"I read a piece of news a few days ago. There is a street in a city that has taken in a disabled and mentally retarded woman for more than ten years. The street was willing to provide proof, and it was only this year that the authorities finally approved her household registration. It's so hard. Ruan Qing said, "And you are worse than these situations."
Twenty-seven has no way of proving who he is.
Because his origins are completely unknown.
So when Ruan Qing realized that the right path was not going to work, he happened to see that video and suddenly had an inspiration - since he had no origin, create one for him.
"I'm afraid of what to do if I fail." Ruan Qing told Twenty-Seven of his concerns, "If I'm over ninety years old... do you think it's still possible to live? I'm just afraid of what might happen..."
Twenty-seven has done too many disguises and used false identities in the past, and is very familiar with this kind of thing.
"This is a part that we can't control. It's up to people and fate." He said, "In short, just do your best."
Okay, that's it.
After Twenty-Seven cleared the dining table, Ruan Qing first sent a message to her father asking for Uncle Seven's phone number, then took the notebook over and started drawing out detailed plans.
Pili typed loudly, and then turned to shout at Twenty-seven: "Don't shave from now on!"
Ruan Qing hung up the phone and called to Twenty-Seven: "Come here and listen."
Since you are creating a new identity, you must be careful not to be discovered. detail! details make a difference!
Both of them changed their clothes, and Ruan Qing said, "You changed your look, it's too eye-catching."
Twenty-seven asked: "What kind do you want?"
"You don't have to worry about this, really, it's not troublesome. No, no, really no need."
Fortunately, Zhao Hao has quite a lot of hats, as well as masks with various patterns. Twenty-seven hid her hair in a hat and wore a new color mask.
"Hey, Guling City? No wonder." Ruan Qing said, "It's not far from us, less than 200 kilometers away."
His accent is very similar to Uncle Seven's, but more difficult to understand. Ruan Qing listened hard but couldn't understand even a third of it. The pronunciation was too weird.
The difference between ancient pronunciation and modern pronunciation is really huge, and it is far different from Mandarin.
Twenty-seven: "Okay."
"Let's go." Ruan Qing said, "Let's go buy clothes first."
He asks for 12,000 yuan for a piece of porcelain. If you counter-offer 12,000 yuan and take it away, you will lose money. You have to counter-offer eighty and let him sell it to you for eighty-five.
It is said to be a ghost market, but it is actually an antique and flea market, famous for selling fake antiques.
This market is quite big, and it is said that many people like to come here to buy things.
"I'm going to change clothes!" Ruan Qing went back to the room happily. Look at how excited she was, how could it be "fitting the plot"? Twenty-seven held her forehead, feeling deeply that it would be a pity for her not to write a storybook.
"No, no, no, no, I'm not used to it. I'll book a hotel in the county, stay there, and then drive there."
Twenty-seven said: "It's the accent from Lingcheng."
However, after listening for a few minutes, Twenty-seven said in an accent: "Can you understand what I say?"
On the contrary, it is the kind of rustic farm dialect spoken by Uncle Qi, which is vaguely similar. In fact, with the development over the years, the accents of many people in rural areas have been affected and changed. Only people as old as Uncle Qi can speak such ancient dialects.
"And use all your honorifics and ancient sayings!"
Twenty-seven: "Okay."
Ruan Qing dialed Uncle Seven's phone number: "Grandpa Seven, I am Ruan Qing, yes, Ruan Aihua's daughter, do you remember me?"
"Listen carefully. This is the dialect from our hometown. Can you learn this accent?"
"Yeah." After a while, Ruan Qing said, "Yes, I asked him to ask. I'm on vacation. I heard from my dad that the scenery in the mountains in our hometown is quite beautiful. I want to go back and have a look in a few days. I think I went back once when I was in elementary school, but I haven’t been back since. My dad always said how beautiful the scenery was, and I was a little moved.”
"This is not the dialect of our hometown, but it feels very flavorful. Where is this accent?" Ruan Qing asked.
After the schedule was printed out, Twenty-seven also walked over and looked at it, raising his eyebrows: "What about the first step...?"
Ruan Qing: "The same goes for your nails, they can't be so neat, keep them!"
"What are you, Your Excellency, Your Majesty, Why, Why, Dare to ask, etc., take them out and drag them up, it's really great!"
As soon as Twenty-Seven came out of the bathroom, she saw Ruan Qing nodding "Yeah" to the phone.
"Huh?" Ruan Qing was shocked, "You, you, you, you, please say a few more words."
The old man's accent sounded very obscure. Ruan Qing has been listening to his grandfather's accent since he was a child, and he could only barely understand half of it.
Twenty-seven then jabbered a lot.
The sentence "How are you at home?" caused the person on the other end of the phone to start talking, and Ruan Qing, without any impatience, kept listening and leading with "Hmm, then what?"
"You have to go shopping to find out." Ruan Qing said, "Change your clothes and get ready to go out. Hey, wait a minute, let me take a look. That's great. My dad sent me his phone number. You go change your clothes first. I'll go out first." Make a call."
The two of them drove to a famous ghost market in Jiangcheng.
"Okay, okay, I will definitely have dinner at your house then."
Ruan Qing slapped him with a fist! "That's it!" She agreed, "You don't have to imitate my seventh uncle's speech, just use this accent! It's closer to the plot!"
"Yes, my dad called you yesterday. How are you? I haven't seen you for several years. How is your family?"
Uncle Qi forced himself to speak extremely non-standard Mandarin at the beginning, but she led him to start talking, and slowly he began to speak the dialect of his hometown.
She clicked play, and the conversation began to play on her phone. It turned out that she had just recorded the call.
"But your pronunciation... oh oh oh! I understand!" Ruan Qing suddenly realized, "You have an ancient pronunciation!"
Only when we arrived did we realize how big it was, and it actually had three floors. Ruan Qing, the security guard, inquired about it and found the area selling old clothes.
I visited a few stalls and picked up a set of blue clothes that looked like military uniforms, the kind commonly seen in period dramas, and a coat in the style of the Republic of China.
I asked the stall owner if he had any Taoist robes. After asking several stalls, I finally found them.
Ruan Qing was not satisfied. The material is so good, and the signs of distress are so obvious. It's a bit fake and doesn't fit the plot well enough.
After whispering to Nianqi what she was dissatisfied with, Nianqi rubbed her itchy and hot ears and nodded: "Yes, it's too fake."
"But it doesn't matter, leave it to me." He said, "My old-fashioned skills are better than his."
"???" Ruan Qing, "Do you know how to do this?"
Isn't craftsmanship like cutting off heads and taking lives
Twenty-seven explained: "You have to learn a little bit about all kinds of things. You often travel outside, and if you need something, you can't go all the way back to the door to find someone to do it. You have to do it yourself outside."
Okay, what does he know? I will have to interrogate him later when I find time.
Ruan Qing went to get some shabby-looking hairpins, and bought cloth shoes, antique socks, torn pants and a series of other things.
"It would be suspicious if you were empty-handed by then." Ruan Qing said, "Just say you live in the mountains, it can be considered home. When you leave, you should at least pack a small bag, so that it will be realistic."
"It also fits the plot I designed."
Ruan Qing is very persistent in "plot", even a little fanatical. Of course twenty-seven listened to her and bought several bags of things.
When the two of them were carrying their bags and preparing to go back, Ruan Qing saw something good again: "That, that, that!"
He passed by running.
When Nian Qi followed him, he saw they were knives. Judging from the shape, they should be hatchets, sickles, kitchen knives and real knives used as weapons. But they are all rusty.
Ruan Qing praised: "It's so realistic!"
Twenty-seven handed all the bags into one hand. He freed his hand to pick up one and looked at it. He was speechless - he didn't even start.
"Of course." Ruan Qing said, "If you really start a fight, you can't just leave it here and sell it. Are you going to be investigated?"
Twenty-seven said: "They are all old-fashioned and very fake."
It's full of rust, but not a single chip. It's basically a new knife that has never been sharpened and made old by hand, and it will rust quickly.
How realistic is it
Made by the masters of forgery in the Palace of Hell, the level of realism is far beyond this.
This one really fails in terms of details.
"I mean, it's close to the plot!" Ruan Qing whispered to him again. Because there are a lot of people in the market, I am afraid that others will hear me if I am too loud. The voice was low and messy, so I had to speak closer.
Twenty-seven’s ears started to heat up again. Ruan Qing's words were filled with enthusiasm: "This is the identity I designed for you. Living in the mountains, how do you make a living? You must have one or two knives, otherwise you can't even chop wood. "
It turns out that this is what she meant by "realistic".
Twenty-seven endured the heat in his ears and nodded seriously: "You are right, this is the only way to be careful."
So the two men took a hatchet and a kitchen knife when they left.
Return with a full load!
When I got home, I realized that I was very hungry. I was so busy shopping that it was past lunch time and I didn’t have time to cook, so I ordered takeout.
While waiting for the takeout, Ruan Qing went through the "plot" with Twenty-Seven again.
Finally, she said: "The progress of the whole thing must be in the hands of both of us. And we must pay attention to details and always remember that you are a person out of touch with the times. No, no, you just need to perform in your true colors, and you will be here Forget all the things I learned here, just treat it as if you just passed through it."
Twenty-seven agreed immediately and took out the clothes: "I'll take care of these later."
It's really too old and fake.
Originally, in his understanding, he was good at killing people and only had some knowledge in forgery and counterfeiting. Now it seems that in this modern society, knowing these "one or two" is already considered proficient.
These modern artificial fakes are too perfunctory.
Ruan Qing said, "Why don't you sharpen the knife? If it's completely rusty, it's a bit fake and it won't work at all."
Twenty-seven is very good at sharpening knives.
One day Ruan Qing wanted to cut a fruit and was almost frightened by the sharpness of the fruit knife. When asked, twenty-seven were polished.
"The knife is what I use to eat," said Twenty-Seven, "Knife sharpening is also a craft."
Unfortunately, every household now has a knife sharpener or even an electric knife sharpener. The profession of knife sharpener has also disappeared, and this special craft cannot be used as a living.
Twenty-seven choked.
In the afternoon, the two of them were busy with their own affairs. Ruan Qing started to book a hotel, buy some necessities, etc.
At night, the clothes that need to be distressed a second time are not yet finished and will take some time. But the knife has been sharpened.
It looks very old, very old, and very old!
Ruan Qing took it in his hand and looked at it.
There is some rust on the knife, as if it has been sharpened, but not completely, and there are a few more chips on the blade. But these are not enough to create such a realistic sense of dilapidation.
Ruan Qing squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and found clues.
The position of the gap on the blade is very delicately arranged.
"The kitchen knife is probably made from the big bones of wild animals, so it is placed in this position." Twenty-seven explained, "The hatchet is forced to chop wood in this position, so it is placed in this position."
Then, the wooden handle, which was originally just astringent and dirty, but was actually very complete, was made jagged by him. It's like the feeling after tearing several strands of meat from a complete and smooth chicken breast.
The locations where the "silk" was "torn" were processed again. Not only does it not irritate your hands, it also looks shiny.
Dark and oily! It's like a person who is not very hygienic and has used old grease for many years.
A sense of realism hits your face!
(End of chapter)