I am a chaotic person. How can I put it? I have no concept of time, and I don’t know what kind of person I used to be. But there are some things that I seem to be born with, and now I feel like I have come out of nowhere.
ridiculous.
I am now in Zhuozhou City, southwest of Beijing. I only have memories of the past few years. My kind-hearted grandma who took me in has always taken good care of me. She called me Guo Zi because she asked me what my name was when I was seriously injured two years ago.
I kept mumbling in my mouth and made a sound similar to Guo, so I got the name Guo Zi. At first, she said that I was scribbling something crazy on the ground, but she couldn't understand it, and said that I looked like a tortoise, but also looked like the corner of a wall.
There were spider webs in it. I was carrying my backpack and was worried. My memory was already a knot in my mind. Now Zhang Sanju said that my grandma was my wife. I wanted to run to Fei Long’s antique shop immediately and ask him to explain it to me.
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Today is a fucking Sunday, and taking a taxi on Taoyuan Road is as difficult as catching a mouse with your fingers. I was so angry that I was spinning in circles.
I felt a little dizzy from spinning around. I had nightmares one after another last night, which tortured me so much that I couldn't sleep well. I had to hold my head with both hands to calm down.
The BMW and Audi whined and farted in the smoky air, which made me very upset. There happened to be a bench at the bus stop in front of me, so I wanted to go over and calm down. I thought if it didn't work, I would just grab a bus, but I didn't know how to do it.
open ah.
As soon as I took a step, I hit a stone on the sole of my foot and almost sprained my foot!
"My lord, I'm really unlucky." I couldn't get a taxi, the public transportation was extremely crowded, and your pebbles were like somersaults and drilled into the soles of my feet. I raised my thighs and wanted to kick them to Russia.
Before I could kick it out, my heel hit something hard behind me.
"Fuck, you don't have eyes in your fucking ass!" A rude voice cursed.
Looking back, I saw a middle-aged man with a shaved head. He was riding what looked like an expensive mountain bike. He had a gangly look on his face. He also had a special blue-black tattoo on his forehead. He was tall and mighty, wearing a helmet around his neck.
With a string of Tridacna Buddha beads.
I thought about how I was scolded this morning for having eyes on my butt, and you scolded me for not having eyes on my butt. Then my anger rushed to my throat and I said angrily: "Your whole family has eyes on their butt!"
His face immediately darkened, he got off the mountain bike, walked around me with his hands behind his back, and mumbled silently: "My body is fine, we can celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival together."
He looked at me a little unnaturally, and said angrily: "What? What are you looking at? If I look at you again, I will push your eyes to your butt."
"What are you talking about! Tsk, you little white poplar has such a bad mouth, you are full of cannons." When he said this, he rolled his eyes, grinned and said: "Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?"
. Come on, the emperor has fate at his feet, so why would you and I give up and make peace? Come on, little brother, the conditions are limited, let's follow the rules of the road, how about boxing, whoever loses will know his mistake, and then you and I will be free.
How about going to each side of the sky?"
I looked at the mountain bike behind him, rolled my eyes quietly, and thought about it. I said to myself: "I don't know how to drive a four-wheeler bike, but I can drive a two-wheeler bike!"
I pretended to smile and coughed, "Hahaha, brother is a cheerful person at first glance. I... no, I like to make friends the most." After saying that, I smiled and started to please,
But I feel very frustrated. The problem is that I don’t know how to do this.
Obviously this guy is very fond of this, chatting now and then about other things, and talking about all the family problems. Naturally, I had to laugh with him. If it weren't for the mountain bike, I would have thought this was an illusion.
I thought this guy was trying to brainwash me, so I quickly grabbed him and said, "Okay, brother, it's too late for us to meet each other, but I have something urgent to do, so don't be too short on my money.
Just give your mount to me, I have big things to do." As I said that, I stuffed the only eight hundred yuan into his pocket. Fei Long paid for my living expenses.
of.
"Damn, damn, this is a limited edition imported from the United States. It costs tens of thousands! You can buy a piece of paint with this little money, you know." He said and took my wallet away and sighed.
He said: "Well, you and I are destined. If I lose in boxing, I will let you ride for two days, okay? Brother, am I interested enough?"
I quickly said: "That's enough, but what are you doing with my wallet? There are some essential documents in it, such as ID card..."
"Definitely." He interrupted me impatiently and said: "Brother, why don't you worry about it? You're like a fruitarian (fruitarian is a slang term in Taoism, which almost means little wife)
.), Moji! Come on, punch!"
He stretched out a finger and shouted: "Five leaders!"
My thumb also subconsciously stretched out, "Hello guys." I stared at my hand in surprise.
He covered his forehead with his big hands, narrowed his eyes into thin lines, and said, "How can you... be so fast?"
And...this sentence made it seem like he had known me before.
He rummaged through my wallet with a dark face, and said with a pout: "You guys can just buy a tire, okay, I admit defeat, I will take you wherever you go." After that, he stuffed the eight hundred yuan.
He put it in his wallet and threw it to me.
When I heard this, I was greatly moved. I thought that even though he looks like a bear, in fact, there is a white swan living in his heart. As soon as I thought of this, I discovered a problem. The uncle's car does not carry people.
Seat.
Seeing my doubts, he threatened to bully me. Although it was a bit dangerous, it was better than sitting on a beam and having my butt slapped.
I was always rude and tried to pull him up by his shoulders, but he was suddenly pulled off.
He said angrily: "Damn it, I let you sit here." After saying that, he pointed to the frame of the car.
I whispered softly, spread my hands, and said, "Do you want my butt to turn into calluses? What about the eyes on my butt?"
He waved his hand and said, "Go, go, you have two ways. The consequences of riding on my neck are like this." It could be seen that he was becoming more and more wary of me. He walked to the stone that hit me before,
Then he stepped down with one foot and made a bang sound. Although his pants were very fat, he could still see his strong curves.
In the blink of an eye, the pebble that hurt me had turned into powder.
I was extremely surprised. Knowing that this guy had some skills, I was a little unhappy. I pursed my lips and said, "What about the second one?"
He rolled his eyes and said: "That goes without saying." He pointed to the main beam of the car and said proudly: "If you sit on the main beam of my car, I guarantee that you will become the pillar of the motherland in the future. I tell you that the main beam of my car will
Do you know how many people have sat on it? There is also a love story in it."
I was a little unhappy and said, "Well? Did Guanyin Bodhisattva's halazi fall on your head? And it also caused love."
"Ang, that's it." After saying that, he glared at me charmingly, then turned a little sad, "That happened last month. The landscape in the suburbs was in spring, and it was very beautiful. I went to look at it with the sweet-scented osmanthus.
Flowers, although they are far away, I am not afraid of being tired, but later we still broke up in the form of an idol drama."
She thought to herself, "Whose girl can be admired by a great talent like you?"
I feel more and more that this plot is nonsense. I have never met him. How can he bear the patience to tell me so much? The lines on his forehead are not ordinary tattoos at first glance. He also speaks a slang and talks with me.
The Fat Dragon looks too much like him. Could it be that he is a local thief (which means tomb robber)? I don’t know if he is from the southern or northern faction. I can’t tell where he comes from with his accent. He wanted to speak, but I interrupted him with my palm.
He picked him up and said, "Okay, I'll just sit on your bridge. The Longye Antique Shop in the city center is where I want to go. Thank you."
I said this very sincerely. Now the person who came to me said that my dead grandma was my wife. This made me feel weird and doubtful about the blank memory of the past. Now that Feilong knows me, these tomb robbers
The thief also knows me, so I must be in this business, so I want to retrieve my memory and figure out who I am.
Seeing my sudden change in mood, he also became serious, with a somewhat cold look on his face.
"boarding."
I finalized what I was thinking. Maybe he was the man with three arms. His leg skills were indeed extraordinary. He was thrown off the sports car and dared to run through the red light. On the way, he encountered more than a dozen black Chevrolets.
He was shocked and quickly ran away.
I thought to myself, "Is there anyone else looking for me?"
When we arrived, the words "Feilong Antiques" were shining brightly. I checked the clock again, and it was less than forty minutes. Feilong's antique shop is located in the downtown area, and I haven't been there a few times. I remember that it took more than an hour to take a taxi.
At the door of the store, I saw a familiar figure, the woman who had sent me the letter in the morning. She was leaning against the carved dragon door, covering her mouth and laughing.
When I thought about the indecentness of two grown men with their chests touching their backs, I immediately got out of the car in embarrassment. I will probably never forget this moment for the rest of my life.
I strode towards the store, ignoring the woman.
Feilong is very old, over 80 years old, almost the same age as grandma. When he woke up two years ago, there were two old people in front of him. I thought they were an old couple, but I didn’t expect them to be brothers and sisters. Grandma said that I had suffered a head injury.
I was seriously injured and my brother and sister had no heirs, so they recognized me as their grandson.
I was confused about my age, Feilong said I was twenty years old.
Feilong's store has an inner hall, an old style with a Beijing flavor. As soon as I entered, I saw Feilong tied to the old man's chair. Fortunately, it was not decorated, otherwise my grandma would blame me. He couldn't say a word when he saw me.
Exit, just staring at my eyes. There were four people in the inner hall, two old men in their sixties looked at me in surprise, a man with a scar on his face, carrying a cello-style box on his back, and
A young man with triangular eyes, lean and lean, like a hozen.
After a while, Feilong looked at the old man sitting on the sofa and said, "Master Zhang, you don't know that he has lost his memory. Even if he goes there, he can't help you. You'd better not make things difficult for him."
The lean man next to him immediately took out his pistol, bared his teeth and said fiercely: "Shut up, we are not bargaining with you, do you think we are doing business?"
The old man on the sofa looked at Fei Long and replied: "Don't worry, Gui Jiuye has a way to restore his memory. We will protect his safety. We still have to rely on him to find..." He paused at this.
Hehe smiled and said, "So, little third brother, just be more at ease, hahaha."
Third brother? He is not Fat Dragon Old. Why do you say that? My memory and the age of the people I am familiar with now are completely muddy. I have the urge to kill someone. I know that this old immortal in front of me,
It was Zhang Sanji who took my grandma's ashes.
A voice sounded behind me, it was the man who brought me here on a mountain bike, "Third Master, I'm late."
Zhang Sanwei waved his hand and said: "It won't bother Jiazi Legs. As long as they come, it won't delay the tomb robbery plan. Gui Jiuye's guys have already led people to guard the Dongling Tomb. We'd better go there today."
Let’s set off.”
Feilong's eyebrows flew up, his eyes were on fire, and he glared at Zhang Sanzui angrily, "You..."
The hozen pointed a gun at the fat dragon and said, "If you speak again, I will make thousands of peach blossoms bloom in your head!"
I was shaking with anger, and a white light flashed in my head. I couldn't control this anger, so I kicked the guy who looked like a hozen and bent his waist. I said loudly:
"Whose tomb is being robbed?"
Zhang Sanju looked at me with burning eyes and said, "Guo Zan, you still haven't changed."
This is the second time the name Guo Mian has been mentioned, and it is actually the same as the name of the protagonist in the broken book!
Then he looked at me with admiration, smacked his lips and said, "It's a bit like the past." He stroked his mustache, raised his chin, and said, "Tell him."
At this time, an old man who had been sitting on the bench smoking a cigarette and wearing reading glasses, who was slightly younger than Zhang Sanji, said: "Who is the fastest in the world?" After speaking, he turned his head and looked at me meaningfully.
A thunderbolt suddenly flashed through my mind.
Cao Cao!
Just when I thought of this, I was hit hard on the back of my neck, and a blurry scene disappeared in front of my eyes. The woman who gave me the black box was holding the black box in her arms, looking at me and giggling, and behind her
The carved dragon is lifelike at the door of the Feilong store.
