World Tibet Bureau

The car continued to circle around the city.

Stopped at the door of a waste paper collection station.

The door is open.

After getting off.

Nanza wanted to take us inside.

I said, "Wait a minute."

I turned around and went to the cigarette shop next door and bought two cigarettes and two bottles of wine.

After all, we are here to ask the old man for help. It is better to bring something with us than to go empty-handed.

Nanza saw me carrying something and said, "It's the same as helping me, so why is my treatment so different?"

I asked back, "What do you say?"

Nanza: "..."

People like Nanza are very typical small town gangsters.

It's not that the small-town gangsters are bad, but one of their distinctive characteristics is that they like to play tricks on their noses and faces, and they play tricks like juggling. To deal with such people, there are only three words: make them afraid.

After entering the door.

Old Man Jiang is not here.

There was still leftover porridge in the pot in the house.

Nanza said: "Maybe he went to collect old cardboard boxes. I don't know when he will come back."

Fatty Xiao asked: "Is there a phone number?"

Nanza replied: "Old Jiang is too old and doesn't know how to use a mobile phone. We have to wait."

no way.

We had to wait at the used book collection station.

Nanza was not polite and went to make tea by himself.

I was looking through the piles of waste paper. Most of them were old newspapers, books, and stamps. Not to mention, some things were not valuable, but they were quite scarce.

Only half an hour passed.

Nanza actually moved a table out and dug out a set of old mahjong tiles from among the scraps.

"Four people, just a few laps."

Playing mahjong is indeed a hobby engraved in the bones of the people of Sichuan!

Boring left and right.

We started playing mahjong with Nanza.

Nanza kept losing money and was sweating profusely.

Xiaozhu laughed straight away.

Fatty Xiao and I didn't know what she was laughing at.

Xiaozhu said: "Boss Nan, you plan to make a fortune every time. Why do you look at me at the critical moment, but your hands are trembling and you don't dare to make a move?"

Nanza looked embarrassed: "You won so much money at my tea house. I'm afraid you'll find out and don't have the courage to show off... I won't play anymore. It's not fun!"

I thought this guy was really funny.

By evening.

A stooped old man came back with a cart of waste paper.

Nanza hurriedly came over and said, "Old Jiangtou, do you still remember me?"

Old Man Jiang looked at him and asked, "Who are you?"

Nanza patted his chest: "Me! Qubi's son, Nanza! You used to drink at my house, and you often asked me to go out to buy peanuts! It was you who introduced me to the county cultural team when I joined it. Have you forgotten?"

Old Man Jiang said: "Qubi? Your liver and ascites are healed, can you drink?"

Nanza said speechlessly: "I am his son!"

When Old Man Jiang heard this, he pinched Nanza's face and said, "Son? He doesn't look like him at all. Qubi was cuckolded!"

Nanza frowned and replied: "I'm his adopted son. Of course I don't look like... what, I came over to see you today and brought you something. Xiao Su, bring me the cigarettes and wine."

I thought I would have to rely on this guy to find something later, so I didn’t resist him and took the cigarettes and alcohol over.

Old Man Jiang saw the tobacco and wine and grinned: "What a good thing!"

"Did you remember me?"

"I can remember it after two sips of wine."

Nanza quickly opened the bottle and handed it to Old Man Jiang.

Old Man Jiang took several sips of wine. "Do you remember?"

"No. I need two more sips!"

"It's over! You've already become a fool...Old Ginger Head, don't drink the wine. It's all yours. I'll sing you a song first!"

Nanza scratched his head, thought for a while, and then sang.

"I turned into a village girl delivering fast food, walking on the road with a bamboo basket in my hand, combed in a linen bun, with mountain flowers on my temples..."

He was singing a shadow puppet show.

Don't say it yet.

This guy sings with style and full of charm. He deserves to be from the literary and art circles, and his skills are still there.

When Old Man Jiang heard Nanza singing the shadow puppet show, his eyes widened, his cloudy eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he actually sang: "My face is full of smiles, my simple clothes are on my body, I have a monk's rice in his blue hands." , Climbing trails, crossing mountains, delivering fast food in a hurry..."

Finally the two began to sing together.

We sang together for a long time.

After singing.

Old Man Jiang slapped his thigh: "Nanza, you son of a bitch, how long has it been since you came to see me?"

We were stunned.

Does this work too?
When Nanza saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I finally remembered! Come in and have a chat!"

Old Man Jiang pointed at us: "What are these idiots doing?"

Nanza said: "They are my subordinates. You don't need to worry about them. I have something to ask you."

Everyone entered the house.

Nanza helped Old Jiang sit down and asked: "Old Jiang, when my old man dictated it to you, I asked you to write down a booklet about Landuo Snow Mountain. Do you still remember it?"

Old Man Jiang said: "Yes! It's a book I wrote!"

Nanza said: "Great! My old man gave you a piece of armor at that time, saying it was a dragon scale. Do you still remember?"

Old Man Jiang nodded: "Remember! That thing is really strange."

Nanza asked anxiously: "Where are these two things? Find them quickly."

After hearing this, Old Man Jiang closed his eyes and thought, but after thinking for a long time, he seemed unable to remember. He looked very uncomfortable and began to pat his head wildly with his hands.

Nanza quickly took his hand away: "Don't slap your head. Think slowly. Don't be anxious. I'll be waiting for you."

Old Man Jiang's eyes were confused: "Where did you idiots come from? What are you doing in my house?"

After hearing this, Nanza cursed the old man's immortality, and had no choice but to stand up again, and began to raise his fingers and open his mouth to sing a shadow puppet show.

"You're such a heartless Luo Cheng..."

After listening to the play, Old Man Jiang's eyes shone, he stood up from his chair, and started singing along with Nanza again.

One paragraph is over.

Nanza was panting from exhaustion, fearing that Old Jiang would lose his memory again, so he told the whole story in one breath.

"Old Jiang, I am Nanza, Qubi's adopted son! Back then, my old man asked you to write a book and a piece of armor. Where did you put them? Find them and bring them to me. I need them urgently!"

Old Man Jiang looked stunned for a moment.

"I'll look for it."

Followed by.

Old Man Jiang took Nanza into the back room.

After ten minutes.

They took out an iron box.

Nanza put the iron box on the table and said to us: "This is the armor plate. You should look at it first. He hasn't remembered the book yet. I have to hurry up and let him find it before he loses his memory again after playing!"

After speaking.

Nanza and Old Man Jiang climbed the stairs to the attic.

We were so excited that we gathered around the table and focused on the rusty iron box.

"Pry open!"

Fatty Xiao was about to pry.

suddenly!

Hear a "click" sound.

The floor beneath our feet suddenly opened, our vision suddenly went dark, and our bodies lost weight rapidly.

All three people fell down! (End of chapter)