Meng Qianzi was shocked.

Jiang Lian looked at his hand holding the storefront. In fact, he was using his hand too fast. When he started, he had not yet figured out what to say.

After a while, he looked down at Meng Qianzi and said, "Stay here and go together."

Meng Qianzi was a little confused by him, and her hand hidden behind the door was unconsciously wiping the storefront: "I am... I'm too busy recently."

Jiang Lian wanted to laugh: She was so busy, she was busy warming up the door panel.

He said: "Qianzi, you have to come out, you have been in there for too long."

Meng Qianzi was confused: Where has she been there for too long? Is the guest room? She just moved in tonight.

Jiang Lian continued to say, "You have to go out for more, have more breathing, and that's it..."

He lowered his head, bent his left hand, and pinched his thumb on the bent palm: "I'll do it, you should stay this time."

Meng Qianzi also stared at his left hand: Can he still calculate? Let's talk nonsense.

Born in the Shangui family, she has been in contact with people from all walks of life since she was a child and is very familiar with some tricks: Ancient sorcerers often stretch out their hands to calculate their fingers because their fingers naturally have joints, and there are horizontal lines between the joints. The palms are slightly bent, the index finger, middle finger and ring finger are arranged side by side. When the horizontal lines are connected, a natural nine-cup grid will appear. The thumb will wander back and forth between the grids, which is to count the nine stars flying and hiding, which is also called the Paishan Palm Method.

Is Jiang Lian still able to do this? It's unlikely.

Meng Qianzi was full of suspicion, but Jiang Lian was insulted. While pinching, he was ummy and making noise. He raised his hand and grabbed her forehead with a weak finger, saying, "Look up."

Meng Qianzi suspected that he was haunted, but subconsciously raised her head.

He carefully "grabbed" him again, then lowered his head and spread his hands. The palms were clearly empty, but he was tugging carefully, as if he was looking at the rapeseed to be sown. His expression was solemn. Meng Qianzi muttered in her heart, so she followed her to watch.

After a pause, Jiang Lian nodded: "Yes, the hexagram shows that you are suitable to stay. Also, I can guarantee that the problems you are worried about will not be a problem. Really, you believe me."

Meng Qianzi stared at him for a long time: "Are you talking nonsense? You can't calculate at all, are you?"

Jiang Lian said to her: "Why don't you believe in people? I am usually low-key and don't show it much."

It's so hard that she's still talented, Meng Qianzi laughed out loud.

Jiang Lian said, "I agreed, that's it."

He laughed, walked backwards, took two steps back, suddenly remembered something, came forward again, and took out his cell phone: "Add a friend, so you can't get in touch any day."

Meng Qianzi hesitated for a while, went back to the room and took out her phone, and called up the QR code to add her friend.

She felt that she was inconsistent: she knew she should go left, but she couldn't help but leaned to the right, like a green plant growing towards the light on the forest of Shangdan Peaks, unconsciously, subconsciously, she poured over.

After Jiang Lian finished scanning, he looked at the personal information displayed on the page. Her id was actually called "x2", and even her avatar was a black and white "x2".

He asked, "Why do you need to multiply by two?"

Meng Qianzi muttered: "What does it have to do with you?"

Jiang Lian laughed, changed the notes first, and then added them. Meng Qianzi lowered her head and waited for his friend to apply to send it to her and then added it. Suddenly, Jiang Lian called her: "Qianzi."

Meng Qianzi looked up.

Jiang Lian said: "I'm not kidding, I mean it's true that the problems you are worried about will not be a problem."

After saying that, he smiled again and turned around and left.

Meng Qianzi looked at his back and suddenly realized that Jiang Lian changed his words to her.

Before, he kept calling her Miss Meng.

She called him: "Jiang Lian."

Jiang Lian turned around, Meng Qianzi leaned against the door, not knowing what to say, so he paused and smiled hurriedly, and asked him: "You saw my sixth mother today, is my sixth mother... good-looking?"

Jiang Lian lowered his eyes slightly, feeling helpless, and wanted to laugh again. If Meng Qianzi was concerned, she would still be quite calculating.

He replied: "It was dark and I didn't see it clearly at night."

He opened his eyes and told lies again. Meng Qianzi smiled: "Well, I didn't see such a bright light in the theater?"

"A theatre, isn't she wearing makeup? How can she see clearly the white-faced makeup like Cantonese opera?"

Meng Qianzi gritted her teeth, but she still didn't believe it.

"What then?"

"Then, I had a midnight snack."

"Didn't you see it when you have midnight snack?"

Jiang Lian was serious: "Why don't you think you're eating midnight snack? Who can care about looking at people?"

Meng Qianzi had no choice but to glar at him hatefully: "Run the train with your mouth."

After saying that, he slammed the door and stood leaning against the door, almost bent over with a smile.

After laughing, I felt a little sad again.

She stood for a while, kicked off her slippers, walked barefoot into the room. The room was in a mess, and the chairs and tables were all her "masterpieces". There were also overturned tissue boxes, overturned teapots, ashtrays, and pens along the way. She pushed them away with her feet and then opened them away.

I also saw some broken pieces from the teacup she smashed. She took her feet to step on. After stepping on them, there was a very low sound of broken feet, which stinged slightly. The feeling was a bit like a moth smelling her wings scorched by fire. In fact, it could hurt a little more, she didn't care.

She cleared a clearing for herself and lay down next to the overturned coffee table. Looking at her slightly blurred face on the marble coffee table, she said in her heart: "Stay here."

Don't make a sceptical "calculation" for Jiang Lian.

Even for herself, she wants to stay.

***

Jiang Lian walked back to the door, thought for a while, then turned his head and knocked on the door of the charlatan.

I can't explain my feelings now. I don't want to be alone. It's better if someone talks nonsense.

After ringing the bell, no one opened the door. Jiang Lian was a little puzzled. When he was about to press it again, the door opened suddenly.

The charlatan at the door was wrapped in a large bath towel. In fact, most of the men's bath towels were wrapped around their waists. I wonder if the charlatan was not used to it. He was wrapped in a chest in a hesitant manner, and a towel was wrapped around his head, which was tied like an Arab. Perhaps he had just crawled out of the bathtub and was still dripping and running water downwards.

Seeing Jiang Lian, he sighed: "Who am I talking about?"

Since he was his own person, he didn't have so many polite things. He ran to the bathroom and heard the sound of water. It was probably watering again.

Jiang Lian closed the door and glanced in when he passed by the bathroom: It was such a big bathtub, and the charlatan was sitting inside, extremely excited.

He also recommended him: "Xiao Lianxian, have you used their bathtub? It has a surfing and massage function. I didn't pay attention to it just now. I pressed it and it was so comfortable."

He also sighed: "The mountain ghost is so rich, rich... so comfortable."

Very well, Jiang Lian seemed to see a soul corrupted by luxurious life rising from the bathtub. A charlatan from the masses may have to go back to the masses.

On and under the bed, there were still mountain plots full of materials and album photos, and there was nowhere to get off. Jiang Lian made a place for himself, sat cross-legged on the floor beside the bed, and took a photo album to watch. It was really an old album. When it was opened, the fingers would be covered with gray. The photos were black and white. Some had flower edges. On each page, there were thin cellophane to protect the photos.

Jiang Lian looked around absent-mindedly. He wanted to talk to the charlatan about Meng Qianzi, but unfortunately he didn't find a suitable entry point. After turning a few more pages, his attention was attracted by the photos.

There is one shot from a high place. The terrain is so strange. There are many low mountains with one after another. But the number is comparable to the peak forest, but it is not like: the peak forest is soaring to the sky, but these peaks are short and stunning, and look a bit like large stone dumplings that fall randomly, one on the left and one on the right.

Looking back further, it mainly comes from the scenery, and there are also houses, residents, and their clothes are all from the 1960s and 1970s.

Jiang Lian had never seen such terrain: "Where were these albums beside your bed legs?"

The sage replied: "Guangxi, they are all from Guangxi. I haven't read the books carefully. I probably read them, but I didn't read them. Miss Duan."

Very good. He won’t read it without Grandma Duan. He may be the one who searches for information. I’m afraid he’s chasing stars.

Jiang Lian was not angry: "Then what's going on with this terrain?"

Speaking of this, the charlatan is still professional. He slapped the water and was proud: "You don't understand this."

It turned out that it was a town with an area of ​​only more than 100 square kilometers, but there were more than 3,000 triangular zongzi scattered stone mountains. The small flat ground among the stone mountains is called "nong". In Zhuang word, it means "the corner of the stone mountains". How small is this tree? Sometimes, if you plant thirty or fifty corn trees, you can fill it. Locals are used to naming the mountains according to the number of trees. For example, the town in the photo is called Wubainong Township.

The charlatan sighed: "At present, tourism can be developed, but in the old days, I will die of poverty. In that place, the land is not three feet flat, the mountain is not three inches of mud, and the mountain cannot grow trees without mud, so weeds can only grow, there are no rivers around, and water cannot be stored when it rains - you know the karst terrain. The underground permeability is too good, like a funnel. When the rain comes, it not only washes away the pitiful mud skin on the mountain, but also seeps into the eyes of the funnel. There is no mine in the stone mountain. How do people live? How do people rely on to live?"

Jiang Lian sighed a little, but he felt that this was not right. He flipped through several photos: "No, I see that there is a house and a resident in this photo."

The charlatan said: "Yes, or we Chinese people have been great and tough since ancient times? This kind of living environment, the locals themselves say, is a place cursed by the devil, but people have lived there for generations."

"I saw that there were no Zongzi Mountains. They could chisel houses in this mountain. It is said that winter is cold and hot in the summer. You said that this is a pain. There are also things that you have to suffer. Isn't there too many funnel eyes in the ground and can't keep water? They chiseled stones to make water cabinets to store water. The roads said, if you look at them from a high altitude, those large and small water cabinets are scattered."

When Jiang Lian looked at the people who appeared in the photo, he looked carefully and admired them a lot. He slowly looked through and asked unconsciously: "The living environment is so bad, why don't these people leave?"

The charlatan snorted: "Little Lianxian, if you say this, why don't you eat meat? Of course, you just leave and live anywhere - but think about them, they don't know one of them, they don't know any skills, is it so easy to go out?"

He paused and added: "But now, I really left. I asked about the roadway. He said that in the 1970s and 1980s, there were still scattered residents there, but now they are gone, and they are all taken by one."

"A man has walked out of the mountains, and the mountains are deserted. Let me tell you, the mountain is only the word "immortal". If there are no people in the mountains, can we still become immortals?"

Jiang Lian laughed and continued to look around. As he flipped over, his heart suddenly shook and a strange feeling rose.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, slowly turned forward, and finally turned to it.

The photo is very ordinary. It is an old man in his fifties, with his hands behind his back and raised his neck, as if he was watching the excitement. Moreover, this photo is not a photo of him, but mainly a photo of the scene. He was mistakenly involved and close to the corner of the scene. Now, such photos are taken and deleted immediately. In those days, it was a film machine that could not be viewed in time, so it was saved.

Jiang Lian's throat and hair were dry. He looked at it again and again, tore off the photo, and walked towards the bathroom with big strides.

The charlatan was closing his eyes slightly, soaking comfortably. Suddenly, he felt that the light and shadow had changed. When he heard footsteps coming all the way, he immediately panicked. He pulled the bath towel on the side to cover himself, shouting: "What are you doing, what do you want to do!"

A large white bath towel was soaked in the bathtub water, bulging and floating, Jiang Lian couldn't laugh or cry: "It's all man, what can I do?"

He handed the photo to the charlatan: "Look at this man, is he Yan Luo?"

Yama?
To be continued...