C4 Enemy meet

"Is there such a strange thing?" Liang Chen asked curiously: "There's no voice recorder, and there's not a person hiding, why would there be the breathing of an old man? Ai? "Oh right, is there a sewer in the trash market? Who knows if someone might have dropped their phone or if the ringtone is set to the old man's breathing?"

Steamed Bun rolled his eyes at him and asked back, "Please use your brain, what kind of phone can let you charge for half a month? Furthermore, who would be so bored as to make an old man's breathing sound like a phone's ringtone! "

"My phone is fine." Liang Chen shook his trash brand mountain stronghold. It was an extremely long standby machine, and its memory was very small. It could not contain too many software, so it would be fine even if he did not charge it for half a month.

"Even so, if you lost your phone, would you call the people you picked up every day?" Steamed Bun glanced at the emblem on Liang Chen's phone and realized that he didn't even know what this was.

"Of course not. A phone worth around three hundred yuan can be lost, unless there's something important stored inside." Liang Chen thought that the possibility of that happening was indeed very small, but if he excluded the possibility of that happening, then he really wouldn't be able to explain it.

Steamed Bun also knew that this matter was too bizarre and probably couldn't be resolved by fortune-telling. As a result, he advised: "Okay, I'll just say this to you. Even if you go, it'll be useless. Let my uncle think of his own way."

"It's fine. Take me to see it tomorrow, what if I can help your uncle?" Liang Chen did not give up. After all, this kind of thing happened very quickly, and it was also Steamed Bun's uncle. If he could help, it would not be in vain for him to drink with him.

In theory, he should go to that junk market first.

Steamed Bun saw that he was insisting and knew that he had good intentions, so he nodded his head and smiled: "Okay then. Big sister doesn't have any classes tomorrow afternoon, so big sister will take you for a stroll."

"Isn't he just ten days older than me?" "As for calling her big sister …" Liang Chen stood up and was about to pay the bill, when he complained in a low voice, this barbecue was equivalent to his usual five days' worth of food, it was really painful. If he did not find a way to earn money as soon as possible, he would have to sleep on the streets and drink the wind.

"Even if it takes a minute, it's still big." Steamed Bun wiped the corner of his mouth and playfully argued: "Didn't you see that the twins are divided up? They're just a few minutes apart. "

"Fine, fine, I won't admit it anyway."

The two of them walked out of the barbeque store together. With the cold night wind blowing, Liang Chen immediately became a little more clear-headed, and even his boiling hot cheeks after drinking had slowly recovered their normal temperature.

The girls' dormitory had long been closed for a long time, but fortunately, Steamed Bun's house was not too far away. Liang Chen helped her find a taxi and watched her leave, leaving him alone to wander the streets.

When he thought about what Steamed Bun had told him, Liang Chen quietly looked up into the starry sky. He didn't have any special thoughts towards Steamed Bun before, but now he felt that this girl was actually not bad either. She had a good personality, but could she really only live to twenty-six years old? This seemed a little too cruel.

That's right, wasn't the Heavenly Dipper Sword written by Yuan Tiangang? Maybe he could find a way to reverse fate! Liang Chen straightened the clothes on his body, and quickly ran back to his room. Lying on the bed, he started to study the ancient text book.

Lao Yang had already returned home, the house was extremely quiet, other than bed creaking when he flipped over, he could not hear anything else, but after searching in his mind for a long time, he still could not find a way to change the fate of others, because these words were too hard for him.

The reason was because he felt that Chinese was useless to him. After all, in the modern society, there was no one who would use this kind of obscure language anymore. Why would they still need to learn it?

But now, he was extremely vexed over why he did not listen to the lecture seriously all those years ago. If he had learned more of the Chinese characters back then, then he wouldn't have felt so overwhelmed just looking at this Heavenly Dipper Policy book.

He planned to go to the bookstore tomorrow and buy a few more books on Chinese language learning and Zhou Yi. Since he wanted to choose this industry, he had to at least be able to intimidate those people.

Early in the morning on the second day, Liang Chen went out to look for books at a nearby bookstore. There were only less than 300 yuan left in his pocket and he only had less than 1000 yuan.

He had to earn money as soon as possible!

Liang Chen spent the entire morning in his room, reading books. When it was almost noon, he received a call from Steamed Bun, telling him to go meet up at the school gate.

Outside the West University entrance of Jiangdong University, a cute girl looked at the intersection from time to time. Although her height couldn't be considered outstanding, her round face, with a white cartoon T-shirt and hot pants revealing her thighs still made her look cute and petite.

Last night, Steamed Bun had fallen asleep. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fall asleep. The words that had been hidden deep in his heart for a long time finally came out through the alcohol.

However, she felt a little regretful in her heart. After all, she had just broken up with him and couldn't wait to say that she liked him. Would she let him feel that she wasn't reserved?

This kind of attitude of a little girl who was worried about gains and losses made her eager to see Liang Chen again. She hoped to find even a trace of answer on the other party's face so that she could calm down.

When the familiar figure appeared in her eyes, Steamed Bun suddenly hesitated. She was afraid of being rejected, so her face couldn't help but become twisted. It wasn't until Liang Chen waved his hand towards her that she stuttered: "You … You haven't eaten yet, right? Let's find a place to fill our stomachs before going to my uncle's junk market. "

Liang Chen saw that Steamed Bun had two deep dark circles under his eyes and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What happened to your eyes? Who bullied you? "

"No, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night. Don't think too much about it." Steamed Bun smiled awkwardly and said, "You invited me to a barbecue last night, so I'll treat you to some Xiang Cuisine today. There's a pretty good restaurant in front of us right now."

The two casually ordered a few dishes. Since they each had their own thoughts and didn't eat much, they then proceeded to her uncle's junk market. It took them more than twenty minutes to reach the market near the old town.

The entrance was right beside the road, and the rusted metal door had two dogs tied inside it. Seeing that, this stranger, was near, they all started to bark at the same time.

Raising his head, he could see the words "Bridge Head Market" written on the arched sign. However, because it was painted on iron, it had been peeled off quite a bit, so it was barely noticeable.

"Go go go, stop barking, you stupid dogs!" Steamed Bun barked at the two dogs and explained, "These two dogs were brought here by my uncle from the countryside. There hasn't been much business these days, so they're here to watch the door."

Liang Chen nodded, and took the chance while Steamed Bun was on the phone to his uncle to hold up the metal door to look inside. The rows of old furniture and household appliances were placed in rows and rows, only leaving a few small paths for people to pass through.

Other than the two dogs, there seemed to be no one else inside. It was eerily quiet. The old man that Steamed Bun spoke of did not even seem to be breathing heavily. Everything seemed to be normal.

After hanging up the phone, Steamed Bun smiled and said: "Let's wait here for a while. My uncle is on his way here and I heard that he found a great master to come over. He used to be very disdainful of these things."

"She's in a very critical situation, it's very normal. There's an old lady in our town with a terminal illness. She has a Bodhisattva statue in her house, and there's a cross hanging by her bed. As long as she can live, she'll believe in anything."

Liang Chen lazily told Steamed Bun some interesting stories about the countryside. Those books he read in the morning, such as the Book of Amateur, Six Magazine, and Zhou Yi's Gossip, were still quite useful. With the addition of some of the myths he heard back home, he realized that Steamed Bun's eyes were filled with many small stars.

Just as the two of them were chatting, suddenly, a vulgar laughter came from afar, "Hehehe, Boss Bao, don't worry. No matter what, I promise I'll find it for you!"

"Sigh, Liu Zhenren, you must help me. I have been almost driven mad by the sound of your breathing these past few days …"

That wretched voice sounded a little familiar. Liang Chen turned to look at the direction of the voice, only to see a scene that made him not know whether to laugh or cry. He only saw the old liar who had smashed his head yesterday, walking over with a middle-aged man in a refined manner.

When he saw that middle-aged man, Steamed Bun greeted him happily, "Uncle, you're here. I have good news to tell you. Do you want to hear it?"

"My bazaar is already like this, what good news can there be, sigh …"

Bao Hanliang was not even forty years old, but he had been worrying deeply for the past three months. His hair had already turned white, and the scar on his forehead became even deeper.

Just as the uncle and nephew were discussing about their family's business, suddenly, the Liu Zhenren shouted out loud. Without saying anything further, he stomped his feet and cursed: "It's you little bastard, how can I bump into you anywhere, quickly give my Eight Diagrams Coin back to me!"

Liang Chen was startled, he did not think that this old fellow would still be concerned, and shouted: "Return your grandmother, your stupid thing is not an antique, even if you throw it on the road, no one would necessarily pick it up, furthermore I did not see it, so stop lying to me!"

The Eight Diagrams Coin had already entered his brain, even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to do it. Since this thing recognized him because of his own blood, it meant that there was fate between him and it, he could just treat it as the retribution when the old liar smashed his head.

The two of them started to insult each other immediately, causing Bao Hanliang and Steamed Bun to be at a complete loss of what to do. Bao Hanliang looked at the disgraceful Liu Zhenren and sized up the black-faced young man, then asked Steamed Bun: "Little Shuang, who is that young man, your classmate?"

"Ugh …" "I guess so. I'll go over and ask him what's going on..." He could only run over with a face full of black lines and pull Liang Chen back. He asked Liang Chen in a low voice: "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you, how did you offend this old man?"