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"It's a corner (something happened), Zhao Shiba's right hand was chopped off by the fourth grandpa!"

"What's the matter? (What's the matter?) Si Grandpa...?"

"Damn! Zhao Shiba brought back a girl. Recently, she's been asking about the dumb Zhang. The fourth grandpa got angry when he saw that she didn't know what to do. He immediately abolished his buddy and took her away."

"Who's that girl from the outside world?"

"I haven't figured it out yet (find out the details), ah, the girl looks charming (beautiful), I'm afraid she was touched by that guy..."

"Talking here and there, I'm not afraid that Si Grandpa will judge your tongue..."

——————Your perspective—————

I looked at the severed hand. Any part of the human body that was separated from the human body looked very strange, like a sleeping creature, and it was a little disgusting.

The chaotic brain was aching from the dazzling red, but it became a little clearer.

I saw the severed hand lying in a pool of blood move suddenly.

At first it was just twitching, and then the stubby fingers bent and straightened quickly, almost bouncing itself off the ground, and crawled towards me for several meters dragging blood all over the ground in a blink of an eye.

Blood splattered all over me, but I couldn't move, or at least didn't realize I should.

Just when it almost jumped in front of my eyes, a blue knife suddenly appeared, pierced through the living hand from top to bottom, and nailed it to the ground.

It took a full two seconds before I looked up and saw the expressionless young man holding the handle of the knife, picking up the severed hand and throwing it aside.

"The nerve endings are not dead," he said.

I didn't hear what he said at all, and I didn't know how long it took to feel my body again.A nausea suddenly rose from my stomach, and I covered my mouth and vomited.

But Zhao Shiba hasn't given me anything since the night before, and there is nothing in my stomach to vomit.I retched for a while, and tears flowed out. Finally, I could only wipe my face and mouth with my sleeve, and turned back to look at them.

The guy's face turned green.He seems to be more afraid of his hand than I am, or because he has lost too much blood, he has begun to roll his eyes.

Soon someone carried him out, and the rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay.

The old man put down the machete, took off the pair of glasses with very thick lenses, looked at the blood stains on them, lowered his head and threw it to the person behind him, "It's mushy."

I looked up and saw a very long scar at the corner of his eye, running from the bridge of his nose to the outer corner of his other eye.He also has a scratch on the white of his eye, and the crystals appear to be a little fuzzy.But apparently he wasn't blind.

He walked up to me slowly, "What's your name?"

I said, "Amo." Actually, I don't remember my name at all.

The old man nodded, "Are you from it?"

what is it?I don't know, but I also don't know if I am.

"Do you remember who I am?" He squatted down, took out a strange claw composed of nine long blades, and stuck it to my face.

The claws are icy and sharp.I didn't speak.He laughed twice, "I don't remember, yes, I don't remember..."

There was a sudden pain on his face, and a cut had already been made.

"Chen Pi Ah Si," the old man said hoarsely, scratching the wound on my face with his rough fingers, "Do you remember?"

Ecstasy, anger, grief, and hatred.

I felt these emotions calmly, numbly, and read: "...Chen Pi Ah Si."

As the name was spoken, a wildfire suddenly ignited in the body of the old man who should have been almost exhausted, and his every move and every expression became like a young and brave beast.

"It's true..." He wiped away the blood on my face, his tone was soft and crazy, "Is it true..."

I came from the mountains, took a piece of cloth with scrawled handwriting, and walked for three months in a daze.

It's a pity that I don't remember anything now, and I can barely make out my own handwriting on the piece of cloth.

At the beginning of the note are three names: Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie, and Fatty Wang.

They said that I asked everyone I met if I knew Zhang Qiling, and I went all the way to Changsha and was caught by Chen Pi Asi's buddies before I was taken to the main market.

"Mute Zhang is my buddy," Chen Pi Asi said, "He is the Zhang Qiling you are looking for."

The young man was expressionless, but he was not deliberately cold, but indifferent.I looked at him and he was cleaning the knife and only looked up at me.

what is it ……hope?What is he hoping for?I showed up because I was looking for him, did I bring those messages with me?

I thought about it for a long time, but I still don't know what happened to me.

"If you are looking for your home and your past, you can stay at Chen's home," Chen Pi Asi also said, "I will deal with everyone who touched you, and with me around, no one will hurt you. He paused, then turned to look at me with a gloomy but peaceful expression, "Do you believe me?"

He seemed to know me. I looked at those eyes that couldn't focus, and I was a little abnormally calm. It seemed that I only had reason and hadn't recovered my emotions yet.He did get rid of those people, and he didn't hurt me.I nodded.

The old man let out a long sigh, held the bloody weapon in one hand, and stroked my hair with the other hand with a force I could hardly feel.

"Are you hungry?" He asked hoarsely, "I'll take you to eat noodles, okay?"

He does know me, I tilted my head to look at him, thought for a long time, nodded and said, "Okay."

That was the first time I met Chen Pi Asi and Dumb Zhang, and I didn't tell them anything about my notes.

After about three or four days, my mood began to recover, and I was shaking physically and having nightmares all day and night.A few times during this period, I rushed into the street like crazy, no one stopped me, but I had no idea where I was going.

The first time Chen Pi Asi found me at the back door of the snack street and gave me a bowl of noodles for me to sit there and finish eating.The second time it took him one night to find me, and I sat on a chair in the police station with my eyes open until dawn, while three junior high school students who had run away from home huddled together and snored on the other side.The last time, I stood at the intersection and hesitated for half an hour before going back and knocking on the door.

Chen Pi Asi opened the door for me, looked at me and smiled, and said, "...Go home?"

I think he seemed to call someone's name before this sentence, but I didn't catch it clearly.

Later, Chen Pi Asi took me to Changsha No. [-] Hospital in person and did almost all possible examinations.If it weren't for the hostility emanating from his body when he cut off the man's hand, I would have thought he was just an ordinary and even patient old man living alone.

The house on the small second floor was very empty, except for the simplest daily necessities, there was not even a TV.The yard is also very empty, with only one root carving table.

I later learned that all the wood and porcelain I saw were hundreds of years old.One night when I was cooking noodles, I accidentally broke a Ming Dynasty bowl.

"The blue-and-white double-happiness bowl of the folk kiln," the fourth grandpa looked at the fragments and then at me, "from Jingdezhen in the Ming Dynasty."

I also looked at the pieces and looked at him, "Then... then, can I glue it back?"

Si Grandpa turned his head and left, I was a little dumbfounded, after all, I really don't know how much this bowl is worth - anyway, I am definitely not worth as much as this bowl.

I squatted on the ground, thinking that I should try to put it together first, and saw that a dustpan had been placed on the ground.

"Happy bowls have always been a common utensil in ordinary people's homes during the Ming and Qing dynasties," said the fourth grandpa, sweeping the pieces into the dustpan. "It's just an ordinary thing, don't scratch it."

I let out an "ah", looking at these fragments, a little overwhelmed.

"It's not a problem if you like to smash a few more," Chen Pi Asi said lightly, "but the noodles in the pot are going to rot."

I quickly stood up and turned down the fire, but fortunately, no one came out.

"Going to the teahouse after dinner, it's also a walk." Si Grandpa dumped the pieces of the porcelain bowl into the trash can, "By the way, I went to meet some old friends."

I responded, and picked it up twice with my chopsticks, and it seemed that the noodles were almost filled out.

"What's wrong?" Si Grandpa looked at my hand, "Still thinking about that bowl?"

I asked, "Is that also brought up by washing the sand?"

"No, that kind of thing is not clean," he said, "If you want to see what comes out of the bucket, you have to wait until your body recovers."

At that moment, the old man's expression was very flat, and I suddenly felt that it would be good to just go on like this.

After a long period of time, I didn't see dumb Zhang again, and gradually I didn't care so much about the piece of cloth that I hid.

Once a person's life is at ease, it is easy to instinctively avoid some uncontrollable things.

Chen Pi Asi picked me up to practice at six o'clock every day, satirizing the poor work and rest of contemporary young people, and at the same time stuffed me back into the house when there was some unrest. .

I know what he does.My notes plus what I've heard these days is enough for me to figure out what situation I'm in.

Nine Gates used to be a sect of tomb thieves, but now some have been laundered and some have been established as a company, and some are reselling antiques like Si Grandpa.The Chen family has a big plate, and the head office is in Changsha. The fourth grandfather has been at the helm since he was in his twenties, and he is still respected as the leader in his 90s.

He is a murderous villain.

He never touched me, didn't give any evidence of a blood relationship, and I don't know why he took me in.Not only do I not know, but now the market under the Chen family says everything, most of them say that I was dug out of the bucket by the fourth grandpa.

I've seen him chop off guys' hands, unfortunately I'm not a particularly righteous person personally.Although the fourth grandpa didn't consider my feelings in many things, he was really good to me from his point of view.I couldn't have stabbed him in the back without a clear reason.

My name was Chen Mo on the new ID card, and the fourth grandfather said that he couldn't support me for nothing, and he had to work for him when he graduated from Kung Fu.In this way, I feel relieved. It is always a bit creepy to be good for no reason.

However, the results of the physical examination at the hospital showed that I may have exhausted my body before, my foundation was weak, and I couldn't learn anything for a while, so I took a "civilian job" first.

The expression on Chen Pi Asi's face was a bit strange, "...what are you doing?"

I looked at the things I was holding, and suddenly became uncertain, "I... am keeping accounts?"

"Show me the ledger."

I handed it to him anxiously, and Chen Pi Asi put on his reading glasses, "Buy 5 yuan for green onions, 400 yuan for cigarettes, and three bags of salt..."

"Well... I think, can we grow some onions and garlic in the yard?" Changsha people have strong tastes, so it seems unnecessary to buy them every time.

Chen Pi Asi was silent for a while, then threw back the "ledger", "You decide for yourself."

I breathed a sigh of relief, and then squinted my eyes and smiled, "Si Grandpa, the yard is so big, it's so boring to just plant these, how about planting some flowers?"

Chen Pi Ahsi thought for a while, "What kind of flowers do you want to plant?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Seeing that he didn't refute, I had to ask further, "What kind of flowers does Fourth Grandpa like?" Piranhas?

Chen Pi Asi seemed to see my thoughts, sat down with a sneer, and held up the tea ceremony: "Actually, back then, when I worshiped under the Red Gate of Er Yue, he even gave me a stage name."

"What is it?" I asked curiously.He told me that everyone in Er Yuehong's team is named after flowers.

"Naidong," Chen Pi Asi said, "is another name for camellia."

...It's weird, and it's so literary and artistic, it doesn't look like him at all.I secretly complained, why is it not called Hedinghong?

Later I learned that camellia has another name called Nian Hong.February red, twist red.Perhaps from the very beginning, the fate of the master and apprentice was destined to be tit for tat and part ways.

I said, "Then let's grow camellias?"

Chen Pi Asi took a sip of tea, stood up without saying a word, and walked out.I was stunned for a moment, I didn't know what was wrong, and shouted a little aggrieved from behind: "Si Grandpa, where are you going?"

The old man slowed down, "Go to the flower and bird market."

As soon as I heard it, I immediately jumped up and jumped up and down, "Yeah!"

The old man frowned, with a dark look in his eyes, "...walk well."

"Okay, okay." I agreed with a smile, but didn't notice.