Early the next morning, Xu Siqi finished washing, came to the door of Zheng Zheng's bedroom, knocked on the door, and said, "I went to buy breakfast. What should I bring back?"
"There is a food box in the kitchen..." Zheng Zheng replied vaguely, turned over and fell asleep again.
Ten minutes later, Xu Siqi returned home, put the food box on the dining table, and said while taking off his coat: "I bought crab shell roe, wontons, and Liufuju pickles. Get up and eat them while they're hot..."
There was no response in the bedroom.
Xu Siqi stepped over and pushed open the ajar door. The quilts were piled messily on the bed, solemnly but nowhere to be found.
As soon as the door of the room rang, he opened the door solemnly and walked in. He opened the food box, looked at it, and said, "Siqi, maybe we are buddies. I like to eat pickles from Liufuju. How did you know?"
Xu Siqi said: "There are several empty bottles from Liufuju in the kitchen. It's impossible for me not to know."
He laughed solemnly, pulled out his chair, sat down, and said, "If you ask me, you are so smart that even being an agent would be a waste of your talent."
Xu Siqi glanced at him: "You call this extremely clever?"
"What's that called?"
Xu Siqi was too lazy to argue with him, picked up the spoon, took a sip of wonton soup, and said, "Where have you been so early in the morning?"
"Go out and buy a pack of cigarettes." Zheng Zheng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and slapped it on the table.
Xu Siqi glanced at the half pack of cigarettes on the coffee table.
Following Xu Siqi's gaze, he solemnly explained hurriedly: "I can't get used to the big hero, but the three forts are more powerful."
"Yesterday you exaggerated that heroes are good smokers, but today you can't get used to it?"
"When I say good cigarettes, I mean they are expensive, and whether you are used to smoking or not is two different things..."
Zheng Zheng ate quickly and devoured it in a few minutes. He lit a cigarette and took two puffs. He looked at Xu Siqi who was chewing slowly and said, "Siqi, I want to ask you a question."
"What's the problem?"
"What do you think of the Communist Party?"
"The Communist Party? Are they the people you saw wandering around and shouting slogans on the street when you were studying?"
"Roughly the same."
Xu Siqi stopped his chopsticks and thought seriously for a while, then shook his head slightly and said: "I haven't been in contact with them, so I don't know much about them. However, I personally think that kind of behavior is the knowledge of a scholar, and a scholar cannot do it."
It’s lacking, but empty talk is hurting the country.”
He nodded solemnly and thoughtfully: "You are right, I think so too."
"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?" Xu Siqi asked while eating.
He smiled solemnly: "Let's chat..."
After breakfast, I solemnly excused myself to go out because I had something to do.
Xu Siqi stood in front of the window, watching Zheng Zheng walk away. He was silent for a while, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.
——That day in the conference room on the third floor of the textile factory, he not only saw Wang Guanqiao, but also Zheng Zheng. At that time, Zheng Zheng was hiding around the corner, waiting for an opportunity to shoot Wang Guanqiao.
This is no wonder why Zheng Zheng repeatedly told himself not to go to the Chenghuang Temple area. It was because he had long known the plan to assassinate Wang Guanqiao.
Obviously, Zheng Zheng is from the Secret Service.
A classmate and good friend whom he hadn't seen for many years actually joined the government's secret service. This was something Xu Siqi never expected.
Xu Siqi also guessed that when he went to buy breakfast, someone must have come to see Zheng Zheng. The conversation he just had seemed to be testing his attitude.
…………
After noon, he came back solemnly with a bag of fruit. Before he entered the door, he said: "Siqi, look what I bought? The big pockmarked pear from Yantai, one bite will make you lose your teeth, try it quickly."
Xu Siqi put down the book in his hand and said with a smile: "The tone of your voice sounds like a pear seller... Where have you been all morning? Are you so busy on a public holiday?"
He solemnly took out two tickets from his pocket, waved them in front of Xu Siqi's eyes, and said: "Front row, in the middle, if I didn't ask for help from acquaintances, I wouldn't have been able to buy such a good seat. I've been busy all morning, and it's not easy to do it."
Get two tickets."
Xu Siqi took the ticket and took a look. The seats were seats 13 and 14 in the first row. He frowned and said, "Is it too close to the stage?"
"For the uninitiated, you have to sit in the front row when watching a drama. You can't see anything if you are far away."
"oh……"
"Siqi, you have nothing to do when you are free. How about I go out with you?"
"OK."
Xu Siqi put on his coat and solemnly went out.
There was a light rain last night, the air was exceptionally fresh, the sky was clear, there was not even a breath of wind, and the warm sunshine shone on me, making me feel very comfortable and comfortable.
There are many businesses and shops on the streets, cars and rickshaws are constantly coming and going, and well-dressed men and women give the whole neighborhood a bustling and lively scene.
The two of them strolled in the courtyard and walked slowly along the road. When they encountered something that Xu Siqi was interested in, they would explain it solemnly from time to time. In this way, they stopped and talked, and the time passed very quickly.
"Seriously, is there a used bookstore nearby?"
"It seems that your interests and hobbies have not changed at all. You still like those old objects."
"Um."
"So, it's easy to change a country's nature, but it's hard to change its nature..."
"This sentence is not entirely accurate."
"Where is the inaccuracy?"
Xu Siqi gave a solemn look and said with a smile: "I remember that you admired doctors very much at that time. You cursed and swore to me that you would become a doctor who could save lives and heal the wounded in the future, and you also borrowed a copy of "Shen Nong's Classic of Herbal Medicine" from my home.
, it is said that it was painstakingly studied day and night, and it has not been returned yet.”
He said solemnly: "Mr. Lu Xun once said that studying medicine cannot save China, so I no longer want to be a doctor."
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to be a doctor, but where are the books?" Xu Siqi said half-jokingly.
"Don't be so stingy. It's just a book, and you chase it all the way to Shanghai to get it."
"That's an ancient book from the Guangxu period. I secretly lent it to you behind my father's back..."
"It was not worth much money during the Guangxu period..."
The two chatted and laughed and walked into a second-hand bookstore called "Songzhuzhai".
The bookstore is not very large, with two rows of bookshelves arranged vertically and horizontally, plus three rows of bookshelves against the wall, making the room full of books.
The boss, a middle-aged man in his forties, was standing on a stool sorting out books. When he saw the guests, he said, "What kind of books do you need? I can recommend them to you."
He said solemnly: "You are busy with your business, we can just take a look."
Xu Siwen stood in front of the bookshelf and pulled out a copy of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" published by Zhonghua Book Company in the third year of the Republic of China. He felt that the quality was a little poor and had little collection value.
"Crack!"
A book fell from above my head.
Xu Siqi looked down and saw that it was a handwritten copy of "The Story of the Stone".
"The Story of the Stone" is also known as "A Dream of Red Mansions".
Nowadays, various printed versions of "A Dream of Red Mansions" are everywhere, but relatively few hand-written copies exist.
Xu Siqi hurriedly reached out to pick it up, and his other hand happened to make the same movement.