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I didn't know Xie Yuchen personally, but he was obviously an important person, because Huang Yan left early the next morning.

It was a farewell without saying goodbye, but he was kind enough to save breakfast, and he didn't care about the last one who didn't play.

In fact, for people like them, getting along with me is probably completely different from ordinary life.

On that day, I went to various shops to collect things, and those people were probably looking for Zhang Rishan's sake.But I can also see that they don't take me seriously.

Among them is a bronze ware, the bronze buckle decoration of the two leopards fighting pigs of the Huns.The appearance is good in all aspects, there is only one problem, that is, there are two small sections.

It is actually not profitable to buy bronze wares in the current market, because the domestic crackdown has been particularly tight recently.But this thing is indeed a good thing. I thought that it would not disappoint if I bought it at a lower price and kept it in the Crescent Hotel.

The person who made the move was Zhou Jianhang, a well-known broker in Northwest China.

He is in his forties, with a back-cut hair and a height of about 1.7 meters. You can see the strong muscles under the suit.

This person is very elegantly dressed, but the temperament he occasionally exudes is still very Northwest.

I shook his hand, and the rough and callused position made me suspect that this man might have been a Tufuzi as well.

"Xie Yuchen? His family fortune is huge," Zhou Jianhang offered me a cigarette, but I declined, "Let's talk about tens of billions less."

Tens of billions?There is a flower in front of my eyes.

"The storage and protection of cultural relics in their family is second to none in China," Zhou Jianhang exhaled. "It's a pity that they are young, in their thirties. But this is what it is like to do this business."

He looked at me with squinted eyes and smiled, "Does Miss Xiaomo have this awareness?"

This kind of smile is superficially kind but conceals contempt.

I could only smile wryly, "I'm just running errands for the big boss, how can I have such a high awareness."

"I heard that Ms. Mo is not in good health. Even if you are in poor health, running errands is hard work." Zhou Jianhang leaned forward and lowered his voice, "Is it... amnesia?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help showing surprise on my face.

I did go to the hospital once when I came to Beijing, but the doctor said that my brain was damaged organically, so they had no safe way to help me restore my memory.

In addition, I mentioned it to the boy who was chasing me.

"Don't be nervous, if it makes you feel uncomfortable, just pretend I didn't say anything." Zhou Jianhang showed a polite and apologetic smile, as if he really cared.

I said, "Ah, it's okay, it's been a long time haha, and it doesn't have any effect."

"I have a relative who works in the hospital," he poured me tea. "Yesterday I heard that you were coming, so I checked it out out of curiosity. You don't mind?"

I blinked, "What do I care about? You are very knowledgeable, if you are willing to help me, that would be great."

Zhou Jianhang laughed twice, "I dare not talk nonsense about such things."

I knew in my heart that this person must know something.Hastily and pitifully chased after a few more words, and then raised the purchase price, Zhou Jianhang finally said.

It turned out that he had known a Mr. Yin and Yang during these years in the Northwest.The man didn't really know magic, but only some molds of evangelistic practices.

In the 90s, a group of tomb robbers dug up a coffin, the bottom was poured with iron, and the coffin and cover were made of hemlock.They invited seven or eight local geomancers, and they didn't know why they insisted on doing things for the ancient coffin.

This kind of situation is rare, because Mr. Yin and Yang in the industry are more or less familiar faces, and with so many people, it is inevitable that there will be old grudges and conflicts, not to mention that most of them are liars.

At that time, his friend felt very strange when he went there. Although there are many southern hemlocks, it is unheard of for fir coffins to have iron bottoms.

Besides, this thing is so heavy, why do these people drag the coffin out?

But the prices offered by those tomb robbers were really high, so I set up a venue together with other gentlemen right now.

As a result, something went wrong.No one expected that during the entire ceremony, the native mouse who paid the money suddenly violently injured people, and was about to hit the coffin by knocking down his companion with a fire-gun.

One of these yin and yang gentlemen was a little bit capable. I don't know what kind of talisman he had pasted on it, but he was able to calm down that crazy person.

Zhou Jianhang's friend was taken aback, but seeing that the scene was under control, he couldn't help but think about it. He felt that it was probably a joint performance by this colleague and that local mouse.

As a result, there are fewer local masters who share the wealth, and the reputation of Mr. Yin Yang is also great.

In fact, he guessed very close to ten, but naturally no one would say such a thing at the time.

Just when everyone thought it was all right, the old-fashioned fire-gun suddenly went off and hit the hemlock with a shuttle.

The corpses in the coffin rotted to form methane gas, and the sparks exploded at once.

The molten iron was poured on the bottom and shattered, the tomb robber and the person who stuck the talisman were directly killed, and all Mr. Yin Yang who survived the scene all suffered from amnesia.

Almost all the memory loss in the first or second year of joining the industry is very bizarre.

But at that time, because the place where the ashram was built was a forest behind a village, the fire was not easy to extinguish, and after the fire was over, we couldn't find what was in the coffin, so there was no clue.

Zhou Jianhang said that he later heard that most of the gentlemen who were present at that time had changed careers, or they had starved to death, because the first two years of entering the industry were the most sophisticated period of deception.

"What about your friend?" I followed his lead and asked.

"The last time I saw him was half a year ago," Zhou Jianhang revealed a look of reminiscence. "At that time, when he came back from Tibet, I was shocked when I saw him, because this kid actually became a monk."

Mr. Yin Yang has entered Buddhism, which is a bit interesting.

"He said that his amnesia was cured by a Tibetan doctor. They had a kind of magical Tibetan incense. He slept in the incense and he was fine."

After Zhou Jianhang finished speaking, he smiled and shook his head, "Tibetan medicine is somewhat miraculous, but this story is at most a legend. If Miss Mo is interested, just look for it, but don't take it too seriously."

I know that this story is probably more than half false from the time the coffin exploded, and maybe he didn't even have such a friend at all.

Still, I am very grateful.In the end, the copper buckle was still not accepted, so I had to ask Zhang Rishan again for the price.

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"You can go home now." Zhang Rishan said.

I froze for a moment, "But the goods from Zhou Jianhang..."

"This person is tricky, I will find someone to follow up," Zhang Rishan looked at me, "Nanfeng will come back tomorrow morning, she said you can stay if you want."

I shook my head as soon as I heard that the natives were coming back.Never want to see them face to face again.

When discussing business with Zhou Jianhang before, I always felt that I was about to bite into this piece of meat.But I also know that if I feel this way several times, then the other party is probably catching me, and it is indeed the most appropriate time to withdraw.

"Where's Shen Qiong?" I still remember the purpose of my coming.

"She is safe and has been sent home," Zhang Rishan said, "I will call you in the evening."

I curled my lips, thinking that I really used people as tools and didn't talk about friendship at all.

"President Zhang, if you need me in the future, or if you are bored, you can call me directly." I still acted obediently, "I will report to you when I arrive at school." clatter."

Zhang Rishan nodded, looking at me for a moment, his eyes seemed to pass through my soul.

————Wu Xie’s perspective—————

Medog was the last battlefield where I accepted the encirclement and suppression.

I walked alone in the snowy wind with a jug of wine in my mouth, and the next second, someone grabbed my jaw from behind, and the knife slashed across my neck.

At that moment, I felt hot blood gushing out of the broken throat.

The carotid artery must have been ruptured because the artery is located further outside the neck than the vein.Cutting the throat and rupture of the larynx and trachea alone will not cause death in a short time.

The young man in the white down jacket looked at me coldly.

The Wang family's killer would not make such a mistake, he wants to confirm my death.

With the last of my strength, I stood up clutching my neck and rolled backwards into the cliff.

At that moment, the heavy snow was still flying like it was back then.

It's just that no one will jump off a 30-meter cliff to rescue me, and no one will cover the back of my head during the fall.

I didn't feel how I landed, because the saffron toxin mixed in the spirits in mid-air had already started to work.

Before my blood dries up, my heartbeat has become very slow, and the wound on my neck almost condenses into a scab due to the low temperature in a few seconds.

It was a kind of near-death and floating sleep, but it was able to keep the dying person alive.

In that cloud-like ambiguity, I saw a lot of people walking by in front of me, including Amo.

I looked at her back, she was still the little Huang Rong who fascinated me back then, and I had become a person who relied on my demons.

Maybe it's all my wishful thinking, she never was.

But I'm really glad she's gone, she's given up all her secrets and me, and she has a safe rest of her life.

I didn't make a sound, I wanted to watch every step she took.Because I always followed other people's backs, but she never gave me a chance to say goodbye.

Amo walked slowly, and the snow was hanging on her hair, shining brightly.

Suddenly a feeling of extreme uneasiness welled up in my heart, which urged me to catch up.

But I've been chasing it for too long, and I'm afraid I won't be able to catch it if I don't catch it.

The wind suddenly became very strong at some point, Amo staggered back half a step, and stood still.

She knelt down slowly.

I looked up suddenly, and saw the snow-white end, the snow-capped mountains covered with golden sunlight.I am so familiar with that snow-capped mountain. When I first came here, I also saw a person kneeling down devoutly.

They radiate golden light and holy breath, and smell of death.

But Amo didn't kowtow, she held up a handful of snow, and sang a melodious but hard to hear song.

She got up and sang and danced around, and I saw names formed where she stepped.

Is this what I expected?I thought to myself, but really gradually relaxed.

Amo poured the handful of snow into the ravine that came out.

All the names were burned up.

The flame was as tall as a person, and it jumped up all of a sudden, and I couldn't help but take half a step back.Amo applauded and cheered.

she laughed.It's still the kind of clean smile, the silly smile I used when I was innocent.

Amo looked at the snow mountain and stepped into the fire.The hand I stretched out to stop her was easily passed through.

Amo's back was ignited, and the flames soared into the sky like a shooting star on a snow-white curtain.However, every step is a kindling, like a lotus growing at every step, and the snow field is gradually burning up behind him.

This place, where even fire can freeze, was burned into a sea of ​​flames by several names.

My heart suddenly trembled.

I realized I was laughing.It turns out that the happiness I thought before was all fake, but now I realize that there is a bag of tears in that "joy".

Tears are the remorse and guilt I once had, the involuntary feeling after entering the game, and the incongruity after falling into the devil.

I stopped, watched her singing and dancing, and let myself laugh.

Obsessions that cannot be let go, fate, inner demons, do you know that after my passion, innocence and rest of my life have burned through the entire cold winter, they are already waiting for me at the end.

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When I got back to school, Li Chuaner hugged me for 5 minutes. The people next to me thought I had encountered Lily's confession and surrounded me, so she smiled and told me that she thought I would never come back.

I said, why can't I come back when I go to a part-time job, does dad look like such a disloyal person?

But no matter how you say it, it is still very happy that someone is looking forward to my safe return.But Li Chuan'er has a nose-up face, so I can't praise her.

"Hurry up and bring the snacks and melons that you put in front of my black and white photo," I commanded, "Don't deny it, I know you can do this."

"No! The cherries I just bought are intended to be eaten by you in a day!"

There was a lot of noise, and I lay panting on the bed I hadn't seen for a long time, thinking how good it is to be alive.

"Momo," Li Chuaner seemed quite happy, "You look much better than before."

than before?I actually recalled it before I remembered that I was broken in love before.

So is it true that no matter how much you like it, you will gradually forget it?

Seeing that I didn't speak, Li Chuan'er thought that she had poked my heart again, so she quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, there is a survey going out next week. I don't know how your funds are doing recently, and I haven't signed up for you yet."

I was taken aback, "Where did you go?"

"Sichuan," Li Chuaner said, "go to Tibet."

The author has something to say:

All archaeological knowledge is my nonsense.

For the medicinal use of Tibetan Sea Flowers, refer to Baima.

The intention of igniting the name is given to all the hard-blooded ricers.

On the way to regain memory.