Tacoma International Airport.

At six o'clock in the evening, Zhang Jing finally waited for Xu Zehong.

Xu Zehong, 64 years old, is slightly chubby, of medium height, and wears a pair of thick glasses.

and his wife, Lin Jiangmeng, 62 years old, thin, Zhang Jing doesn't know how to work, has been retired for seven years due to illness, looks older than his peers, and needs crutches to walk.

"Hello Zhang Jing," Lin Jiangmeng greeted Zhang Jing, "Long time no see." ”

When Zhang Jing was picking up meteorites in Western Xinjiang earlier, he saw Lin Jiangmeng once in the doctor, and Xu Zehong accompanied her at that time.

I didn't expect her to be so polite, and she looked very good, and she had an indescribable special temperament.

"Hello Aunt Lin," Zhang Jing stepped forward to pick up the luggage from Xu Zehong, "It's the road, I'm really sorry to invite you and Professor Xu over." ”

"It's okay," Lin Jiangmeng said with a relaxed attitude, "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to change the environment and experience rural life." ”

"Seattle has a mediocre urban environment, the countryside is good, and the land is vast and sparsely populated."

Lin Jiangmeng asked with interest, "I heard Lao Xu say that you have two champion horses?" ”

"Yes, they're racing in Kentucky right now and coming back next week."

"I like horses," Lin Jiangmeng said in a good mood, "I can't wait to see them." ”

Zhang Jing and Lin Jiangmeng are very good at talking, which makes Xu Zehong feel bad next to him, worried that his wife is forty years younger, and it must be Zhang Jing's dish.

Slowly walking to the parking lot, the three of them got into the pickup truck, started the car and left.

Soon Xu Zehong and Lin Jiangmeng saw the scenery that the Dragon Kingdom did not have, street tents and scantily clad stations ~ street girls.

I thought it was just that, but I didn't expect it to be just an appetizer.

Passing by the gas station, Zhang Jing drove the pickup truck in, and before it could stop, a gunshot suddenly rang out.

An African-American used a pistol to shoot a Lincoln car, but he didn't expect the other party to directly take out the Uzi charge, and there was a burst of strafing.

Zhang Jing sighed in his heart, smeared oil under his feet, and quickly drove away.

Xu Zehong and Lin Jiangmeng were stunned, and they saw the gunfight as soon as they arrived at the place.

"Why is it so messy?" Lin Jiangmeng was surprised and asked.

Zhang Jing was embarrassed and comforted, "This is an accidental event, it doesn't happen every day." ”

I beg your pardon, Zhang Jing told a lie, this kind of thing happens almost every day, and today I was unlucky and was touched.

When I returned to the racecourse at half past seven, the dormitory had been cleaned in advance.

At the entrance of the racecourse, there is a row of six dormitories, all of which are one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, and only one set is empty, just for Xu Zehong and his wife.

Go to the stable in advance to take out the bronze dragon, and then invite Xu Zehong over.

At the first glance of the bronze dragon, Xu Zehong's eyes almost stared out of his sockets, and he was so excited that his whole body trembled, like severe Parkinson's.

Trembling, he took out the white gloves from his pocket and put them on, Xu Zehong asked in a trembling voice, "Where did it come from?" ”

"Bought it."

"How much?"

"Four lives."

Xu Zehong almost stuck to the bronze dragon and muttered: "It's worth it, it's worth it!" Value! ”

Zhang Jing looked at Xu Zehong, who was already crazy, and asked, "What is its origin?" ”

"I can't tell where it came from now," Xu Zehong looked around the bronze dragon, "If it's true, looking at the style, it should be a cultural relic from the Warring States period, or even the Shang and Zhou dynasties; The workmanship is very fine, the shape is very neutral, beautiful! Wonderful! ”

The Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period, the matter of BC, more than two thousand years.

"Do dragons have the same bronze sculptures?" Zhang Jing asked curiously.

"No," Xu Zehong said bitterly, "not only no, not even similar ones, but there is one in the Louvre, which is not so big or so exquisite." ”

Under normal circumstances, Zhang Jing will ask the price next.

Not surprisingly, Xu Zehong will ask him to donate it again, this is also donated, that is also donated, what is the meaning of treasure hunting?

Zhang Jing didn't ask, but Xu Zehong took the initiative to ask, "Zhang Jing, this 'Bronze Divine Dragon' is an artifact, it must be sent back to the Dragon Kingdom, it must be sent back, and it must not be exiled abroad!" ”

At this point, Xu Zehong actually began to cry, "There is no similar bronze artifact in the entire Dragon Kingdom, but there are foreign ones, which is unreasonable." ”

According to Zhang Jing's temper, he was going to scold Xu Zehong, 'Donate, what will you pay your salary?' ’

Seeing that he was crying so sadly at his age, he couldn't bear to scold him.

"Please send it back!" Xu Zehong took a handful of snot and tears, and knelt directly in front of Zhang Jing.

Zhang Jing avoided it, he couldn't accept Xu Zehong's kneeling, and after thinking for three or four seconds, he promised: "I promise that it will return to the Dragon Kingdom." ”

Xu Zehong cried with joy.

"You have to keep this matter a secret, in order to get the bronze dragon, four people died, one person was missing, and more than 20 people were injured, you can't be sloppy, and you have to keep your mouth shut when you dream." Zhang Jing solemnly advised.

"It's a bronze dragon." Xu Zehong reminded.

Zhang Jing hummed, the dragon is the dragon.

Figuring out the general situation of Shenlong, Zhang Jing thought that he could sleep well at night, but he didn't expect the phone to ring at two o'clock in the morning.

Zhou Manmiao called, saying that the car was stolen, and her voice was very aggrieved on the phone.

After all, there was a one-night stand, and he was worried about their safety, so Zhang Jing put on his clothes, drove the pickup truck out of the racecourse, and arrived at the middle-class community where the two women lived forty minutes later.

Funny, Zhang Jing actually arrived before the police, and saw the gate of the two women's courtyard from a distance, and he was depressed.

The pickup truck stopped steadily, and as soon as the person got out of the car, Zhou Manmiao, who was raining with pear blossoms, pounced over, "Brother Zhang, the car you gave me was stolen, ah~ah~"

Crying and shaking his shoulders, he looked really pitiful.

"Don't cry." Zhang Jing's tone didn't care, and comforted Zhou Manmiao, "It's okay if the person is fine, I'll buy it for you again tomorrow." ”

I've seen bullets tear off shoulders, big holes in my chest, broken heads, and robbed of a car, like a child playing at home,

Zhou Manmiao stopped crying.

Susu police arrived, because there were no dead people, no shootouts, the speed of the police was slow, a simple understanding of what happened, and a police certificate was issued for insurance.

When the matter was over, it was already four o'clock in the morning, and when Zhang Jing was about to leave, he was pulled by Zhou Manmiao's arm.

She didn't speak, just looked at someone with pitiful eyes.

"I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?" After all, Zhang Jing was soft-hearted and chose to stay for a while.

Zhou Manmiao smiled, and Liang Jieshu was also relieved beside her.

Cooking a big meal at four o'clock in the morning, I can't say no, absolutely rare, the three of them were busy in the kitchen until six o'clock in the morning, making a table full of food.

Toast, onion cakes, tortillas, juices, all kinds of delicious food.

Gathered around the dining table, chatting about various topics, it was all like a happy look.

"Beam..."

At the dinner table, Zhang Jing suddenly didn't know what to call Liang Jieshu.

Is 'Miss Leung' too unfamiliar?

Will 'Jieshu' be too close?

"Brother Zhang, you can call me Jieshu or Xiaojie." Seeing Zhang Jing's embarrassment, Liang Jieshu took the initiative to solve the siege.

"Jieshu, what do you do?"

"Writing short romance novels, as well as romantic drama scripts."

Well, it turned out to be a talented girl~