After a cup of tea, Sun Biao came back from his thoughts.
He rolled down the sleeves with holes in them and a few weeds on them. He kept beating the sleeves with his left hand, knocking off the mud spots on the sleeves bit by bit. He put on the tattered clothes that hadn't been washed for a long time on this old man full of stubble.
Just add a broken wooden bowl and you can go begging on the street.
Sun Biao threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and took out a waterproof bag from his arms. The waterproof bag was contrary to the tattered linen clothes. This bag was clean without even a trace of mud. He took out a cigarette and lit it slowly, while
While riding a horse, looking at the sky blocked by branches, it was like an old man recalling his life.
Lin Heng looked at Sun Biao's unhurried movements and felt like an ant on a hot pot. Did he guess wrong? He began to doubt his guess.
Lin Heng guessed as he picked up the wooden crutch in his hand and kept rubbing it. Lin Heng and Sun Biao were in rags, and if they added an erhu, they would be extremely slovenly beggars. One was strong and the other was strong.
They are thin, one has a stubble on his face and has yellow teeth, the other has dark circles under his eyes and looks like a starved person.
If the two of them want to become beggars, then all the beggars in Fanhua City will lose their jobs.
"You guessed it right, I did receive the token."
Lin Heng's curiosity suddenly exploded, like a monkey that couldn't eat a banana. He hurriedly asked, "What token?"
"A tip bag." There was no wave on Sun Biao's face, as calm as a windless lake.
Although Xu Hao's face on the side looked calm, his neck was like a turtle, stretched out two feet long, and his ears almost reached the sky. He didn't dare to express his anger for fear of missing some important gossip.
Lin Heng was startled at first, but after less than half a stick of incense, he calmed down. Like a child hunting for the first time, he carefully took out a brocade bag embroidered with gold thread from the arms of his coarse cloth coat.
This brocade bag is embroidered with a lurking golden python. Although the golden python is embroidered like red, its body is coiled up and its head is lowered, as if it is looking for its own prey.
"Do you think it's this kind of tip bag?" After saying that, Lin Heng handed the tip bag in his hand to Sun Biao.
Sun Biao first frowned inward, pursed his lips, and a trace of shock appeared. Xu Hao had been with Sun Biao for so many years, and he had never seen this old guy look surprised.
Sun Biao took the brocade bag and looked over it over and over on horseback. His eyes were almost set on the brocade bag. After looking at it for a long time, he slowly put his hand into the ragged linen clothes and groped up and down. After groping for a long time, he found nothing.
He took it out and buckled it until his nails were covered with black mud. He fumbled a few more times, but still found nothing.
Suddenly, Sun Biao slapped his forehead, put his right hand into the torn sleeve on the left, touched for a long time, and finally took out a bag that was not much different from the one in Lin Heng's hand.
The size and shape of the brocade bag in Sun Biao's sleeve are very similar to Lin Heng's brocade bag. Even the gold thread is exactly the same, but the things embroidered on the two brocade bags are very different.
Lin Heng's brocade bag was embroidered with a lurking golden python, while Sun Biao's brocade bag was embroidered with a golden wolf, with its head turned to the sky. The brocade bag also had a full moon embroidered with gold thread.
The wolf kept howling at the golden moon.
Xu Hao finally couldn't help being curious and turned his head towards the two of them, showing the naughtiness that a fifteen-year-old child should have. He kept pulling on their clothes with both hands and shouted excitedly, "Show me quickly, show me quickly."
Let me see!"
Lin Heng kept blocking Xu Hao with his hands, and muttered, "I am a traitor, and you can't show the traitor's things!" As he said this, he smiled evilly at Xu Hao.
"Just now was just now, and now is now. As long as you show it to me, I won't think you are a traitor!" Xu Hao is still just a child after all, and he has the innocence to give up suspicion about unknown things.
Seeing that Lin Heng couldn't defeat him, he threw the brocade bag to Xu Hao. Xu Hao caught it, hurriedly untied the gold thread on the brocade bag and opened the brocade bag.
There is a note lying in this brocade bag. This note is like a concubine in the arms of an emperor, gentle and quiet.
Xu Hao carefully took out the note, fearing to disturb the concubine's enjoyment. He slowly unfolded the note, with several large characters written on it in ink.
"I can't see you in the depths of flowers. When you come back, the python will come out of its hole."
Xu Hao read word by word, for fear of missing the next word. When he finished reading, his little eyebrows wrinkled again, and he recited silently in his heart, trying to taste the deep meaning.
"How's it going? Smart guy, do you know what it means?" Lin Heng looked at the confusion on Xu Hao's face and joked.
After a cup of tea, Xu Hao came out of his thoughts. He slowly said, "Deep in the flowers? You mean the prosperous city? You mean Ye Lan? Python is you?"
Xu Hao was like a poor scholar who had just entered the temple, carefully interpreting the words word by word, for fear of offending the officials if he misinterpreted it.
"Hey! Isn't this very smart? How about it? Am I still a traitor? Do you still doubt me?" Lin Heng's expression was like that of a wretched uncle who kept fooling a child.
"Old Sun, what's in your bag?" Lin Heng's expression suddenly turned serious from the vulgar one before, and he asked Sun Biao coldly.
Sun Biao didn't hesitate and threw the kit directly to Xu Hao. "Come on, boy. Please explain to me what you mean."
Xu Hao caught the kit and couldn't hide the excitement on his face anymore. He chuckled. This time he was even more anxious than last time. Xu Hao didn't even untie the gold thread, but directly put the kit away.
At his mouth, he bit off the golden thread that tied him to death.
"Slow down! Don't let me bite you!" Sun Biao shouted anxiously as he watched Xu Hao bite the golden thread.
Xu Hao was surprised again, because there was nothing else in Sun Biao's bag, it was just a note. He put his face close and read it word by word.
"The fishing man with a white head is thinking of the morning sun in the East China Sea."
This time Xu Hao was not so lucky after reading it. After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't figure out the meaning of this poem.
Needless to say, the white-headed fisherman must be Sun Biao.
But what does it mean to read Chenxi in the East China Sea? Xu Hao is silent and has no clue at all. You can see Chenxi when fishing in the East China Sea? Isn’t this nonsense? Lin Heng’s poems are at least related to the golden python embroidered on the brocade bag.
, but this poem has nothing to do with the lone wolf in the kit.
"How's it going? Boy, can you guess it?" Sun Biao took a puff of his cigarette, and the tone of his question seemed to be asking Xu Hao for advice.
"You can guess it from the front." Xu Hao no longer had the cautious tone just now, but answered honestly.
"Nonsense, I can guess this even if you speak plain English." Sun Biao looked at Xu Hao and said impatiently.
Lin Heng remained silent beside him, and he was also thinking about the meaning of this poem. Although this poem is not difficult to understand, what is the deep meaning in it? At this time, Lin Heng's heart was like a newly literate child searching for
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