaving, but that would only make Jiang Lan feel irritable and instinctively resist. But in the face of this old man, Jiang Lan asked herself, but she couldn't even have the slightest idea of resisting.

If it was just like this, according to Jiang Lan's temperament, he would be most vigilant about this old man, and he would decisively stop all his unnecessary attention. What really caught his attention was the clothes.

Jiang Lan also has a set of the same clothes. It was left to him by his grandfather Jiang Xiaoyu. The two sets of clothes, including socks and shoes, except for the color of the belt, the size is a little different, and the others are the same.

That is, after leaving such a set of clothes, Jiang Xiaoyu disappeared, and he disappeared completely. Jiang Lan tried all kinds of methods, but he couldn't find any trace of him. In the end, the comrades at the police station had to temporarily stop the investigation, and the meaning of the words was: Most likely, something happened to the old man.

It is precisely because of this that the Cultural Management Bureau, where Jiang Xiaoyu worked before, gave Jiang Lan a place as a temporary worker, which can be regarded as a commendation for the old man's contribution to the management of cultural relics.

Suddenly seeing such an old man, wearing such a set of clothes, how could Jiang Lan not feel troubled?

It's just that he's still hesitating.

If he didn't guess wrong, this old man must be inextricably linked with Xiao Shihe, and even Xu Meng's identity is far from being as simple as the special consultant of the Public Security Department in her mouth.

And it is obvious that at this moment, they are facing a huge crisis, and if they are not careful, Xiao Shihe's ending is a lesson from the past.

Is it important to live or to find out the truth about Grandpa's disappearance?

After a short hesitation, Jiang Lan made up her mind and was determined to explore the truth of the matter. Even if he is broken, he will not hesitate to do it.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lan turned around and made a cup of boiling water with a thermos cup, and walked towards the lake again. The little black dog was about to follow, and he was locked in the room.

It's getting dark. The old man sat under the willow tree, holding a fishing rod. On the branch above his head, a horse lantern hung from the branch.

The old man turned a blind eye to Jiang Lan's arrival, obviously hearing some comments from Xu Meng and not bothering to pay attention to him.

This made Jiang Lan a little embarrassed. He wandered around for a long time, making all kinds of movements in order to attract the attention of the old man, but people didn't look at him, so he prepared a belly of hello, but he couldn't use it.

In the end, Jiang Lan could be regarded as seeing that this old man was just going to dry himself aside. So he turned his heart sideways, walked cheekily to the old man in a few steps, raised his hand and took off the lantern: "Yo! This kind of lamp is not common nowadays. Old thing, right? ”

You ignore me, I'll talk to you, it's okay, right?

The old man raised his eyebrows, his face was displeased, and he turned around and was about to have a seizure, but he saw Jiang Lan looking at him with a hippie smile on the horse lantern, he was stunned at first, and then said "Huh", looking a little shocked and a little incredulous.

Jiang Lan thought that she had a plan, and she made a good appearance, and continued while carefully looking at the horse lantern in her hand: "Look at the shape of this horse lantern, as well as the materials, it is also an object of the Republic of China at the latest. Look at the ornamentation on the lamp holder, plus the tiger swallowing the head under the handle, using the craftsmanship of the Great Song Dynasty. Old man, you horse lantern, last week, right? ”

The old man turned a deaf ear to Jiang Lan's teasing. With just a few words, he had already suppressed the shock in his heart and came back to his senses. So he followed Jiang Lan's words and said, "Oh? What else do you see? ”

Jiang Lan spent so much effort to finally attract the attention of the old man, seeing that he intended to take the school examination, for fear that he would be bad and annoy others, he hurriedly cheered up and looked at the horse lantern in his hand again.

This lampstand is...... Copper? Wait a minute. Bronze?

In order to see the internal structure of the horse lantern more clearly, Jiang Lan held the lamp beam in one hand and the lamp holder in the other, holding the horse lantern in front of him.

But looking at it, he only felt that the flame in the lantern was getting brighter and brighter, and then there was a stinging sensation that filled his eyes more and more clearly, as if the retina had been burned.

Before he could react, the flames in the horse lantern suddenly flashed, and a strong light illuminated the surroundings, which made Jiang Lan have a splitting headache, let go of his hands, and covered his eyes with a loud scream.

When there was a bang, the horse lantern fell to the ground, fell to pieces, and under the cracked base, a fist-high bronze ancient lamp was revealed.

Click——! On a rainy autumn night, a thunderclap suddenly sounded, which shook Jiang Lan's mind.

Not far in front of him, the old man looked up at the sky in the night, then at the copper lamp that fell to the ground, and finally stopped his eyes on Jiang Lan, who was covering his eyes and screaming.

Complex expressions appeared one by one on the face full of furrows, first stunned, then regretful, then envious, and finally fixed as unwilling and reluctant.

Oh, yes. It's old after all. After all, it's time to pass it on to the next generation.

As he grew older, more and more things were beyond his power, and he had imagined countless times that the bronze ancient lamp in his hand would be passed on at what time, where, and in what way. He thought that he had made all the preparations and was enough to face this moment calmly.

But he never imagined that when all this really happened, all the preparations would be in vain. Especially after many years, in order to find out the truth about the death of his most beloved grandson, he went out of the mountain again, full of thoughts that he would be captured and revenge, but what was the result?

As a result, the young man in front of him, the spineless and bloodless shrunken turtle in the mouth of the Xu family's girl, was actually the person chosen by Gu Deng!

His surname is Xiao. He is Xiao Mochuan. He is a dignified Zhongzhou Tisi. And Xiao Shihe is the last seedling of their Xiao family after the battle of Xiaocangshan.

The murderer has not yet been punished, I don't know what kind of crisis is brewing in the dark, and I don't know if the tragedy of the battle of Xiaocangshan will happen again. He thought he could stop all this, but his most important reliance, the biggest hole card in his hand, and the last confidence in his heart, all turned into dust with his short moment of curiosity. How does this make him willing?

Such an important item should have been brought back sooner.

But now, what's the use of talking about it?

This moment, after all, still came.

I don't know when, Xiao Mochuan's straight spine slumped, and his eyes became a little cloudy. In a short period of time, he seemed to have aged ten years old, and a kind of twilight unique to old people began to permeate from him.

He stood under the willow tree, looked at Jiang Lan, and tried his best to straighten his waist, making a look of still having spare strength, looking a little sluggish.

Finally, the tingling sensation gradually faded, and Jiang Lan tried to open her eyes again. I don't know if it's an illusion, he feels that the world in front of him is different from what he saw before, and there seems to be more things in his vision, and it is clearer, which makes him very uncomfortable.

With a long sigh, Jiang Lan's gaze gathered. Only then did he realize the change in Xiao Mochuan, his heart suddenly burst, and he hurriedly looked at the ground, and saw that the horse lantern had turned into pieces, and he couldn't help but feel a little weak, and he didn't know how to speak.

At this time, Xiao Mochuan also cleaned up his mood and waved his hand to relieve Jiang Lan: "Forget it." Stuff from last week, nothing to be sorry about. If it's broken, it's broken. Let the chips fall where they may. ”

If he was scolded twice, Jiang Lan would be more down-to-earth. This sudden comfort made him even more ashamed. He felt that his face was on fire, and he couldn't be ashamed, and his head was hooked like a bean sprout.

Taking advantage of Jiang Lan's inattention, Xiao Mochuan bent down tremblingly and picked up the bronze ancient lamp and put it into the fish basket.

After straightening up, Xiao Mochuan hesitated, raised his hand and patted Jiang Lan's shoulder, and said with a somewhat relieved and relieved smile: "From now on, you are a light in this dark night." You'll have to hold on, boy! ”

At this moment, the knife flashed!