Jinggang Mountain, Ciping.
With the ability of a Black Soul Envoy, it was not particularly difficult to go to a place — even a newcomer like Tai Yinzi knew how to pass through walls, not to mention a veteran like No.9 who had been an envoy for many years.
The boss ordered Black Soul No.9 to move forward without stopping. He entered the place marked on the map given by the boss early.
But what puzzled Black Soul No.9 was that he didn't get any further hints even though he had already arrived at the place marked on the map.
The red mark was still flashing on the map … But he didn't know what to do after arriving here.
According to the boss, he needed Black Soul No.9 to find something for him — Obviously, it was not easy to find. Because according to Black Soul No.9's words, it seemed that even the owner himself wasn't sure about what he was looking for.
Was there something that the boss wasn't sure about?
Black Soul No.9 didn't believe in this situation.
But Black Soul No.9 had very good patience. Moreover, the new owner would not let the map give him such a hint for no reason. Perhaps, he still needed to find some clues himself.
So he came to Ciping — But he didn't know why he chose to stay here and wait.
It was only because … when he stepped into the Jinggang Mountains, the two words Ciping naturally appeared in his mind.
Black Soul No.9 thought that this was another hint from the new boss.
But this place was full of historical aura everywhere.
On the street with many museums and memorials, Black Soul No.9 stood under an old tree, silently looking at an old house in the alley.
Why did he look at it?
He didn't know.
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San Er's life seemed to have changed a little … But it didn't seem to have changed anything.
She still ran her tofu shop, took care of her daughter Xiaozhi's daily life, and worked as usual.
San Er felt that her life was actually like waiting for the cooked soy milk to cool down. The light milky yellow color was very calm, and there was only a trace of rising water vapor.
However, the surface of the soy milk would solidify very quickly. As long as a bamboo stick was used to pick it up, it would be easy to pick up another thing that was full of wrinkles: tofu.
Was Mark the tofu that she had congealed in her life?
"Put it here, okay?"
San Er, who was thinking about something in front of the millstone, suddenly heard Mark's voice from behind. She was almost shocked and quickly turned around.
Mark was wearing an old shirt … It was originally a white shirt, but some parts of it had turned yellow. There were many molds next to Mark — these were the tools used to press the tofu into shape.
The yellowing shirt, the rolled up trousers, and the slightly cracked leather shoes … For a moment, San Er seemed to see a familiar figure that had long disappeared.
Why … did he have to wear these clothes?
"Oh … that's enough."
San Er quickly nodded, "Sorry to trouble you. You don't actually need to do all this … "
Ma Ke said indifferently, "It doesn't matter. I have nothing to do anyway. I'll put the things here. You can continue with your work. "
Mark didn't stay for too long — San Er found that Mark was a relatively silent person most of the time. He wouldn't communicate with her too much. Sometimes he might say a few words to Xiaozhi — but that was only because he was annoyed by Xiaozhi's pestering.
Mark didn't say how long he would stay, and San Er didn't take the initiative to ask him how long he would stay … It seemed that this topic didn't exist, or everyone deliberately avoided this topic.
San Er continued to work.
That day, Zhang Kun came and left after seeing Mark. The next day, he came again to make trouble. At that time, Mark didn't show up. He didn't even leave the small room where he lived — It was the neighbors who helped San Er.
But that night, it was said that Zhang Kun was drunk or something. He fell into a pit and broke his hands and feet … Now he was still lying in bed in the Colonel Hospital. He couldn't get out of bed for at least one or two months.
Sometimes, San Er would wonder … Did Zhang Kun really meet with an accident? And that night, Mark didn't seem to go out of the room.
But she still didn't know.
She only knew that there was one more man in her tofu shop — It had nothing to do with her. It was just an accidental arrangement that made her pull him out of the river.
The man claimed that he lost his memory.
Then he said that his name was Mark, and he lived here temporarily.
Steam curled up. San Er picked up a thin piece of shaped tofu skin, and then hung it up to dry. When it was cold, it would become tofu.
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…
Cheng Yiran was busy all day as usual … Of course, there was progress. After all, he enjoyed so many resources.
Cheng Yiran could feel that the company seemed to pay more attention to him — because Cheng Yiran obviously spent more time on him these two days, and he was so polite that Cheng Yiran was surprised.
But he still remembered that night when he saw Mr. Zhong in K&C … and the last sentence that Mr. Zhong said.
After a day of classes, Cheng Yiran was a little tired. When he went back to the resting place, he found that Li Zifeng seemed to have been here for a while and was reading a magazine.
This person was always able to arrange the things he needed very well.
"Oh, you're back." Li Zifeng hurriedly put down the magazine and smiled, "How do you feel today?"
"Not bad." Cheng Yiran who had just sat down was tired. His head knocked on the sofa, and he looked at the ceiling absent-mindedly.
Li Zifeng laughed, "Come on, let me tell you a good news. The time of your debut show has been fixed. It's a primetime program, and you have time to sing a song and interact with the host! "
"That's really good news." Cheng Yiran recovered some spirit and nodded.
Li Zifeng said, "Work hard, I'm waiting for your first victory!"
Cheng Yiran was full of confidence.
But Li Zifeng suddenly said, "Yiran, I went to see Hong Guan yesterday."
"Really …" Cheng Yiran nodded, "What did he say?"
"He …" Li Zifeng paused and shook his head, "He refused me and didn't want the job in the TV station."
"Why?" Cheng Yiran was stunned, "Isn't it … good?"
Li Zifeng smiled bitterly, "It is good, but he said something to me … Yiran, tell me honestly, are you hiding something from the company?"
Cheng Yiran was stunned, and subconsciously thought of the guitar … Did he find out something? Cheng Yiran couldn't help but recall the performance in front of the big boss.
That night, although he conquered all the guests, he didn't see anything strange about the big boss, Mr. Zhong. The boss didn't seem to be affected by the guitar, and finally said something to him that he didn't understand.
So far, Cheng Yiran always felt that the words had other meanings, which made him vaguely uneasy.
Cheng Yiran couldn't hide the uneasiness in his heart at this time, so he showed it in front of Li Zifeng, "I don't know what you want to say."
Li Zifeng took a deep breath, "Yiran, Hong Guan told me something … When you were drifting in Beijing."
"Hong Guan …" Cheng Yiran was stunned, and subconsciously said, "Could it be …"
It turned out not to be about the guitar … But if it was about the thing when they were drifting in Beijing, then …
Li Zifeng nodded, "Yes, he told me that you had done something wrong, and that you had stayed in the detention center for a few months …"
"He actually told you! He … "Cheng Yiran suddenly interrupted Li Zifeng," He actually … actually did this! Why?! "
There was a trace of anger on Cheng Yiran's face.
He didn't want to think about the past, and they had promised not to mention it, but this promise … was broken like this!
Hong Guan, Hong Guan … Just because I had the chance to realize my dream, you became like this, ignoring the previous promise?
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