Mrs. Yin stroked the armrest of the sofa and said, "I don't know either. What do you think?"
"I think he is probably a very young handsome guy. His father may be named Chen Xulin. I wonder if Mr. Yin has any impression of this name?"
When Old Mrs. Yin heard the name, the wrinkles on her face twitched, but she said: "I know. It's an old rival I've never met before. About five years ago, this name appeared in Shanghai. But he has always been hiding in the shadows.
No one seems to have seen him."
I said that this Chen Xulin is probably a very thin middle-aged man in his 50s with dark skin and a Zhejiang accent. He should be a wealthy boss from Zhejiang.
Mrs. Yin rubbed her hands, unable to hide her excitement, and said, "How do you know?"
I smiled horribly and said, "If we can't find out this, I'm afraid I'll be ashamed of Mr. Yin's respect." In fact, as for Chen Xulin's appearance, I only heard about the confinement sister-in-law who works at his house in the West Palace Villa.
Seeing that Mrs. Yin was in a good mood, she quickly asked, "Mr. Yin, I wonder how the organization disposed of Xi Shi's body?"
Old Mrs. Yin was stunned for a moment and said: "This Xi Tzu is indeed extraordinary. When we saw it, we all admired it. It was the harmony of heaven and man, the harmony of yin and yang, that could give birth to such a beautiful woman. And it has not decayed after thousands of years.
, the reason is even more elusive. We have some connections with her, so we didn’t dare to insult her body and prevent her from sleeping peacefully, so we found a good Feng Shui land and buried her."
I nodded and said: "This is really a coincidence. I was also lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her beautiful face. She is indeed extremely beautiful and unparalleled. To tell you the truth, any man who sees such a beauty must have the heart to protect her. He doesn't miss her either.
What happened to her body? Now that Mr. Yin is taking care of her, she will be safe. I can feel at ease."
Old Mrs. Yin seemed to be enjoying herself and said: "Xiao Lin, it's rare to see young people speak with an ancient flavor like you do. It makes people feel comfortable. This Buddha bead bracelet of yours must have been given to you by Master Xujian, right?"
I saw her looking at the small-leaf red sandalwood bracelet on my wrist and said, "Yes. But this bracelet is really hard-earned. I made a floor in Wanshou Temple and passed a test to write a poem in seven steps. Master Xujian
That’s why you gave me this bracelet.”
Old Mrs. Yin smiled and said: "This Master Xujian is also an old friend of mine. He knows the history of Jinshan very well. I expected that you would go to him and asked him not to make things difficult for you. I didn't miss him."
I will give you this bracelet, what a blessing!"
I smiled bitterly, chatted with Old Mrs. Yin for a few more words, and then left the VIP room. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: That Lingkong said that Xishi's body was "burned", but he really didn't tell me the truth; but Old Mrs. Yin
To say "buried" is not the truth.
However, since she said such a long list to coax me, it is much more approachable than Ling Kong's attitude. In addition, not all of what Master Xujian said about him is credible: if she is so familiar with Master Xujian,
Why do we need to ask Li Yubo to accompany us? As long as we go to Wanshou Temple to find Master Xujian, we can follow this clue to hear the two stories, and there is no need to repeat so many details.
There were two other things that stuck in my throat, but I couldn't ask more questions.
The first one is: What is the symbol of three circles? If this symbol is really as I thought, it is related to "Yiguandao" and "Linjiazhai No. 37", why do I think so?
The second one is: Mrs. Yinru always says that I look very similar to a person. Who is this person?
After dinner and rest, we got into the luxury car sent by the Four Seasons Hotel and planned to take a detour along Queen's Road and then go straight to the airport from the Western Harbor Crossing.
The car was driving on Queen's Road East, and I was humming Luo Dayou's famous song in my heart, thinking that in a few days it would be the tenth anniversary of Hong Kong's return to the motherland. Suddenly my eyes were fixed and transfixed.
I actually vaguely saw an old friend on this crowded street!
It was the swindler Taoist priest Mao Bin who defrauded me of 5,000 yuan and sent him to Guangzhou with a train ticket! At this moment, he was still dressed the same as when he came to my house that day. I guess he must have identified the place where the deception occurred.
, moved from Shanghai to Hong Kong.
Guangzhou and Hong Kong are indeed not far away. But seeing them here this time is a coincidence, right?
I still remember the weird and hearty laugh he made when he left my house, as if he had completely changed. Seeing him here now, what surprised me even more is: he actually looked towards me!
This look made me tremble with fear. There were more than a thousand vehicles in this bustling place, so why was he looking at me alone? Could it be that he really had some divination skills and could predict that he would meet me here today?
I immediately rejected this bizarre idea. Meeting here was nothing more than a coincidence. And he looked at me because although there were many vehicles on this street, there were not many luxury cars like the one I was riding in. Maybe he
I was just looking at this car.
When I looked over again, not to mention Mao Bin's gaze, even he had disappeared into the sea of people and could not be found again.
I thought to myself: This kind of coincidence is only one time, and Mrs. Yin is making a fuss out of it. She insists on flying to Hong Kong to have this meal, otherwise she will never see Mao Bin again in this life.
Later, I realized that my idea was very wrong. Things in the world are always such coincidences. Creation plays tricks on people, often regardless of human will. The retribution and cause and effect make people sigh and sigh when thinking about it afterwards.
share.
When you arrive at the airport, you can still board the plane without going through security check. Although it only saves an hour, for a super wealthy person like Mrs. Yin, this hour may not be that valuable, but it definitely embodies a noble temperament.
When the green tea bitch goes through all this, the memory card of the mobile phone will probably be filled with all kinds of luxurious photos with her own headshots. If there is like today, there are WeChat Momo and the like that are dedicated to the green tea bitch pretending to be a boy.
I'm afraid that the 3g data has been used up for a long time. But I always feel that the luxury in front of me does not belong to me. I am just influenced by others and enjoy it once in a while. Even this time, it is also
I almost lost my life in exchange for it.
I wasn't excited, but instead I was a little emotional and a little sad.
On the plane back, Mingying whispered to me that she planned to explore the reality of c28 tonight. I was dumbfounded and said in silence that I was going to visit a friend tonight and could not go with you. If you want to go by yourself, be careful.
The location of our home was exposed.
Mingying was surprised for a moment, looking out the window without saying anything.
Outside the window, Hong Kong's towering buildings, the swaying Victoria Harbor in the sun, and the dots of sailing yachts interweave into a beautiful picture.
But I picked up my phone, which had been put into airplane mode, and quietly read a text message.
"Acquired immune syndrome? It seems. I don't understand either."
I closed the phone screen and stared blankly at the roof of the cabin, my eyes couldn't help but feel moist.
Yes, it was this text message that disturbed my mind. When Mrs. Yin walked into the terminal, I actually "looked" at her, but did not "see" her.
There is no such disease as "acquired immune syndrome". If the person who sent the text message remembered it incorrectly, then the full name should be "acquired immunodeficiency syndrome", abbreviated as aids, commonly known as AIDS.
The person who sent this text message was none other than Hao Ling.
I clutched my phone tightly, my heart aching.
A girl who is as beautiful as a flower and has a lot of youth, but because her family is poor, she goes out to work. After a while of coaxing and deceiving, she sells her beauty in a skin and flesh trading shop. Then she is seduced by a smelly and rich man.
, was drugged, lost her virginity, and became a mistress. Don't think of this as "redemption". This was just a tool for everyone to vent their sexual desires, and became an exclusive plaything. Later, she lived in Shanghai, unable to make a living.
While returning to his old job, he accidentally contracted this fatal and incurable virus.
I imagined that it wouldn't be long before this cute but extremely unfortunate girl with her big, bright, warm eyes would become the scourge she was afraid of avoiding, abandoned by everyone, and huddled all alone in a cold, damp, old, shabby house.
In the room, I hugged a tattered quilt, crying silently, waiting for death, and my heart kept bleeding.
All the forced smiles I had just now were disguised with great difficulty. The luxury of the Hong Kong metropolis, luxury cars, private jets and gourmet food, are almost completely unattractive to me. My eyes kept wandering,
Imagine that after she lost all immunity, all kinds of diseases would come to her. Those diseases, like the men with high hormones in the bathing city, all regarded Haoling as a plaything in the palm of their hands.
They tortured her with pity; they all enjoyed admiring her hands tightly grasping the sheets, either because of disguised pleasure or because of real illness.
Will she curse loudly? Curse the unfairness of fate, curse the illness she is about to suffer and the men who brought it to her? I don’t think so. She doesn’t know what “acquired immunodeficiency syndrome” is, maybe she just
I thought I had a cold, but I couldn't cure it. When I became terminally ill, I would just suffer it silently and then die quietly. No one knew about it. Maybe only after the unbearable stench emitted.
It will be discovered by someone, then wrapped in a sheet, carried to the crematorium, and turned into a box of ashes sent to an unknown destination. But the parents who are far away in their hometown have no idea of all this. They are still talking about giving it to their daughter during the New Year.
Cook her favorite meal.
I don't know what to curse, but when I have just experienced such luxury, and now I read this desperate text message, I have no other choice but heartache.