Seeing that the younger brother was silent, Dumpling asked again.
The little brother shook his head, walked into the house, stood in front of the window, and looked at the cloudless, blue sky outside. What was suppressed in his heart seemed to be released at this moment.
He turned around, looked at Dumpling standing at the door with a curious expression on his face, and said seriously: "It's very clean."
"Huh?" Dumpling scratched his head, a little confused. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the sky-blue sheets spread on the big bed in the middle of the room, as well as the patterns of many palm-sized yellow chickens squatting on the clouds and taking a bath. The corners of his eyes twitched.
Take it.
"Haha, as long as you're satisfied." Dumpling laughed dryly. He still couldn't figure out why his master Yu insisted on letting him buy such a childish four-piece suit. At first, he thought he was going to live there.
The distinguished guest who came in was a child who liked little yellow chickens.
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After dinner, Dumplings played games in the room, while Wu Xiaoxie and the three of them lay on the deck chairs in the pavilion, chatting together.
"Brother, do you have any plans for the future?" Wu Xiaoxie asked.
The little brother closed his eyes and seemed to be thinking. After a long time, he opened his eyes and said calmly: "I want to walk around."
The fat man opened a can of beer and put it in the little brother's hand. "Take a walk? Where do you want to go? Do you have a purpose? Do you want me to give you a travel guide or something."
The little brother looked up at the already darkening sky and said softly: "I don't know, go to the places you mentioned, Shandong, Xingcheng, Changbai Mountain, the desert, go around and see if you can remember anything." p>
Wu Xiaoxie's heart skipped a beat. This was what he least wanted to hear - he wanted to remember something.
He suddenly thought that if my little brother's life keeps repeating in a cycle of amnesia, searching, remembering, and amnesia again, then he may not be able to find the puzzle he wants to find even to the end of the world.
If he thinks of something during his travels, for a person with a blank memory, this little emotional fragment will undoubtedly be very tempting to him. There are countless unknowns ahead, and this little hint will be enough.
It will become all kinds of threads heading to the black hole, making people miserable.
He suddenly understood what his brother said that time by the campfire, "I am a person without a past and a future."
There was almost no pause or rest in his life. He was always searching, and the bigger the puzzle behind him became, the more painful it became.
The most important thing is that he didn't know what he was looking for from the beginning, because he would lose his memory in the process, so he would have to load the file and start it all over again.
In his life, searching has become a habit. Maybe the little brother himself doesn’t know what else he can do besides searching.
For people who have lost their memory, perhaps retrieving the past is the purpose of their life.
But Wu Xiaoxie understands the pain deeply, and he really doesn't want him to continue on the same old path.
The atmosphere fell silent for a while, and you could only vaguely hear the yelling and cursing from Dumplings playing games in the room.
"Oh, come on, come on, go to the front, what are you doing here, mother-in-law, waiting for the old hen to lay eggs?"
The fat man laughed out loud, lit a cigarette, and the thin gray smoke quickly dispersed in the air...
"Innocent, just let nature take its course. It's unrealistic for you to force him here." The fat man sighed.
As soon as he finished speaking, Dumpling, who was playing games in the room, suddenly poked his head out and called out, "Little Third Master."
Wu Xiaoxie turned to look over.
Dumpling scratched his face, smiled innocently, and asked: "Little Third Master, are you going to leave Hangzhou with this little brother?"
Wu Xiaoxie just looked at him and said nothing.
Dumpling shrank his neck, ran back to the house, took out a backpack, and handed it to Wu Xiaoxie, "Master Yu prepared this. He said that if you want to leave Hangzhou, the things in it should be useful."<
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Wu Xiaoxie took it and opened it. There were some documents inside. The top was an ID card. The one-inch portrait on it was the expressionless expression of the boy. There was also a note paper stuffed in the transparent protective sleeve.
Cut it out
Look, it’s Zhang Zhuxun’s calligraphy.
"Muyu is well prepared. What are you writing about?" Fatty came over, took a look at it, and read out, "I'm going to do something and I'll be back in about half a month. You and Fatty go first."
One step."
"Go ahead..." Fatty muttered and asked Dumpling, "When did your Master Yu leave the note?"
Dumpling counted on his fingers, "Two weeks ago."
The fat man nodded, "More than half a month, that's almost it. Innocent, let's seize the time to think about it. Last time you asked me to inquire about my little brother, the fat man really got some clues."
Wu Xiaoxie became interested immediately, "What did you find out?"
"Do you remember the last time we went to Changbai Mountain, that Bald Chu who held the lama for your third uncle?" said the fat man.
Wu Xiaoxie suddenly remembered, "You're talking about the bank boss who cooperated with my third uncle. Didn't he collude with Chen Pia Si to scheme against my third uncle, and finally let Lei Zi get him? What are you doing with him?"
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"Since these intermediaries between them and the lama can contact me and my brother, they will naturally have their information channels. Maybe they know something about my brother's affairs." Fatty said, "But those people are very tight-lipped.
I couldn’t pry it off with money, so I thought about finding a guy who didn’t have those worries and wasn’t afraid of offending others.”
"That bald Chu guy has been in there for so long. I'm afraid he's finished explaining what he needs to explain. As long as we find him, we can finally pry the hole out of him."
Wu Xiaoxie's eyes lit up, "This is a good idea, but this kind of person is very shrewd. What if we go there and he turns around and reports it to us."
The fat man shook his head, confident, "He is in trouble now, and there are many places to ask for help. We are like sending briquettes in the snow. It is not difficult to come up with a trick, but I just don't know where this old boy is being held."
Wu Xiaoxie breathed a sigh of relief, "This is simple, you can ask Pan Zi to ask someone about the situation."
Then he glanced at the little brother and said: "It's better for us to intervene than to let the little brother wander around like a headless chicken."
The fat man sighed, "This guy Muyu has disappeared, otherwise he knows more than us. At least we can find the place where I used to live."
The two discussed some more details, and finally went back to their houses to sleep.
The next day Wu Xiaoxie called Pan Zi and told him about it. Pan Zi agreed and just told him to wait for the news.
My little brother is temporarily living in a house in Hangzhou.
Three days later, Pan Zi called and brought bad news.
"That old boy seems to have been in contact with someone before, and he refused to say anything about the money. He looked like he was desperate."
Wu Xiaoxie had a sudden thought, now he was in trouble, "Did he reveal who he was?"
