The old man's gaze was retracted from the Range Rover that was fading away, and he turned to the young man next to him and said, "Did you see the car that passed by just now?"
"Well, the white one?"
"Do you remember the license plate number?"
"Su A5689B, Pro Brand Land Rover Range Rover" Land Rover just passed by the Audi A8 for a few seconds, and the young man next to the Audi only glanced at it.
"Go check the owner of the car and inquire about the news, okay, Qi'an, send me back," the old man explained, turned around and pulled the car door and sat back in A8.
Come a step late, Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum is at the southern foot of the Purple Mountain, the villa is on the north side, there is only a Purple Mountain between the two, you can rush from one side to the other side but you have to go around a big circle, from the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum to the Purple Mountain Villa car drove for half an hour, and so the old man got off the car after the luck of heaven has been After it has passed, it is impossible to find out where the luck has fallen.
But at this time, a white Land Rover drove out of the gate of the villa, and the two young people sitting inside attracted the attention of the old man.
Audi A8 came to Purple Mountain Villa and drove back again after a while, and the young man who was driving was a little confused, but he didn't ask in the car.
In the door, Qi'an can only see his uncle once in a few years, but he is most afraid of this old man who has been away from the mountain gate for eighteen years.
Audi A8 returned to the south of the Purple Mountain, the car stopped at the foot of the mountain, Qi'an got out of the car and opened the back seat door, the old man got down with his hands behind his back and slowly went up a path in the Purple Mountain, and the young man immediately followed him up the mountain.
Walking along the winding path up the mountain, an old man and a young man walked more than ten miles, and the thatched hut where the old man was before appeared in front of him again, and the old man pushed open the door of the thatched hut and walked in.
The furnishings were very simple and quaint, with a small bed woven of grass and rattan in the corner, an old table and two chairs in front of the bed, and a few simple cooking utensils and pots and pans in the kitchen.
After the old man entered the thatched hut, Qi'an scooped a pot of water from the bucket and put it on the stove to burn the fire, after the water boiled, he picked up a teacup from the table and washed it carefully, and then pinched out a touch of fine tea from the teapot and brewed it in the cup The incense wafted in the thatched hut.
Qi'an gently pushed the brewed tea to the old man's side, and he sat down opposite him respectfully.
The old and the young were silent, and there was only the sound of the young man's even breathing and the old man's tea.
"You are much calmer than when you first went up the mountain, it seems that your master has worked you" After a long silence of ten minutes, the old man spoke.
The young man who heard the old man call Qi'an was obviously relieved: "After going up the mountain, I made a few small mistakes, and the master threw me into the cliff of the back mountain for seven days, and then I made another ten days, and I stayed for half a month at most, and I have never made a mistake in the past few years since then, master." said that my temperament has been almost suppressed, and he released me at the beginning of the year."
"It was originally a dragon, but your master had to pick you up as a worm, and his pig's head couldn't be changed."
Qi'an scratched his head with a smile, diverted the topic, and said: "Uncle Shi, you have come to the Purple Mountain to guard the tomb for Mr.
Sun for eighteen years, and the master asked me to tell you that the next generation of tomb guards has been selected as early as eight years ago, but you have not returned······ The old man took a sip of the teacup and said, "You persuaded me to go back to the mountain?"
” "It's not persuasion, it's please" The old man put down the cup, looked at the young man lightly and said, "Every year your master persuades me to go back to the mountain, but do you know why I push it every time?"
"Is it because of your relationship with Mr.
Sun?"
Qi'an said tentatively: "Mr. is dead, are you estranged?"
I want to guard the tomb of Mr.
Sun to comfort his soul in heaven."
"Yes, no," the old man said, looking at the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum outside the thatched hut, "I am not only guarding Mr.
Sun's mausoleum······ Okay, you don't have to persuade me, I'll explain your business, you can do it for me, and I'll go back to the mountain."
Qi'an asked incredulously, "Really back?"
Uncle Shi, what do you want to explain to me?
” The old man frowned, slightly dissatisfied.
After Qi'an was taken aback, he said shamefully: "Check that white car, okay, okay, okay, I'll go check and find out as quickly as possible."
"Okay, go, go, after you find out, invite someone to me, and when you invite me, I will naturally go back to the mountain, and if you don't invite me, I will stay for another eighteen years" Qi'an swallowed his saliva and nodded.
Before leaving, Qi'an carried two buckets and walked back and forth from the front mountain four times, filled the water tank in the grass hut, and then picked a few small vegetables from the vegetable field, washed them, put them in the kitchen, and scooped up a bowl of rice.
An hour and a half later, Qi'an, who was busy with his work, walked to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, took out his mobile phone and dialed it out as he walked.
"Check something for me, a white Range Rover, hanging a Linpai Su A5689B, I want to know who the owner is" At the foot of Zhongshan Ling Mountain, Qi'an answered a call: "The owner's name is Sun Youcai, the new car he just mentioned yesterday, and the name of the insurance is also this, he is thirty-two years old from Guiyang, but he has no business in Nanjing, and he has not been to Nanjing in recent years, which means that this person may be at any time."
Get out of here."
Since he was bitten by Liu Kun, he has been wanted on his body, and Wang Kunlun has always used the fake identity that Wang Xuanzhen gave him when he walked outside, and the name of this identity is Sun Youcai.
"Find a way, call me up the specific location of this Land Rover, I want to meet him as soon as possible, find out where he is and send the address to my mobile phone, I will go by myself" Ten minutes later, Qi'an's phone rang again: "He first appeared in Purple Mountain Villa, and then returned to a hotel in the city for less than half an hour and came out again."
"I'm asking now, who asked you to check before," Qi'an said impatiently. "······ Now" The person on the phone was silent for a long time and said, "It may be a little difficult for you to meet him" "What do you mean?
Land Rover has put on its wings and gone to the clouds?
Qi'an said with a sneer.
"I didn't fly, but two hours ago he went out of Nanjing and got on the Shenhai Expressway, and after getting on the highway, he took off the Linpai, and he was speeding more than 15 times all the way, and he was going to drive to 200."
Qi'an Muran, who was holding the phone, was stunned, and after a full minute or two, he scolded: "I have nothing to dedicate a few hours, just delay this more than an hour to drive up the highway?"
It's driving so fast, you really want to fly?
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"Before going down to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, Qi'an picked up a few buckets of water on the mountain and picked some vegetables, which took exactly two hours.