"What are you looking for me for?" I was a little nervous.
Tian Sanjiu sneered and said: "In order to avoid any trouble, I took care of the end, Xiang Bituou... I suddenly felt that you should do something too."
Tian Sanjiu's tone was a little playful.
"I sent you a text message with the address. I left you a little gift. You can take care of it yourself." He hung up the phone after saying that, and I received the text message soon after.
Looking at the address Tian Sanjiu gave me, I frowned and thought, "He got the Tasha, we got the Iron Buddha, everything is settled, what else is left for me?"
I told the boss what happened, and he looked thoughtful. He seemed to have thought of something and said to me: "It's okay. You can go to Yunfeng."
"Boss, do you know what Tian Sanjiu left for me?"
He shook his head and said nothing.
"Hey, Fengzi, you don't want to eat hot pot anymore. You just ordered mutton rolls."
"You guys eat, I'll go out and be back in the evening."
I took a taxi to a nearby place and looked for the address. It was a bungalow in a village in the city with a house number. It was very run-down.
Because I was afraid of being seen, I wore black clothes, a hat and a mask for cover.
"Squeak..."
The wooden door was unlocked, so I pushed it open and entered the house.
The room was very dark and damp, and had a strange smell.
"Papa." I touched the switch on the wall and turned on the light.
There was light in the hut and I saw it.
Lying on the broken bed was a dying old man. His clothes were thin, the blood on his face was dried, his eyes were swollen and still leaking pus. His forehead was covered with dense burns from cigarette butts, his right arm seemed to be broken, and his left little finger was also injured.
Cut it off and wrapped it in a plastic bag.
Mr. Xing...
It's Wang Xinggui...
He was still trying to breathe because he couldn't see his eyes. He didn't know if he heard some noise, but his neck moved slightly.
Closing my eyes, I couldn't bear to look at the old man's current appearance.
Tian Sanjiu beat the man like this, deliberately left a breath, and then let me come, just to see what I would do.
The head should have guessed, but he acquiesced.
On the broken bed, Mr.
I took a deep breath, turned around and left the hut.
An hour and a half later, I came to the hut and closed the door.
Pour the coffee powder into mineral water and stir evenly.
"Master Xing, come here, drink some water."
I fed him two sips of coffee from the bottle.
Mr. Xing took two sips and lay on the broken bed, his breathing gradually became calmer. He slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
I was watching next to him.
Mr. Xing seemed to be dreaming, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
I guess his dream should be like this.
It was in autumn, on a large cotton field, a young and beautiful girl was sitting on a tractor, surrounded by picked cotton. White cotton balls were blown up by the wind and fell on the girl's hair.
Mr. Xing helped the girl pick the cotton and said with a smile: "Xiaoqin, look, the cotton is all on her head."
The girl turned back and said with a smile: "Brother, let's drive the tractor. I can drive it."
Mr. Xing jumped on the tractor, pointed at the endless cotton fields in front of him and said loudly: "Let's go! Let's go!"
Rumble.....
The tractor started, and the girl held on to the handlebars, screaming in fright.
The two people sat on the tractor farther and farther away, and slowly disappeared at the end of the cotton field...
He will never wake up from his dream again.
I lowered my head and glanced at the old man on the broken bed. He was still smiling, but suddenly a tear fell from the corner of his eye.
