Counterattack 1988

Chapter 1186

Wang Lin was drunk and confused, how could he know what was going on around him?
At this moment, his mind was confused, he didn't know where he was, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Mianbo's face was flushed, and she supported the bed with both hands, struggling to get away.

She stood up, straightened her messy hair, and looked at Wang Lin resentfully.

Wang Lin babbled, burped, stretched out his right index finger, pointed at her, but fell down powerlessly.

Mianbo couldn't laugh or cry.

However, she quickly calmed down.

Wang Lin is drunk like this, what else can he do?
With this in mind, Mianling sat down on the edge of the bed and continued to help Wang Lin wipe his face and hands.

Wang Lin was already drunk, but soon he became obedient, motionless, sleeping like a pig.

Mianbo put the towel into the washbasin and left the room with it.

Her drinking capacity was indeed astonishing. Although she drank no less than Wang Lin, she was not as drunk as Wang Lin.

Back in her room, Mianbo took a shower first.

Before going to bed, she came to Wang Lin's room again, fearing that he would be inconvenient if he was drunk.

Wang Lin fell asleep when he drank too much, but was occasionally awakened by the urge to urinate.

The room here is used as an office and dormitory, so the conditions are average, and even the bed is a small bed.

Wang Lin was used to sleeping on a big bed at home, now lying on the bed and turning over casually, his arms and legs reached the edge of the bed.

Mianling smiled slightly: "Such a big person, how can he sleep like a child?"

She walked slowly over, carried Wang Lin's hands and feet onto the bed and put them away.

There is no air conditioning in the room.

At night at the foot of the mountain in the countryside, the screen windows are open and the fan is running inside, making it very cool. Elderly people don’t need to turn on the fan to sleep at night, and they have to cover themselves with quilts.

Mianling carefully tucked Wang Lin's quilt up, and yawned. The stamina of the wine welled up, and her sleepiness gradually deepened. She leaned against Wang Lin's bedside, wanting to take a rest.

Who knew that just lying down like this, she would fall asleep.

This is a good sleep!
It was dawn when I woke up.

Mianbo opened her eyes and found herself in Wang Lin's room, she couldn't help being shocked.

She quickly turned her head to look around, but there was no one there.

"Where's Wang Lin?" Mian Ling stood up and saw that she was dressed neatly and looked the same, she couldn't help being both disappointed and sighed.

Yesterday, she actually squeezed into this bed and slept all night?
And he actually respected each other like a guest, and nothing happened between the two of them?
It was such a safe and sound night!
Mianbo smiled shyly.

After taking a shower last night, she was wearing a set of pajamas.

This bed is so small, even though nothing happened in one night, there must have been some contact, right?
As for what happened, she doesn't remember at all.

Maybe nothing?

Mianbo got up, washed and changed, and came downstairs.

I saw Wang Lin sitting in the yard, having fun with Totoro.

After the cat got to know Wang Lin, it stopped bullying and behaved obediently in front of Wang Lin.

"President Wang!" Mianling called softly, with a shy face.

Wang Lin turned his head and smiled slightly: "Mr. Mian, you're awake."

Mianbo slowly walked over and squatted beside him, her hair cascading down like a waterfall, revealing most of her pretty face.

She smiled sweetly, "Mr. Wang, last night—"

"Last night, thank you for taking care of me." Wang Lin said gently, "Thank you for your hard work."

"I don't work hard. I mean, I slept over there last night."

"Yes! You must have worked very hard." Wang Lin said, "I woke up in the middle of the night and saw that you were asleep beside my bed. I saw that you were sleeping soundly, and I didn't dare to wake you up. Then I went to your room slept all night."

That's it!

He is such a gentleman, no wonder nothing happened.

Mianbo couldn't help worrying about gains and losses. Could it be that he was not attractive to him at all?
Otherwise, he didn't do anything while he was only wearing cool pajamas?

Ugh!
Thinking of this question, Mianling couldn't help but blushed, how could she think so wildly!

Wang Lindao: "I want to go for a run, do you want to go?"

"Yeah! I take a walk every morning."

"Let's go!"

The two left the office building.

The black cat ran beside them.

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Doesn't it need to be confinement?"

Mianling was stunned: "This? I really don't know, it must be unnecessary?"

A ray of morning light pierced through the mist, ushering in a warm morning in the countryside.

The beauty of the field is really touching. Wang Lin lamented the magic of nature with such intoxicating scenery.The morning light slowly opened the curtain, and it was another colorful day!
The two trot along the country road.

Because of the hot weather, the workers always get up early in the morning and work for a while. After the sun rises at [-] o'clock in the morning, they go home to rest.

Even in the season when tigers are raging in autumn, the mornings and nights in the countryside are cool and pleasant.

The mountain breeze blows, bringing the fragrance of soil and grass, which makes people feel refreshed.

The two ran along the road to the mountain road where there were no houses.

There is no rain on the mountain road, and the clothes are wet and empty.

The air in the forest is more fresh and natural.

The black cat ran after him for a while, but it didn't know when it returned.

Wang Lin and Mianling ran for a while, then walked up the mountain.

Accidents will happen.

The sky was still full of morning glow just now, and suddenly it began to rain.

The two of them were walking in the shade of the forest, the raindrops were small and covered by the leaves, and they didn't feel it at first.

By the time they reacted, the rain was already heavy.

A gust of wind blew by, and the showers came suddenly!
Whoa!
The raindrops fell like fried beans.

"It's raining!" Wang Lin shouted, "Is there any shelter from the rain around here?"

Mianling pointed to the mountain and said, "I remember a dilapidated nunnery up there."

"Then go up!" Wang Lin said as he unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and covered the heads of the two.

Mianling's heart warmed, and she said, "Mr. Wang, be careful not to catch a cold."

"It's okay! The temperature is high now!" Wang Lin looked after her, and the two ran to the top of the mountain.

There is a lawn on the top of the mountain.

Near the cliff, there is a dilapidated nunnery.

Nunnery, in ancient times, was a kind of small thatched house, that is, the so-called "nunnery made of grass".The study of literati in the old days was also called "an", such as "Lao Xuean" and "Yingmei An".

After the Han Dynasty, some nunneries were built exclusively for Buddhist nuns, so the nunnery became the name of the special building where women monks lived.

Most of this nunnery collapsed in the era of the Great Destruction, right?
More than half of the main building of the nunnery has been collapsed, but the lintel is still standing upright, and the eaves above are just for shelter from the rain.

On the dilapidated blue brick screen wall, two lines of couplets can still be vaguely seen.

Wang Lin identified it carefully, Lian Yun:

The picture is full of heavenly fragrance in the courtyard, and the guests come to participate in the golden millet fruit;

Recognize the old moonlight, and replant jade plum blossoms.

Mian Ling said: "I don't know what kind of woman lived in this nunnery before."

Wang Lindao: "It's nothing more than a miserable woman! Who would become a monk if he had a happy life? Now there are nuns too!"

Mianling hummed: "If it were me, why would I not be able to become a monk? Even if I don't get married! Could it be that I can't support myself?"

Wang Lindao: "You have to be thankful that you are living in a good era. In the past, women were not allowed to show their faces, engaged in politics, or run a business, and their small feet restricted them from doing things."

"Women in the past were really miserable." Mianling said, "Mr. Wang, put on your clothes quickly! Don't catch the cold!"

The eaves of the porch were still too small to keep out the rain.

Wang Lin looked inside and said, "Let's go inside and find a shelter from the rain."

Although half of the nunnery fell down, the other half stood upright.

Mianbo subconsciously hugged Wang Lin's arm.

Wang Lin smiled and said, "What's there to be afraid of? Isn't it just a ruin?"

"I have a natural fear of these places."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I don't know, I'm afraid anyway."

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

"Ok!"

The two walked into the nunnery.

Both sides are in ruins, only half of the main hall is still standing.

There are only weeds, moss, and some old things that dogs don't care about.

"Hey, this censer!" Wang Lin saw a censer left behind in the wild grass, so he couldn't help squatting down to take a closer look.

"What's the matter? It's just an incense burner that no one wants. But anything worth anything has been removed long ago."

"This incense burner is useless for ordinary people, and it is a god-respecting thing. The neighbors will have a natural awe for this kind of thing. They feel that taking it home will not be useful, and it may offend the god of the underworld. That's why no one picks it up. .” Wang Lin pondered, “But, I think this incense burner looks familiar.”

"Aren't all incense burners similar in size? This one is not made of bronze, nor is it made of iron. It's just a porcelain incense burner. It's not worth much."

Wang Lin picked up the incense burner carefully, observed carefully, and said: "That's what I said. But this incense burner has a simple shape, a warm glaze, beautiful hair color, natural signs of aging on the surface, and first-class quality. I guessed it right. If so, this should be the blue and white porcelain three-legged incense burner of the Ming Dynasty."

"It's just this thing, or something from the Ming Dynasty?" Mian Ling was attracted by Wang Lin's words, and forgot to be afraid, squatting beside him to look at the censer.

"I'm guessing! I can't see for sure." Wang Lin laughed, "The painting on it is a figure of Songzhu. , the blue and white color is blue and grayish, and the glaze is moist, it is a good thing no matter how you look at it.”

"Then is it worth money? Porcelain shouldn't be worth much, right? Otherwise, the villagers would have picked it up long ago."

Wang Lin said with a smile: "Blue and white porcelain is also divided into many kinds. According to the different dynasties and kilns, some are valuable and some are not."

Mianbo said: "Let me just say, it must be worthless, otherwise it would have been taken away by someone."

Wang Lin smiled slightly, carefully put the incense burner aside, and took it away later.

He searched again in the nunnery.

Wang Lin doesn't understand antiques, but he has been in contact with them.

Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times, there is a certain truth in these words.

Rich people like to collect antiques, which is also a means of hiding wealth at home.

Coins may depreciate, housing prices may plummet, gold prices may dive, and investments may suffer huge losses.

Really good antiques are relatively a means of preserving value.

Good antiques are rare in the world, no matter which dynasty they are placed in, they are very valuable.

The ancients also had collectors, for example, Li Qingzhao and his wife were both antique players, and they did not hesitate to lose their fortunes in order to collect gold and stones.

The surviving treasures of famous painters in the past dynasties also preserve their value, and their value has always remained high.

Before Wang Lin went to Beijin, he collected calligraphy and paintings of many famous people.

He went to Xiangjiang to participate in the auction and also collected several treasures.

In addition, he participated in two antique cases with Tian Xiaoqing, so he also had some contact and understanding of antiques.

However, he doesn't know how to appraise, but he is well-informed, and he is usually good at reading and memorizing. He browses a lot of pictures of various antiques and keeps them in his heart.

In this wild place, he suddenly saw a censer that looked like an antique, and of course he became possessive.

Since there is a potentially valuable incense burner here, maybe there are other good things?
There was nothing to do, so Wang Lin put on his clothes, picked up a branch, and rummaged there, carefully, mainly because he was afraid of snakes.

Mianling also took a branch, imitating Wang Lin, rummaging through the other side, and asked while rummaging, "What kind of thing is considered an antique?"

Wang Lindao: "Not necessarily, it depends on the age and appearance."

There are things from the Ming Dynasty in this nunnery, which are probably passed down from the Ming Dynasty. The things inside may all belong to the dynasty.

It's just that the damage was too serious, and it was patronized too many times by the villagers, but everything they were worth using and worth was taken away.

Wang Lin has only come here now, so he can only pick up some people who don't want him.

"what!"

Cotton Boll suddenly let out a miserable cry.

Surprised, Wang Lin hurried over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Wang, look, look at this!" Mianbo was so frightened that his body trembled slightly, he kept stamping his feet, and pointed his back at the grass.

"What?" Wang Lin laughed, "Snake?"

"It's not a snake! It's scarier than a snake!" Mian Bo threw herself into Wang Lin's arms, not daring to look over there.

Wang Lin also woke up and asked, "It's not a human head, is it?"

Mianbo said: "Look at it! I didn't dare to look carefully, it seems to be a human head!"

Wang Lin's heart was shocked!
head?

Is there a human head in this kind of place?
impossible?

The living style here is simple and simple, no one will come here to kill people, right?

In the early 90s, there were not many farmers who went to the mountains to collect firewood.

There are often people walking around on a small hill like this.

You can see the clue from the stone road up the mountain.

If it is a place where no one has walked for a long time, the bluestone road will have grown weeds long ago.

And this neighborhood is full of ethnic groups. Everyone knows how many people there are in the village and who they are.

It is definitely a big deal if one person is missing for no reason.

So, if a homicide really happened in this kind of place, wouldn't the local police have solved the case long ago?
With these analyzes in place, Wang Lin made up his mind, thinking that Mianbo must have been delusional, and there could be no dead heads here.

He protected the cotton bolls with one hand, and held a long branch with the other, and pulled it into the grass over there.

"Nothing! Are you delusional?" Wang Lin said.

"How is it possible?" Mianbo turned around and pointed not far ahead, "It's over there! It's there, I can see it all!"

Following the direction of her finger, Wang Lin picked it up with a branch.

"Ah!" Mianbo exclaimed again.

After Wang Lin saw that thing clearly, he was also shocked!

(End of this chapter)