For a long time after this incident, I hid in a community in Tianjin's Heping District, sleeping during the day and staring at the ceiling at night, thinking about what had happened in the past few years and those who had left me.

"Sir, today is my birthday, can I leave work early?"

This is a part-time worker I hired in the labor market, a hard-working student from the mountains, a little girl who cooks a good dish, and is an archaeology major, and they get along well.

"Oh, you were born in April too?"

"yes, what's wrong sir?"

"It's nothing, you and one of my old friends are in the same month, you get off work, you don't have to prepare dinner."

She was puzzled, but also very responsible, she didn't ask me why, just smiled sweetly, took off her apron, and brought out a soup cup from the kitchen, "Sir, this is freshly boiled chicken soup." ”

I smiled at her, "Thank you." ”

She looked very happy, and just as he was walking out of the door, I suddenly stopped her, "Swallow, come here." ”

Yanzi was a little stunned, in her opinion, I, a rich bachelor, wanted to plot against her, so although she stopped, she just stood at the door and asked softly, "Is there anything else wrong with sir?" ”

I took out a stack of red tickets from the drawer and said, "When the sixteenth comes, buy me a birthday cake, and also, buy yourself a gift, I gave it to you, you know, I don't like to go out." ”

"Sir, this ......."

I waved my hand at him and smiled, "Don't get me wrong, I bought the cake for someone else." The gift is something I should have given you, thank you for taking care of me these months. ”

Swallow is a very intelligent person. Her cleverness was perfectly demonstrated in some of the actions that followed.

"Then thank you, sir.

I nodded. Watching her close the door, and then close her eyes, at that moment, those people and things appeared in front of my eyes again.

……

The weather in Hangzhou is like the pretty face of the beauty, one moment is the charming sun, and the other is the pear blossom with rain, this morning, the rain is also counted. There was a strong wind, which is a rare weather in Hangzhou for a thousand years.

I remember that I was locked up in that villa for three days, one meal a day, three bodyguards in shifts, during which I tried to resist and also tried to ask Jiang Yuan about the whereabouts of several of them, but to no avail. For three days, except for the nanny who brought me food, no one else showed up, and Fang Kong did not come to see me.

It was the early hours of the fourth day. It was still dark, and I was lying in bed with insomnia, my eyes wide.

A cool breeze blew in through the cracks in the window. I froze and sat up mechanically. When I turned on the bedside lamp, I suddenly saw a man standing next to my bed. He turned his back to me, and I could see that this man should have been a tall person when he was young, but now, he looked a little hunchbacked.

I rubbed my eyes, I had already guessed his identity in my heart, put on a dress unhurriedly, sat on the bed and said, "The fifth master came to my room in the middle of the night, it won't be because he was afraid that I would run away." ”

Wu Jiang turned around, looked at me and smiled slightly, then sat on a chair next to my bed, he turned on the other headlamp next to the bed, under the light, I saw that Wu Jiang's face seemed to hide a layer of melancholy, and there seemed to be an unsolvable question between his eyebrows.

I turned over and sat up, sat on another chair, paused, and said, "Fifth master, what are you doing here, come to my room in the middle of the night, but don't say a word, what kind of road are you?" ”

Wu Jiang observed me very carefully, then nodded intriguingly and said, "It looks very similar." ”

I was stunned and asked stupidly, "Who is it like?" ”

Wu Jiang took out a photo, pointed to the group photo on the photo, and said, "The third one on the right, you can take a look." ”

I took the photo suspiciously, turned on the headlight in this room, and under the strong light, I saw the third young man on the right in this old photo, he looked very similar to me, if it wasn't for the dirty clothes, I would even think this was me. ”

"Fifth master, this"

Wu Jiang looked at me a little puzzled, waved me to sit down, then looked at me carefully, and then looked at the person in this photo, and said: "Twenty years ago, forty of us followed Zhang Ye to find the tomb of the Western Night King in the hinterland of Daxue Mountain, and I still remember that the four of us were organized into a small team"

He said it very briefly, but the content was very detailed, and not a single word was superfluous, judging from this point of view, how rigorous this person was in doing things, and he didn't even waste a word when he spoke.

I was so absorbed that I lost track of time, and by the time he finished telling the story, it was just dawn, and he told me to think about it myself, he didn't like to be strong, and he wanted everyone in his team to be of the same mind.

After he left, I sat down in my chair alone and revisited the so-called story he had just told in my head

Twenty years ago, Wu Jiang and Wang Sanpang and my father were together in Shenyang Road, Tianjin, people who do antique business know that there is Panjiayuan in Beijing, Shenyang Road in Tianjin, these two areas are the paradise of antique connoisseurs, but also the cradle of folk collectors, many strange things are encountered here, these sellers are often through the acquisition or some dark means to get these things, and then bring them here, put them on the stall to sell, these people often have no culture, let alone see what the doorway, Therefore, there are often cases where a treasure is obviously valuable, but it is sold for a few dollars as a plaything, or it is obviously a fake, and the buyer is cheated by tens of thousands because his vision is not sharp enough.

At that time, my father was more popular with girls because the young man was very handsome, and he was named by himself at that time with a southern character, so everyone called him Anan.

Three young men in their twenties originally had their own lives, according to Wu Jiang, he was a native of Tianjin, his son inherited his father's business, there was a shop in Shenyang Road, Tianjin, and he was dealing in some porcelain, what a general bottle, a Qing Dynasty vase full of flowers and so on, life was quite passable.

And that Wang Sanpang is an authentic Beijinger, who used to be a sports school, and later became a soldier, and then for some reasons, his family fell into the middle of the road, and his parents died of illness. Because he is the third in line, and he is tall and burly, everyone likes to call him three fat or fat.

Tianjin people know that there will be a market on Shenyang Road every Thursday in the past, in addition to the vendors who are already here, there will be a lot of retail sellers from outside on this day with their treasures to come here, every day, the sky is not yet bright, this Shenyang Road is already crowded, every corner is squatting people, one by one flashlights or small table lamps, those who are hidden on weekdays are also waiting here early on this day, they are not the same buyers as those retail buyers who come here on weekdays, These people usually don't show up, as long as they come, the bag must be full of cash, so some thieves who are used to stealing chickens and dogs on weekdays seize this opportunity to take advantage of the dark night and high wind to find those fresh faces. (To be continued.) )