Taoist fast crossing

"The things I have researched these days are all written down in the notebook. You can take a look when you are free. If you need something or sell something, go to Liu San'er who had dinner with us before, and he will take you to the old master." Boss Su took out a wooden box, which contained land deeds, account books, keys, etc., as well as various experiences and techniques for making fakes.

"Okay." Si Qingyan bowed to him.

"I thank you for all the students at the girls' school."

"It should be...it should be...At the beginning Baoling wanted to study abroad, but I didn't let her study, and now I regret it so much...I have suffered from studying, but it is even more difficult not to study. Young people don't like to bow their heads, But I am old, I can't talk to her even if I bow my head, and I am afraid that she will regret it later, so I want to ask you to bring a letter, which is also in the box."

"My funeral will also be entrusted to you. Boss Su of Zhenbao Pavilion will 'die of illness' soon."

"Don't tell anyone I'm alive, it'll get you in trouble."

Boss Su smiled with some reluctance, but also some relief.

"Ah."

Si Qingyan took the wooden box and found it unexpectedly heavy.

"I'll take you to see the [-] silver dollars. If it's convenient, you can have someone come and move them tonight."

Si Qingyan followed Boss Su up to the second floor, and uncovered the bed boards, floor tiles, and partitions inside the walls, and there were gleaming silver dollars inside.

"I don't worry about hiding in other places. I count them every day and sleep next to each other to make me feel at ease."

For the first time, Boss Su didn't show any pain in his heart, he was very free and easy.

No matter how much money there is, it has to be spent.

"it is good."

"I've prepared the corpse, and it will be delivered tomorrow night, and the funeral will start the day after tomorrow, otherwise it will stink if it's too hot."

Boss Su left in a hurry and explained the matter. Before Si Qingyan could guarantee it, he said again:

"I don't worry about your work. Just in case... I mean just in case, if you have difficulties in the future, you can go to the bell tower of Wancheng to take shelter and say that you belong to Boss Su."

Boss Su took the jade wrench from his thumb and placed it in Si Qingyan's hand with great care.

"I am a teacher for one day and a father for the rest of my life. I dare not call myself a father, but I also treat myself as half of your elders. This is a keepsake. You can wear it as a memorial or put it away, but it must be kept close to you. Don't lose it."

This jade ring finger has traveled north and south with several generations of the Su family, the more it is raised, the better it is, and it can protect the body even if it is worn.Su Baoling has a jade bead handed down from the Su family. Mrs. Su put it on for her before she died... She is very filial to her mother and will not take it off. Boss Su is quite relieved.

"Okay." Si Qingyan bowed respectfully to Boss Su, and was supported by him.

"We're all on the road."

Boss Su patted Si Qingyan on the shoulder, his eyes fell on the jumping candlelight, sparks seemed to ignite in his eyes.

Si Qingyan nodded, suddenly feeling that Boss Su was hiding something.

He is good at appreciating antiques. He usually writes round and smooth regular script. He has no merits and faults. In private, he writes in a thin gold style with a strong character and cursive script. He can say that all kinds of calligraphy, paintings, jades, and jewelry fall into his hands. To be well-informed must be a person with a family background and a profound heritage.

Gun control is not strict, but there are very few guns, which are generally imported and only available to high-ranking officials or the army, so it is difficult to flow into the hands of others.Ordinary bosses can't get a gun, let alone sell fakes to the Japanese one after another.

Boss Su's network is abnormally wide, and the fakes have not been discovered after selling for so long, and even the slightest word has not leaked out.

Moreover, he keeps himself clean, doesn't smoke, rarely drinks alcohol, and doesn't look for women. In the whole Wancheng, he is out of tune with other businessmen in this respect.

No matter what, Boss Su has never done anything insane, and he is even more honest than those businessmen who talk nicely.The silver dollar that has been sleeping for so long, donate as soon as you say it.

The cost of counterfeiting many antiquities is not low. The gold and silver on them are real gold and silver. Even if it is fake calligraphy and painting, it needs high-quality paper and ink. No matter how fast Boss Su earns, it is impossible to earn [-] silver dollars in a short period of time. .

It should have been accumulated for a long time...

"This is not my hometown. After all, I have stayed here for 20 years. I have always disliked the wind and sand in the north and the cold winter. Now I want to leave, but I am a little bit reluctant."

Boss Su sighed, looked at the empty Zhenbao Pavilion, and felt even more lonely.

His wife is dead, and his daughter has a life of her own.

He was the only one left behind.

"Take care." Si Qingyan carefully instructed.

"Okay, okay...you too, don't work too hard, take your time, you won't be handsome if you lose weight."

For the first time, Boss Su looked at Si Qingyan with loving eyes.

Recently, Si Qingyan's temperament has become more and more sharp, her words and deeds are swift and swift, her words are concise, and her demeanor has a sense of oppression.It's not the oppressive feeling of a high position, but a feeling that he is right from the bottom of his heart and is willing to follow.

He seemed to be glowing.

It is indeed shining.

Today, when the sky is dim, when such a person appears, he shines among the crowd, making him memorable at a glance.

Before, he was a leisurely and calm noble son, but now he has the feeling of a big shot.

He wears a pair of thin copper-rimmed glasses with round frames. He has a cold temperament, is fair and handsome, and his facial features become more three-dimensional after losing weight. His eyes are sharp and bright, and he doesn't smile often. He looks difficult to approach. His attitude is calm and serious, without any sense of arrogance.

Si Qingyan laughed at his words.

He didn't care about being handsome for a long time, the most important thing was to do what he should do.

"There is a long way to go, let's encourage each other." Boss Su reached out to shake hands with Si Qingyan, using a little effort.

"Ah."

This farewell must be years.

Si Qingyan didn't leave in a hurry, and went to a nearby noodle shop with Boss Su to eat a bowl of Guilin rice noodles. This time, she controlled her hand and didn't pour a layer of chili oil.

Boss Su laughed while talking, saying that the fish balls made by his wife are very delicious. She is very poetic. She likes to collect plum blossom snow to make wine and make tea, pick peach blossoms to make cakes, and also likes to pick lotus leaves to steam chicken, peel lotus seeds and cook. Porridge, dried chrysanthemum tea...

"Why is it all food?" Si Qingyan felt that it was indeed poetic when she first heard it, but the more she listened to it, the more she felt something was wrong.

She made food of all poetic and picturesque things.

"Yeah, otherwise why was I so fat before?"

"When I was young, I was also a beautiful man who was popular in the south of the Yangtze River. Later, I was forced to be fed into a ball by her. I wanted to lose weight. She said that it is better to be fatter, so as not to look old. When I get old, I will naturally lose weight and have a stronger body. .”

"Actually, I know she just doesn't like other women looking at me."

"If you feed me fat, no one will look at me. Those who pull the rickshaw will be exhausted after walking a few steps. I have to give more rewards every time."

Boss Su smiled sincerely and happily when he talked about his wife, and he didn't seem to be sad because of her death, but he had a lot of gray hair on his temples, and there was some water in his eyes, so he lowered his head and wiped them.

"She is not in good health, and she is worried about the country and the people. If she knows that the current situation has become like this, she must be worried every day. If I let her run around with me, I don't know how tiring it is. It's better to take a step first...Easy. "

After this meal, they went home.

In the evening, Si Qingyan hailed a car from Si Qingheng, took the silver dollar directly to Si Shuai's mansion, and took the wooden box along the way.

Verbally, of course, it was Boss Su's sudden emergency, which was very bad.

When the disguised corpse arrived, Boss Su "died of illness" in peace of mind.

Si Qingyan presided over the funeral, so he had to invite the same team that presided over the funeral after the death of Commander Yin last time.There is a discount for Si Qingheng's money.The funeral team has also gained fame, and everyone gets what they need.

Boss Su’s funeral was held very quickly. About 30 to [-] people came to express their condolences.Mrs. Liu came over here on purpose, and shed two tears. She seemed a little regretful, maybe because she felt that she had tricked him...

Liu San'er also came, her eyes were red, and she looked really sad.

"Young master, if you have anything to do, just call me Liu San'er, I will treat you the same as Master Su."

Si Qingyan nodded, and thanked him for coming to mourn Boss Su.

Later, Wen Jinghong came to deliver wreaths in person to persuade him to mourn.

Si Qingyan stayed in the Zhenbao Pavilion until late at night.

It was very dark at night, a beautiful woman with full makeup rushed over and lingered outside the Zhenbao Pavilion for a long time, wanting to go in but not daring.

She was wearing a gauze hat, black gloves, and a black dress that was as short as her thighs. She had exquisite makeup, darker lips, and a white fox fur shawl that complemented her petite figure. The sound of high heels was particularly eye-catching in the quiet alley. .

She looked panicked, pursed her lips, and looked very stubborn.

Looking up at the three words Zhenbaoge, I remembered my father's smile when he wrote:

"Why we call it Zhenbao Pavilion here is not because we sell treasures, but because there is a treasure in our house..."

At that time, he only looked at his mother, and she was so angry that she hit his round belly with her head, and then he deliberately said suddenly:

"Oh, there are two."

There is a precious word in my mother's name, and there is a precious word in her name.

Unknowingly, tears were pouring down like rain, and the makeup was in a mess.

The weather in summer is very changeable, with lightning and thunder in an instant, and heavy rain pouring down.

She stood at the door, standing in the rain, never daring to go in.

Inside is a huge "liberation" written on white paper, and a black coffin.

The fox fur was wet from the rain, and she squatted down without realizing it, hugging her shoulders and crying loudly.

Mother left, and father also left.

There is no home.

A shadow was cast in front of him, and the rain pouring on his head stopped.

She looked up, only to see a thin and handsome young man in a long black gown, wearing glasses, holding an old big umbrella with a familiar jade wrench in the hand holding the umbrella. He seemed to be talking about something .

The rain was so loud that she cried so hard that her ears were buzzing and she couldn't hear what he was saying.

He went into the room again and took out a coat, put it on her body, and helped her up through the coat.

"Don't be sad, he left a letter."

"Oh..." Su Baoling was stunned, not knowing what was going on and what was going on for a while.

"Sister, should I wash up first or read the letter first?"

His voice was clear and magnetic, maybe a little hoarse because of talking too much, it sounded like a green lotus quietly blooming in a sinking lake.

"Read the letter." Su Baoling's eyes were a little swollen, and she described herself as very embarrassed. Before receiving the letter, she wiped the water off her hands.

It's my father's handwriting, which is seriously inconsistent with him. It's gorgeous, clear, and pleasing to the eye.

"My son, Bao, it will take some time for my father to travel far away. Don't be sad. Our family will have a reunion... If you have something to do, you can let your younger brother do it. It doesn't matter how old you are. My father agrees." ..."

It was a bit serious at the beginning, but it became more and more out of tune later on.

According to a certain pattern, Su Baoling picked words from the letter and spelled them into one sentence——

I'm not dead, so cry for nothing.

A strange smile appeared on Su Baoling's sad face, and she even wanted to swear.