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Back to a few days ago, Luo Zijun received a call saying that he was a descendant of the student his grandfather once sponsored. He heard that he went to the archives to check his background a while ago, so he wanted to talk to him face to face about some things.

The two made an appointment to meet at a cafe on the edge of the university town that day.

When Luo Zijun arrived, the man had already arrived.

Sitting by the window where you can see it at a glance, with a rather eye-catching short fiery red hair, if it weren't for the high-end tailoring that looks expensive, this person is almost like a sophomore boy who ran out of college to play cosplay.

But as soon as he raised his face, Mr. Luo knew that he was superficial, a typical mixed-race child - thick eyebrows, big eyes and high nose bridge, just looked a little difficult to deal with.

Don't ask Mr. Luo how he knew, it's a natural ability.

The man had already ordered a latte for him, and he ordered a simple American, then he got up to shake hands and handed over a business card.The whole set of movements is smooth and flowing, and the officialdom is unfamiliar.

But Luo Zijun obviously didn't like this kind of person, so he waved his hand and sat down by himself.

He glanced at the business card, Zhuang Shihuai, Cultural Bureau, Public Cultural Development Department.

A decent official position reminded Luo Zijun of the old house that he declined to accept from the government before. While thinking about it, he raised his hand and asked for two more candies.

"Eat so sweet?"

Luo Zijun shrugged: "It depends on your mood."

The man pushed the candy in front of him: "Your mother should rarely talk to you about the clan."

"I only know that it was your grandfather who wanted to repay my grandfather for his kindness."

In fact, his mother and uncles talked about it a long time ago, but Luo Zijun is not interested in the things of the older generation.

The man nodded: "I am a collateral branch of the Zhuang family, and you are a direct line, so we are considered the same family. It turns out that there is no intersection, but I heard that you have been inquiring about the genealogy recently, and I thought that some information in your hand might be helpful. your turn."

Luo Zijun didn't answer the conversation for a long time, just staring at Zhuang Shihuai, his knuckles slowly hitting the table, Zhuang Shihuai didn't mind, he waited patiently for him, in the cafe, the two men just looked at each other with evil intentions .

"You might as well speak straight, everyone is so busy, why beat around the bush." ​​In the end, it was Teacher Luo who spoke leisurely.

Zhuang Shihuai was a little surprised by the straight ball, but he didn't mind. He smiled and said, "I heard that someone offered a high price for your land. If you sell it, you can make a fortune. Why don't you sell it?"

"If you don't sell it, am I short of this money?"

Zhuang laughed again: "Who would think too much money?"

Teacher Luo waved his hand a little irritably: "What? The matter I rejected two years ago, the higher-ups still don't give up?"

"I know you refused two years ago, so I'm here to ask if you can reconsider?"

Luo Zijun is used to being undisciplined, and among these few friends who go back and forth around him, none of them have such a hard time communicating like Zhuang Shihuai. The clichés are just like the crooked alleys of his hometown in the south, and he can't see his emotions. He hides too much. deep.

It was hard talking to him.

"You know shit."

Zhuang Shihuai held up his hands in a gesture of surrender: "OKOK, I don't care what your reason is, I just want to make a deal with you."

Luo Zijun drank the half-cold coffee in front of him in one gulp.

When Mr. Luo was impatient with the conversation, he even had the patience to sip coffee.

"I'll help you find out what you want. You give up the house. Of course, the compensation will definitely not lose you."

Luo Zijun put on his coat and walked straight away, leaving a sentence at the door: "I am afraid of trouble, Zhuang Shihuai, when will you tell the truth, and when will we negotiate a deal."

A few days later, there was no movement from Zhuang Shihuai's side. Luo Zijun thought he had given up, but he didn't expect to receive a call from this man again this morning, saying that he wanted to discuss the deal seriously.

Why is this person so blind to talk about things during the Chinese New Year?Luo Zijun rolled his eyes: "Okay, I'll treat you as New Year's greetings."

Since you are here to pay New Year's greetings, you can't do it empty-handed, so Zhuang Shihuai packed a trunk full of things and came here in a mighty manner.There is everything for food, drink and entertainment. It is said that it was brought back by air from the United States. Regardless of whether their business can be negotiated or not, they were originally intended to be given to him.

Luo Zijun accepted without hesitation, and took him directly to the balcony to talk, leaving Xu Chen and Li Liang in the living room to prepare the dinner for the evening.

Zhuang Shihuai took out a cigarette and asked him if he smoked, but Mr. Luo refused. After all, he was obsessed with the health preservation of the elderly.

Fortunately, this time Zhuang Shihuai didn't go around the bush, and said bluntly: "I'm negotiating a deal with you. I need something. It's in your ancestral house, but I don't know where it is."

"what."

"A prescription should be useless to you, but I need it very much."

When Zhuang Shihuai said this, his tone was a little stiff, and for a moment, Luo Zijun even believed that he had cut his heart out, as if there was a rather complicated story hidden behind the prescription, bloody and tearful and a little helpless, if If he doesn't help, he is not a human being.

It's a pity that Luo Zijun has not been a human being for a long time: "You don't know where I can find it? Or do you want me to dig the house three feet?"

Zhuang Shihuai's expression in the next second was a bit weird, like surprise and a little funny: "It seems that you really don't know anything, do you know what the ancestors of the Zhuang family did?"

Luo Zijun thought to himself, no one told me how I would know, and when I went to the archives, it said businessman, where should I ask someone.

Zhuang Shi hugged the collar of his coat, let out a breath of white air, and seeing that Luo Zijun didn't answer, he continued, "Have you heard of Gewusi?"

"Extending knowledge lies in investigating things, and knowing things after investigating things." It was specially used by ancient Chinese Confucianism to study the "principle of things". Meaning, in fact, it is not,

Cheng Yi, a scholar of the Song Dynasty, said that "the style is still poor, and the things are like the theory, and the reason is just poor", that is, it is useless for you to know the principle of one thing. ;

Wang Yangming of the later generation also said: "Things where the mind is located are called things; the character is right."

Gewusi is a technology research and development department, but everything made by Gewusi has a soul, which changes according to the heart of the maker.

Zhuang Shihuai nodded: "Strictly speaking, there was a Yanjia master in your ancestor who belonged to Gewusi. I believe you should be familiar with Yanjia. My ancestor was a retainer of your family, so I have two copies left by my ancestors before." The diary that came down has a little record of your ancestor's work."

The man took out a stack of A4 typescripts from his arms, probably something like a copy, and handed it to Luo Zijun.

"Look carefully, there is also a person mentioned in this diary, who was the pharmacist of Gewusi back then. According to the diary, he seems to be a warlock. It seems to have a relationship with your ancestor. What I want is what he left behind. A prescription."

Yanjia and pharmaceuticals.

Luo Zijun was startled, and suddenly thought of the fragments that appeared in his dreams before, in the dark compartment, and the large medicine cabinet. There is a vague story about to emerge from such a patchwork. Of course, Zhuang Shihuai doesn't know yet. Regarding this matter, Mr. Luo collected his mind and took the stack of copies calmly.

"I can help you, but you have to do me a favor, I want to find someone."

"What's the use of looking for someone like the police looking for me, unless you're looking for a dead man from 1000 years ago."

Luo Zijun sneered: "How do you know about the archives bureau? Then it shouldn't be difficult for me to ask your archives bureau to check things for me."

Zhuang Shihuai choked, and the two old foxes came and went to test each other for a long time. In this round, Teacher Luo won.

In just ten minutes, Zhuang Shihuai had already lit a second cigarette, but he didn't smoke, the cigarette was burning between his fingers, and the ash fell into the disposable paper cup.

"Can I have an ashtray?"

"No, cigarettes are not allowed in my house."

Dudu was playing flying chess with Xu Chen, Xu Zhiyuan and Li Liang in the living room, Luo Zijun turned his face and looked at him quietly through the glass.

Zhuang Shihuai asked, "Help him find it?"

Luo Zijun: "Yes."

"I'll try my best. If it takes too long, it won't be easy to find. I can't guarantee it."

"You do your best."

Zhuang Shihuai's eyes flicked back and forth between Luo Zijun and the child for a long time, and suddenly he smiled knowingly, stubbed out the cigarette butt and was about to leave, turned around, met the eyes of the other little wolf cub, and stared straight at his hairy body.

"Who is that?"