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"You're a quick learner," Zhang Rishan took a sip of tea, "but the most important thing in the antique business is experience, and observation is not enough."

"Tomorrow, I will take you to see all kinds of collections that are open to the public at the Crescent Hotel. Go to collect the goods at five o'clock in the afternoon. You will pay for the fake ones. If you take them in, you will pay off the debt."

I have a headache.

Observation is a bit of talent plus acquired training, and he learned quickly because he learned that Wu Xie was a tomb robber and took a class in the Department of Archeology.

But if I collect things based on this little experience, I probably have to pay for it.

Are my instincts really wrong?Or is there some hidden message I haven't found?

The old-fashioned row buildings of the Crescent Hotel are very grand. It is said that the roof tiles were all removed one by one from the large courtyard that had to be demolished.

I followed Zhang Rishan to the house where I lived, and asked as I walked, "President, what did you say about the knife the day I came?"

Zhang Rishan paused slightly, "That knife is made of black gold, rare in the world, it can cut iron like mud for a thousand years, but not everyone can use it."

The load-bearing columns on the second floor are all made of high-quality wood. I looked at them a few times and felt that some of them had been rubbed out by the people coming and going.

Generally speaking, the houses of that era mostly used walls for heavy loads. The biggest advantage of using pillars is that they can save space, and you can build the walls inside however you want.

"As for the previous owner of the knife," Zhang Rishan didn't want to hide it from me, "you can ask Huang Yan, I'm not good at telling stories."

When it comes to Huang Yan, I have a headache.

At first, I saw that he didn't really want to settle accounts with me. I thought he might not be a bad person, so I begged him to tell me about his boss.

Then this bastard started begging, asking me, a disabled girl, to pay for information, otherwise I would be paid for work.

Yesterday I stood up and resisted, thinking that even if this gangster bastard wanted to fight with me, I would admit it, so I picked up the rolling pin and was blown away by a brain.

In the end, this man told me like a grandpa, I'm hungry, let's order some noodles.

I call you sick.Slam the door and leave.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Zhang Rishan turned around, "What, did you quarrel?"

Can you stop simplifying the physical conflict with such a friendly word!

He looked at me with a flat mouth, showed a clear face, and began to narrate.

Zhang Rishan is indeed not a very good storyteller, and it is difficult for people to empathize.

But the connection technique he used when telling the past is unusual, and it is very easy for me to remember it.

In this story, apart from Wu Xie, the protagonist also has a man named Zhang Qiling.

As early as Huang Yan's mouthless erosion, the boundary between the gentle and funny Guan Gen and the gloomy and neurotic Wu Xie in my heart has gradually blurred.

Now it seems that the person at the center of the real mystery is Zhang Qiling.Wu Xie's fate was entangled with him, so he embarked on this path today.

"I'm not familiar with Wu Xie. But there are two mainstream rumors about this matter."

Another kind?Do you still care about rumors?Aren't you the CCTV of Nine Gates?

Zhang Rishan glanced at me, and continued to say calmly: "The second theory is that Wu Xie fell in love with a woman when he experienced those things before."

……

a bolt from the blue.

However, it also made me suddenly realize.

It seems... I am not wronged if I lose?

Looking down from the second floor, the pattern of Yuhua stone agate on the ground of the garden-style first floor is really beautiful.This kind of gravel road is watered by a man every day.

Two young girls in pink and black classic clothes walked across the path with small steps. The one in front was holding what seemed to be a ledger, and the one in the back looked up at me.

I think she looks familiar.

"So," I said with mixed feelings, "Is Zhang Qiling a woman?"

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The smell of pepper wafts from the kitchen.

I opened the door and saw Huang Yan frying green peppers and red peppers, pinching his nose and saying, "I'm going out to ask for leave with the president, and a classmate came to Beijing to look for me."

Huang Yan turned his head and narrowed his eyes, "If you didn't tell me earlier, I'm already fucking cooking."

"...You did it, will you give it to me?" I looked at him suspiciously, "If you save the meal, I will come back to eat it. The prices in Beijing are too expensive."

Huang Yan hehe, took a spatula and said, "Bring ginger back."

I answered absent-mindedly, still muttering in my heart.

Isn't Zhang Qiling really a woman?

I walked out the door full of doubts, and then realized that I had to worry about my own shit.

The boy who had been chasing me for a while came to Beijing, because I had been in contact with Li Chuaner, so he asked someone and went directly to this place to ask me out.

There are very few people in the park in the middle of the street during the day. The season of falling leaves has just arrived, and there is a thin layer on the ground, which is very artistic when the wind blows.

I saw that boy stepping on fallen leaves from a distance. This childish and vital behavior touched my nerves, and the phantom limb was throbbing with long-lasting memories.

"You're here!" He was very happy to see me.

I had no choice but to greet him with a smile, and after the greetings, I asked, "Why are you here?"

"Hey, it's really nothing." He scratched his head, "It's just on the way. Are you busy recently?"

Busy, I thought.

Last time I said I was not busy, this guy said he would treat me to dinner, but that Russian restaurant ate up my living expenses for half a month.After all, I can't really let a boy from an ordinary well-off family invite me at that price, but it's really bloody to pay by myself.

"There's been a lot going on lately," I said, "How are you doing?"

He listened to my questions, his spirits improved again, and he told a lot of recent experiences.From international politics to king-glory.

In fact, I quite like this kind of boy, sunny and clean, sometimes noisy.

It's a pity that an old dog took my heart away early.

I was in a trance for a while, and realized that when I thought about Wu Xie again, I no longer had the suffocating feeling of being stripped of my soul before.

The boy suddenly stopped talking.I turned my head to look at him suspiciously. He opened his mouth and quickly reached out and pulled a leaf from the top of my head.

That kind of light movement made me involuntarily stunned.

Because the atmosphere is really good, there is no one around, nature and fireworks are mixed together in the park, just good enough to...

"No, it's okay," he laughed, feeling a little embarrassed, and then quickly restrained himself, pulling the corners of his mouth tight, "Well...cough, Cheng Momo, there is something I've wanted to say to you for a long time."

Not good, I thought.

"I like you."

He seemed to suddenly muster up his courage. It was hard to say whether the boyish spirit was nervous and afraid of losing or determined to win, "I like you, will you be my girlfriend?"

……

I looked at him silently, thought for a while, and then sat down on the bench beside me.

"I want to ask you something," I tried to keep my tone steady, "I know a person who lost her relatives in an accident when she was 17 years old. She also lost two years of memory and a right calf. Because of her memory and personality, she A bit distorted, superficially glamorous, in fact, it often leads a very chaotic life."

I asked, "What do you think of her?"

The boy didn't quite understand, and thought for a long time, "Is this... your friend or what you're talking about?"

"It's not a friend," I looked at the ground, "it's just an acquaintance."

"I think she is quite pitiful. She has amnesia and amputation... She is very desperate." The boy shook his head. "Living like this is just living. You are different from her. I know that you are very good at living and doing meaningful things. You are like a little sun..."

I looked at him, waited for him to swallow the words gradually, and then slowly said: "This person is me."

He looked disbelieving.

I touched my right leg, rolled up my pants in front of him, and removed the prosthetic.

"Usually it does not affect the movement, but the force should not be excessive," I said, "Can you accept it?"

"...What, what?" He didn't seem to be able to react yet.

I took a deep breath, "Can you accept me like this?"

Just for a moment, looking at his expression, I knew it.

This is not the last blow, I thought masochistically, do you know what is the average life expectancy of such disabled people in China? 55 years old.

"..."

He seemed to say something in a low voice, which I couldn't catch, "What did you say?"

"...I said, if it was Guan Gen," the boy paused, "would you still say that?"

I laughed, and at the same time I was a little surprised that I could take it with complete equanimity.

"Yes," I said, "he knows it all, but I'll say it a little worse."

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I don't know if Huang Yan left me a meal, but he seemed to have returned to his room when he went back.I didn't open the refrigerator, and went directly to bed to sleep for a while.

At this moment I had three nightmares in succession.

The first one was after refusing to confess, the boy suddenly turned into Huang Yan, chasing after me to flick my forehead.

The second one is that I met Zhang Qiling - I don't know why but I just identified her as Zhang Qiling, and then she turned around with long hair and she was a man.

The third painting style changed suddenly. I was chased by Huang Yan and met Zhang Qiling, and then we all started running for some reason.Huang Yan died suddenly while running. I was shocked, but I couldn't see what was chasing us.Then Zhang Qiling pushed me away with a tiger pounce, and he also died.

After I had the nightmare, I didn't want to get up, so I just lay there holding the quilt with my eyes open.

Slowly, for no reason, tears formed small puddles on the bed sheet. I sniffed, and then I heard someone knock on the door a few times.

"Don't sleep!" Huang Yan's voice sounded, "Go and collect your clothes!"

... Gan.

Didn't you pass away? I was annoyed, Wu Xie was gone, leaving behind a fucking annoying buddy.

Speaking of which, Wu Xie didn't dream about it just now.

After knocking a few more times, the door became quiet.I thought Huang Yan was gone too, and at the same time I relaxed, an inexplicable feeling of abandonment welled up in my heart.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the door was unscrewed open.

I was caught off guard. Judging from Huang Yan's expression, he was also surprised at my half-dead appearance, and was stunned for a while.

I felt too ashamed, so I turned over and wrapped myself in the quilt.

"...I boiled the water," Huang Yan said after a while, "How about you...?"

I was almost laughed at by this standard straight man's speech, but there were only some broken sounds in my throat.

Huang Yan didn't understand what was going on with me, so he didn't move after speaking, and the room was very quiet for a moment.

I was in a daze, half asleep, half awake, half crying, half laughing. It felt like maybe ten minutes later, my mood finally recovered a lot, so I slowly pulled off the quilt.

As soon as I showed my head, I saw Huang Yan sitting beside my bed, the expression on his face made me startled.

It was a completely different expression from his usual one, relaxed but a little tired, eager and a little hopeful.

I blinked, before I could confirm that my head suddenly hurt, "Ah..."

Huang Yan withdrew my hand, and said righteously: "I told you to bring ginger, but you didn't. Napkins cost two yuan a piece. Wipe my nose."

"...Be yourself!"

I rushed out of the room angrily, only to find that the TV was on, and there was a box of stewed soup on the coffee table, with a piece of cake beside it.

"Do you want to eat?" Huang Yan asked, "Wipe your nose first."

I doubted for two seconds, not knowing whether I should be moved, "...Give it to me?"

"The little girl with a slow voice gave it to me," Huang Yan seemed a little proud, "It's a pity that I have eaten it, and I don't like sweets."

Slow voice is the one with the best hearing in the New Moon Hotel. I have met her while working beside Yin Nanfeng.

"I eat and I eat, woo woo woo, Brother Huang Yan, you are so kind."

I have known for a long time that my face is something outside of me, not to mention fighting wits and courage with bastards, and now I don't need to change my face for a second.

He grinned, "But children who haven't wiped their noses are not allowed to eat."

When I flipped over and pulled out two napkins and landed on the sofa, a text message popped up on Huang Yan's cell phone.

I glanced at it and froze.

That sentence is very short, but the meaning is extremely clear.

"Xie Yuchen died suddenly."

The author has something to say:

This is the end of the transitional period, it is still easy to write if I find out (狗头)

Li Cu: Wu Xie, are you sick?

Here is the first day that Sha Hai and Xie Yuchen faked his death.