I think I really remembered that sometimes when people are thinking about a problem, they tend to fall into a blind corner of their thinking. Just like I did just now, I kept staring at this person hard and recalling where I saw him. It was actually a mistake. Time
Time will pass, and a person's appearance will slowly change. I only pay attention to the person's current appearance, and miss the clues to identify him.
I have met him, but it was a very different way of meeting him, and what I saw was not him at this time.
Before I escaped from the control of Aunt Yu's gang, Brother Wen told me some things in order to deceive me. He also showed me a video of my father's contact with the Soviets. In that video
, the Soviets had their backs to the screen, so they couldn’t see it, but because of this, my dad and another person were shown frontally. The person next to my dad might be one of his companions, before I watched that video
, never seen it at all.
At that time, they were all still young, but their appearance was basically fixed at that time. Of course, there will definitely be some changes over time, but the changes will not be too big. That video means a lot to me.
Same, so I watched it several times and watched it very carefully, trying to find flaws in it to overturn what Brother Wen said. In other words, I was very impressed by the recording.
In the video, my dad was talking to the Soviet people. The man didn't speak. He just smiled politely because he agreed with the Soviet people's point of view. It was that kind of unique curling of the corners of the mouth.
The smile reminded me that the person in front of me had appeared in the video.
If you think about it this way, is this person also a former colleague of my dad? And he followed my dad to contact the Soviets, which shows that their relationship is quite strong and they should be trusted by each other.
At that moment, I almost wanted to tell the truth to the other person, asking him not to be nervous and tell us the whole story. But I held it back because I remembered what my dad had left in the house in the little orchard.
note.
At this time, Zhao Yingjun dug out something over there and said, "Your fucking living conditions are pretty good. You pay good attention to your health."
What Zhao Yingjun dug out was some vacuum-packed bacon, dehydrated vegetables, and a lot of hard things like bricks. He put these things under his nose and smelled them, then turned around and said: "Young man, you know a lot.
"
"What it is?"
"You must think this is a brick." Zhao Yingjun weighed the brick-like object in his hands and said, "Actually, it is completely dehydrated rice noodles."
This brick-like rice noodle is an ancient method of food storage. It is said that it originated from Wu Zixu, which is actually a folk legend. According to legend, the city guarded by Wu Zixu levied heavy taxes every year. After collecting the taxes, he did nothing but stayed in the city.
The people were complaining about building a house and not allowing people to live in it. Later, Wu Zixu was executed, there were severe droughts, the crops failed, and the enemy troops came to attack the city. There was no food in the city, and when it was about to be unable to survive, someone
It was discovered that the empty houses that Wu Zixu ordered to be built were all made of hard rice flour bricks. With these rice flour bricks, the soldiers in the city were inspired and they defeated the enemy in one fell swoop and won a great victory.
After all, this is just an unofficial rumor, so forget it, but Zhao Yingjun said that rice noodles processed in this way can be stored for several years, but what makes me wonder is that in this age, there are still people processing it in this ancient way.
grain reserves?
Zhao Yingjun took a bag of bacon and opened it for me to put on the fire to roast. He then went to find other things. I roasted the meat absentmindedly, thinking about how to talk to that person. After thinking for a long time, I still felt that I couldn't reveal myself.
identity of.
"Who are you?" After much deliberation, I could only use this old-fashioned way to start.
He still looked at me with that indifferent look, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth again. To be honest, such a sneer made people feel cold just looking at it.
"Better mind yourself first." The man suddenly spoke to me. His voice was very low and hoarse, and his accent was quite strange. I couldn't tell where he was from. More importantly, I heard him
After his tone, there was a strange feeling, as if he was not from this era. It was like a person in the 1930s and a person in the 1990s. Listening to them speak, the feeling is completely different.
I looked at the person in front of me, and then at the very ancient things in the space. I felt that both those things and this person seemed to be out of touch with the current era. At that time, I had an idea: This guy couldn't be from
He lived here a long time ago and has never been out, right? But thinking about it, it's impossible. He has guns, vacuum-packed food and solid fuel.
"We have no conflict with you, we just accidentally touched here." I imitated Jin Pingmei's gentle tone and said to the other party: "Some misunderstandings are inevitable."
"People who are cursed by ghosts will be able to live well in a few days. You are really thinking about it."
"What did you say?" I felt my scalp go numb and had to re-examine the person in front of me. The characteristics of the ghost curse on me are very subtle, and most people will never notice it. I only spent ten or twenty minutes with him, and he
You can actually tell that I'm under a ghost curse?
"Ghost Curse, I said you have been cursed by ghost shadow." The man repeated it word for word, emphasizing the word "ghost curse" very hard.
"Who are you? Do you know about the ghost curse? What are you doing here?" I asked several questions in succession. I don't know why, but the more I looked at this man, the more mysterious he seemed to me.
"If you are cursed by a ghost, you will only have a few days to live." The man stopped saying anything else and kept saying this sentence over and over again. There was a smile that seemed to be frozen at the corner of his mouth, as if he was watching me being cursed.
Just looking very happy.
"Don't talk nonsense to him first." Zhao Yingjun was flipping through things beside him and said, "We'll talk about it later when I have my hands free."
"I'll try to talk to him." I thought for a while. It's useless to directly ask this kind of person who doesn't accept hard words. I have to find a suitable entry point, or find someone he is more interested in.
Let’s talk about the topic slowly first, and then get into the topic, but it’s impossible for me to tell my dad directly. The people around my dad are obviously unreliable, otherwise he wouldn’t write that kind of note, so to the front
I can't completely trust this person.
I threw the roasted bacon aside and asked him, "Do you know Wang Bingwen?"
"Wang Bingwen?" The man repeated in a low voice, and when he looked at me, there was a hint of doubt in his eyes that was not easy to detect.
The Wang Bingwen I mentioned was Brother Wen's real name. I thought that since they were about the same age and both knew my father, he and Brother Wen might have had a relationship in the past. When he heard the name Wang Bingwen, he revealed
The trace of doubt that appeared in my mind has actually verified my idea, he must know Brother Wen.
"You know Wang Bingwen, right?"
"So what if I know Wang Bingwen?" The man's doubts flashed away, and he regained his indifferent expression: "Who are you?"
"I'm his friend." I really didn't want to say that I was Brother Wen's nephew, so I just casually fooled around.
"If you were just his friend, you wouldn't have asked me if I knew him right away. What basis do you have for thinking that I know him?" The man looked at me with contempt again, as if he was saying to me:
Don't play tricks, you can't fool me at all.
"You should know what he does. You are about the same age and you appear in a place like this. All the details are connected, which is my basis." I explained: "I am indeed his friend."
"You are not his friend. You may have some relationship with Wang Bingwen, but you are definitely not his friend. You are here to find a way to lift the ghost curse. You cannot deny this."
Such a sentence makes me feel that it is very difficult to deal with this kind of person. He is too shrewd. As long as I say something wrong, he may be able to analyze a lot from it. But his words also reveal that this person knows a lot.
Things. Whether it's about the ghost curse or things about my dad, they are all things I desperately want to know. I have to get what he said. No matter how difficult it is, at least I have to try.
Thinking of this, I calmed down, suppressed my emotions, and asked him slowly: "So, do you know Zheng Lifu?"
"Zheng Lifu?" This man's brows suddenly furrowed. He was probably also confused, wondering how I could possibly know people like Zheng Lifu and Wang Bingwen at such an old age.
"Yes, you should know Zheng Lifu and Wang Bingwen." I tried to look relaxed and said slowly: "Don't say you don't know Zheng Lifu. Many years ago, you went with him to fight with the Soviets.
I'm afraid you won't forget that kind of international 'talk' when we met, right?"
The man was stunned at first, and then suddenly he started laughing and kept laughing. It took a full minute before he stopped laughing and said to me: "You think you know everything, but in fact you are just a dabbler. Don't stop laughing."
It's no use trying to trick me. Whether it's Zheng Lifu or Wang Bingwen, do they have anything to do with me?"
"Don't push away the past completely."
"So what?" The man rolled his eyes and suddenly changed the subject: "I know how to completely remove the ghost curse. Do you want to hear it?"
"How to completely remove the ghost curse!?" I asked immediately. It is undeniable that I really want to know the answer to this question. It is related to my life. If I can't find an effective method in three years, wait for me.