As soon as the light came on, Uncle Liao immediately stopped blinking.
"Yunfeng is still up so late. I have nothing to do. I just came out to wash my hair. I couldn't find the shampoo, haha."
Uncle Liao smiled and wiped his face with a towel, then prepared to leave.
"Uncle Liao, wait a minute."
"What's wrong?"
There was something unusual about this, so I frowned and walked up to him, staring at Uncle Liao's eyes for a long time and observing carefully.
It's normal, just like normal people.
"Are you okay?"
I got out of the way, shook my head and said it was okay. Maybe it was because I was so busy these two days and was too nervous.
What followed was a night of silence.
Because I slept late last night, I didn't wake up until almost nine o'clock this morning. There was a burst of aroma wafting from the living room. Knowing that I was hungry, Xiaomi called me out to have breakfast.
Breakfast was big leek dumplings made by Xiaomi last night. I didn’t finish the leftovers. This morning I changed the pattern and made them deep-fried. There was also a small plate of pickles.
Xiaomi's face was rosy. She smiled and said, "Try Brother Feng, the fried dumplings. If you have any vinegar, you can dip them in some."
"The dumplings are good," I took a bite and praised the millet as it was well made, crispy on the outside and fragrant on the inside. Uncle Liao was drinking rice soup, doing as the Romans do. Every household in Wu'an drinks rice soup in the morning and evening.
Seeing how delicious I was eating, Xiaomi’s eyes turned into crescent moons with laughter.
"Bang bang!" While eating, there was a knock on the door outside the house.
"Brother Feng, hurry up and eat, I'll open it."
Xiaomi trotted and opened the door. I saw the beggar Mr. Liu standing at the door. There was a young man coming with him. This man was holding a black cloth bag in his hand.
I don't know this man. He seems to be not too old. He is about 40 years old. He has a thin face and dark circles under his eyes. Although he is in his prime, his temples are already gray.
"Master Liu is here. Have you eaten? If you haven't eaten, please have some. This is..." I stood up and said hello.
Mr. Liu smiled and waved his hand and said, "This is a friend of mine who just arrived yesterday. I'll bring him over so we can get to know each other."
"Master Liu's friend is our friend, Xiang Yunfeng," I smiled and stretched out my hand.
"My surname is Bai, Bai Risheng." He shook hands with me.
Aren't you closer to shaking hands with someone? The moment I came closer to shake hands, I suddenly smelled a faint fragrance on his body.
It's not the kind of fragrance that girls wear. It's hard to describe. I have a good nose for tomb robbing. Sometimes I need to smell the soil, so I smelled it.
As the sun rose, I thought that this person's name was quite easy to remember.
Xiaomi said: "Master Liu, you haven't eaten yet, how about I fry some dumplings?"
Mr. Liu told Xiaomi that there was no need, he had eaten it, and he would bring Brother Bai over today to get to know him.
Uncle Liao finished drinking the rice soup at this time. He put down the bowl and wiped his mouth and said: "Yunfeng, I made a plan for repairing the chime clock yesterday. I need to take another look at the actual object. There are a few details that I haven't finalized yet.
"
I nodded and said yes.
Uncle Liao nodded to Mr. Liu and was about to go out.
"Wait a minute."
Suddenly, the man named Bai brought by Mr. Liu stretched out his hand to stop Uncle Liao.
"Is something wrong?"
The moment Uncle Liao turned around to speak, the man named Bai suddenly took out a white towel from his arms and shook it quickly in front of Uncle Liao's face.
Some powder came out from the towel, which made Uncle Liao cough repeatedly.
"cough!
"What...what is this!"
Uncle Liao took two steps back. It only took less than half a minute. Suddenly, Uncle Liao's legs went weak. Mr. Liu quickly caught him with his quick eyes and hands.
"master!"
"Master, what's wrong with you!"
Xiaomi saw this scene and ran over in panic.
Master Liu was holding the person with both hands, and Uncle Liao looked as if he had fallen asleep and was unconscious.
"Don't panic, your master is fine. He just fell asleep for the time being."
"Let go! Let go quickly! Let go of my master!"
Xiaomi gritted his teeth and pushed Master Liu's arm hard.
I was still calm, so I immediately pulled away from Xiaomi and asked Mr. Liu what was going on.
Mr. Liu helped Uncle Liao to the sofa, turned around and frowned: "There may be something wrong with this person."
"Mr. Liu, you said there is something wrong with Uncle Liao? Could it be..." My heart skipped a beat.
Mr. Liu shook his head, "I just felt it for a moment. I can't be sure, and it may not be the case. Let Brother Bai give it a try. Brother Bai also broke away from the Changchun Society in 1988."
"Master Liu, you're welcome."
The young man untied his backpack and took out a flat wooden box. The box was yellow and pulpy, and the material should be small-leaf boxwood. I think it was almost to the Qing Dynasty. One inch of boxwood in a hundred years, this thing is actually much more valuable than red sandalwood.
Xiaomi was still fussing, but I held him down. I reassured Xiaomi and said I was just taking a look, and that Uncle Liao would be fine.
I have not forgotten that when Uncle Liao came to Yinchuan with the Miaoyinniao, he was kidnapped by Wu Le, a director of the Changchun Society. Once I saw a faint vertical line in the pupil of Uncle Liao's eyes, which was exactly the same as the situation of Sister Hong.
But Uncle Liao's condition disappeared in about a month, and he was always helping me throughout the whole process, so the matter slowly faded out of my sight.
From Shunde to Yinchuan, from Yinchuan to Yulin, and from Yulin to Handan, I have a deeper understanding of the Changchun Congress over so long. If you still don't understand the Changchun Congress, please listen to my explanation.
There have been many strange people and strange things among the people since ancient times. The Changchun Society originated in Shandong. It was first a storyteller organization. Later, in the late Qing Dynasty, it took root in the Northeast.
That era was not peaceful. Many folk craftsmen went to the streets to perform in groups to keep warm because their wives and children had stutters. These people came from all over the world, and they were doing anything. They began to be absorbed and accepted by the Changchun Society in a steady stream. By the fourth century of the last century,
In the 1900s, the Changchun Society's sphere of influence was not limited to the northern region, but also touched the south and coastal areas.
There was civil strife in the 1988 annual meeting, and some people like the beggar Mr. Liu left the Changchun Association. The vice-president is Zheng Dadan, who is over 90 years old. As for who the real president of the Changchun Association is, no one knows.
People who go out to rob tombs will not come into contact with it.
Who were in the meeting back then?
Circus animal tamers, jugglers and magicians, fortune tellers, medicine sellers, excrement pickers, storytellers, incense sellers, hair shavers, shoe repairmen, brothel keepers, pimps, and human traffickers.
, thief, thief, explosives maker, etc...
Over the past hundred years, many of these people have become farther and farther away from us. The world is so big, and many people live in their own small circles every day, go to get off work and sleep on time and make friends. They are undoubtedly watching the sky from the bottom of a well.
Have you ever heard an adult say something like this when you were a child?
"If a stranger calls your name, don't look back. The stranger may tap you on the shoulder and follow them without knowing anything."
I always heard it as a joke when I was a kid. I thought my parents were trying to scare me. How could something like this happen? What's wrong with patting me on the shoulder? I'm not stupid. I wouldn't go with a stranger.
You are wrong to think so. The rumors are not groundless. If someone taps on the shoulder, there will be a kind of medicinal powder on the person's hand. As long as he smells it, it will follow the person. The principle of this thing is better than the obedient water that some people are using now. It is psychedelic.
Medicines need to be powerful.
I know a little more because I have seen it. This type of medicine has requirements for the target audience, such as the age range of people it is suitable for, what the person's mental state is that day, whether he has not slept all night and is not in good spirits, etc.
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This is what Mr. Liu brought with him named Bai.
This man's uncle is the man nicknamed "Yibeng Mixiang Old Sea Dog" as Xiao Tuantou once said.
