I went back to the rented house and looked up the information on the Internet suspiciously, and the information did show that the 12th Division of the Railway Corps participated in the construction of Metro Line 1 in 1965, and the external number was Unit 32535, but it was not certain that what Lao Kan said was true.

I decided to go to the Fushouling subway to see if there was really the word "Liang Yan", and I vaguely felt that this "blood coffin incident" 50 years ago was related to Luo Li's disappearance and a series of things about me being framed.

The next day, I suddenly received a call from my mother, saying that my father was coming to Beijing to see me.

I thought I had heard it wrong, but he had never said to come and see me in Beijing for a few years.

My dad was a jerk.

A full pound and two, like a fake blood bastard.

This was the last thing Grandpa said to Grandma before kicking his legs.

It is also the final conclusion of the coffin of his unscrupulous son.

When Grandpa said this, his bastard son was expertly prieing open an old coffin.

He and his grass platform team did not have the ability to find dragon points, so they could only make a small fuss about small folk tombs and fight tooth sacrifices.

My dad was not born a bastard, he was also a promising young man when he was young, he became a soldier at the age of 16, and later changed from a field army to a railway soldier, and once repaired Beijing Metro Line 1, and then something happened, and he was soon recovered.

When I got home, I was a completely different person, I didn't like to talk or see people, and later I drank too much and made a few friends.

When Grandpa said this, he always shook his head regretfully: "I don't know what happened in the army, a good person is gone!"

Grandma said: "Nine times out of ten, he has encountered something evil, and he has nightmares every day in the days when he first came back, and the ghosts are screaming, so he has to ask someone to exorcise the evil spirits." ”

Grandpa glared: "Nonsense, what evil things can be encountered by soldiers, don't talk nonsense when you go out!"

My dad never said anything he had been through, not even my grandmother.

Once I drank too much, I once told me that there was a bloody person in the coffin, and even the person with the coffin was pulled away by someone from above, and then I heard that the thing inside was not a person, and it disappeared after a few days of being pulled away.

When I was young, I was too scared to sleep by him, and my mother fought with him because of this, and from then on, he stopped drinking.

Before my dad joined the army, he liked to run after the troupe, and after he recovered, he was arranged to join the county troupe, and later hooked up with my mother, and then the county troupe was disbanded, and they formed their own troupe to work alone.

When they were performing on the move, they were not idle, stepping on their feet, hugging the grass and beating rabbits, killing two birds with one stone. When you can't get the main business, you can go out day and night to make a small tomb for it.

......

When it comes to coming to Beijing to see me, my first reaction is whether the old man is sick or not, and why he suddenly thinks of my son.

However, I just wanted to ask him about the "blood coffin incident", and he came just in time.

I asked my mom on the phone, is there something wrong with him?

Let me explain here, my dad never calls me directly, and always asks my mom to call me for everything.

I listened to the old man scolding on the phone: "You can't go to Beijing if you have nothing to do?

Dad is still a vigorous and resolute old soldier, and he arrived in Beijing the next day.

The house I live in is a shared house in Changying, six or seven square meters, and the first thing my dad said when he entered the room was that it was not as big as the pigsty at home, how could it be mixed!

"Hmph, this is Beijing, one square meter can buy you a hundred pigsties, and all the pigs inside!" I was surprisingly angry.

"Don't say it, you have a good name here, you always camp, you often win, and the bear thing is quite good at choosing a place. ”

"Have you started gambling?"

"Idle is also idle, just play two. Dad said, "Hurry up and take you to meet someone." ”

"Who?"

"I'll know when I get there, why do you ask so much. ”

Today is Sunday, the day the market opens, and before we reach Panjiayuan, both sides of the sidewalk are almost full of antique vendors.

My father led me directly to the second floor and walked to the door of a store called "Wenqiang Antiques".

The shopkeeper was about sixty years old, short and fat, balding, and short-sleeved in a linen Tang suit, and was looking down at a book.

"Lao Li, I'm here. ”

It seems that my father is very familiar with the shopkeeper, and he screamed before he even entered the door.

Lao Li looked up and saw my dad, hurriedly stood up, stretched out his hands and walked out of the counter, shaking hands with my dad.

"Lao He, it's so fast!" The boss has a bit of a Yungui accent, and the more he looks at it, the more familiar he feels, by the way, it is the bald old man who slept on my lower bunk on the train from Guiyang to Beijing West Railway Station a year ago!

"Strike while the iron is hot, I'm afraid of long nights and dreams. My father turned to me and said, "It's Uncle Li." ”

I called Uncle Li, my eyes stared at him, he didn't seem to know me anymore, and shook my hand.

I said, Uncle Li, we seem to have met somewhere, right?

Uncle Li looked at me and shook his head: "Impossible, the virtuous nephew remembered wrong." ”

Well, it may have been mistaken or he deliberately pretended not to know.

The two of them chatted a few words, and my dad glanced at the door and pulled something out of his bag.

The thing was wrapped in a rag, and it was tight.

Uncle Li took it carefully and opened it on the counter.

It's a broken tile.

Uncle Li went over and over again to see it twice.

"Give me a broken year, which dynasty and which generation, and how much is it worth?"

Uncle Li didn't speak, picked up the rag, and looked at it carefully.

It looked like the rags were incomplete and worn, and they felt like they were torn apart, and they looked like they were painted with blurred characters.

I feel that this cloth is a bit unusual because it is a little thicker, the texture is finer, and it feels a little leather.

Uncle Li let out a thief light in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up, pressed his hand under his elbow, picked up the tile again, and asked my father.

"Where did you dig it?"

"We are in the next county, and there is a lot of water in the tomb. ”

My hometown is located in the junction of Shandong and Henan, the Yellow River Ancient Road, here is one of the birthplaces of Chinese civilization, has been the ancient capital of more than a dozen dynasties, I don't know how many ancient tombs are buried underground, and it is not uncommon for my father to dig up one or two of these two knives and blind cats to meet dead rats.

Uncle Li smacked his lips: "The farthest can be broken to the Song Dynasty, the thing is not bad, at first glance it is Jun kiln, you look at this glaze, verdant green, the color is still so bright, and this fetal quality, gray and white, hardness is enough, from the shape of this half piece, it should be a hat bowl." ”

Dad's eyes were straight: "It's gone! As the saying goes, even if you have a lot of money, it's better to have a piece of porcelain!"

Uncle Li smiled: "Don't get excited, Jun kiln is Jun kiln, Jun kiln porcelain has an important feature, that is, the earthworm walks mud pattern, this piece is not obvious, it may be imitated by the kiln of later generations." ”

Dad's face sank.

"But it is not imitated by modern people, the artistic level of Song porcelain is very high, and it is normal for later generations to imitate it, and there are more respects, washes and flower pots unearthed in the Jun kiln of the Song Dynasty, and there are fewer bowls. Uncle Li looked at his watch: "It's time for dinner, let's go, I'll do Dong and have a light meal." Put this piece of stuff here first, the price can't lose you. ”

Lao Li said as he wrapped the tiles again in the leather-like rag and placed them in the locked cabinet behind him.

Lao Li said that he took us to a cheap shop, and the roast duck there was good.

On the way to the car, I inadvertently found a black Passat following us, Lao Li later found out, turned two streets, the car was gone, probably thinking too much.

When I got to the cheap room, I found a private room.

As soon as the food came up, my father asked me to toast Uncle Li with two drinks, pointing at me and saying.

"My eldest son, who works in Beijing and works as a writer, does he know a good girl, introduce one. ”

It turned out that my father brought me here to give me a sister, and more than a month ago, I broke up with Luo Li, which made the old man very faceless in the neighborhood.

Uncle Li looked at me again: "Brother has clear eyebrows and beautiful facial features, what kind of sister can't be found." ”

I smiled shyly.

"By the way, Lao He, when you say this, I suddenly thought of a candidate, but ......"

"But what?

"There is nothing in the conditions, Ah Mei's family requires that the eight characters must be combined. ”

"This is easy to say, boss, how many characters are your birthday, tell you Uncle Li. ”

This is my father, who doesn't even know my birthday, and when he thinks of his grandfather's last words before he dies, his heart is sad.

"Say yes. Dad smiled and urged.

I report my eight characters.

Uncle Li closed his eyes, as if he was calculating something, and then suddenly stared at me with wide eyes, as if he had found some strange treasure, and he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

"What's wrong?" asked Dad curiously.

Uncle Li realized his gaffe, quickly calmed down, squinted and continued to look at me, and kept shaking his head.

I'm covered in hair, what's wrong with this old man?

Dad was nervous at the side.

Uncle Li nodded, "Well, the eight characters should be fine, and the rest depends on fate." ”

Uncle Li said, turned on his phone, and pulled out a photo from it to show me.

"How's this girl?"

The girl has long hair, a long skirt, a graceful figure, a goose egg face, white and translucent skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, and unpolished natural beauty.

My head blew up in one fell swoop, isn't that Lori?!!

I stared at the picture and was speechless.

Dad snatched the phone and screamed after just one look.

"Hey, this Nier is not bad, it's her!"

Uncle Li smiled: "This is the younger sister of my hometown friend, I just came to Beijing for half a year, let me talk about it." ”

"Medium, medium, medium, big carp for you!"

Saying that, he waved at me: "Hurry up and bring you two wines for Uncle Li!"

I picked up my glass and asked, "Uncle Li, what is this girl's name?"

Uncle Li smiled: "How about it, yes, her surname is Ye, and she will ask for her contact information when she meets." ”

I'm in a circle.,Isn't it Ye?Isn't it Lori? It's too similar!

Dad was afraid of me: "What are you doing in a daze, serve you Uncle Li wine!"

I raised my glass to Uncle Li.

Uncle Li drank a glass of wine and wiped his mouth.

"Lao He, that tomb, I want to go back with you to have a look, and shovel the ground by the way. ”

"No problem, you can do whatever you say!"

I don't know why, when Uncle Li said this, I suddenly remembered the way he looked at the rag, which was almost the same as the way he looked at me just now.

Is there something wrong with this? And he pretended not to know me, which made him even more suspicious.

At this time, Uncle Li got up and went out to answer a phone call.

I took the opportunity to ask my father, "How did you meet?"

Dad was stunned for a moment, and then said lightly as if hiding something: "How else can I know, of course, I took something to Panjiayuan to find a buyer a few years ago, and I happened to meet you." ”

"Really?" I vaguely felt that the relationship between the two of them was not ordinary, and it might be more than a simple business relationship.

Dad glared: "I don't even believe Lao Tzu's words, who else do you believe!"

"Where did you get that rag wrapped in porcelain tiles?"

"It's also from the tomb. ”

"I probably knew that girl just now. ”

"Dreaming?" Dad laughed at me.

At this time, Uncle Li returned to his seat, and I didn't want to ask again, but I always felt that there was something wrong with this Uncle Li.

At this time, Uncle Li said, "Lao He, when will you leave? I'll go back with you." ”

I gently tugged at my father's clothes and whispered, "Uncle Li is wrong." ”

My father knocked my hand off and said with a big grin: "Nonsense, serve you Uncle Li a drink! ”

I picked up my wine glass and looked up to see Uncle Li looking at me with a smile, shocked.

One of Uncle Li's eyes turned blood-red at some point, and I felt a powerful suction force that was sucking me into the red abyss.

I stood up involuntarily with my wine glass in my hand, and instantly felt my limbs go weak and fell to the table.