Cat Gu Notes

"I will not say."

The old man was very curious: "What charades are you playing? Where are you going?"

Monk Zhang Er of Chu Haiyang was puzzled. Lin Shaohu walked by him and patted him on the shoulder: "See you in Beijing, Haiyang."

Chu Haiyang said, "Bon voyage."

"Of course." Lin Shaohu bowed to the old man, opened the cellar's insulation curtain and walked out.

The old man stared in a daze, and asked the students, "Where did he go in the middle of the night? This man surnamed Yang has his stomach ripped open. Although there are other technicians around, are forensic doctors like this?"

A few days later, Chongqing.

"Jialing River, Yangtze River, Jiefangbei," Lin Shaohu stopped and turned around, "Don't hide, how long are you going to follow?"

The uncle and the leopard came out awkwardly from behind the telephone pole. The uncle beat the leopard and complained that it was nothing to do with such a big head.He told Lin Shaohu: "Wherever it is, it's just on the way."

Lin Shaohu said, "I'm going to Gele Mountain."

"Coincidentally," said the uncle, "we happen to be going too."

"I suddenly wanted to cross the river."

"Oh, what a coincidence," the uncle said, "We have to cross the river too."

"Look at the time...Let's eat first."

"Oh, Shaohu bosom friend, we also want to eat." The uncle said.

Lin Shaohu raised his eyebrows: "I can tell, you have no money to eat."

Leopard said angrily: "I had money, but he snatched it all and bought a broken pot!"

"What do you know?" The uncle lovingly stroked the pickle jar in his arms, and then smiled flatteringly at Lin Shaohu: "What do you eat?"

Eat whatever you have, anyway, everything is spicy.

Lin Shaohu started to cough from the first mouthful, and he couldn't swallow it after coughing for 5 minutes.

"Can't stand the test!" The uncle snatched his bowl, "Bring it to me!"

There was thick fog on the pier, and snack stalls were placed on the river beach.The porters who came and went were great, naked and barefoot, lean and strong.They tied hemp ropes and carried poles, went down the slippery stone steps, bought a bowl of hot and sour noodles from the boss, poured them down, and sweated profusely, very happy.

The uncle sat on a three-legged bench and painted gourds in the same way, feeling extremely bold; the leopard breathed heavily, opened its mouth to Lin Shaohu, and asked, "Are you there? Is your tongue still there?" Lin Shaohu slanted Glancing at him, Leopard shuddered and hid behind the uncle.

The owner of the food stall said: "The fog has cleared, let's go on the boat."

Facing the fog in the river, Lin Shaohu saw the indistinct mountain city, and said with emotion: "It's like an ink painting."

The uncle said: "You see it is a splashed ink landscape, but I saw it back then, it was a scene of life and death."

Lin Shaohu asked: "Have you been here?"

"It was the Anti-Japanese War." The uncle said, "After the fall of Nanjing, Master took me to escape to Chongqing by waterway, but as soon as we arrived, we caught up with the big bombing. It was also summer, and we were sitting in a small sampan in the middle of the river. Spinning around, you just can’t reach the shore. The Japanese plane rumbled overhead, the cabin was flooded with turbid river water, the old and the weak, women and children were crying together, this despair is worse than life, you finally don’t need to experience it.”

"Alas!" the uncle sighed, "It's over! Chairman Mao said, it's all over!"

Lin Shaohu looked at him, and then asked, "I said, who are you?"

The uncle snapped a salute: "Report to the police comrades, I am Xia Mingruo's uncle."

"Report to Xia Mingruo's uncle. I'm a coordinator, not a catcher." Lin Shaohu knew who he was 800 years ago, so he said with a smile, "Where are you going?"

"Go to a place with you, Yunnan." The uncle held up his pickle jar, "My apprentice is so stupid, I can't tell that this is something from the Yuan Dynasty. There is such a thing in the deep mountains of Yunnan, and it makes me miss it day and night. think."

"Isn't it in the prince's tomb?"

"Yes," said the uncle, "but I can't take it. Also, that's not the prince's tomb."

"I read the newspaper, it is said to be the prince's tomb."

The uncle shook his head and laughed loudly: "These archaeologists! This is definitely not what old man Li said. His old pedant wouldn't say such ridiculous things."

Lin Shaohu stared at him: "Do you know who it is?"

"I know." said the uncle.

"who is it?"

The uncle said, "Go and see the epitaph."

"No epitaph was dug."

"Oh!" The uncle slapped his head violently, "I remembered! The epitaph was hidden by me."

"what?!"

The uncle smiled obscenely: "In the horizontal hole I dug, there is a bluestone slab about one foot square."

"You..." Lin Shaohu murmured.

The dense fog had just cleared, and the sun shone through. The majestic Chuanjiang chant sounded, and the uncle was still holding the sauce jar: "Shaohu, let's get acquainted and promise me one thing."

"You say." Lin Shaohu nodded.

"The matter of the epitaph will be discussed in ten years," said the uncle, "after I die."

"what?"

"Is it okay?" The uncle hugged the tank and acted cutely.

Lin Shaohu said: "Have you done too many bad things?"

The uncle sighed: "Digging and digging, digging my own ancestral grave, do you think it's a bad thing?"

Just as Lin Shaohu was about to speak, the uncle waved his hand: "But this is not the most important thing. My family's ancestor happened to be a reactionary pacesetter and an object of the revolution. He must be crucified on the pillar of shame. Now it is better to reverse the case for my ancestor. If it is too early, it may still implicate those who do learning."

Lin Shaohu was full of doubts: "Reverse the case?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you will know later." The uncle said, "The difference between us and those archaeologists is that we also read history books, but we never believe them. You must know that the history of the Sui Dynasty was written by the people of Tang Dynasty, and the books of Tang Dynasty were compiled by people of the late Jin Dynasty." , Song history was written by people in the Yuan Dynasty, and Yuan history was written by people in the Ming Dynasty. One generation after another, some things cannot be written too realistically. For example, I stole your things and then killed you, but this What would I say if I had to tell my son?"

Lin Shaohu laughed: "Then you will call me the ancestor of the thief first."

"That's right," the uncle affirmed, "Let's go, the boat is coming."

Lin Shaohu stopped him: "Your surname is Yang?"

The uncle shook his head and smiled, leaned into his ear and said, "My master's surname is Li, my uncle's surname is Du, and my surname is Yuwen."

Lin Shaohu said, "Impossible."

The uncle put on a serious face: "There is nothing impossible! Let me tell you, the history books say that those who were exterminated are not necessarily exterminated. For example, the Murong clan was uprooted by Liu Yu and killed without leaving any babies. It really does still exist!"

Lin Shaohu smiled and asked, "Where is it?"

The uncle said confidently: "They are all Xianbei in Liaodong, of course I know! The Murong family has fair complexion, brave nature, and a very handsome man. Let me tell you, they changed their surname to Xia!"

Lin Shaohu just drank from the water bottle, and then spit it out: "I see, brother Yuwen, let's go, let's get on the boat and hurry..."

Yu Wenji squatted on the deck at the stern, blowing the wind from the river. His apprentice wandered around and came back to squat beside him.

Yu Wenji asked, "Does he believe it?"

Yu Wenbao said: "Don't believe it! You and Xia Biexin are a natural match! Why don't you make it up a little bit more evil?"

"Bastard!" the uncle taught him, "You boy is not as flexible as Xia Biexin! Can I be honest? Can I say that I just hit the epitaph with a shovel and the epitaph was broken into eight pieces? Let's talk again, buddy. Loyalty is also a policeman!"

Leopard said: "Cut!"

The uncle muttered: "Anyway, that person's surname is Yuwen, I didn't lie to him..."

Lin Shaohu suddenly stepped onto the deck and stood behind the uncle and the others, startling them both.

"Mr. Yuwen," Lin Shaohu held up a syringe as thick as a forearm, "Can you please give me a little blood sample?"

"what?"

"I am very interested in your bloodline," Lin Shaohu said sincerely, "for the purpose of medical research, please cooperate."

He couldn't help but rolled up the uncle's sleeve, forced the needle and ran away. The uncle wailed and fell on the railing, his face sallow and sallow.

"Master!" Leopard shouted.

"Leopard... Leopard..." the uncle said weakly, "Buy me pork liver as soon as you get off the boat, and tell Murong in Beijing not to believe it, saying...too...too fucking cruel, let him protect... …It is important to protect your precious blood!"

[Northwest article]

Murong Biexin from Beijing sneezed loudly, and continued to fill out the student registration form, filling in the family status, and skillfully wrote: worker.

His father said: "Don't worry, our family has [-] generations of poor peasants, and the next [-] generations are still proletarians. It has nothing to do with the Dite anti-bad right warlords. No matter how we move, we can't move."

Xia Mingruo put down his pen to observe his father: "Dad, why do you have a bad face?"

Papa Xia touched his face and sighed.

"what happened?"

Xia's father said: "Oh, worry..."

Xia Mingruo froze on the chair for a long time, with tears rolling in his eyes, he asked tremblingly, "...Mom finally doesn't want you?"

His father asked sadly: "If I divorce your mother, who will you marry?"

"You don't need to ask, mother! My mother is such a heroine, if I dare to say no, you won't see your son tomorrow."

"Hey, my son can't be relied on, what can I do when I'm old... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Father Xia slapped the table, "Who said your mother doesn't want me?!"

"Then who doesn't want you?"

Xia's father covered his face and said angrily, "Mom, it's Wang Guodong!"

"What?" This time it was Xia Mingruo's turn to slap the table, "Wang Guodong actually entangled you? What's wrong with this? A few years ago, I heard that he had a work-related injury and was hit on the head by a shot put. The hospital said it was fine. Is there a problem!"

Xia's father lit a cigarette, smoked, blew out smoke rings, looked into the distance quietly and said, "I shouldn't have introduced someone to that guy, let alone introduced Zhang Daxiu, who wrote poetry in the alley next door, and the worst thing was , after they blew it, I ran to Ann just in time.