Chen Jie stopped, he wanted to talk to the old man for a while. The person who wrote the note provides a very important clue for everyone, at least in the eyes of the person who wrote the note.

"Old man, can you tell us about it?"

"This is not the place to talk, you come with me into the street, and I will tell you while I sell things." The old man looked up and pointed to a paulownia tree and said, "The Shang family is in the westernmost part of this row of houses, and the house number is on the door, you can see it clearly, there are too many years, and the house number is no longer clear." ”

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. Chen Jie looked at it for a while before he saw clearly that it read No. 183. The old man's mind was very clear, and she hadn't forgotten to lead Chen Jie in the way.

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 to a small old table, took the bamboo basket from Chen Jie'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 maza from under the table.

"Comrade, sit on the small bench."

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

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

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.

Chen Jie 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 Han Lingling's leather bag. Chinese people, especially older people, do they like "eight" in numbers, hate "seven", seven dead and eight live?

Chen Jie 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 Dharma 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 a person who cultivates bamboo and Qingshui, and is not worried. 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 going to have a head out." The old man sighed.

"Can you tell us about it?"

"Alas-" The old man sighed again, "Wen Jun's father first worked on the railway, he was still a small cadre, he was sentenced for a major accident and spent nearly twenty years in prison in Qinghai. In the middle of this, Wen Jun's mother was said by the rebels of the unit to be broken shoes because she couldn't explain the unknown reasons, and she was criticized and paraded on the street with a sign-"

"Two packets of peanuts and one packet of sunflower seeds." A young man interrupted the old man.