"Hiss!" Tchaikov took a step back, feeling a sharp pain in his foot. When he looked up, he saw the person he hated.
Lu Mingfeng glanced at Chaikov's feet and said, "Sorry, I didn't hold the car firmly."
"Are you okay? Did Mingfeng do it on purpose?" Jiang He hurried over to take a look. Chai Kefu gritted his teeth and shook his feet. "It's okay. It's just that my leg is not good. I can still ride a bicycle. I admire the perseverance of you Chinese people."
"I just asked Secretary Feng to bring your car here. Aren't you going to see the old man? Time is running out now. After we buy some things, we can go to his house." Lu Mingfeng glanced at the painful expression on Chai Kefu's face and sneered in his heart.
"Oh, then everyone, I'll be leaving first. Secretary Feng, please tell the minister. I'll be leaving first." Jiang He originally wanted to ask his uncle to check on Director Lin, but he had a hunch that if he stayed any longer, something would definitely go wrong.
Feng Xueqin suppressed the upturned corners of his mouth and said, "Okay."
"Uncle Lu, please sit down." Jiang He took the bicycle from Lu Mingfeng and said helplessly.
"Yeah!" Lu Mingfeng nodded and sat in the back seat of the car.
I rode the bike along the route I remembered, and went to a nearby mall to buy a few packs of cigarettes and a bottle of wine. I put them in the basket and rode toward the scrap yard. I saw an old man lying on a recliner in a cool corner from a distance, swaying his fan. I heard the voice of a storyteller on the radio from a distance, "Old man? Do you remember me?"
Old Yang opened his eyes and looked up and down at Jiang He and Lu Mingfeng in the back seat. "I thought you were lying to me last time. Tsk tsk tsk, old man, I just want the cigarettes and alcohol in your hand. The things you want are piled in the corner. Go get them yourself."
"Mingfeng, tell me which books are missing. You stay here and chat with the old man. I'll be back soon." It's not that Jiang He is on guard against Lu Mingfeng, but there are really too many things piled up in there, and the other party's leg is injured. "By the way, what books do you like? I'll bring them to you." It's possible to find some good books during this time. In the future, when the environment is like that, many ancient books will be destroyed. It's better to save some money for yourself.
"Just pick a few books. I like the ones you like to read." Lu Mingfeng said, "Grandpa, what good books do you have here?"
"These are some ancient books, which I sorted out myself from some historical documents. It's a bit troublesome to keep them here. You young people are very smart." Old Yang said with a hint of meaning, and Lu Mingfeng's eyes flashed slightly.
Jiang He had already entered the iron gate and gave the guard two packs of cigarettes as usual. The guard also pointed to the corner of the wall in tacit understanding. He first went to find a few textbooks that Lu Mingfeng mentioned were missing, and then went to the place where Old Yang said. He found a small bundle of tightly tied scrolls on the lower shelf, with a line of words on it: "I hope to give the surname Yang a chance to survive."
Jiang He was shocked. Could this be a note that Old Yang had left for him on purpose? Could it be that he thought he had some special way to help him hide things? Or was he confident that he would not keep all these things for himself?
He noticed from the corner of his eye that the person at the door was looking at him from time to time, so he could only speed up his movements and put the scroll into his own space. As for the other one that said "reward", he didn't hesitate at all and put them all away.
Then he saw a few books discarded in the corner, which reminded him that although these books were useless now, they would be just right in ten years. So he took advantage of the dead corners to send these books into the space one by one. It seemed that he had come to the right place this time.
To avoid suspicion, he picked up a few books from the bookshelf and symbolically carried out two bundles of books, all of which were picture books for children and his own favorite story books. He weighed them and found that the total weight was 15 kilograms, "seven yuan."
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