Chapter 1: The fortune teller on the train

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In 2011, on April 16 of the Gregorian calendar and the 14th day of the third month of the lunar calendar, the old yellow calendar said that everything was inappropriate. However, I left for Wuhan, Hubei Province today, to find that Ryazan.

Bu Jin and Gao Peng went with me, and Liu Zhen couldn't get away from the archaeological task assigned by his superiors recently, so he didn't come with him. But that's fine, if there is any accident this time, I may really feel guilty for the rest of my life.

Originally, I didn't plan to let Gao Peng follow me, but no matter how much I advised, this guy would follow me even if he lived or died. I asked him why he had to go, and he told me that he didn't believe what I had experienced in Yunnan before, and that if it was true, he wanted to see it for himself. Of course, he also has a strong curiosity about Ryazan.

Compared with the last trip to Yunnan, this time, I have made sufficient preparations, and this preparation does not refer to things such as items and equipment, those things, as long as you have money, you can buy them anywhere. What is really valuable is that I was mentally prepared, I had a general idea of where I was going and what people I would meet on this trip. But the most important thing is that this time, I know my mission, at least the obvious part of the whole mission - to track down the "man" who influenced the entire ancient Chinese civilization.

But, in these days, I have had my suspicions, because in the end, all this is just a speculation by my father. Although all kinds of indications have shown that there is indeed a Nanwu group in China, this does not mean that that "person" does exist. So many people are desperately looking for an uncertain "person", is it worth it?

Anyway, since my father had already mentioned Hubei in his message, and had told me that Ryazan was the only person I could trust, even Bu Jin, and that he had told me to be more careful, I had nothing to hesitate about. These days, I had a few brief conversations with Ryazan, and although he continued to raise the bar and laugh and tease throughout the conversation, I still noticed during the conversation that Ryazan seemed to be in some trouble on the Hubei side, and even began to urge me to go to Hubei as soon as possible, consciously or unconsciously. On the other hand, there is another thing that can show that Ryazan did not have an easy time in Hubei, he never stayed in the same place for more than three days, and he was always changing his residence frequently. Unfortunately, this guy doesn't have a mobile phone yet, so I can't take the initiative to contact him, so I can only passively wait for his call.

In our last conversation, I told him I had seen my father's message and told him that my father had made me believe him. He didn't say much either.

I told Ryazan my doubts, but Ryazan told me that he was not really an important task, but just an order. I asked him how he met my brother, and he just said it was very similar to what he had done when he met me.

Then I asked him about his relationship with my father, and he paused for a moment before telling me that he and my father were probably in a master-apprentice relationship.

I noticed that he said this in a very uncertain tone, which may indicate that even he himself was somewhat confused about his relationship with my father, so I did not ask any more questions.

Ryazan told me that the reason why he was in Hubei was because his father had made some positioning when he decided to track down that "person" for more than 30 years. The ancient Dian Kingdom and the ancient Yong Kingdom are both one of the positions made by my father, and the trip to Yunnan confirmed my father's speculation to a certain extent. I asked Ryazan where my father's other position was, but he told me that it would not be good for me to know too much, so I said no more.

It was 2:17 p.m., and Gao Peng and Bu Jin and I had already spent several hours on the sleeper of the train.

There were a total of six beds in the sleeper, and the three of us slept on the same side, and I was tall and thin, so I stayed in the lower berth to facilitate my movement. Gao Peng lay in the middle bunk for less than an hour, and then ran to the lower bunk to chat with me. As for Bu Jin, she lay motionless on the top bunk for several hours, more honest than a corpse.

On the other side of the three beds, on the lower bunk was a white and pure young man, who leaned his back against one end of the sleeper, and from the beginning he was intently holding a book there to read, and I glanced at the title of the book, and was startled, it was Plato's "Ideal Republic", and it was a large translation in full volume.

He got on the train from Shenyang North Railway Station with us, so Gao Peng planned to chat with him at first. However, this young man always said no more words, did not ask a word less, and chatting with him was no different from squeezing toothpaste, and there was no way to continue.

A middle-aged businessman fell asleep in the middle bunk, but when he arrived in Beijing, he got out of the car and replaced him with a woman about my age. That woman's appearance is not beautiful (if she is beautiful, she is no match for half of Bu Jin), but she feels very clean and tidy, and she acts neatly and neatly, she seems to be a female man, but the most impressive thing is that this girl seems to be born with a kind of arrogance, and there is a feeling that people are unapproachable, and even a pervert like Gao Peng didn't dare to talk. Indeed, there are people who are born with an aristocratic temperament.

As for the upper bunk on the other side, there was no one until the train left for Henan. After arriving in Henan, the door of the carriage was awkwardly opened.

Gao Peng and I raised our eyes to look, only to see a little old man in his fifties with a lewd appearance, a dark and thin body, and two sparse mustaches on his lips.

"Ouch, there are so many people!" The old man's accent was noticeably upward—a typical Henan accent.

Many people have some prejudice against Henan people, and there are even people on the Internet who joke that Henan people have many scammers and like to steal manhole covers and sell them for money. It's no wonder that in our family, seven or eight out of ten old men and old ladies are from Henan. However, I have always disagreed with this statement. Because Henan Sheng is originally a large province in the Central Plains with a large population, it is inevitable that there will be a mixture of fish and dragons, and where there are many people, there will naturally be no less swaggering and deception, which is also normal. However, the old man in front of me in Henan does give me a sense of obscenity and treachery.

The old man was carrying a rather shabby duffel bag, not much, but it seemed to be heavy.

The old man struggled to bring his duffel bag close to the carriage, and laughed and giggled when he met people, and it was strange and disgusting. He carried the luggage to the side of the bed of the young man who was on the other side of my bed, and said, "Little brother, the things are too heavy, so I won't take them, put them here, and help me look at them for a while, okay?" ”

The young man glanced at him lightly, and there was a look of displeasure in his eyes, only to hear him say lazily: "Whatever." ”

"Little brother is righteous enough, northeasterners." The old man said with a grin.

"Hmm." The young man didn't want to say more, so he covered his face with "Imaginary Country".

Gao Peng accosted him next to him: "How do you know that he is from the Northeast?" ”

As soon as the old man saw that someone was taking care of him, he immediately turned to me and Gao Peng and said, "Ouch, it's not easy, you can hear it as soon as you hear the accent!" You see that at my age, I also know the way, I have been traveling south and north for many years, and no one has seen it. ”

"Going north and south?" Gao Peng was born to inquire, so he asked, "What is the old man doing?" ”

When the old man heard that someone could talk, he smiled and said, "Don't care what my name is, uncle, people who do my job generally call me sir." ”

"Sir?"

The old man nodded, and actually raised his orchid fingers, stroked his mustache, and said with a smile: "It's not a secret, I am a guest from the rivers and lakes, pinching his fingers and divination, the five elements of feng shui, proficient in everything, the people on the road are polite, and call me Yuan Ye with a face, and the road number is eight thousand." ”

Depend on! I couldn't help but turn away, saying to myself that I was an old liar again.

Unexpectedly, Gao Peng was very interested, and even stepped forward and asked, "So, do you know fortunes?" Where did the old gentleman learn the Tao? ”

When the old man saw that Gao Peng was interested, his eyes lit up, and he asked tentatively, "What?" Little brother interested in doing the math? ”

As soon as I saw that the situation was wrong, I quickly pulled Gao Peng back, and then said to the old man: "I'm sorry, old man, we don't count our lives, you go and do your own business." ”

"Hey? Why are you pulling me? Gao Peng still didn't appreciate it, and broke free and said: "Calculate it and don't you need a lot of money?" ”

I was stunned for a moment and said to him, "Don't you don't believe in ghosts and gods?" ”

"When did I say I didn't believe it?" Gao Peng said: "I don't believe in your experience, Zhou Yi's fortune-telling is sometimes quite reasonable, don't I also think about our bookstore and my life's events." ”

I saw that he was so stubborn, so I stopped persuading him, saying, "If you have it, you can do it, even if you like it, I won't stop you." ”

Unexpectedly, Gao Peng went to find the old man again, but the old man waved his hand and said: "Yes, little brother, we also pay attention to fate in the line of pinching and divination, if you don't believe it, I won't force it." ”

"Don't, master, don't listen to that kid's nonsense, I still believe it."

However, no matter what Gao Peng said, the old man was stunned and didn't give any face, so he climbed straight to the top bunk.

The old man climbed quite clumsily, and several times he almost fell down, but Gao Peng was holding on below, shouting one master after another while helping back. Unexpectedly, when the old man climbed halfway, he suddenly saw the young woman in the middle bunk, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "Yo, there is a big girl here, how about it, do you want to count it as a marriage?" ”

The young woman gave him a blank look, turned to the side, and ignored him.

I chuckled under my breath twice, and then I realized that the young man I was facing the bed was looking at me faintly through the pages of "Imaginary Country".

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