Seeing that the little brother didn't speak, Dumpling asked again.

The little brother shook his head, walked into the house, stood in front of the window, looked at the cloudless, blue sky outside, and the suppressed thing in his heart seemed to be released at this moment.

He turned around, looked at the dumplings standing at the door with an inquiring and curious face, and said seriously, "It's clean."

"Huh?" Dumpling scratched his head, a little unclear, and caught a glimpse of the sky-blue sheets on the big bed in the middle of the room, and the many palm-sized small yellow chicken patterns on the sheets, squatting on the clouds and rubbing the bath, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"Haha, if you're satisfied." Dumpling laughed dryly twice, he still can't understand why his own Yu Ye had to let him buy such a naïve four-piece suit, which made him think that the guest who was going to live in was a child who liked little yellow chicken.

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After eating, the dumplings nested in the house and played games, and Wu Xiaoxie and the three of them lay on the recliner in the pavilion, chatting with each other.

"Little brother, do you have any plans for the future?" Wu Xiaoyi asked.

The little brother closed his eyes, as if he was thinking, and after a long time, he opened his eyes and said lightly, "I want to go around."

The fat man snapped open a can of beer and put it in the little brother's hand, "Let's go? Where do you want to go? Do you have a purpose, do you want the fat master to make you a travel guide or something?"

The little brother looked up at the sky that was already a little dark, and said softly, "I don't know, go to the places you mentioned, Shandong, Star City, Changbai Mountain, desert, go around, and see if you can remember anything."

Wu Xiaoxie chuckled in his heart, this was the last thing he wanted to hear—what he wanted to remember.

It suddenly occurred to him that if the little brother's life had been repeating the cycle of amnesia, searching, remembering, and amnesia, then even if he reached the end of the earth, he might not be able to find the puzzle he was looking for.

If he touches the scene and thinks of something in the process of traveling, for a person with a blank memory, this little bit of emotional fragmentation is undoubtedly very tempting to him, there are countless unknowns ahead, and this little hint will become a variety of threads to the black hole, which makes people miserable.

He suddenly understood what the little brother said at the campfire, "I am a person without a past or future."

There is almost no pause and rest in his life, and he has been running in a constant search, and the bigger the mystery behind it, the more painful it becomes.

On top of that, he didn't know what he was looking for from the start, because he would lose his memory in the process, so he started all over again.

In his life, searching has become a habit, and perhaps the little brother himself doesn't know what else he can do besides looking.

For people with amnesia, perhaps retrieving the past is all the purpose of his life.

But Wu Xiaoxie deeply understands the pain in this, and he really doesn't want his little brother to continue on that old path.

The atmosphere fell silent for a while, and only the screaming and scolding of the dumplings in the house could be faintly heard.

"Oh, come over quickly, come over to the front, what are you doing here, waiting for the old hen to lay eggs?"

The fat man laughed and lit a cigarette, and the thin gray smoke quickly drifted into the air with a twist around his thin waist. ….

"Naive, let it be, it's not realistic for you to press him here." The fat man let out a long sigh.

As soon as the words fell, the dumplings who had been playing games in the house suddenly poked their heads out and called, "Little Third Master."

Wu Xiaoxie turned his head to look over.

Dumpling scratched his face, smiled, and asked, "Little Third Master, are you going to leave Hangzhou with this little brother?"

Wu Xiaoxie just looked at him and didn't speak.

Dumpling shrunk his neck, ran back to the house, took out a backpack, and handed it to Wu Xiaoxie, "This is prepared by Yu Ye, saying that if you want to leave Hangzhou, the things in it should be usable."

Wu Xiaoxie took it, opened it and saw that there were some documents inside, the top was an ID card, and the one-inch avatar on it was the expressionless appearance of the little brother, and there was a sticky note paper stuffed in the transparent protective case, and one was cut out

Look, it's Zhang Qixun's word.

"Muyu, this kid is well prepared, what is it written?" The fat man leaned over and looked at it twice, and read it out, "I'm going to do something, and I'll be back in about half a month, you and the fat brother will take the lead."

"One step ahead...... the fat man muttered and asked the dumplings, "When did you leave the note for your family?"

Dumpling counted on his fingers, "Two weeks ago."

The fat man nodded, "More than half a month, that's soon, naïve, let's hurry up and ponder, last time you asked me to inquire about the little brother, the fat man really has some eyebrows."

Wu Xiaoxie became interested, "What did you inquire?"

"Do you remember the last time we went to Changbai Mountain, the bald head of the lama for your third uncle?" The fat man said.

Wu Xiaoxie suddenly remembered, "You are talking about the boss of the money bank who cooperated with my third uncle, didn't he collude with Chen Pia Si to plot against my third uncle, and finally let Lei Zi arrest him, what are you looking for him?"

"These intermediaries between them and lamas, since they can contact the little brother and me, they naturally have their news channels, maybe they know a little bit about the little brother." The fat man said, "But those people are tight-mouthed, and the fat man can't pry them open when he pays money, so I pondered to find a guy who doesn't have those worries and is not afraid of offending people."

"That Chu bald head has been in for so long, I'm afraid that the explanation has already been explained, as long as we find him, we will be able to pry the hole out of him."

Wu Xiaoxie's eyes lit up, "This is a good way, but this kind of person is very shrewd, what if we look for it, and he turns his head and reports it to the two of us."

The fat man shook his head, confident, "He is in trouble now, there are many places to ask for help, we are equivalent to sending briquettes in the snow, it is not difficult to come out of the trick, but I just don't know where this old boy is locked up."

Wu Xiaoxie breathed a sigh of relief, "This is simple, you can ask Pan Zituo about the situation."

As he spoke, he glanced at the little brother and said, "It's better for us to meddle than to let the little brother wander around like a fly without a head."

The fat man sighed, "This kid Muyu is gone, otherwise he will know more than us, at least he can find the place where the little brother used to live."

The two discussed some more details, and finally went back to the house to sleep.

The next day, Wu Xiaoxie called Pan Zi to tell him about it, and Pan Zi agreed, only saying that he would wait for news.

The little brother temporarily lived in the house in Hangzhou.

Three days later, Panzi called with bad news.

"That old boy seems to have been in contact with someone before, and he won't say anything about giving money, and he looks terrible."

Wu Xiaoxie's heart suddenly suddenly, this time he was in trouble, "Did he reveal who it was?"

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Taibai nineteen