When the flowers were blooming, I had no chance to go out. I lay at home for more than half a month.

In March in Beijing, the sun seems to be covered with gold, and wherever it shines, it has a golden texture. The spring breeze blows into the house through the window, which is particularly comfortable. From a distance, thousands of trees are green, green is covered with vision, and the willows are green and full of vitality.

After escaping from the underground palace of the ancient city of False Face, we left there. Daya kept sending me back to Beijing. He probably had nothing to do in his store. Seeing that I was hurt, he simply threw all the things in the store to his old man. He hid himself in peace and ate, drank and had fun with me every day, saying that he was taking care of me, but he did live a happy and happy life.

The big men are not so stingy at all, and there is no need to take care of them. However, when they are idle, they will feel comfortable with him and bragging. The injuries on their backs are better than expected. It is probably related to some external herbs made by Daya. According to Daya, this is a folk remedy passed down from his family. It is specialized in treating burns and scalds, which can cause death and bones. It is an absolute treasure-level prescription for traditional Chinese medicine. I have always been half-believing and half-doubting about this.

After more than half a month of comfortable rest, I felt relaxed and happy every day, but Daya and I were both like a mirror in my heart. Only by finding the news about Lian Zhen, the fifth brother of the Seventh Duke of Xingdi, may we have a way to eliminate the evil deeds on us. If we give up like this, how long will the rest of our lives be unknown. For Daya and I, I am just surviving, eating and waiting to die, living in a shadow of sudden death at any time every day. It is terrible to think about it.

It was Saturday, and I had nothing to do when I woke up early in the morning. I felt that the injury on my back was almost healed. As soon as I thought that it was on the market day in Panjiayuan, I took the initiative to go out for a walk. Daya had been a little tired of eating and playing all day long. I heard that I was going out for a walk, so I couldn't enjoy it. After putting on a piece of clothing, I urged me to go downstairs as soon as possible.

Although there are shops in Panjiayuan that open all year round, there are only street stalls on weekends, so on weekends, there are several times more people than usual. People of different skin colors, languages, classes, and beliefs gather here to blend together. It is very lively. They often come here to take a walk when they are relaxing and enjoying themselves, but they rarely bring things back. Yu Mazi said it well, that you must watch more and turn more and start carefully in this industry.

There is a long row of stalls on the southernmost side of the fresh market, specializing in trading old books and magazines. From maps and documents before the liberation to newspapers and magazines in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, and even big-character posters from the * period, pictorials can be found here, but most of them are old books after the founding of the People's Republic of China, and most of them are books eliminated by some institutions or school libraries. Most of them are sold for a few yuan per book, and the price is fair.

All the books were piled underground, and many people stopped and squatted down to choose among the books, flipped through and picked them up, shook their heads, or were happy. I guess Daya rarely visited such places, his eyes were wide open, and he had to pass through all the books. His extensive knowledge made me smash my tongue when I saw them, but in the end I didn't see him buying anything.

I straightened my waist when someone suddenly patted me from behind. I was stunned and quickly turned around. It turned out to be Chang San.

Chang San is a friend of Yu Mazi’s shop. The young man is in his twenties and is very clever. I often go to Yu Mazi’s shop, so I’m quite familiar with him. I was surprised to meet him here.

When Chang San saw me here, he met Brother Hu and was very enthusiastic. After chatting for a few words, he realized that he came to "take" some things two days ago, but because of the "price", the other person didn't take them, so he sent them back.

Daya looked at Chang San with a dazed look. He didn't know which country he was talking about, so he couldn't understand.

In fact, taking a live-action is a code word in antiques, which means that an antique merchant takes a product from another antique merchant and does not pay at the time. This is called "taking a live-action". The rule of "taking a live-action" is that if the price is well stated, you can only sell more money, not less, that is, you must guarantee the minimum and have a trust in your words.

Generally speaking, the original owner will not pay the handling fee or runway fee to the person who takes it, but the person who takes it can increase the price at the lowest price, which is called "Hater". If the person who sells it more, the original owner will not ask. "Finding the price" means that the antique merchant deliberately does not sell it and is preparing to implement his own trading plan for a long time. It is called selling with a tight price, which means insisting on high prices and wanting to sell it at a good price.

We looked at the time and had been shopping for a while. Seeing that there was no big intention, we chatted with Chang San while walking out. After leaving the gate, we made a few remarks, Chang San took the bus and left first.

Daya and I leaned against the courtyard wall, hid our bodies in the shadows, and walked slowly towards the intersection.

The fresh goods market in Panjiayuan is actually surrounded by a large courtyard. There are often many stalls outside the tall courtyard walls around, and there are many stalls selling everything. There are many people wearing hard helmets, camouflage uniforms, pretending to be migrant workers, and wrapping muddy things in newspapers under their feet. They can only see the outline of the big ones, which feels like they have just dug out of the construction site. However, if you are very lively and walk along the wall, you will know that such a safety helmet can be encountered in several places. It is obviously a profession, specializing in "fishing". Each stall will be surrounded by two "child caregivers" and look at things in a fake form.

When I walked to the intersection, I waved my hand, and the taxi not far away drove over. When I was waiting for the bus, I saw a lonely divination stall on the bottom of the wall. The old man who was telling the divination looked familiar.

The old man's hair and beard are all white, with a white beard, a thin face, wearing a wide-edged old-fashioned glasses, wearing a navy blue Zhongshan suit from the 1980s, with a smile on his face, holding a crutch, and closing his eyes in the sun.

I always thought that the old man had seen him somewhere, but after thinking for a long time, I didn't remember him. Big teeth got into the car and stretched out his head and shouted at me, "Let's stand up and watch what are you playing with Ying, get in the car quickly!"

I woke up, opened the car door and sat up, looked at the old man at the base of the wall, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Sitting in the car, without saying a word, closed his eyes and was still thinking about this, but I felt that the old man was wandering in front of him, as if he was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it empty-handedly.

Seeing that I had rented out to Zhaogongkou Bridge and was about to get home, I suddenly remembered who the old man was. I didn't have time to say anything else, so I quickly asked the master to turn around and return to the place where I got on the bus just now. The driver looked at me in surprise, and didn't say much. He turned around at the intersection in front and drove back to Pan's home.

Daya was also full of questions and kept asking me what was wrong and if something had been left behind. I bulged my eyes at him, and Daya stopped talking.

After a while, I returned. I ran across the road and took big strides to run there. But when I saw it, I was stunned and the old man was gone.

Daya followed behind her breathlessly, and ran and asked me, "Lai Liang, which drama are you doing? What's wrong?"

I turned around and glanced at Daya: "I saw that ghost master just now!"

"Ghost Master?" Daya was a little confused at first, but he remembered it in a flash, and looked shocked and blinked at me: "Are you talking about the old fortune teller I met on the overpass a few years ago?"

I nodded. I felt familiar with the old fortune teller I just saw. When I was in the car, I finally remembered that although I changed my clothes, I remember it was really the old fortune teller who suddenly disappeared like a ghost on the overpass.

From the time that old man appeared to disappear, we never thought about this matter and always regarded him as a ghost. Could it be that we had hit a ghost here again in broad daylight?

I stood at the place where the old man set up a stall just now and looked carefully, but there were no traces. There were pedestrians coming and going around, and probably no one would notice this.

Daya looked at me and then looked at her feet: "Mom, I've hit a ghost, but it's really new to hit the same ghost, and I don't even believe it!"

I also understand the meaning of Daya. The old man who is telling fortunes now seems to be a ghost, and someone must be a mysterious person. In this way, the sudden appearance of this old man like a ghost is definitely not accidental. When I think of the last time I met on the overpass, this old man was really a dragon but a dragon but a head but a tail, and was elusive. What is the purpose of?

What does it mean to appear again here today? Or is it implying me?

My heart suddenly became a little confused and a little irritated, just like a bunch of ropes with many knots in front of me. I couldn’t untie them no matter how hard I resolve them. The more I relieved my heart, the more annoyed it.

In fact, when I was free these days, I sorted out these things several times from beginning to end, calmed down and reflected again, and found that there were more and more doubts. As for the discovery of the ancient city with a slight face, I seemed to feel that it was just the tip of the iceberg of this mystery, a drop in the ocean.

I don't know if this poem in "The Turn of October" is a coincidence, but in fact, according to the guidance in the poem, I actually crashed into the underground palace of the ancient city of the flat-faced city and found thirteen pairs of divine armor. But I always don't believe that this is the whole truth of the secret. If this is true, it only means that we are too wise and martial and outstanding?

But now we have not found the fifth bead and the seventh bead. I don’t believe in such a rigorous and mysterious mystery. In the absence of two beads, we can solve the mystery so easily. Although I have always been very confident, I have not been so arrogant.

The sudden appearance of this old man completely disturbed our calm mood. After returning to Beijing, Daya and I were always surrounded by our homes. One was to recuperate and the other was to take care of the caregiver. In fact, we wanted to escape and use this reason to escape from this matter. But we all knew that this was simply self-deception. The demonic damnation on Daya and I were like a time bomb buried in our body. Maybe it might be possible that the first day of October of the year would become our worship day.

But sometimes when danger and difficulties come, people will habitually deceive themselves, but until today, this ghost-like fortune teller suddenly appears again, and we all know that we can no longer escape.

Daya looked at me, shook her head, and then curled her lips: "It seems that this old fortune teller is really a fucking death-hunting ghost. Our brothers' life is probably over."

I also smiled helplessly and shook my head, not knowing whether we are controlling our own destiny or being teased by our destiny.
Chapter completed!