Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

The museum is located in Linshan East District, where there is Linshan Port, which was originally the most prosperous place in Linshan.However, later the city government of Laishan City moved westward, including the city center, and the old district gradually declined. Now it has lost its original prosperity, but it is a bit more peaceful than before. According to Zhang Fei, this is a good place to retire place.

Opposite the museum is the most famous square in Linshan City. It has a nice name, Heroes.

The black car approached the museum silently, but did not drive into the main entrance, but stopped at a distance from the entrance.

"If I dare to go in, I will probably be thrown out directly." Holding the steering wheel, Zhang Fei looked sadly at the main entrance of the museum, which was close at hand.

"It should be, but it doesn't rule out the possibility of being beaten by gangs inside." Changsheng made the situation worse.

"Are you taking revenge on me for not asking for leave for Zhan Gui?" Zhang Fei said, "The problem is that I really can't think of a reason why I have to bring a restaurant waiter to visit my home..."

"You think too much, teacher." Changsheng turned to Zhong Cuo with a smile, "Do you want to go with me?"

Looking at the clock, Cuo hesitated, and he added: "There may be clues in it, but I'm not good at this... If you go with me, the chances of finding it will be much higher."

"Go ahead," Zhang Fei sighed, and limply hugged the driver's seat, "Leave poor old dad alone, helpless and lonely~"

"Let's go." Zhong Cuo pushed the car door expressionlessly.

But before getting out of the car, he stopped for a while, glanced at someone who was silently staring at him, sighed, took something out of his pocket and threw it over.

"Ouch, hello~" Xiao Diao screamed and drew a beautiful parabola in the air, which landed in front of Zhang Fei.

"Just in case." Sullenly dropped a sentence, Zhong Cuo walked towards the museum.

Looking at the little ghost's back, Zhang Fei couldn't help but smiled, and slowly picked up the dizzy Xiaohang, and shook his tongue: "Okay, stop pretending, you are a ghost, not a small animal. "

"..." The ghost servant, who wanted to pretend to be stunned to gain a moment of peace, obediently put his tongue back, floated on Zhang Fei's shoulder and stood obediently.

After being with Zhong Cuo for so long, Xiao Diao has fully recognized the reality. Zhang Fei is the one who speaks the most in the family. what he can't do...

... For example, bullying an unlucky little ghost servant?

"Why are you so sad?" Zhang Fei poked the ghost on his shoulder, "Let's go, I'll take you to Heroes Square, which is also a famous scenic spot in Linshan—although almost no one comes."

Indeed, as he said, the huge square was empty, and even the turf was sparsely grown. It was already winter, but the ground did not see much greenery, revealing an atmosphere of decay.

Zhang Fei walked to the middle of the square, where there was a bronze statue erected to commemorate the Battle of Linshan.On the dark base, three portraits in military uniform stood side by side, looking into the distance, with the same firmness on their faces.

A few bouquets of flowers were placed under the base of the bronze statue, already soaked by last night's rain, Zhang Fei carefully avoided the bouquets, walked to the bronze statue, and bowed with palms together.

He actually doesn't like to engage in formalism, but today...

"How? Do you want to come to say goodbye too?" Feeling a little annoyed for no reason, Zhang Fei tried to bring Xiao Ling over to divert his attention, but it was in vain.He pitifully grabbed the hat on Zhang Fei's clothes, hung behind him and said weakly: "Please forgive me, I dare not go over..."

"how?"

"There's... how should I put it," Xiao Diao racked his brains for an adjective, "it's like a Buddha statue."

"Huh? What's going on?" Zhang Fei was curious for a moment, and he took a few steps away and asked the ghost servant out.

"The top is just like those Buddha statues, with a layer of golden light," Xiao Diao explained to him gesticulating, "It's bright and hot, I dare not approach it."

Zhang Fei couldn't help looking at the bronze statue a few more times, but unfortunately he saw nothing but the copper rust.

"But the light has been much weaker." When Zhang Fei inspected it, Xiao Diao whispered behind him, "I remember that this place used to be a restricted area for ghosts, but now I can get so close to it."

"Weak? Why?"

"I don't know," Xiao Diao shook his head, "But I have seen abandoned temples before, and the Buddha statues there are also like this..."

He raised his head and looked at the bronze statue, which was extremely tall for him, his eyes swept over the rusty spots on the bronze statue, and he didn't say any more.

Zhang Fei looked at the bronze statue, and then glanced at the bouquet of flowers under the base of the bronze statue, which had obviously been placed for a long time, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He searched left and right, but couldn't find the flower shop, only an early wild flower among the weeds on one side.He plucked the flower carefully, and pinned it to the bronze statue on tiptoe.

"What do you think?" After finishing, Zhang Fei took two steps back, admiring his achievements.

"I think... that flower, it is full of sincere feelings, full of artistic flavor, which makes people feel extremely shocked..."

"...Come on, needless to say." Zhang Fei sighed, and walked over in a desperate manner, trying to take the flowers down again.

But as soon as he stood on tiptoe, a familiar voice came from behind: "Is it you?"

Zhang Fei froze, and turned his head while maintaining the gesture of raising his hand, breaking out in a cold sweat.

The narrator I just met not long ago was standing behind him. He was holding a bouquet of wild flowers that was more formal than the delicate little wildflower that Zhang Fei put on him. He was staring at Zhang Fei with an unfriendly expression.

After all, someone's current appearance, combined with his previous "bad deeds", definitely does not look like a flower presenter, but more like a troublemaker who intends to scribble...

"That... we meet again." Without thinking about picking flowers, Zhang Fei slowly withdrew his hands, turned around, and faced the narrator with a forced smile.

Only then did he notice that the commentator did not come by himself, and Mr. Lin was still standing beside him.The old man was still wearing the military overcoat, carefully holding the bugle in his arms.

Well, now the active criminal who vandalized the museum has bumped into the enthusiastic and serious narrator of the museum and the veterans who obviously have deep feelings for the museum——Zhang Fei sincerely hopes that the next one is not a mixed doubles of old and young.

Fortunately, the two did not show any hostility. The narrator put the bouquet in his arms under the bronze statue—Zhang Fei noticed that the packaging of the bouquet of flowers in his arms was almost the same as the other bouquets of flowers under the bronze statue—— Then take a few steps back and lift your head.

He quietly stared at the bronze statues in front of him, from their outstretched arms to the deeply engraved word "Hero" on the black stone base.

He was clearly standing in front of Zhang Fei, but for a moment, he felt that the commentator seemed to have gone far away, too far away for him to reach.

That feeling was weird, and Zhang Fei couldn't help but frown.Fortunately, it was only for a moment, and soon, the commentator returned to normal, with a faint smile on his face, making him look like that enthusiastic commentator again.

Zhang Fei was still thinking about his weird performance just now, but his sleeves were suddenly pulled tight.He turned his head and met a pair of vicissitudes but still bright eyes.

Facing the old man Zhang Fei always felt a little uncomfortable, plus the things he was framed before...

"Um... what's the matter? Old Mr. Lin?" Zhang Fei tried to wrestle his sleeve out with a smirk. The old man's hand loosened, but pressed on his shoulder again.

That hand was wrinkled long ago, and the skin was loose, but it was still strong, making Zhang Fei's shoulder ache slightly.

This attitude... doesn't seem like accusing him of destroying the museum, does it?

The old man said something, but his voice was still a bit vague, Zhang Fei couldn't hear clearly, so he could only try to show a serious expression.The old man patted him on the shoulder again, as if satisfied, he smiled, and the wrinkles on his face eased one by one.

He withdrew his hand and looked at Zhang Fei, seemingly in thought for a while.Then, he picked up the bugle in his arms and handed it to Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei was taken aback.

He stretched out his hand cautiously, and took the bugle. The old man smiled and watched him take what he regarded as a treasure, and then patted him on the shoulder, then slowly withdrew his hand, turned and left.

What does it mean?

Even if the old man punched him, it would be more normal than this. Zhang Fei stood there holding the bugle, only feeling that his mind was full of question marks.

"Take it, that's good for you." The commentator's voice came from behind.

"Benefits?" Zhang Fei was at a loss, but the commentator was obviously not interested in explaining. He walked a few steps quickly and passed Zhang Fei, but left a few words when he passed by.

"Thank you," and—

"Feel sorry."