reverse travel

In front of a dying person, Gao Qiong can make up random stories and talk to him, but if someone else shows up, they can no longer stay here.

"We are not foreigners, we are here to track down the whereabouts of cultural relics." Gao Qiong said quickly, "We want to find the treasures bought by foreigners one by one."

Ou Qing was stunned.

Gao Qiong grabbed Zhang Xiao's neck and dragged him away.There is also a passage behind the wall of the altar, leading to the kitchen behind.Gao Qiong walked out quickly, but didn't go far.He pressed Zhang Xiao's head and squatted down with him, motioning him to keep quiet.Both held their breaths, listening to the voices in the room.

Ou Qing walked out of the house, and could vaguely hear him talking to someone in the courtyard.

With the distance between them, Zhang Xiao gradually calmed down, and then dared to ask Gao Qiong: "You have told Ou Qing so many things, what if he tells others?"

"I don't know." Gao Qiong said, "I'm not omniscient, so how do I know that there will be someone coming from behind?"

Zhang Xiao was very worried: "Won't we change history by doing this? It's written like this in movies and novels. Have you seen "The Butterfly Effect"? It's pretty good, but after the protagonist goes back to the past and changes his experience to the future Earth-shaking changes have also taken place. You have told Ou Qing so much, if he tells others, and others tell others, then our future will be completely changed. Maybe... maybe you and I are gone , the cultural management committee does not exist, and our parents don’t know each other. It’s 1918 now... I don’t know if things will happen later. Do you remember the Marco Polo Bridge Incident? 37 years or 38 years? ..."

"Stop." Gao Qiong interrupted him, "Why do you look like Yuan Yiwei?"

Zhang Xiao stopped resentfully, but after a short pause, he couldn't help but say again: "Gao Qiong, have you really read the staff rules, disciplinary norms and confidentiality clauses of the Cultural Management Committee? Are treasures not to be touched? Who wrote the piece of paper on the jade bottle with dragon patterns and live rings? It was specifically written to tell you not to touch it, but you still touched it... Do you have a bad memory, and you can’t remember even after reading the rules and regulations? ? I can recite it to you, or we can study together, you will be able to memorize it soon after learning with me. I am actually pretty good at memorizing, and 60 points is not a problem..."

Gao Qiong pinched his nose.

Zhang Xiao choked for a moment.

"You are too annoying." Gao Qiong let go, "I didn't watch it, I can't remember, no one cares about me."

Sure enough, it was quite unorganized and undisciplined... But Zhang Xiao felt that this Gao Qiong seemed to be more mysterious than before, and his curiosity about him skyrocketed to dozens of levels.

He covered his nose, moved a little distance, and continued to whisper: "Aren't you a relative of Director Ying? He doesn't care about you?"

Gao Qiong frowned, his eyes didn't fall on him at all, he just raised a finger to signal him not to speak.

The two people talked very quietly, and since they both had good hearing, they had been paying attention to the movement in the courtyard.When Gao Qiong raised his fingers, Zhang Xiao also stopped talking. He heard the sound of scuffling in the courtyard.

The conversation between Ou Qing and the visitor didn't seem to go well.

"Let go!" He yelled hoarsely, but the long-sick man was weak and could not break free.

"Consumption ghost..." the man whispered.

Ou Qing screamed, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Zhang Xiao was taken aback, subconsciously wanted to rush out, but was grabbed by Gao Qiong.

"He's injured!" Zhang Xiao looked at Gao Qiong in disbelief, "Go and help him..."

"No need." Gao Qiong forcefully pulled him back to his side, "He will indeed die today."

Zhang Xiao was still struggling in his hand: "But didn't he die of illness? He is being..."

"Now we have figured it out, Ou Qing is dead, but not from illness." Gao Qiong said, "Don't move, I don't want to knock you out."

Zhang Xiao's movements gradually stopped.Both of them were silent, listening vaguely to the intermittent groans and cries of pain in the courtyard.

As if he couldn't bear the silence, Gao Qiong actually spoke first: "You said that you can't change the past."

"I know."

"Someone will come here tomorrow to clean up Ou Qing's body. He will definitely die today. The note seems to be placed behind the statue. We will look for it later." Gao Qiong said, "This is work."

"I know."

Zhang Xiao was still squatting, rubbing his shoulders.Gao Qiong grabbed him too hard when he came back just now, and his shoulders are now aching.But compared with this kind of pain, the consternation in Zhang Xiao's heart made him even more at a loss.

This is work.It really is work.When Gao Qiongyuan and Yiwei went back to the past on a mission before, would they also watch such things from the sidelines?He remembered that even if they went back to the past, they couldn't get in touch with the people in the past, and the resentment disappeared, but he soon realized that because they couldn't get in touch with the people in the past, they would even stand aside and watch similar things happen. things happen.

Zhang Xiao also felt that she was annoying.

"... You will get used to it in the future." Gao Qiong said in a stiff tone, "It's like being a doctor. You will get used to seeing life and death a lot."

It took Zhang Xiao a while to realize that this man was comforting himself.

The beatings in the courtyard did not last long.When the visitor left, Zhang Xiao and Gao Qiong immediately went through the house and went to the yard to find Ou Qing.

Ou Qing was beaten so badly that she couldn't get up and could only lie on the ground.One of his hands was twisted into a strange shape, blood was all over his face, and he coughed non-stop as soon as he opened his mouth, thick blood sprayed on the ground.

He didn't seem to be in pain, and even smiled when he saw Zhang Xiao and Gao Qiong.

It's just that it's even scarier to laugh.

"You said... You said you snatched the baby back from foreigners, is that true?" Ou Qing asked Gao Qiong.

Gao Qiong squatted down and got as close to him as possible: "It's true."

Ou Qing seemed to know that these two people would not save him, or that his death was approaching, so he didn't beg.

"The one who beat me up was Marshal Liu's people... They also want notes, they want treasures... But I don't like to give them, ha... You guys, go to Dong Hutong, Dongjixiang Hutong... find someone named Tan Qiying " Ou Qing said intermittently, "If you find him...you will find the notes."

"Okay." Gao Qiong immediately stood up, "Let's go."

Zhang Xiao stood there without moving.The dried persimmon caught by him was rolling at his feet, and Ou Qing was curled up under the tree, panting and moaning.

"Zhang Xiao, come here, let's go." Gao Qiong called back to him again.

This is the first time Gao Qiong called him like this, telling him to come to his side.Zhang Xiao moved slowly, and said "I'm sorry" when passing by Ou Qing.

The dejected, bruised cultural relic dealer laughed hoarsely.Blood choked in from his throat, and he started coughing violently after a few laughs.

Zhang Xiao didn't dare to look back.He walked past Gao Qiong, went straight through the half-closed door, and came to the alley.

The rain is still falling, it seems to be a little heavier than before.Dense, thin rain fell from the sky, entwining the world.

Zhang Xiao took a few steps and looked back at Gao Qiong.Gao Qiong followed behind him, his eyebrows twitched: "What's wrong?"

"You lied to him." Zhang Xiao said in a low voice, "As you said, Ou Qing's cultural relics are not for sale to foreigners, so how could the things in his notes fall into the hands of foreigners? How do you get them back?"

"It's true that he doesn't sell to foreigners, but the cultural relics are passed around, and some of them will definitely end up in the hands of foreigners." Gao Qiong said, "But I did lie to him. The responsibility of the cultural management committee is to discover traces of cultural relics from the past. It’s not our job to find it or not, how to find it.”

"What do you mean?"

"It is to know where those treasures are hidden and who bought them. What we need to figure out is these contents." Gao Qiong's patience is rare, "The subsequent things are not in our control. For example, this time, after we found the notes , the notes will be handed over to the library. The things in the notes have nothing to do with us.”

Zhang Xiao stood silently for a while, then turned around and continued walking.

Gao Qiong reluctantly followed.

There are not many people in the cultural management committee who can go out to work, and before Zhang Xiao came, Gao Qiong was a newcomer.He had never taken a newcomer out before, and he had never experienced Zhang Xiao's complicated emotional changes when Yuan Yiwei and Zhou Sha took him out of the field.

Zhang Xiao was at a loss, and Gao Qiong was also at a loss.

The two walked one after the other for a while, Gao Qiong looked at Zhang Xiao's back, and suddenly thought of something, so he quickly walked a few steps and grabbed Zhang Xiao.

"Change clothes." He said, "Tan Qiying is not dead, we can't see him like this."

The two of them had no money to use, Gao Qiong thought that there were no people in Jixiang Hutong, so he simply climbed over the wall and entered a house, and rummaged through other people's suitcases to wear.

Zhang Xiao asked: "Is there really no problem if we tamper with other people's things like this? The butterfly effect..."

"Stop the butterfly effect." Gao Qiong threw a cotton coat to him, "There are not so many butterfly effects. The future will not be changed so easily. Key people and key events are the reasons for history to change. "

"You are very idealistic." Zhang Xiao said, "Have you ever passed the Sixiu exam?"

"what?"

Zhang Xiao put it another way: "Have you ever studied Marxist materialism? Do you often fail your exams?"

Gao Qiong stood up and threw Zhang Xiao another dog fur hat.

"I haven't heard of it, something." He put another hat on his head, "I mean, history already exists, so the time nodes and events that make history change also exist. Neither of us Such a large ability to change these key nodes, do you understand? A war that already exists will definitely happen. So when Army A enters the field, there are two more soldiers, and when Army B enters the field, there are two fewer soldiers. Can it change the fact that the war happened?"

"It can change the outcome of the war." Zhang Xiao retorted. "Originally Army A won, but because Army B's two extra soldiers found a chance to kill General A, Army B won in the end."

"The death of the general does not necessarily affect the outcome of the war." Gao Qiong began to take off his leather jacket and put on a dusty cotton one. "Before the rules of time, everyone is an ant. You understand the truth ?"

It was rare for him to talk so much, his mouth became parched, and he became even more impatient.In the end, after waiting for a while, Zhang Xiao didn't respond to him, and only looked up. Zhang Xiao retreated to the corner at some point, pinching his nose tightly.

Gao Qiong looked down at himself.He doesn't wear much clothes. After taking off his leather jacket, he wears a simple pair of cotton bottoms, navy blue, and a V-neck.

"...What's the matter?" He was really puzzled: Is his skin so attractive?

Zhang Xiaoweng said angrily, "Do you...do you still have inhibitor sugar pills?"

"...there is one last one." Gao Qiong took out a sugar pill from his leather jacket and threw it to him, "Can you work hard?"