Jinggangshan, Ciping.
With the ability of the black soul emissary, it is not particularly difficult to go to a place. Even a newcomer like Tai Yinzi knows the technique of passing through walls, let alone a person like No. 9 who has been an emissary for some years. Veteran.
The order from the boss made Black Soul No. 9 go all the way without stopping, and stepped into the place marked on the map given by the club boss early on.
But what puzzled Black Soul Nine was that even though he had already reached the place marked on the map, he hadn't been able to get further prompts.
On the map, the red mark is still flashing... But he didn't know what he should do after he came here.
According to what the master said, he needs Black Soul Nine to find something for him. Obviously, this kind of thing is not easy to find. Because Black Soul No. 9 heard the meaning of Luo Qiu's words back then, as if the owner was not sure about what he was looking for.
Will there be things that the owners of the club are not sure about
Black Soul Nine didn't really believe this happened.
However, Black Soul Nine has very good patience. Moreover, the new owner will not ask the map to point out such a hint to him for no reason. Maybe here, he still needs to find some clues by himself.
So he came to Ciping, but he didn't know why he finally chose to stay in this place and wait.
It's just because... when he stepped into Jinggang Mountain, the word Ciping naturally appeared in his mind.
Black Soul Nine thought that this was a different kind of reminder from the new owner.
And here, everywhere is full of history.
On the street with many museums and memorial halls, Black Soul No. 9 stood under an old tree, silently looking at an old house in the alley.
Why is he watching
he does not know.
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San'er's life seems to have changed a little bit... But it seems that nothing has changed.
She still runs her tofu shop, takes care of her daughter Xiao Zhi's daily life, and works as usual.
San'er felt that her life was actually like waiting for the boiled soy milk to cool down, light milky yellow, very peaceful, only some rising water vapor.
But the surface layer of soy milk will solidify quickly. Just pick it up with a bamboo stick, and you can easily pick up another thing full of wrinkles: yuba.
Is Mark just the bean curd stick that condensed in her life
"Put it here, okay?"
San'er, who was thinking about something in front of the stone mill, suddenly heard Mark's voice from behind. She was almost startled and turned around quickly.
I saw Mark simply wearing a somewhat old shirt... It was originally a white shirt, but some places had turned yellow. There are a lot of molds next to Mark, which are tools for pressing tofu.
The yellowed shirt, the trousers with rolled-up trousers, and the slightly cracked leather shoes... For a moment, San'er seemed to see a familiar figure that had gone away long ago.
Why... let him wear these clothes
"Oh... that's fine."
San'er nodded quickly, "I'm sorry to trouble you. In fact, you don't have to do these things, it's fine..."
But Mark said indifferently: "It's okay, I'm idle even if I'm idle. I put things here, so you can keep busy."
Mark didn't stay too long and found out that Mark is a relatively silent person most of the time, he doesn't communicate with himself too much, and sometimes he might have a few words with Xiao Zhi, but that's just because Are you tired of Xiao Zhi's grinding
Mark didn't say how long he would stay, and San'er didn't take the initiative to ask how long he would stay... It seemed that this topic didn't exist, or that everyone deliberately avoided it.
Saner continued to work.
That day Zhang Kun came to see Mark and left, and the next day he came to make trouble again. At that time, Mark didn't show up, and he didn't even leave the small room where he lived.
It's just that that night, I heard that Zhang Kun was drunk or something, fell into a pit, and broke his hands and feet... Now he is still lying on the bed in the town's colonel's hospital, and he can't get out of bed for at least a month or two.
San'er sometimes wonders... Did Zhang Kun really have an accident? And that night, Mark didn't seem to come out of the room.
But she still doesn't know.
She just knew that it had nothing to do with her that there was an extra man in her tofu shop, it was a coincidence that she fished him out of the river.
The man claimed to have lost his memory.
Then he said, his name is Mark, and he lives here temporarily.
The steam curled up, and San'er picked up a piece of thin bean curd skin that had been formed, and then hung it up, and when it cooled, it became bean curd sticks.
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Cheng Yiran has been busy all day as usual today... Of course, progress is certain, after all, he enjoys so many resources.
Cheng Yiran could feel that the company seemed to attach a lot more importance to him because Cheng Yun obviously spent too much time seeing him these two days, and he also had a politeness that surprised Cheng Yiran.
But he still thinks about the meeting with that Mr. Zhong in KC that night... and the last words that Mr. Zhong said.
Having just finished a day's class, Cheng Yiran was a little tired. When he returned to the resting place, he found that Li Zifeng had been here for some time and was reading a magazine.
This person can always arrange what he needs very well.
"Oh, I'm back." Li Zifeng quickly put down the magazine in his hand, smiled and said, "How do you feel today?"
"It's okay." Cheng Yiran, who had just sat down, looked tired, with his head on the sofa, looking at the ceiling, a little absent-minded.
Li Zifeng said with a smile at this time: "Come on, let me tell you to take a good rest, the time for the first show has been confirmed. It's a golden show, you have time to sing a song and interact with the host!"
"It's really good news." Cheng Yiran regained some energy and nodded.
Li Zifeng said: "Work hard, I'm waiting for you to win the first battle!"
Cheng Yiran was naturally full of confidence.
But Li Zifeng said suddenly at this moment: "That's right, I went to Hong Guan yesterday."
"Really..." Cheng Yiran nodded, "What did he say?"
"He..." Li Zifeng paused, shook his head and said, "He rejected me, not the TV station job."
"Why?" Cheng Yiran said in amazement: "Isn't this... isn't it good?"
Li Zifeng smiled wryly and said: "It is reasonable to say that it is quite good, but he told me something... Also, tell me honestly, are you hiding something from the company?"
Cheng Yiran was taken aback, and subconsciously thought about the guitar... Could it be that something was seen? Cheng Yiran couldn't help but recall the performance in front of the big boss.
That night, although he conquered all the guests, he didn't see any strangeness in the big boss, Mr. Zhong. The boss didn't seem to be affected by the guitar, and finally said something to him Words that don't make sense.
Until now, Cheng Yiran has always felt that those words had some meaning, which made him vaguely uneasy.
Cheng Yiran couldn't hide the uneasiness in his heart at this time, and expressed it well in front of Li Zifeng, "I don't know what you want to say."
Li Zifeng took a deep breath and said, "It's also the same, Hong Guan told me something... things about you when you were drifting north."
"Hong Guan..." Cheng Yiran was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "Could it be..."
It turned out that it wasn't about the guitar... But if it was about the incident when they drifted north, then...
Li Zifeng nodded and said: "Yes, he told me that you have done and missed some things, and you have also stayed in the detention center for several months..."
"He actually told you! He..." Cheng Yiran suddenly interrupted Li Zifeng's words: "He actually... actually did this! Why?!"
There was a trace of anger on Cheng Yiran's face.
He never wanted to think of that past, and they agreed not to mention it, but this agreement... was broken like this!
Hong Guan, Hong Guan... Is it true that because I have a chance to realize my dream, I made you like this, treating the previous promises as nonsense
A feeling of being betrayed made Cheng Yiran squeeze his fists. (.)