Revolution in the depths of the soul

Beijing Railway Station:

There was a person standing at the exit, wearing a neat suit and wearing a diamond earring on his left ear.Behind him were four bodyguards wearing sunglasses and black suits.

Zhan Xing immediately wailed: "Second uncle woo woo woo woo woo wa wa wa wa wa wa wa waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Sun Liang: "Little bitch woo woo woo woo waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

The two uncles and nephews reunited after a long absence, adjusted their arm postures, and hugged each other face to face. Zhan Xing smelled the faint smell of cologne on Sun Liang's shoulders, and immediately became hard.

Sun Liang finished whining, and slapped Zhan Xing on the head: "I'm only looking for labor management now."

Zhan Xing hehehe, followed Sun Liang into the car, went home, had a big meal, and went to be a nephew.

Shanghai, Blue Mansion.

A long table with one person sitting at each end.

One is an old man in a Tang suit. The old man's white hair is combed brightly, and pomade is applied to the back of his head. He has a goatee, and his eyebrows and beard are all white.

The old man was well maintained, with a flushed face, with a wooden crutch between his hands and a jade wrench on his thumb.

Lin Jingfeng recognized the jade pulley, it was worn by Qianlong.

The old man Lin Jingfeng also recognized him, his name was Lan Tan, and the Taoist priest called him Lan Weng.

Lin Jingfeng was tied to the other end of the long table, knowing that there was a big meal to eat this time - a big meal for torture.

Lin Jingfeng stared at the old man at the end of the long table, and said coldly, "Master."

Lan Tan put the snuff bottle on the table: "Don't dare to take it, I heard that Mr. Lin has gained a great reputation in the Tao!"

Lin Jingfeng said: "It all depends on Master's teaching."

Lan Tan looked at Lin Jingfeng thoughtfully for a while, and the two men wearing sunglasses put Lin Jingfeng's belongings on the table.

A wallet, a complete set of tools for tomb robbers, a mobile phone, a paper bomb, and a round jade pendant.

Lan Tan asked, "Third brother, where are the things?"

Lin Jingfeng: "I don't know what Master is talking about, Cangyang Gyatso's poetry collection? Master likes to read it?"

Lan Tan laughed, and a woman on the left side behind him said softly, "The second daughter-in-law was assigned by the master to find the thousand-year-old Buddha bone in the ancient tomb in Jiaozhou. Did the third daughter find it?"

Lan Tan picked up the white jade dragon pattern pendant, looked at the sun, and threw it back on the table with a muffled sound.

"Old!" Lan Tan said tremblingly.

Lin Jingfeng narrowed his eyes, and Mrs. Bin's words flashed through his mind like lightning, and said in a deep voice: "Master, you sent me the list for finding the Buddha bone?"

The woman in the cheongsam was Lin Jingfeng's senior elder sister. She raised her eyebrows and said angrily, "Third brother, you are always like this. You don't speak, and you don't tell the truth."

Lin Jingfeng said: "I really didn't see the Buddha's bone, all the things brought out of the tomb are here."

The elder sister said softly: "Xiao Shuang."

Standing behind the woman, the man with half of his face covered by wide sunglasses said hoarsely: "Yes."

Lin Jingfeng's body shook instantly in disbelief.

That voice is so familiar!Although it has changed a lot, it still stays in his mind for a long time.

"Xiao Shuang?" Lin Jingfeng's voice trembled.

The man took off his sunglasses and nodded politely: "Hello, little uncle."

Lin Jingfeng: "You... Xiao Shuang?!"

The man said: "Little uncle, my name is Wang Shuang now."

Xiao Shuang is not dead!Lin Jingfeng was dizzy as he stared straight at him. His face was almost completely destroyed, from above the cheekbones to his forehead was blistered by something burning, and the skin at the corners of his eyes was broken, revealing scarred stitches. , from the temple to the left ear, the scalp is bumpy, without long hair, like a monster.

Lan Weng's men brought an induction cooker, on which there was a small iron basin filled with water.

Lin Jingfeng only glanced at Xiaoshuang, then avoided his gaze.

Instead, Wang Shuang laughed strangely, Lan Weng motioned, and Wang Shuang stepped forward.

Lin Jingfeng said: "Xiao Shuang, I was the one who let you down."

Wang Shuang brought the induction cooker in front of Lin Jingfeng, filled the iron basin with water, and said casually: "Little uncle, what are you talking about about the past?"

Wang Shuang turned on the induction cooker and held Lin Jingfeng's wrist. Lin Jingfeng was pushed into the basin of cold water with his left hand gloved and his right hand naked.

It was useless to struggle, Lin Jingfeng simply stopped struggling.

The induction cooker started to heat up, and Lan Weng said slowly: "Third brother, Master taught you that we are thieves, and we all rely on our hands to make a fortune."

Lin Jingfeng said in a low voice: "Master taught you the right thing."

The water in the steel basin became hot and then boiling hot. Lin Jingfeng stared at the water that was about to boil expressionlessly, as if it wasn't his hands that were being boiled.

Wang Shuang carefully observed Lin Jingfeng's expression, and Lan Weng said from the other side of the table: "You never liked to touch corpses when you were young, so it's useless to keep these hands!"

Wang Shuang laughed, teasingly said: "Little uncle's hands are well maintained, and he can do something else, if not, let's ruin it."

Lin Jingfeng remained silent.

The water temperature was close to boiling, and the back of Lin Jingfeng's hands and fingers turned red. Wang Shuang turned off the induction cooker, held his wrist, and fished it out.

A basin of ice water was served under his hand, and the ice cubes in the water were still clinking and colliding with each other.

Lan Weng said: "I didn't touch the corpse, and the Buddha bones on the corpse have not been moved, so I have to go in again."

Wang Shuang grabbed Lin Jingfeng's hand and soaked it in the ice water.

When he pressed it down, the back of Lin Jingfeng's hand began to turn purple, as if thousands of needles had been pierced into the skin, the pain was unbearable, he clenched his teeth, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he tried his best to endure it.

After a while, the sensation in the hand was almost numb.

Lan Weng said again: "Why didn't you find the Buddha bones when your elder sister went in later?"

Lin Jingfeng didn't answer. After soaking in ice water for a while, Wang Shuang lifted Lin Jingfeng's hand again.

The subordinates put on the induction cooker again, and there was still steaming water on the steel basin.

Wang Shuang turned on the induction cooker.

Lin Jingfeng looked indifferent, put his hands into the hot water, and closed his eyes tightly.

Lan Weng said, "Zhan Xing, Chinese-American."

Lin Jingfeng opened his eyes.

Lan Weng: "Born in a same-sex family in New York, family members, Zhan Yang: investor of a fashion company in New York, Lu Shaorong: New York World Museum, the person in charge of the Chinese collection exhibition area."

Lan Weng picked up Lin Jingfeng's wallet, looked it over and over again, and pointed the photos in the wallet towards Lin Jingfeng.

The photo shows Lin Jingfeng and Zhan Xing lying on the berth in the box, Lin Jingfeng hugging Zhan Xing, and the two of them being intimate.

Lin Jingfeng said: "There is a Buddha statue, I remembered, it should be inside the Buddha statue."

Wang Shuang lifted Lin Jingfeng's wrist, took the towel, and helped him dry it.

Wang Shuang wiped Lin Jingfeng's hands gently. Every time he wiped off his hands, Lin Jingfeng felt as if his hands were being cut obliquely and peeled off by a sharp scalpel.

Lan Weng said coldly: "Where is it?"

Lin Jingfeng: "When I left the tomb, I gave it to a man named Zhang Shuai."

Lan Weng snorted coldly, leaned back on the chair, as if thinking.

"Master won't live for a few years—" Lan Weng let out a loud voice, seeming to be begging, but also unwilling to resign: "Third son, come back to the master's gate."

Lin Jingfeng said coldly: "Actually, Jingfeng wanted to come back a long time ago, I'm afraid Master will be angry and blame him."

Lan Weng said happily: "Don't be angry! How can the master be angry if the prodigal son will not change his money when he returns?"

Lin Jingfeng nodded, and Lan Weng motioned to the woman beside him: "Bring the medicine here."

The eldest sister turned around and took a box from the shelf, then bent to open it, and showed Lan Weng a look.

Lan Weng made a gesture, and the woman filled the box, walked to Lin Jingfeng, put the brocade box on the table, and took out a tube of injection and a syringe from it.

Lin Jingfeng: "Xiao Shuang, have you also been given this potion?"

Wang Shuang smiled and said, "Xiao Shuangxiao can't bear it."

After drawing the injection, the elder sister flicked off the air bubbles, and stabbed the needle obliquely into Lin Jingfeng's arm.

Lin Jingfeng's pupils were dilated, his eyes were absent-minded, and he convulsed uncontrollably after a while.

Lan Weng said in a deep voice: "Third brother, ask me one last time, where is the Buddha bone?"

Lin Jingfeng fell headfirst to the ground, curled up into a ball, twitched uncontrollably, and muttered something.

"Little bitch... come here... come here..."

Wang Shuang leaned closer and put his ear to Lin Jingfeng's lips. Lin Jingfeng spoke intermittently, repeating the same sentence over and over again.

Wang Shuang shook his head at Lan Weng.

Lan Weng nodded: "Since that's the case, the third child is back, you go to Tibet for a while. Only take four bottles of medicine with you, not much."

The woman said softly: "Master, four to seven 28 days, I'm afraid that the third child will not be able to hold on on the way back."

Lan Weng stroked his beard and said: "If you add another bottle like this, on the 35th, the third child's physique can hold up. As a teacher, watching him grow up, it will be fine."

Beijing, Imperial Chef.

The decoration of the boxes was noble and elegant, and the waiters were as beautiful as flowers. Sun Liang ate whatever he wanted and stopped eating. He sat by the side and looked at Zhan Xing with a smile.

Zhan Xing: "This soup is delicious, let's have another bowl, Second Uncle, do you know Gansu Minqin?"

Sun Liang: "I've never heard of it. What the hell, where did Xiaojian go back to China this time? Tell my second uncle."

Zhan Xing took the soup, thanked the waiter, and began to tell Sun Liang about his itinerary, of course omitting the danger of the underground tomb, and lightly mentioning the danger. "

Even so, Sun Liang was still sobbing when he heard it, he couldn't laugh or cry, and said: "I'm sorry, why don't you want to come to Beijing, it's so fun to drill holes in the ground? Why do you know you're back now?"

Zhan Xing spread out on the chair and said contentedly: "My friend has something to do and can't take me to play, so I'll come back, it's killing me! Don't eat!"

Sun Liang: "When are you going back to New York? Your dad is talking so much that I'm going bankrupt! Are you full? Pay the bill."

The waiter held up the form, and Sun Liang casually drew a pig's head on the signature area, and wiped his mouth: "Miss, bring me the invoice."

Sun Liang: "Need an invoice? Who can I ask for reimbursement?"

Zhan Xing: "Invoices can be scratched for prizes, second uncle, you are such a fool, you don't even know this."

Sun Liang nodded in doubt, and Zhan Xing said, "Open a few more."

Zhanxing originally intended to issue invoices with small denominations, and the chance of winning a lottery is high, but Sun Liang misunderstood, and ordered: "Yes, issue a few more, and make up for all the invoices I ate here before."

waiter:"……"

The manager came over with a thick stack of invoices in person, and Sun Liang said, "I'll scrape them all for you, serve some good tea, and go back after scraping enough."

The invoices were stacked five centimeters high on the table, and Zhan Xing scraped them off one by one. Thinking of Lin Jingfeng, tears were about to fall.

Sun Liang said with a smile: "Little bitch has grown up, why does he look different from before, and he doesn't make troubles or troubles anymore. It seems that going out for a walk by yourself really trains people."

Zhan Xing: "Oh."

Sun Liang: "Ama, you were very anxious at the beginning, so I asked my eldest brother to find you. The elder brother thought that the shop was not available, so he said let Xiaojian go to exercise by himself. Sure enough, after a round of exercise, he was much more energetic. Steady! Hehehe!"

Zhan Xing: "Hehehehe...Second uncle, when you and Lu Shaorong were still uncles, when you became sworn brothers, your uncle must be thirty."

Sun Liang: "Yeah, why?"

Zhan Xing: "Can you guys agree? There will be no generation gap? Besides, you are so rich, Lu Shaorong will have nothing..."

Sun Liang: "Fuck, my brother, if you have money or not, you can just be a real person, and money is something other than yourself, right, little bitch."

Zhan Xing: "Yes."

Zhan Xing scratched a piece of five yuan, put it in his pocket, felt uninterested, and said, "I won't scratch it, it's boring."

The manager took back the scraped invoices, and Sun Liang said, "What's the matter? Are you sleepy? Go back to sleep, and you can scrape whenever you want."

Zhan Xing nodded and let Sun Liang put his shoulders on his shoulders. Uncle and nephew left the restaurant and got in the car to go home.

It is not the first time for Sun Liang to come to the home exhibition business. However, since Sun Liang took over the company, his mother has not lived in Beijing for a long time. It was winter, and Mrs. Ren went to Switzerland for a snowboarding vacation.

In a huge three-storey luxury villa, Sun Liang is the only owner, and there are bodyguards and servants walking around, it seems that there is no atmosphere.

midnight:

Zhan Xing dragged the quilt, stood in front of Sun Liang's room for a while, and said, "Second Uncle, I'll sleep with you."

Sun Liang was playing darts, pressed the remote to open the door, and said, "Come in, how old are you, and it's like coming to Beijing when you were a child, and you want your second uncle to sleep with you?"

Zhan Xing took the dart, threw it casually, and hit the red heart.

"Hehe——" Sun Liang said, "Little bitch is even better than my second uncle!"

Zhan Xing fell on the bed, said "hmm" a few times, but still didn't feel like talking. Sun Liang taught him to play darts when he was a child.

Sun Liang said, "What's the matter again? What's on your mind?"

Zhan Xing turned over, lay down on the bed, thought for a long time, and said:

"Second Uncle, I've been pulled—"

Sun Liang: "Fuck, I won't go back after being raped..."

"...?"

The corner of Sun Liang's mouth twitched, watching Zhan Xing, Zhan Xing turned his head sideways, covered half of his face with the pillow, and peeked at Sun Liang's expression.

Sun Liang opened his mouth, unable to close it for a long time: "You... little bitch? What's the matter with you? Explain clearly?"

Zhan Xing: "Didn't I send you a text message before, saying that I was in a relationship, and the person was the person who took me to play, named Lin Jingfeng."

Sun Liang had a thunderous look on his face.

"Did you tell your dad?" Sun Liang finally recovered.

Zhan Xing said, "I told you, but I broke up and will go back soon."

Sun Liang thought for a long time, his mind was in a mess, and then nodded: "Oh, at least... I'm going back... We're not losing money, little bitch, do you like men?"

Zhan Xing fell silent, and Sun Liang said, "It's...it doesn't matter, my second uncle will introduce you to a good one in the future, first love is just a cloud, so don't worry about it."

Zhan Xing nodded with red eyes.

Sun Liang didn't know what to say, so Zhan Xing lay on the bed and fell asleep within a while.

Sun Liang smoked a cigarette in the room, thought for a while, finally put out the cigarette, lay down on the bed, stretched out one arm for Zhan Xing to pillow on, just like ten years ago, when Zhan Xing came to Beijing every year as a guest, Sun Liang is sleeping with his little nephew in his arms.

There is a nice smell on Sun Liang's pajamas, a very light sports perfume and skin scent. It is a new prairie perfume released this year.

Zhan Xing vaguely saw something in the dream.

Under the endless blue sky, the glaciers are rolling and rolling, interspersed with the interval belt of green grassland, just like the belt of God on the plateau.

The Tibetan antelopes were frightened and ran away.

The unrestrained and simple ballads were sung in the distance, and Zhan Xing suddenly realized that he had changed into a Tibetan attire and was standing barefoot on the cold black ground.

One step forward is frozen ground, one step back is thorns.

Dozens of men are ambushing behind the thorn bushes, all of them are Tibetan costumes, blue silk military robes, wide gold belts around their waists, Tibetan knives, and plateau red on their cheeks after long-term ultraviolet exposure.

They talked in a language that Zhan Xing could not understand, and several Tibetan men spoke quickly, as if they were asking their leader for instructions.

The leader is a brawny man with broad shoulders and a dark neck. His face is unique to people from the highlands, and his eyes have the deepness of the Tubo race. His beard can't hide his vicissitudes and handsome appearance.

Noble prince!Vicissitudes of tough guy!Big hunk!

This kind of man - Zhan Xiaojian is the most, like, like! ! !

Zhan Xing immediately became excited, and whether it was in a dream or not, a hungry tiger would rush to take advantage of it.

The leader of the strong man whispered something, the syllables were soothing and deep, and then he drew out the knife hidden in his waist and roared angrily.

At the end of the snow mountain, a group of monks came slowly. The Tibetan knife in the hand of the strong man was the same color as the snow mountain stretching for thousands of miles. He led hundreds of people out of the thorn bush!

Zhan Xing suddenly opened his eyes in the morning sun, the room was full of gold in the morning light, and the square jade on the bedside table was quietly shining.

His dream still stayed at the moment when the strong man swung the knife, the lama in red was separated from his head, and the blood spurted out from the broken neck.

The morning sunlight poured into the room and was cut into thin strips by the curtains, making the square jade crystal clear. The center of the jade seemed to retain the golden light of the rising sun, and there was a ray of light swirling in the translucent stone.

Zhan Xing picked it up and took a look, and found that his backpack had been tidied up and things were neatly placed on the table.

He got out of bed and rang the bell, and someone came to serve him immediately. The servant said that Sun Liang was talking about something in the living room, and asked his nephew to take a walk in the garden first, and then have breakfast together.

Zhan Xing brushed his teeth, went downstairs in his pajamas, and glanced at the living room as he passed by.

Sun Liang was talking with a gray-haired, glasses-wearing scholar. Behind the scholar's sofa stood a tall, tall man in black, wearing sunglasses.

"Mr. Ren." The scholar said, "Our subject has already made a breakthrough."

Sun Liang said, "Dean, my surname is Sun."

The scholar hurriedly changed his words: "Yes, Mr. Sun, I'm sorry to disturb you so early, our college has always..."

Zhan Xing knew that Sun Liang sponsored the history school of a certain university in Beijing a few years ago, and funded the establishment of a scholarship. He thought that it was probably a final report, and there was nothing unusual about it. When he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard something from the dean inside. .

"This time the Tibet Autonomous Region's archaeological policy on Zanda and Ngari has been loosened, and some people have discovered new Guge ruins on the border, which contain precious materials about the 'Qianhong Period' and 'Recognition of Tibet'. Students Winter vacation is coming soon, I think this is a good opportunity for scientific research and internship.”

Zhan Xing's curiosity was piqued almost immediately.

Ruins of the Guge Kingdom?The action caused by the disrespectful Lang Dama who killed Buddha when he saw Buddha, killed God when he saw God, and cut off the entire Tibetan Buddhism for more than 100 years?

Zhanxing walked into the living room and asked curiously, "Isn't Guge at the border? In recent years, the country has allowed archaeological teams to enter?"

The dean didn't know who Zhan Xing was, Sun Liang introduced: "This is the son of my righteous brother, Zhan Xing."

"Zhan Xing?" The tall man behind the dean glanced at Zhan Xing from behind his sunglasses.

The strong man took off his sunglasses, showing dark brown pupils, and said politely: "Hello, my name is Huo Hu."

Huo Hu's eyes are very beautiful, like amber soaked in water, and the pupils are like cats, showing the luster of cat's eye lines.

Zhan Xing: "??"

He suddenly felt a strong sense of familiarity.

The dean signaled Huo Hu not to talk nonsense, and got up to let him say: "It turns out that he is the son of curator Lu, please sit down."

Zhan Xing smiled and said, "Lu Shaorong is not the curator yet. I've heard of the 'recognition of collections' you mentioned before. Is there really such a thing?"