However, the old man was indeed very enthusiastic, and he was afraid that he would not be used to it, so he specially brought him a mat and told him not to make the house dirty. A strange old man, who was so kind to himself, was too embarrassed to ask further, so he had to return a kind smile.

He is not Ma Chengfeng, there is an essential difference between a flower thief and a snitch. The flower thief is still sleepy at night and has to sleep, and he is really tired from walking in the past few days, and his legs are sore. Lying on the bed and smelling the girl's body fragrance, I went to meet Zhou Gong.

I don't know how long I slept, but the bells in those small temples in the mountains rang several times, and it was heavy, which made him even more sleepy. At this moment, he faintly smelled another smell wafting from the hut.

Maybe he doesn't have Ma Chengfeng's eyesight, but the sense of smell of flower thieves is different from ordinary people, they have learned how to use incense since they were young, and the fragrance in the Yin and Yang Hanging Soul Bell stimulates their sense of smell dozens of times beyond ordinary people. Flower thieves always say that they have a dog nose and can keenly catch "prey".

He sniffed and found that the breath seemed to be wafting from downstairs, and it smelled like incense burned in the temple.

Xindao, no wonder this old man is so kind-hearted, it turns out that there is still a Buddha at home. But it's not right to think about it, he is so rich, and the decoration of his home is so exquisite, if he believes in Buddhism, he will definitely build his home into a Chinese style, not a Western style! But in addition to worshiping Buddha and worshipping immortals, what else is there to burn incense? Could it be that the Jesus of the West has changed his taste?

The more I tried to save it, the more I couldn't sleep, and after about two or three minutes, music came from downstairs, like a dance music? This melody is familiar.

This dance music is clearly not from the TV or stereos, but from the oldest gramophone record! This little song is too old, it is "The Singer of the End of the World". After one song, another song sounded, this time replaced with "Night Primrose".

These are all popular songs in the Republic of China, although the old man is not young, but he is not so nostalgic, right? Not to mention anything else, it's not easy to keep these old records alive!

He put on his clothes, gently pushed the door open, and headed downstairs.

There was a dim candlelight in the hall downstairs, and the door was hidden at the end of the candlelight, he lay outside the door and looked inside, ouch, there was a pocket dance floor hidden here, and there were a few neon lights hanging on the roof, and the entire dance floor was completely imitated by Brother Feng, a nightclub in Shanghai during the Republic of China. The old man was wearing a tuxedo, his waist was straight, and he was writhing on the dance floor with his illusory dance partner. It's just that in this weird lonely night, it is a little weird for him to hold an illusory dance partner in his arms alone, and with this dance music from half a century ago, it makes people's hairs stand on end.

Could it be that he has fallen into evil and is dancing with female ghosts?

The light on the dance floor was very dim, and the wind couldn't see clearly what kind of play was hanging on the front wall, it seemed to be a photo frame, probably the actress that the old man admired when he was a teenager.

The fragrance wafted faintly, and it was all wafting out of this small dance hall.

Rufeng heard the master say that there is a craft in the golden dot technique of stealing the door, and that skill can be called the same as the ghost questioning technique of the god tune door. Decades ago, there was an old-timer named Tong Sixi in the rivers and lakes, Mr. Tong would make a strange incense, according to legend, as long as the incense was lit in the dead of night, the heart belonged, you could see the ghost of the other party and communicate with it.

Could it be that this old man has also learned that skill, and now he is dancing with ghosts? The more the wind looks, the more cautious he feels, thinking that this barren mountain and wild mountain, no wonder the old man is kind enough to bring himself back, dare to love this is a ghost house, right? He slowly stepped back, not daring to turn on the light, and when he didn't pay attention, he suddenly hit something on his heel.

With a snap, a blue and white glazed plum vase from the late Qing Dynasty was knocked down by him.

He stood there stupidly, swallowing his saliva, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Behind him, the gramophone on the miniature dance floor turned on, and the lights in the hall came on. The plum bottle under his feet is sparsely broken, and it can't be broken anymore.

"What are you doing running out in the middle of the night without sleeping? Let's lose money. The old man's voice came from behind him.

"Hey...... Hey...... I...... That one...... I heard that there was movement downstairs and wanted to come and see, who knew that it disturbed your old age, sorry, big deal, I will give you a part-time job? He shrugged.

The old man's face turned blue when he was angry, this plum bottle is not a fake in the hands of an antique dealer! This plum vase is worth seven figures! Can you not feel distressed!

"Give me a part-time job? Hum! I'm afraid you won't be able to change it for the rest of your life, right? ”

"Don't be angry, I don't have any other skills, I can find you a few little beauties." Rufeng said as he stepped back, but the door had been locked from the inside, everything in this small Western-style western-style building was high-tech and modern, and the lock was electronic fingerprint, even if he had the ability to escape, he couldn't get out.

"Hey!" The old man sighed. "It's fate! I thought that I wanted to give this bottle to Sleeve back then, but she took care of me for a year, and I didn't give it up, and I ended up ...... I was broken by your hairy boy, and it seems that our fate is really over. ”

Sleeves? Or Xiu'er? There were quite a few women with this name in their time, it can't be a coincidence, right?

Rufeng pointed to the large photo frame hanging on the wall of the pocket ballroom and asked, "That's the one?" Your old sleeve? ”

At the mention of sadness, his old eyes gradually blurred. No longer bothered like the wind, took out a glass of red wine and sat on the chaise sofa and drank it, the old man was not good at drinking, and he drank a little too much after a glass of wine. As soon as people drink too much, they talk a lot, and the old man has no one to tell him about his thoughts that he has been holding back all his life, and there is just a hairy boy to talk to.

"Sleeve is the woman I love the most in my life, when the family had no money, I was a small fisherman in Taihu Lake, once a girl came to the other side to cross the water, there was a drizzle in the sky that day, I remember very clearly, it was on the shore where I was fishing just now. The moment she beckoned to me, I was completely captivated by her, she was ...... Long...... Hehe...... Now you can't understand it. ”

"Beautiful? Extremely beautiful? ”

"Sort of, anyway, in my heart, I have never met such a good-looking woman in my life, and I fell in love with my sleeves at first sight."

He drank while reminiscing. The old man still talks about that youthful memory, and he is still ashamed like a little boy who has just fallen in love.

The woman was wearing a cheongsam, and the woman who wore the cheongsam in that era was fashionable, and the slit on the outside of the cheongsam could reach the root of the thigh, and the woman was standing on the bow of the boat with an umbrella and looking at the hazy mist on the river with her long legs.

(End of chapter)