Revolution in the depths of the soul

The bridges of the noses of Lin Jingfeng and Zhan Xing were touching, and the warm lips were only less than one centimeter apart, and they could clearly feel each other's breath.

Zhan Xing stared into Lin Jingfeng's eyes, Lin Jingfeng looked away unnaturally, after a while, Lin Jingfeng turned his head, Zhan Xing consciously put his arms around his neck, and put his chin on his shoulder.

"The reason I'm called Lin Jingfeng." Lin Jingfeng whispered into Zhan Xing's ear, "It's because my grandmother and the villagers hope that there is no shortage of water in my hometown, and there are many trees on the mountain."

Three seconds later, the female reporter answered a few words wearily, then raised her eyebrows, and the photographer started to lose his temper.

The armed police didn't understand, so they just said, "Please cooperate with the investigation, thank you!"

The female reporter said in blunt Chinese: "I'm here for an interview, how could I steal your cultural relics? Please come and see me with your chief!"

Armed policeman: "I didn't say you...well, passing vehicles are subject to spot checks, this is the rule, I'm sorry, please..."

Female reporter: "..."

Armed Police: "..."

The female reporter put her entire chest on the edge of the car window in an instant, and the armed policeman had three black lines on her forehead. She took a step back in fright. The female reporter persisted and screamed: "It is obvious that you suspect that I am a thief! Call the person in charge." Come--!"

The armed police were so frightened that they turned around to look for the person in charge. After talking for a while in the distance, the female reporter poked her head out and shouted, "Hey! Handsome guy! Bye!"

The photographer slammed on the accelerator, the jeep started and flashed, the armed police were helpless, and the person in charge made a gesture, indicating that it should be forgotten, and it would not be good to make a big fuss.These impolite things of foreigners often happen, and the superiors have ordered that attention must be paid to the impact during special times.

The female reporter said lazily, "You can get up now."

Lin Jingfeng got up with Zhan Xing in his arms, and Zhan Xing let out a hey hey, and was about to make up some lies, when the female reporter smiled and said, "Little gentleman, including the time at the New York Museum, we have met twice."

Zhan Xing: "Huh?"

Female reporter: "I was on the mountain early in the morning. When you got out of the hole, I wanted to go and interview you. It's a pity that you know kung fu, it's very exciting."

Zhan Xing: "Ahaha! In fact, we just wanted to come out for an adventure, and we were hijacked by a group of tomb robbers...Me and my...classmates, um..."

Female reporter: "Huh?"

She turned up the radio a little louder, playing music with a strong sense of rhythm along the road, and drove off the highway all the way, entering Xi'an City.

Zhan Xing looked back worriedly: "Is this okay?"

The female reporter said: "It doesn't matter, the car is also borrowed, let the guys in the joint office be unlucky."

Zhan Xing laughed out loud, the female reporter touched up her makeup, and handed over a business card with her fingers: "If you have anything new, please contact me."

Zhan Xing exchanged phone numbers with her, the car parked on the side of the street near the city, and the two got out of the car in a hurry.

"Goodbye!" Zhan Xing smiled and waved.

The jeep drove away.

"There are still many good people in the world." Zhan Xing said happily.

Lin Jingfeng said indifferently: "When you are sold, you don't think so."

"Don't be like that." Zhan Xing squeezed Lin Jingfeng's face with both hands, making him smile.

They walked slowly along the long street. The lights of Xi'an were just on, and the neon lights of hotels and restaurants were flickering. Banners and short flags of the cultural relics fair were hung everywhere.

Zhan Xing: "It was a waste of time."

Lin Jingfeng hummed absently, and Zhan Xing said, "Don't eat too expensive ones."

Lin Jingfeng didn't answer, and took him into a restaurant after a while, and ordered a large plate of chicken. The young man already had a big appetite, and he was half hungry and half full. After grabbing a plate of chicken, Lin Jingfeng ordered another four servings of noodles, mixed them on the plate, and ate them all.

Zhan Xing was still thinking about it, as if he still wanted to lick the plate, Lin Jingfeng said: "Bring me the invoice."

Two tickets per person, after scratching the invoice, Zhan Xing also won five yuan, and handed it over to Lin Jingfeng wisely, both of them were very satisfied and left.

For the first time, Lin Jingfeng found a guest house, and the standard room was two hundred and one nights.

After Zhan Xing took a shower and lay on the bed, Lin Jingfeng pressed his phone, recorded the expenses, and asked, "Aren't you Americans used to take a shower in the morning?"

Zhan Xing: "I am Chinese, but my nationality is American."

Lin Jingfeng said disapprovingly, "Then why are you emigrating?"

Zhan Xing said, "Same-sex marriage."

Lin Jingfeng nodded, after a long calculation, he remembered something, took out two hundred bills from his pocket, and handed them to Zhan Xing: "Well, your wages."

Zhan Xing said: "No need, you didn't make any money."

Lin Jingfeng: "You can earn back your money."

Zhan Xing straightened up, sat up, and said in amazement, "How do you make money back? Isn't everything in the tomb gone? It was discovered by the police."

Lin Jingfeng said: "If you give it to you, you can keep it. Do you want it? Don't let it go."

Zhan Xing scratched his head, Lin Jingfeng took the money back, and after a while he squinted at Zhan Xing, seeing that he didn't seem to be short of money, and murmured in his heart that he had never seen such a person before.

"Do you want it or not?" Lin Jingfeng emphasized repeatedly.

Zhan Xing took the money and stuffed it casually. He was from a wealthy family, and this tipping was not enough to go out to play once. Of course, he didn't mention it, and asked curiously: "Did Brother Biao give you the money in advance?"

Lin Jingfeng replied perfunctorily: "It's sort of."

Zhan Xing: "Will we be arrested by the police tomorrow? Will we be wanted?"

Lin Jingfeng lazily said: "No, you can go to the police station tomorrow with a big swagger. Because they will definitely announce to the outside world first that we have been arrested."

Zhan Xing was puzzled, so Lin Jingfeng turned off the light and ordered, "Sleep."

Lin Jingfeng only slept for a while in the morning and was sleepy at night, but Zhan Xing slept for a whole day and started to feel refreshed.

"Why are you……"

Lin Jingfeng turned over and covered his ears with a pillow.

Zhan Xing tossed and turned on the bed, like a pancake that couldn't sleep, started to sing, sang for a while, turned over and lay on his stomach, chirping loudly, like a tape, after singing side A and side B.

Lin Jingfeng couldn't bear it anymore, he stood up and said, "Only ask one question, and don't say anything after asking!"

As soon as Zhan Xing stopped singing, the lingering rhyme lingered for three days: "Where did you get the money from?"

Lin Jingfeng took out a palm-sized object from his pocket, and threw it on the bed.

Exhibition line: "?"

With the light of his mobile phone, he saw clearly that it was a hanging chime on the chime rack—the whole body was crystal clear, the smallest and the highest-pitched end chime.

Zhan Xing's eyes straightened: "You..."

Lin Jingfeng asked: "How much do you think you can sell?"

Zhan Xing was dumbfounded, and said after a while: "You are too cruel, you took down the smallest piece of the 18 yuan chime... as a collection, it will always be missing a part, it's hard to say."

Lin Jingfeng: "You should take Le Shao with you."

Zhan Xing: "I forgot to pull it, I just threw it away when I was running."

In this way, the missing part of the chime can indeed sell for sky-high prices, but it can only be changed hands on the black market, and one must be very careful.

Zhan Xing tossed and turned on the bed again, and didn't fall asleep until early in the morning.

Just less than two hours after falling asleep, the phone rang.

"Your mother..." Zhan Xing was full of anger and was about to hang up the phone.

"Zhan Xiaojian!" A passionate voice scolded: "It's not big or small, rub it!"

Zhan Xing woke up instantly, and said with a smile, "Hey, Second Uncle."

Sun Liang said: "Shaorong said you are in Xi'an? I'm flying over today to see the trade fair. By the way, I will take you back to Beijing for a few days?"

Zhan Xing glanced at Lin Jingfeng who was lying on the bed as if he was still sound asleep: "Are you coming to the antique fair?"

Sun Liang: "Yes, which hotel are you in? Give me a name, the second uncle came to find you..."

Zhanxing crawled over to shake someone who was sleeping soundly: "Jingfeng, my house..."

Lin Jingfeng closed his eyes: "Take the train to Shandong at noon."

Zhan Xing: "Hey, I'm going to...Shandong, I have to leave soon, the train tickets are already bought."

"Fuck!" Sun Liang said, "Who are you with! Did you have a good time?"

Zhan Xing giggled, and fell silent again. Sun Liang asked if he was short of money on the other end of the phone, but Zhan Xing was busy, and said, "I'll show you something interesting, and send a text message."

Sun Liang answered yes, and hung up the phone.

Zhan Xing smiled and sent a lot of photos taken in the tomb. When he looked up, he found Lin Jingfeng looking at him suspiciously.

Lin Jingfeng: "Your son? Kaizi?"

Zhan Xing: "Nothing, my second uncle."

Sun Liang texted back: [Fuck, who reads these things, have you grown taller?Check out the photos! 】Lying on the bed with messy hair, Zhan Xing took a selfie and sent it to Sun Liang, who replied 【Eat more, I'm too thin. 】There will be no more short messages.

Zhan Xing sighed, with a faint melancholy in his brows, he slept for a while, and didn't get up until noon with a yawn.

Lin Jingfeng: "Let's go."

After Zhan Xing finished washing, he smacked his lips and followed Lin Jingfeng with a displeased face.

Across the road from KFC where we had breakfast is the Xi'an History and Culture Museum. A huge TV wall hangs at the entrance of the square. The opening ceremony of the expo has ended and an auction of cultural relics is being held.

It happened to be Sunday, and a company of guards had been strengthened around it, and the guards were tight. The citizens on the street stopped to watch the TV wall, and a rotating picture of antique cultural relics was played on the wall, with explanations and excavation sites attached below.

Zhan Xing stood on tiptoe: "Look for a while, I'll just watch for a while..."

Lin Jingfeng also looked up at the TV wall. He couldn't name most of the cultural relics. The auctioneers of these collections could not participate in the auction anonymously, and they would be recorded one by one.

The fifth from the bottom one happened to be the chime they dug up in the middle of the night the day before yesterday, only one was missing.

The defective products sold for a high price of 500 million.

Zhan Xing said, "It's a pity, one piece is missing."

Lin Jingfeng said in a low voice alertly: "Why did you put it up for auction so quickly?"

Zhan Xing also noticed something was wrong: "That's right, logically speaking, it would take at least a few months after it was unearthed..."

After the collection auction was over, Lin Jingfeng said, "Leave here immediately, and don't go to Liujintang."

"Wait a little longer." Zhan Xing was still looking around: "If you can get a cultural relic that will be the finale of the auction, you probably won't have to... that's all."

Lin Jingfeng raised his eyebrows.

"Not opening for three years, opening for three years, that's how the antique industry is." Lin Jingfeng said indifferently: "But a few million can only last for a while... What are you looking at?"

"That's right, a few million is not much, not enough to buy a car." Zhan Xing murmured.

Lin Jingfeng had the urge to push Zhan Xing's head against the TV wall.

The first phase of the auction ended, the side door opened, and the guests who participated in the auction left. The exhibition couldn't help but look around. Lin Jingfeng followed his gaze and saw a man in a black suit, a white scarf and sunglasses, standing in front of him. Walked out from under the protection of a bodyguard.

The man is not too tall, only 1.8 meters by visual inspection. He wears a shiny diamond earring and smiles mischievously.

The bodyguard opened the door and let him into a Lincoln.

Zhan Xing: "Ah——"

Lin Jingfeng: "Who is that?"

Zhan Xing shook his head.

Another group of people left, an old man in Tang suit leaning on a wooden crutch, followed by a man and a woman.

Lin Jingfeng was a little uneasy, as if he was very afraid of the old man, he urged: "Let's go."

Zhan Xing and Lin Jingfeng left the square outside the museum, and Lin Jingfeng looked back when they left.

Xi'an Railway Station Police Station.

Young policeman: "Yo, it's you again?"

Zhan Xing: "Where is my passport?"

The policeman said bluntly, "Speak slowly, I don't have your passport. Where was the guy who came with you last time?"

Zhan Xing: "I don't care anymore. It's been a few days and there is no news. If I don't find me today, I'll stay here. I'll lie on your desk. Don't try to drive me away."

Zhan Xing took out four boxes of instant noodles, four bottles of mineral water, two packs of sandwich biscuits, and a bottle of Coke, and put them away properly.

Police officer: "..."

When the police saw that Zhanxing had come prepared, they immediately became nervous. Recently, the National Cultural Relics Exposition was held in Xi'an, and the leaders gave frequent instructions and inspections.

The police officer coughed: "Young man, listen to me. Losing a wallet is a trivial matter. There are still many important things to do in life. You can't waste time here blindly. To waste time is to waste life. The party and the people... "

Zhanxing saw a middle-aged man walking outside the office, so he said sincerely to the little police officer in front of him, "Uncle, I'm only seventeen this year, and I have a lot of time."

The policeman threatened sinisterly: "I am 21 this year, who is your uncle?"

Zhan Xing whispered: "You're taking advantage of calling you uncle, bah."

The police officer shouted angrily: "Who is going to take advantage of you?! Oh boy, I have been very busy recently and have no time to deal with your affairs! You have to leave today, or if you don't..."

Here comes the leader.

The leader's face turned green.

The policeman was sweating profusely and carefully registered Zhanxing's phone number.

"Young man." The leader said amiably, "Things have already happened. Sitting here won't help!"

Zhan Xing said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I think about it, and I will never give up on myself!"

Police officer: "As soon as there is news, I will notify you immediately!"

Zhan Xing shook hands with the leader cordially, and left with the instant noodles and drinks eaten on the train.

After Lin Jingfeng finished queuing, he waited at the entrance.

"found it?"

"No." Zhan Xing said: "He said he has news to call me."

Lin Jingfeng sneered: "Don't think about it, just go and make it up."

There are other channels outside the station. It only costs five yuan, and the family members of the staff who earn extra money can bring them into the platform, which happens to avoid the station inspection.

As the train pulled into the station, Zhan Xing glanced at the train ticket in his hand and asked in surprise, "Going back to Shanghai again?"

Lin Jingfeng: "Let's dump things first, and then we have to buy equipment."

Zhan Xing nodded, Lin Jingfeng bought a hard seat this time.

Sitting opposite was an aunt and an old man. Lin Jingfeng leaned back on the chair expressionlessly and stretched his fingers. Zhan Xing took out his mobile phone and started playing games. After playing for a while, the mobile phone rang at seven o'clock in the evening.

Zhan Xing turned his head and found that the seat where Lin Jingfeng was sitting was empty at some point.

Lu Shaorong's voice was a little tired, as if he had just woken up, and he yawned: "Honey, your second uncle said you're going to Shandong today?"

Zhan Xing said with a smile: "Yes, but I have to go to Shanghai first."

Lu Shaorong: "I heard the sound of the train."

Zhan Xing: "It's on the train."

Lu Shaorong: "Okay, I think you should be free now, you can have a good talk."

Exhibition line: "..."

"Wait... wait." Zhan Xing got up with his mobile phone, walked across the aisle, walked to the smoking space between the two carriages, looked around curiously, Lin Jingfeng was not there, where did he go?

"Okay, let's talk." Zhan Xing leaned his back against the wall of the smoking place: "What are you talking about? Is the old man beside you?"

Lu Shaorong: "He's not here, let's talk about a friend of yours who came to your door a few days ago."

New York:

Lu Shaorong lay on the sofa, Zhan Yang sat upright, the phone was amplified, and the husband and wife could hear it.

Zhan Xing's alert voice came from the phone: "Who came? A man or a woman?"

On the train:

Lu Shaorong's voice: "It's a beautiful boy with blond hair, about the same height as you, named Johnson, who claims to be your boyfriend, what's going on?"

Zhan Xing: "I've never had a boyfriend, and I don't know any Johnson!"

Lu Shaorong: "Huh? Then why would he say that?"

Zhan Xing: "Let me tell you, Lu Shaorong, that guy is an idiot... I don't like him at all! There is no common language! No matter how much money you have, it's useless. Next time he comes to your door, you can ask Lu Yao to throw the cactus down." ..."

Lu Shaorong: "Your father sent him away, so...do you like boys? Or, does he think you like boys?"

Zhan Xing: "I don't have any feelings for him at all."

New York:

Both Lu Shaorong and Zhan Yang heaved a sigh of relief.

The next moment, Zhan Xing's voice came from the loudspeaker:

"To tell you the truth, the person I like is my second uncle!"

Zhan Yang: "..."

Lu Shaorong: "..."

On the train:

The rant on the phone literally knocked the smoking room down: "What did you say! Say it again!"

Zhan Xing: "I like the second uncle! Second uncle, second uncle, second uncle! Second uncle Sun Liang! Lu Shaorong! You said that the old man is not around! What's going on!"

Zhan Yang: "You...you..."

Lu Shaorong: "Don't get excited! Yang Yang!"

Zhan Yang: "What's going on here?! Thank you! He's a man! And he's almost 40 years old, are you going to piss me off?!"

A girl's voice came from the phone: "And he is my husband! I fell in love with him first! You are too much brother!"

Zhan Yang and Lu Shaorong shouted together: "Lu Yao, don't make trouble!"

Zhan Xing didn't know how to express it at all, so he broke the jar and said, "How about the man! To tell you the truth! I'm gay! It's all caused by you! You passed it on to me!"

There was a mess on the other end of the phone, Zhan Yang nearly had a cerebral hemorrhage, Zhan Xing was bouncing around in the smoking room: "Old man, it's not good to be too excited! Be careful!"

Lu Shaorong couldn't laugh or cry: "Son, are you serious?"

Zhan Xing said seriously: "Yes, I'm gay! I'm a dead gay! How about it! A family of three gays! Let the old man bite me!"

Zhan Yang: "You...you..."

Zhan Xing hung up the phone and decided not to turn it on.

Zhan Xing took out his cigarette and lit it, took a deep breath, leaned against the glass window, the door of the bathroom next door opened, and Lin Jingfeng came out.

Zhan Xing immediately pretended to be indifferent, dusted off the cigarette ash, and said with a smile, "I'll smoke."

Lin Jingfeng: "Are you on the phone?"

Zhan Xing lit a cigarette for Lin Jingfeng, very embarrassed, hehe smiled, neither said anything.

As the train drove across the dark plain, Zhan Xing looked at Lin Jingfeng's face reflected in the glass window, feeling agitated. After a while, he tentatively asked: "Well, I was calling home just now, and I spoke very loudly. ?"

Lin Jingfeng replied: "It's not too loud, it should only be heard in two or three carriages."

Exhibition line: "..."