"It doesn't matter if you can't forget it."
Ji Chengxue didn't smile, but turned her head and looked at me deeply.
"Have you ever thought about whether the person you love is Lin Lihuan from three thousand years ago or Lin Bei who is sitting next to you now?"
I smiled bitterly and glanced at her.
Ji Chengxue trembled all over, her eyes staring at me slowly lowered, just like her actions in the past: "I don't know."
"I'm a very selfish person.
If it's mine, it can only be mine.
I won't touch what's not mine.
You see, everything I get now is mine."
I mentioned something that I thought was very brilliant.
Smile, I want to laugh louder, but when it reaches my throat, no sound comes out.
"Let me tell you a story."
I looked at Ji Chengxue and said.
"Once upon a time, there was a young monk in the mountain.
The young monk would knock wooden fish and chant sutras every day in the temple.
Although the temple was so dilapidated that only one person was left.
There was a family next to the temple, and there was a family living in this family.
Female, approximately fifteen or sixteen years old."
"Then what?"
Ji Chengxue looked at me and said.
"Then the woman fell in love with this little monk and came to the temple every day to have fun."
"Little monk, do you think my new clothes look good?"
"Little monk, look at whether I went to get the beads today to see if they are beautiful or not."
"Little monk, let me sing you a song today."
"This conversation continued almost every day, but the little monk kept his eyes closed and knocked on the wooden fish in front of him.
Until one day, the woman wore a wedding dress like fire and a phoenix crown on her head.
That day she looked at the little monk and said, I I’m getting married.
The young monk recited a line of Amitabha.
His heart felt calm, but for some reason, the beads scattered all over the floor.
I took a deep puff of my cigarette.
"Many years later, the young monk became an old monk.
He still lived on that mountain and still knocked rotten wooden fish.
He just had an additional habit.
Every day, he would go to a tombstone on the mountain to recite a rebirth mantra."
Ji Chengxue bit her lip, and her eyes, which had never fluctuated before, trembled slightly.
She stood up, and her enchanting robe that looked like blood trembled: "It's very cold at night, remember to go to bed early."
After saying that, she turned and entered the room behind her.
I sat alone on the steps, lowered my head and looked at my toes: "Donor, you are the devil in the heart of this poor monk.
The closer this poor monk is to you, the farther away he is from the Buddha."
I was reciting what the old monk said to the tombstone at the end of the story.
The cigarette butt burned my fingers, but they were so numb that I felt like I couldn’t feel anything.
Early the next morning, Ya Shajin and I got into the extended Lincoln.
The Xiahou family was not too far from Hangzhou, and they didn’t want to go as far into Mangshan as the Wu family.
It was extremely difficult to find.
We took the car in the morning and arrived at almost noon.
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If If everything goes well, we might even be able to catch a meal.
Ya Shajin sat across from me with his shoulders closed and his eyes closed, like a standing Buddha.
It made me feel awkward.
I also regretted taking the boy on the road because he was too bored and belonged to the third category.
There is no one type that can be picked out.
Sometimes I really wonder how Chen Changsheng developed such a cheerful personality.
"Have you ever thought that one day you would follow me to rob tombs?"
I raised a topic and asked Crow Killer.
"No."
The guy didn't even shake his head.
"If you don't like this business, just tell me and I won't make it difficult for you."
I pretended to be a big brother and patted Aya Crow Killer on the shoulder.
"As long as I can survive, I have no other requirements."
Ya Shajin opened his eyes and said with a dull look.
"Ha ha" I laughed dryly, turned my head and took a sip of the red wine next to me.
I looked out of the car as if nothing happened and never said a word to Ya Shajin again.
He has no dreams, no thought about what he will do next, nothing he likes very much, and nothing he particularly hates.
Ya Sha Jin really has the word "sword" throughout his life, but no matter how I look at it, I feel that he is just pretending, and There is no indication that it can be worn in any situation.
We were speechless all the way.
After I slept for two, the car slowly stopped.
The driver turned around and told me that we had arrived at the place.
I glanced at my watch and it happened to be noon.
I rubbed my face and got out of the car.
Ya Shajin followed me and walked out.
What Ya Sha Jin wore today was completely opposite to me.
I was dressed in a suit and leather shoes like a businessman and politician.
I was so meticulous that even I found it a bit troublesome.
But Ya Sha Jin was wearing black, a black shirt, and a black Trousers, black boots.
There was a sword hanging on the back of his waist, looking serious like a killer.
Xiahou's family is located in a small city, a second-tier city.
It's a villa of a wealthy family that doesn't show off the mountains and rivers.
I don't think it has the retro feel of a courtyard.
The Xiahou family can be said to be completely European and American.
Even the style of the villa is like this.
Although it is a second-tier city, It would probably cost a lot of money to build a big villa like this.
Especially since there is a golf course in the backyard.
"It's great to have money."
I clicked my tongue and walked to the front door of Xiahou's house.
Two people who looked like bodyguards stopped me.
"Report to your family master that Lin Bei is here to visit."
I glanced at the two bodyguards and said aloud.
"Do you have an appointment?"
The two bodyguards glanced at me and Ya Shaqin.
"No appointment."
I said simply.
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"If you don't, please come back.
The number of people like you who come to the Patriarch is not hundreds but dozens a day.
If it is really the person the Patriarch told me, I will remember it, but I'm sorry, I don't remember Lin Bei."
Among them.
A bodyguard with slightly darker skin looked at me and said.
"I suggest you report it to your family head.
I'm afraid if something goes wrong, you can't afford it."
I lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said with a smile.
The slightly dark-skinned bodyguard glanced at my finger, and then smiled coldly: "I advise you to get out of here while I don't want to do anything, otherwise I will change my mind later.
With small bodies like you two, you can It’s hard to say if you can’t withstand my punch.”
"Today's bodyguards are really unqualified."
I clicked my tongue.
But just when I finished saying this, I felt a strong wind coming from the side of my face.
When I looked up, I saw the slightly dark-skinned bodyguard stretched out his arms.
A palm as big as a cattail leaf fan suddenly slapped my ear.
My pupils shrank, but before I made a move, I saw a flash of silver light, followed by a hiss and a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
The dark-skinned bodyguard took a few steps back, holding his severed wrist.
I was convulsing in pain on the ground and couldn't even speak.
Ya Shajin sheathed his sword and half-closed his eyes.
"How dare you hurt people here?
Do you know where this place is?"
Another bodyguard was so frightened that his legs became weak.
He swallowed hard and leaned against the iron door behind him.
"I'll give you five minutes.
It's best to report that Lin Bei is visiting.
What do you think?"
I looked at the bodyguard with a smile and said softly.
The bodyguard shook his lips, then held the dark-skinned bodyguard with both hands, turned around and opened the iron door as if to escape, and then slowly disappeared from my sight.
I took a puff of cigarette, glanced at my watch, and said with a smile: "Do you believe that after a while, dozens of people will rush out to kill us both?"
"Letter."
Ya Shajin nodded.
"Can I fight?"
I smiled.
"able."
Ya Shajin never likes talking nonsense, and he won't ask me why I ask this.
But although he is usually a boring gourd, I particularly like his free and easy spirit, and he does things quickly and doesn't talk nonsense.
While Ya Shajin and I were still talking about this matter, a silver Maybach slowly appeared in my field of vision.
I raised my eyebrows and looked at this globally limited edition car with interest.
A few moments later, a man and a woman stepped out of a thousand luxury cars.
Both of them are in their twenties.
The man is wearing an Italian handmade suit.
The brand is deliberately exposed on the cuffs.
He has a well-oiled slicked back hair.
He is quite handsome.
You can tell at a glance that he is a real man.
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The rich second generation or the rich third generation.
The woman looks a little more playful, wearing a floral suspender skirt, a pair of white sandals on her feet, her hair tied into a ponytail behind her head, fresh and refined, and her appearance can be rated as an eighty-two.
Ranked second only to monsters like Ji Chengxue and Luoyang.
"Hey, Lily, this is Xiahou's house."
The man looked at the young woman with a flattering look, bowed his head and said.
It can be seen that the two people are not lovers, but if this man is chasing this girl, I think there's probably nothing left to do.
"Well, let's go in now."
The woman named Lily nodded.
As soon as he finished speaking, the man with the slicked back hair walked over to me and Ya Shajin, and said with his chest raised and his head raised: "You two go and inform your family master that people from the Honghe Chamber of Commerce are here."
After hearing this, I chuckled, flicked the cigarette butt out, looked at him and said, "Do you think I am the janitor of this house?"
The man was startled at first, but after glancing at us, his expression immediately became lively again: "Hmph, it doesn't get much better if you look like you are not janitors, but judging from your clothes and background, the Xiahou family should not be either.
I will."
After saying that, the man walked up to the woman, nodded and bowed.
"Lily, maybe the doormen have gone to eat now.
Let's wait a moment.
Those two are not doormen.
They are probably poor people looking for work, so don't worry about them."
The man spoke in a loud voice, and he didn't seem to be afraid that Ya Sha and I would hear him.
The woman looked at me and Crow Killer, smiled kindly at us, and I nodded.
This man may be an idiot, but this girl is still pretty good.
Just as he was talking, a violent noise rang loudly in my ears
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