Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

Inside a small restaurant.

"What do you mean, Master Wu, I don't understand."

Lao Jinmiao picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, pointed at it with his chopsticks and spoke in Miao language.

Master Wu said: "He said that the child looked bad, he looked dead, he didn't look like a teenager."

"impossible!"

I said don't talk nonsense, Xiaomi is only so old and younger than me, so what's so old-fashioned?

After thinking about it, I asked again: "Master Wu, ask me if he knows there is something called Zhierjin, it should be some kind of medicine."

Master Wu hesitated and said, "I don't know how to say this... Referer Jin uses Miao language. How do you say it? Change it to a simpler word."

This is difficult to handle, I said Master Wu, you can say gold in Miao language.

He nodded and said a word to Old Jin Miao.

"uncle!"

"Look at me! Look at me!"

I compared a little finger in front of the old man.

"Gold! Fingers! Fingergold! Fingergold!"

I kept moving my little finger, hoping he would understand.

Master Wu curled his lips and said, "Stop gesticulating, I think this is a gesture that you want to be beaten, who can understand it."

"Old Jin Miao said that although he couldn't see what the child's problem was, he might be able to give it a try."

As he spoke, Master Wu took a small black medicine bottle from the old man's hand.

Master Wu handed me the bottle and said, "Go back first, and secretly give the child the medicine in the bottle after she goes back. She will sleep for a few hours after taking it. After she falls asleep, you plug her ears with cotton cloth." , blindfolded her, and took the person to a nursing home, where we prepared."

I said, "Is there any side effect of this medicine? Also, why do we have to go to a nursing home, it may not be safe there."

"If it's not safe, you have to go, unless you don't care about the child, you don't need to go, because you need to use some things, Alan put things under the bed when he was alive, the strange skills in the world, we are not their insiders, we are separated by mountains, You don’t understand and I don’t understand, just do it.”

After thinking about it for a few minutes, I said okay, then I will go back first, and meet at the nursing home in an hour without accident.

On the way back, I kept guessing that the combination of the white feathers in the hospital and the owls that fell on the roof of the small building made people think of the partridge woman in Changchun.

I made a phone call when I was approaching Lao Qian's house.

"It's me, Yunfeng, have you eaten yet?"

There was the sound of the TV on the other side of the phone, and I heard Douyazi yelling.

"Yunfeng, let me ask you, have you encountered any difficult problems?"

Without much hesitation, I said: "Yeah, it's a long story, and I can't explain it clearly. My head is a mess. I'm calling you to ask if Changchun will The partridge woman of this generation is the woman named Wen Yun, who is the partridge woman of the previous generation, and who is the previous generation?"

"this problem....."

Putting his head in silence for a moment, he said: "Wen Yun and Xiao Zhuotou have some personal relations. The previous generation of partridge women don't know, but the previous generation should be Zhu Liankui's concubine surnamed Ye. She settled in Boston at that time."

"Come on, are you talking about the woman who killed Cheng Liansu with a bird? Is she the partridge woman from the previous generation? Grandma Wen Yun?"

"Hmm... I'm not very clear about some things, but if it is inferred from the timeline, it is indeed the case."

"Is this partridge woman dead?" I asked.

"When did it happen? I don't know how many years it has been since I died. Yunfeng, if you are in trouble, come back first."

"Okay, I got it right, Brother Yu, did he go back?"

"Didn't come back, didn't he follow you?"

"I see, then turn your head like this. I'll contact you if I need something."

It's really weird, it's been a few days in a row, Brother Yu with red eyes and Luojiashan, the three of them seem to have disappeared out of thin air in Xianyang, and there is no news at all.

Thinking about the past two days, I went back to Lao Qian's house.

There is still a lot of popcorn left from the last time I jumped, and the daughter-in-law of Laoqian has gone to work, and Xiaomi is sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, eating popcorn and watching TV.

I quietly mixed the medicine powder given by Lao Jinmiao into the water, and I sat on the sofa with two glasses of water.

The TV show is the cartoon Xiaomu Shen, and the old Qian's TV is still black and white. When the TV is on, the screen keeps flickering, and I don't know what's wrong.

"Come on, Xiaomi, you are not feeling well yet, drink more hot water."

Xiaomi took the water glass and said, "I've eaten too much popcorn, I'm just thirsty, Brother Feng."

She gulped down a glass of water.

Watching Xiaomi drinking water, I suddenly felt a sense of guilt.

The voice of the cartoon came out from the TV: "Gold fools, silver fools, not as good as our old fools."

In less than 10 minutes, Xiaomi leaned on the sofa and fell asleep, holding a handful of popcorn flowers in her hand.

Looking at Xiaomi's frail body and thin profile, I sighed and slowly reached out to hug her up.

Lao Jinmiao said that when she brought Xiaomi to the nursing home, she had to cover her ears with a cloth and cover her eyes. I didn't do it, and Xiaomi fell into a deep sleep. She couldn't see or hear anymore.

After waiting for a while with Xiaomi on my back, I reached out and stopped a taxi.

The night shift driver was in his 30s, a big fat man with an obscene look on his face. He glanced at the rearview mirror and said with a mean smile, "Brother is very good. Which hotel are you going to? Can you take me with you?"

"Go to your mother's hotel, to the ginkgo nursing home."

The big fat man is just a coward, seeing me swearing at people with a black face, he didn't dare to answer back, muttered something in a low voice and drove away.

The cloudy weather in Xianyang lasted for a while before, and it was rare to see the moon this night.

There are still three days before the fifteenth day, and the moon in the sky is already very round. The moonlight shines on the road, and the flowers, plants and trees around the green belt are a little pale.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was movement on the roof of the car, and two cuckoos.

The big fat driver slowed down and cursed: "Damn it! What kind of ghost hit my car! It's fucking unlucky to run the night shift!"

I looked up at the roof of the car, my face turned pale.

"Don't stop!"

"Keep driving! Go to the nursing home!"

"Brother, don't be in such a hurry? I know you are in a hurry to do good things, but a bird hit the roof of the car! You can see that the hair is falling off, you can't let me clean it."

"I fucking tell you to drive and you drive!"

"Don't stop! Do you understand me!"

"well....."

After more than ten minutes, I arrived at the nursing home.

I threw down 50 yuan, carried Xiaomi on my back and closed the car door.

There were a few feathers on the roof of the taxi, and a small pool of blood. I didn't see any dead birds, so they might have fallen off the road.

It was late at night, and the old people in the nursing home were lying down early, and the whole building was dark and silent, only one room on the second floor was still lit, which was the room where Master Wu lived.

I thought they were upstairs, but I didn't expect to see them as soon as I entered the courtyard.

There was a table in the middle of the courtyard, and on the table was a white porcelain jar, the mouth of which was wrapped in yellow cloth, which looked like an urn for ashes.

After looking carefully, I saw a piece of paper pressed under the urn. The color of the paper is yellow, not the ordinary kind of paper. I have seen this paper before. It was put in the box of Grandma Liu Lan. What is it? Paper.

Lao Jinmiao changed into a navy blue traditional Miao costume, with a whistle hanging on his chest and a square felt hat on his head.

Under the white moonlight, Lao Jinmiao's face was frosty, and he began to walk around the urn on the table.

Every time he walks around, he picks up the whistle on his chest and blows it. After three laps, he speeds up, takes big steps, stops and starts, claps and stomps exaggeratedly, just like the dancers in the Northeast. Like a god.

After finishing the last movement, Master Wu picked up the urn with both hands.

He bowed and bowed to old Jin Miao.

A gust of cool wind blew into the courtyard, and the piece of paper on the columbarium was blown to the ground by the wind, and it happened to float to my feet.

I looked down.

I don't know if it was because of the moonlight, but I vaguely saw the face of an old lady on the paper.

Nose and eyes are blurry.

But what do I think...

The outline on the paper looks a bit like Grandma Liu Lan.