"The Ning history, who has disappeared since 1947, didn't really disappear, but for some reason, it was hidden and stayed in the mainland after 1949. He must have noticed my existence, but The change of regime gave me an excellent opportunity to replace him, and when he discovered that I had integrated his resources, it was too late. Therefore, he has been hiding around me, and this kind of hiding is not an absolute hiding. While he is hiding, he has been using various means to tell me that his existence is not showing any traces, and it is difficult to capture his specific location."
"In other words, there is no direct communication between you?"
"No, he is like really playing the role of shadow. He has never taken the initiative to communicate with me, and the initiative is actually in his hands hidden in the dark. I have been trying to empathize. The person who knows him best is me, because I am him, but I still can't figure out what he experienced after he came out of Daxinganling in 1947 that led him to take such actions."
"He did this, can you confirm whether it was out of good intentions or out of malice?"
Ning Hanqing shook his head and looked at the flock of waterfowls on the river. "I can't confirm whether it was malicious or good intentions. After I first found him, he has always existed in the dark. Now, so many years have passed, I I don’t know if he is alive or dead." Ning Hanqing laughed twice as though he laughed at himself, "Ning Hanqing won’t die so easily, but I have been in Beijing for a few months from Jagdaqi. He Haven't appeared yet. I came to you just to listen carefully to your retelling, from the time you received the package in 2016, so far, your detailed experience. At the moment I can't find someone who is truly trustworthy and reliable, I I need to screen multiple sources of information to see who have been eager to move and who have been indifferent during the years since I left."
I looked at the time, and it seemed that there was enough time. It was always someone telling me stories. This time it was my turn to Ning Chuan telling stories to others.
"After receiving the package from Xiangshui, I went to Helan Mountain to meet Meng Qisheng according to the instructions in the document, and then the trip to the underground palace of the Xizu in Sichuan..."
Ning Hanqing interrupted me, "Not enough details, details, I need to know the details, for example, the details after you see Meng Qisheng."
I swallowed, I'm afraid I can't finish speaking with this breath.
In this way, I have been talking from Helan Mountain to Qionglai Mountain, from the trip to Changning to Jiagedaqi, from Jiagedaqi to Zhao Yuankun, from the tomb of Yuji, from the day of the rising sun to the setting sun.
The park was red, the tourists scattered, the grandpa and aunts gathered with small speakers, and while waiting for the dancers to come together, they gathered in twos and threes to make a choreography.
At this time, my story came to an end, and Gu Nanshan's Vietnam trip came to an end.
I muttered, "This is all I know."
Ning Hanqing had a leisurely look, and halfway through he admired a few words about my courage and strategy, and his demeanor at the time, and finally frowned, "Bai Amai? Ha ha, really familiar."
"Do you know this person?"
"It stands to reason that you should also know that Bai Amai's Bai, isn't it the Bai Amai from Guangxi?" (End of this chapter)