From late autumn to late autumn, the air is crisp and clear.I made a cup of tea and lay in the sun in the chair outside the store.
"Bocai Yaji", the four gold-plated thin gold characters on the sign above my head are extremely decadent by the sun.To be honest, the name doesn't sound like the name of an antique shop, it's more like a bookstore or something.Also because of this name, people who come to my shop jokingly call it Lai Ganji.
These four characters are the name of the store that Yi Shanyang gave me.
Yi Shanyang and I are in the same company, about the same age as me. I met him by playing the snare drum a few years ago, and we got along very well. Later, I opened a business in Panjiayuan in the capital. He wrote the four characters of my shop name for me. .His real name is Yi Fengqing.Because the pre-school old Qing Yi had a goatee on his chin, and his speech was soft. The most important thing was the color of his pupils, not the black of Asians, but a little golden like the eyes of a goat. His eyes are very poisonous. Fake and fake products can't escape his goat eyes. We all say that he is the reincarnation of the goat spirit, so the people in the industry gave him this nickname, which is very appropriate.
I'm just waiting for him now. We haven't contacted each other for a few months, but he suddenly called me two hours ago.
"Old Yu, I heard that something good is coming out of Minwangtai?" His voice was still soft, "Didn't you go and see it?"
"There is nothing in Minwangtai," I said, "Besides, the news has spread to the capital. Even if there are good things, it will not be our turn. The people in the courtyard are so friendly." and?"
"I'll bring you something to open your eyes, and it's not too late for you to say this." He smiled slyly on the other end of the phone, "I'll buy the plane ticket now, and you will arrange wine for the young master in the evening, and wait for the young master to come to eat I heard that you have Jumeizhai, which serves authentic Shandong cuisine."
"What object?" Before I could finish asking, there was a beeping sound of hanging up on the other end of the phone.Min Wangtai, hehe.I shook my head helplessly.In the past few days, I have heard a little bit, some people are arguing that something good has happened over there.I'm not interested, and I'm too lazy to inquire.
It took less than two hours to fly from the capital to the small town where I live.
Before the sun had fully set, I saw a wretched man with a goatee and a shiny back comb standing at the door of my store, winking at me and smiling sinisterly. A large, battered package of yellow canvas.
I pulled my face and walked up to him, squinting at his wrinkled Armani.This person has a great characteristic. He only wears famous brands in his clothes, but he never wears famous brands as famous brands.
His brand of goods cost tens of thousands of dollars from head to toe, but his body is always wrinkled, dirty everywhere, and there are some unknown stains.It's not easy. There are many people in this world who can wear street clothes as Armani, but the only one who can wear Armani with the effect of street clothes is probably the man in front of me.
"Hey, Master Yu, don't just stand there stupidly, quickly get some water for the little master." The voice was as ugly as always, but it was mixed with some kind of inexplicable intimacy.
I handed him a broken thermos cup that had already been dropped in my hand: "Hey, the Pu'er I received a few days ago." He took it and didn't think it was too hot. At the end of the tea leaves, he curled his lips and said: "As expected of the surname Tie, you must have drunk 500 cups of Pu'er. This is plain boiled water..."
I said, "It doesn't have to be all white water. I've gotten angry for a while, and there's a lot of phlegm in my throat..."
He sprayed the water in his mouth all over my head and face with a "poof", and cursed: "Your uncle, old fish!" Then he threw the thermos in his hand towards me, and I quickly turned sideways to hide , found a towel to wipe his face, and watched him pretend to retch.
"Don't pretend to be hygienic with me, look at you. What does it smell like on you? Is it rotten?" I grabbed his Armani by the front and smelled the smell of shrimp paste on his body. "You don't know how to tidy up the small road when you go out. It's a shame to let this behavior out."
"She doesn't know that I'm here." He straightened up, wiped his mouth, and stroked the goatee on his chin, "This time, you have to palm this object for me, little master. But I was really caught blind."
Hearing what he said, I laughed and said, "What can make you goat blind? What's the use of looking for me if you're blind? Your reputation in Beijing is not weaker than those old guys in the courtyard."
"It's not about this." He waved his hand mysteriously, and put the canvas bag in his hand on my counter, then turned his head and closed the door.It was just dark at this time of day, and there were no traces of people on the street.He closed the door with a "squeak", and also turned off the faint twilight that came through the door.
I turned on the light and watched him open the yellow canvas bag with a mysterious expression, revealing a black box inside.He pressed the box, with a strange expression on his face, smiled at me, and said, "Young Master, you have to tell me in advance, the things inside are a bit evil!"
The box was a very ordinary hardwood box, and it was covered with black and greasy stains, the texture of which could not be seen for a long time.I looked up at Ishan Yang, his pale gold eyes and secretive smile made people feel chills under the light.
I slapped the back of his head and scolded: "Can you stop laughing like that?" He covered the back of his head and gave me a blank look, and continued: "Old fish, I just said, this box is opened, you may be a little Little trouble, I have been buddies for more than ten years, and the little master doesn't want to cheat you."
Seeing what he said so honestly, I vaguely felt that something was wrong. The little trouble that this famous goat master in the capital city was talking about was probably a big mess.
"Then I won't read it." I gestured to put the box back into the canvas bag.
"Don't, don't... Master Yu." He held my hand flatteringly, "You palm your eye."
With a "squeak", he opened the box that he thought was a little troublesome.
With the opening of the box, the sound of the box opening is like a night owl hidden inside, and the temperature in the store seems to have suddenly cooled down in this late autumn evening.
I shivered involuntarily, and tightened my clothes. Yishanyang looked at me meaningfully, then he pursed his lips at the box, and I followed his gaze to look at the box.
There is something in the box, which is a clay pot, covered with thick thorns radiating like horns.I counted sixteen horns.Overgrown the whole clay pot.The mouth of the jar was a little cracked, but it was sealed with yellow glue in the middle. Several mottled patterns were engraved on the yellow glue, because the light was not very good, so it was hard to see clearly.
Under the dim light, the earthenware pot was emitting a slight chill, which made me shiver uncontrollably.
"Is this a barn jar?" I glanced at Ishanyang and asked hesitantly, "Why are you taking this?"
I want to reach out to touch this thing, but when I reach out to it, I feel a little nervous.
He was right that such things were generally evil.Although I have seen many kinds of such objects, I have never had one that gave me such a feeling.When I went to the countryside to play the snare drum in the early years, people often brought out such things for sale, but I never touched them.
Although most of the antiques are regarded as ghost objects, especially bronzes, pottery, and some porcelains, basically everything unearthed is counted, but there is nothing more evil than this kind of barn jar.
This thing is also called a soul bottle or a barn in some places. That is after the Eastern Han Dynasty.At that time, after a person died, such utensils would be buried in the grave together with the coffin, and the jars contained some whole grains.
It is called the Wulian jar because it is shaped like a large jar in the middle, and four small jars are stacked at equal distances on its shoulders. When it developed into the Three Kingdoms period, some pavilions and pavilions were added and molded on it. , livestock food and the like.
If I encounter this thing, I will usually persuade my family to bury it again.Because this kind of thing is basically rough in workmanship, and it is not beautiful, but it has been in the field for a long time, and it will be regarded as a rare treasure.
This thing in front of me is very different from other barn jars in appearance, perhaps because of changes in regions and customs, it has also undergone corresponding changes.Still, even on a hunch, I can tell it's a barn jar, because nothing else feels so sinister.Except for historical and folk museums, no one in the antique world is interested in collecting such things.Because it's a dead-person thing that couldn't be more pure.You can't put this thing on the table as a vase, right?
"I didn't want to take this thing at first." Ishanyang took out a pair of light yellow gloves from his crumpled pocket and put them on his hands, and stretched out his hand to take out the clay pot and put it on the cabinet.Judging from the strength with which he picked it up, it was obviously not light, and it might not be hollow, but there seemed to be something inside.
"But do you know where this thing came from?" He was fiddling with the pot in his hand, with strange eyes, "Min Wangtai."
"Impossible!" I firmly denied his statement.Because Minwang Terrace is not a mausoleum, but a Dianjiangtai built by King Qi Min, the last king of Qi State, in a small town called Rizhao on the Yellow Sea, which was also called Ju State during the Warring States Period.King Qi Min was the one who scared away Mr. Nan Guo in the elementary school textbooks.It is really impossible to say that this kind of dark weapon can be produced in Min Wangtai.
That place is still there now, but it was renamed Mingwangtai a long time ago. Although it was called so, after more than two thousand years, the platform there has long since disappeared. There are only two villages called Mingwangtai, Nanming Wangtai and Mingwangtai. Beiming Watchtower.But the real tomb of King Min is in the east of the city where I stayed, in a place called Siwang Tomb in Linzi.Tian Qi's Wei, Xuan, Min (polyphonic characters, sound the same as Min), and Xiang are lined up side by side to form four hill-like mausoleums.As early as the 1970s and 1980s, the Tomb of the Four Kings had been excavated, and the Qi State History Museum had been established in the local area to collect the things excavated from the Tomb of the Four Kings.
Furthermore, even if King Min Terrace is really a mausoleum, it is also a tomb of the Warring States period, and there will definitely not be such objects in the tombs of the Warring States period.It must be carefully traced back that things like the soul bottle were only used in the Eastern Jin Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms period.Moreover, the poorly fired pot in front of you is basically not used in the royal tomb.
"Others don't know, don't you know what's going on at Minwangtai? It's impossible to have such things in Minwangtai. It's a bit reliable to say that it was unearthed near Minwangtai. Then I went to see it before, and there are a few tombs from the Northern and Southern Dynasties." I said with certainty.
"I didn't believe it at first, but did you see it? Look at the words on it." He didn't answer my question, but pointed to the pictographs of birds and animals and continued, "The words on it, I I looked it up, and the strange thing is, I can't even find these words in the dictionary in the courtyard."
"Couldn't it have been faked and scribbled, right?" I looked down at the color of the soil on it with a magnifying glass, and suddenly found that there were some dark red spots mixed with the soil in this jar.
I reached out to touch it, but Ishanyang grabbed it.He took off a glove and asked me to put it on, and scolded: "You said something wicked, and you still touch it directly."
I put on gloves and touched the black and red spots, and smelled them, but there was no peculiar smell.Nowadays, some fakes mostly use acidic substances to corrode the color, so if it is fake, there should be some unique pungent smell, and a knowledgeable person will know it when he smells it.
"It's not graffiti, I've tested it with the equipment in the yard, and it's definitely something from the Warring States Period." Yi Shanyang glanced at me, and continued with some hesitation, "So, this thing is not a barn at all. Jar! At least it’s not for dead people’s meals.”
"Then what is this thing for?" I wondered, "There is blood on it, could it be that the zongzi is used to make blood tofu?"
I suddenly felt a squeak in the jar, as if something scratched it.
I was so startled, I quickly stepped back, pointed at the jar and cursed, "Fuck, what's in it?"
"I don't know!" He walked up to me with his mouth curled up, skillfully took out fireworks from my pocket, lit two of them, and stuffed one of them into my mouth.The strong and spicy taste of the locally produced Bai Jiang calmed me down instantly, and I stared at the box in a daze.
"That's why I came to you." He blew out a smoke ring, and added in a lonely voice, "The little master is about to be driven into a schizophrenia by this thing."
"I think you'll kill me sooner or later." I glanced at him and cursed.
"Papa..." The sudden knock on the door held back my words, because it was already dark outside, and the lights were on in the room so I couldn't see anyone coming from outside.I didn't dare to speak, there shouldn't be any guests coming at this time.
"Xiaoyu, are you in there?" Aunt Zhang, who sells cigarettes at the door, pushed half her head in and saw Yi Shanyang there, so she smiled and said, "Hey, do you have a friend here?"
"Yes, yes." I saw that it was she who breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried over, "What's the matter, auntie?"
"Help me carry the cigarette stall in, and let it stay overnight in your store. Tonight, my wife went to drink somewhere, and didn't come to collect the stall with me." Then she looked at me beggingly .
"Okay, I didn't say anything." I agreed casually, and took Yi Shanyang out to help her clean up the cigarette stand.
Aunt Zhang took out a box of white generals from under the stall again, threw it to me, and said with a bit of pain, "Little fish, take it to smoke!"
I caught it, picked up half a pack of cigarettes left in the pack, and said with a smile, "Oh, auntie, what are you doing? I can still smoke your pack of cigarettes covetously?"
"Hold the smoke, hold the smoke..." She wrapped her head tightly with a scarf, and said, "I have to go home and cook for the children."
She muttered something that made me cold and dressed, and that young people should keep up with the times and learn computers quickly. I promised to send her out of the door and watched her go away on an electric bike. He went back to the store and closed the door again.
After being made such a fuss by her, I have the sense of reality of returning to the world.
I went behind the counter, opened the safe in the store, and waved to Yi Goat: "Put it away quickly, if this thing is seen by others, it will be another disaster!"
Ishanyang carefully repacked the box with yellow canvas and stuffed it into the safe. I closed the safe door and twisted a few combination locks hard.
Seeing how careful I was, Yi Shanyang smiled and said, "Master Tie has not changed much in other places these years, but he has become less and less courageous. Look at you like a bird, it can still come out and eat you up." what?"
I glanced at him angrily and ignored him, still feeling a little uncomfortable.
We stared at each other and smoked for a long while before I recovered slowly.I took my coat from behind the counter and put it on, and said to him, "Forget it, put other things aside, whatever it is. Don't you name Jumeizhai? You know how to eat, Jumei." Meizhai cuisine is even more authentic than Yanxitang." I buttoned up my coat, took out two helmets from behind the counter, and threw one to Yi Shanyang, "Put it on."
Grinning his teeth, he caught the helmet I threw and said in surprise, "Why are you wearing this?"
I said, "You'll find out soon."
When he climbed out of my sidecar motorcycle, he was too cold to speak.
"Grandson, you can do it!" After a long while, he blew his nose, his face was black, and he pointed at my N hand and cursed, "If I knew that I would sit here, the little master would not come to eat this meal if he died of starvation. Already!"
"Hypocritical!" I said to him while twisting the accelerator without turning off the engine, "You just wait here, I'll stop."
I parked the sidecar in the Audi-Benz pile in the Jumeizhai parking lot and turned off the engine.Several security guards in the parking lot saw my sidecar and greeted me: "Master Yu, come to eat?"
"Are you busy?" I took out the half pack of white generals that Aunt Zhang gave me from my pocket and threw it over, "Bring a friend for dinner!"
The security guard who took the lead caught the cigarettes I threw and gave them some loose, and said: "Master Yu, you are not here, our lady boss has been talking about you all the time."
"Are you talking about me? Are you talking about the bills I paid?" I put the key on my hand and waved to them, "Brothers, help me to look at it."
"Don't worry about it, my brother and I just eat this bowl of rice. Besides, there is only one car in the whole city of your precious car. When it runs, half the city will emit black smoke. Its positioning is better than satellite positioning. Who the hell dares to steal it? ?”
I gave them a middle finger and walked towards the entrance of Jumeizhai.When I got to the door, I didn’t see Yi Goat. I searched around and saw no one, so I asked the waiter at the door, “Where’s the guy who just came with me?”
The doorman wearing white gloves curled his lips and pointed in. I followed his white gloves and looked inside, and found that the master was lying on his back at the front desk of Jumeizhai, talking to the waitress inside.
I went behind him, and the girl saw me and tried to stand up, but I shushed her, and she sat down blushing again.
"A beautiful girl like you, if you want to leave the capital, just walk along Wangfujing Main Street, she will definitely be poached by scouts." Yi Shanyang didn't know that I stood behind him, still spitting and spitting, The low-browed man smiled and said, "Unfortunately, I happen to know Lao Mouzi. Would you like to introduce him to me? Then take a photo of blue sorghum and green sorghum. I'm sure you'll be very popular..."
The girl pinched her nose and looked at him like a liar.The whole hall is full of his goat-screaming Beijing movies, and I am getting more and more confused. I am afraid that if he continues talking, the girl will call the police, so I quickly pull him up and go to the box I reserved.I booked the room shortly after he called me in the afternoon. Although the size is not very large, it seems a bit spacious for two people to sit in it.After exchanging a few pleasantries, the food and wine were served.The dishes are Jumeizhai’s specialty roasted sea cucumbers with green onions, braised prawns in oil, dry-pot soft-shelled turtles and fried kidneys in sauce. The wine is from the local Wuhe old brewery.Because I was shocked by the jar just now, but now I am looking at the Igoat who is holding the prawns and chewing wildly, but I have no appetite at all.
"I said, why did Xiaolu blindly follow a guy like you?" I picked out a chopstick of pork belly, stuffed it into my mouth, and wiped the corners of my mouth with the napkin on the table.
"Pfft?" Yi Shanyang spat out the remaining shrimp shells from chewing on the table, and the waitress wearing a cheongsam hurried over and cleaned up the hills of shrimp shells and crab skins piled up in front of him with a smile.
"Little rabbit, don't worry about him." I said to my cheongsam sister who was cleaning up the garbage for Yi Goat. "In the future, if this person comes to the store, he will be blasted out with a stick, so as not to dirty such a good place."
Because I am a frequent visitor here, the people here are very familiar with me from top to bottom.This little rabbit has some background.She is actually the younger sister of the proprietress here, a student of a certain university in this city, and because I am engaged in antiques, she often shows me some gadgets, and she is very familiar with me.
As long as her school is not in session, she will come to Jumeizhai to help her sister and mix some pocket money by the way, which can be considered a work-study program, which is quite admirable.
"Hey..." Xiaotu smiled at me, "Our small shop can't even invite people brought by Master Tie, so why are you willing to rush out? Although this gentleman looks a bit unruly, he is a real man of temperament , although we juniors are young, we don't judge people by their appearance like this."
"Haha, this little girl's words make my old goat feel comfortable." Igoat laughed loudly, took a big piece off his finger, wiped the oil stains on his Armani vigorously, and then threw it on the plate in Xiaotu's hand Li, "This little gadget is a meeting gift."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yi, our store does not allow customers to take tips or gifts." Xiaotu pouted and returned the big ring to the nouveau riche Yishanyang with a vigilant face.Judging from her expression, she probably took the sloppy old goat in front of her as a charlatan who used fake products to deceive the little girl.
"Hahaha..." I finally couldn't help laughing out loud, pointing at the Yishan goat who was chewing on the prawns with my chopsticks, and cursed, "Don't do this here, you think this is your capital those places?"
"But Xiaotu, you don't want to take things from Mr. Yi for nothing." I put down my chopsticks, turned my head and smiled at the wary little beauty, "Although he looks like an old liar, this thing is really bad." It's not fake. Since he gave you as a gift, it is also a fate with you. You don't have to feel that you owe him anything. Just treat it as an elder who gave you a plaything, and you can take it. If you feel sorry, give us more Just add a dish."
"That's right, girl, don't worry, I haven't taken back the things I Laoyang sent out. You don't have to take it to heart, this little thing is just a plaything for the younger generation." Yi Goat wiped Wiping his mouth, he echoed, "It's not all because of what you said just now that our father and I hit it off." While speaking, he threw the ring over again.
"So, thank you Uncle Yi." Xiaotu heard me say this, although he was a little dubious, he still took the ring in his hand generously, and called uncle in passing.I couldn't help laughing to myself when I saw this, this little girl is really tall.With just this Uncle Yi, he chose himself out.Even if Yi Shanyang really had some ideas, it should have been cut off because of the uncle.Speaking of which, Yi Shanyang is not that old, he looks thirty-one-two, three or four years older than me.Because of a goatee on his chin, greasy hair, and a slovenly appearance, he looks a lot older, but it is a bit reluctant to be an uncle of eighteen or nineteen-year-old Xiaotu.
"That's right." Yi Shanyang laughed and picked up the wine glass and said, "Okay, today I, Lao Yang, will take care of you and recognize you as a niece." Then he raised his head and drank the white wine in the glass. , He greeted Xiaotu again, "Give it to Shuman..."
Xiaotu poured wine for him with a smile. Although he was still a little wary, his expression was much more intimate, and it wasn't the signature smile just now.
"Old Yu, you'll be a lonely man until you die." Yi Shanyang grinned at me with a glass of wine, "The little master not only married a good wife, but this time he just entered Shandong and got such a beautiful woman Nephew, are you envious of coming?"
"Girl, come here," he said, standing up and pulling a chair, "sit down and eat together..."
"Uncle Yi, this is against the rules." Xiaotu hurriedly waved his hands, "It's enough for this junior to serve you two here."
"Okay..." I hurriedly waved my hand to stop Yi Shanyang from continuing to mess around, "Don't make things difficult for other people's children. Xiaotu, you can go about your business. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Let's talk about it for a while, and we can do it ourselves. "
With a look of amnesty on his face, Xiaotu secretly stuck out his tongue at me, made a face, and hurriedly said: "Alright, Master Tie, please accompany me, Uncle Yi, and I will go down first. Call me if you have anything to do." " After saying that, he hurriedly opened the door and left the private room.
"Hehe, I haven't seen you for a few days, Lord Yang is even more generous." I raised my cup and touched him, "Even the random rewards are real gold and silver."
"Cheers, cheers, cheers..." He spat out the shrimp shells in his mouth, and said with a sore face, "Gold is something outside of the body, wealth and wealth are floating clouds." He raised his glass and drank it down again.
I smiled and shook my head, Xiaotu definitely wouldn't take the big ring he gave me seriously.Like this one, you can buy a bunch of fake ones at roadside stalls for five yuan.After all, no one would give away such a big golden pot like the one in front of me.
"Yes, yes, your little grandfather lives a chic life. He doesn't seek to understand everything, but to be free and easy."
I picked up a chopstick of sea cucumber and chewed it in my mouth. The crunchy texture of the sea cucumber made me feel better, "Why don't you have any decent bits and pieces on you, Mr. Yang, and I will give you a few more small ones." chant?"
"My stuff can still fall into the eyes of your young master Tie family? Are you still short of these little things? You guys surnamed Tie are really just picking up rags. Is there anything you don't want in this world?" Xu Since he was full, he burped, wiped his mouth nonchalantly, took a white ginger that he found in my pocket, sucked it hard, and then comfortably sprayed it through his nostrils. Two pillars of smoke came out, and then gave me a blank look.
"I'm here this time, in fact, to live to understand." His expression suddenly became a little lonely.Looking at his thin face looming in the smoke, I was in a daze for a while.Listening closely, he said again, "You should know a little bit about how my old man died."
My heart skipped a beat, and I suddenly understood why he was willing to accept such an unlucky thing.Calculated, Yi Shanyang's father should be the first batch of archaeologists recruited by the state after the founding of New China.It's a pretty legendary story now.Yi Shanyang's ancestors all ate handicrafts. To put it bluntly, they made a living by robbing tombs.When it came to his father's generation, he was recruited by the country, and he sold all his skills to the country. He joined a certain archaeological team and went to various places to excavate cultural relics. After many years, he might not be able to go home.Until one year, someone suddenly sent a message to Yi's house, saying that the old man had died in a certain archaeological activity, and there was no body left.You can't see people when you are born, and you can't see corpses when you die.Within a few years, Yi Shanyang's mother died because of this depression.Yi Shanyang was left alone and struggled with a girl in this world.The family situation has improved a lot in these years, and he has made a lot of money dealing in antiques.I don't know the details of what happened to his father back then. I only know that when his accident happened, it was a Warring States tomb that was excavated.Because it involves some secrets, I am afraid that even Yi Goat himself will not know too much.
In the past few years, I often went to the countryside with him to play the bongos, and found that he was not very interested in porcelain and jewelry. He was only interested in bronze wares and some gadgets from the Warring States Period.So we play the snare drum together without any conflict.Later, I vaguely felt that his interest in Warring States Equipment was not so simple.
"Did that thing really come out of Minwangtai?" My eyebrows twitched suddenly, and I felt that things were developing in an unexpected direction.I looked at him a little uncertainly.
"That's right!" He blew out a smoke ring and nodded at me, "Even if it's not in Minwangtai, it still has something to do with it." He reached out and took out another cloth bag from his pocket, and put it on his body. Compared with my clothes, although this cloth bag is a bit old, it looks clean.The cloth bag was wrapped squarely in blue satin, and I don't know what it contained.
"This is something I stole from the yard." He moved the chair towards me vigorously with his buttocks, handed me the cloth bag, and I quickly wiped my hands and took it.Open it carefully, and inside is a diary with a kraft paper cover.The personal name was signed in correct lowercase letters, and there were three big characters—Yi Xiaosheng.
"Is this the old man's diary?" I looked at the notebook in surprise.Yi Shanyang nodded, continued to smoke, and looked at me fumbling with my notebook.
Yi Xiaosheng is Yi Shanyang's father, the one who excavated countless ancient tombs for the country, but no one was born or dead.I only heard his experience mentioned occasionally by some old guys in the industry, which generally means: this person has real skills, and there are some legendary stories about moving mountains and mountains.If it weren't for the fact that he was the father of Egoat, I would have listened to those stories as stories.
Today I actually saw his own diary, and I couldn't help but feel excited. The diary of the legendary archaeologists is a very precious wealth of experience for those of us in the industry.
I carefully opened this 32-carat old notebook. The paper inside had turned slightly yellow, and the words written by the old-fashioned pen on it had also changed color. It was indeed something from 20 or 30 years ago.
I opened the title page, and there was a line written on it - "87201 Archaeological Team Memorial".It seems that this number is the number of the archaeological team that Mr. Yi joined back then.I roughly flipped through it, and there were more trivial things in their archaeological process, and suddenly a diary caught my attention.
"1985.7.21 Qingliye"
〖Today, Comrade Li from the Liye Cultural Bureau sent a jar.The mouth is sealed with mud, but there is no cover. There are sixteen thick thorns on the body, and there are gold inscriptions on birds and animals on the sealant.After identification and discussion, we denied that it was a barn jar, and also denied that it was something from an ancient well.Did the exorcist not lie? 〗
The little bit of the question mark at the back was so heavy that it poked a small hole in the paper.It can be seen that the doubts in the old man's heart were also great.
When I saw this, I took a deep breath, not only because the description of the pot mentioned in this diary was exactly the same as the pot mentioned by Yi Shanyang, but also obviously, this was the diary written by the old man in the ancient city of Liye in Xiangxi , It seems to say that there is some connection with the mortician, which reminds me of a past event.
Originally, that incident had always been a lump in my heart, but today I fully understand that what happened that year is inextricably linked to what was mentioned in the diary.
A few years ago, Yi Shanyang and I went to Xiangxi to collect antiques.Most of the villages in Xiangxi are built on the mountains, and they are all far away from each other. Some villages are even separated by mountains.That time it happened to be too late for our journey, so we stayed overnight in a ruined temple in the mountains.In the middle of the night, I was falling asleep when I heard someone beating a gong outside. When I woke up, I found that the Ishan goat that was sleeping next to me was gone.I touched his sleeping bag, which was still warm, and knew that he hadn't gone far, but the sound of the gong outside became more and more real.
I turned on the lamp and went out, took a look, only to find him crouching behind a mound outside the temple, looking out furtively.As soon as I was about to call him, I saw him turn his head and "shush" at me, which meant to tell me not to make any noise.I was a little surprised, but I still quietly leaned over to lie next to him, and then followed his gaze, I couldn't help but shivered, and I didn't feel sleepy at all.
On the road tens of meters away from the ruined temple, a group of people came slowly.A small man in front of his head was holding a white leather lantern in one hand and a rattle in the other hand, making cold and evil jingling sounds continuously. Behind him were seven human figures neatly followed, the last one It was vaguely like holding a gong.Through the moonlight, I discovered to my horror that, except for the person who rang the bell first and the person who rang the gong last, the six people in the moment were all jumping and walking.
"Damn it, is this a dead body?" I touched Yi Shanyang lightly and said in surprise.Yishanyang didn't speak, and pointed back at the ruined temple where we camped.I suddenly understood that our camp is actually not just a ruined temple, but also a zombie hotel for morticians to rest!
People in our line of work mostly touch and play with dead people’s things all day long, but I’m born to be afraid of dead people, afraid of lifeless people of the same kind, the cold and dead breath always makes me dare not face it, Not to mention seeing corpses lined up and jumping tens of meters away from me, even if I saw one that couldn't move, I would turn my head and run away.It's not that I haven't heard of expelling corpses before, I didn't expect to be lucky, but I met here today.
Chasing corpses in Xiangxi should be regarded as one of the most mysterious things in the world.Except for the morticians passed on by word of mouth, the world will never be able to understand the inner mystery of making the dead stand up and walk, passing through thousands of mountains and rivers and returning their souls to their hometowns.Ordinarily, this should be regarded as a matter of immeasurable merit, but it can make a dead body walk, no matter how you look at it, it will make others feel scared.
The mortician artisans obviously knew that their profession was not liked by others, so they set up the item of singing gongs without morals.As soon as the dementor bell rings, the residents along the road who hear this special sound will know that the corpse chaser is coming, and each household should not come out, so as not to run into the dead; moreover, each household should take good care of their own cats, dogs, and livestock, so as not to Damaged the body.
Seeing the corpse-hunting team getting closer and closer to us, I couldn't help but lose my mind and asked him what to do in a low voice.
"Cold salad!" He kept staring at the approaching corpse-hunting team, and actually patted me excitedly.
"Go, go back." He stood up from behind the mound with a bent waist, but my legs were a little weak, and I didn't stand up after standing for a while.He stretched out his hand to me, and said jokingly: "Young master of the Tie family, you were scared to pee by a few dead people today?"
I angrily knocked off his outstretched hand, and cursed under my throat: "Your uncle, I have been lying on the ground for a long time, and my legs are a little numb." I stood up slowly with my weak legs, I followed him back to the temple.
This small temple on the barren mountain is very spacious. Our camp is in a wing next to the main hall, and there is a door connected to the main hall.因为大殿空旷，门窗也早已破损，这夜里的山风伤人，所以我们特地选择了背风的位置扎营。
回到庙里，我关掉手灯，坐在睡袋上，听着外面锣声铃声愈来愈近，甚至连僵尸在路面上“噗噗”的跳动声也渐渐清晰起来。
我绷着神经，紧张得冷汗直流。可伊山羊一回来就钻进睡袋继续呼呼大睡，仿佛刚才什么事儿都没发生。我狠狠地踢了他一脚，压着嗓子骂道：“你还能睡得着？”
他翻了个身，将屁股对准我，“噗”地放了一个响屁。
我是真恼了，又朝他狠狠踢了一脚，然后摸出藏在背包里面的猎刀，站起身来，提着猎刀贴在门后，从破烂的窗格子里往外看。那队赶尸队果然是朝我们宿营的这个破庙走来，飘忽不定的白灯夹杂着诡异的铃声、铜锣声，就跟拍鬼片儿一样。
人真是一种很奇怪的动物，有时越是让自己害怕的东西便越忍不住想去搞个究竟。门外的锣声、铃声越来越近，掺杂着尸体整齐的“咄咄”跳动。被冷汗湿透的内衣紧贴在我身上，凉飕飕的，更让我有些窒息。我握紧猎刀提到胸口的位置，屏住呼吸，一眨不眨地盯着那支队伍径直走来。忽然，我听到脑后一阵风声，紧接着便觉得“轰”的一声，眼前一黑，就失去了知觉。
第二天早上醒来时，我却发现自己好好地躺在睡袋里面。我晃了晃昏昏沉沉的脑袋，好一阵才回过神来，忽然想起昨晚发生的事，赶忙朝旁边看去。
果然，伊山羊的睡袋是瘪的，并没有人睡在里面。我迅速从睡袋里钻出来，习惯性地把手伸到行李中放猎刀的地方。还好，猎刀还在。我穿好衣服，抽出猎刀，小心翼翼地移到厢房门前，定神从窗格里往外瞧去。
这时候天已经大亮，湘西山间的清晨美丽异常。一些不知名的鸟雀在林间树头轻轻地跳跃鸣唱。初升的朝阳温柔地洒在被露水打湿的野花上，又袅袅升起让人觉得恍惚的白烟。
我转身走出厢房，到了大殿，依然没有看到有人。
我四处看了一下，没有发现伊山羊的身影。Nothing will happen, will it?我返回厢房，摸了摸他的睡袋，是凉的，估摸着他出去了起码一两个小时。抬起手腕看了一下时间，七点四十五分。也就是说，伊山羊起码在六点之前就已经出去了。
我又翻了一下他的行李，发现原本藏在他包里的那把锯短的五连发猎枪也不见了，心中不禁大疑，他拿枪出去做什么？
我努力地想回忆起昨晚发生的一切，感觉是如此的真实，根本不可能是一个梦。这时，我下意识地摸了摸后脑勺，隐隐有些发疼。昨晚肯定是有人把我给打昏了，除了伊山羊自然不会再有旁人。正在胡思乱想间，门外忽然传来了一阵脚步声，听着像是朝我这边走来，我警惕地提起猎刀，闪身躲到门后。
“哐当”一声，厢房的破木门被人一脚踢开。来人口里“咦”了一声，走进来，四处张望着。我从他身后冲出，左手胳膊狠狠夹住他的脑袋，右手迅速将猎刀横在了他的脖子下面。
“是我！”来人立刻举起双手，赶忙喊道，“老鱼，别，是我，是我……”
是伊山羊，他晃了晃手中的野鸡跟猎枪，用他羊叫一般的京片子闷声闷气地叫道：“老鱼，你丫疯了？小太爷辛辛苦苦起个大清早去给你搞早饭，你丫就是这么报答小太爷的？”
我听清楚真是他，便伸手夺了他手里的枪，抬脚将他踹倒在地。他“哎哟”一声趴在地上，手里抓的猎物散落一地。他翻过身骂道：“妈个比的，小太爷闯荡江湖这么些年，没死在妖魔鬼怪手里，难道要让你丫给我报销了？！”
我没答话，用手里的猎枪指着他的脑袋，警惕地看着他。
他从地上爬起来，揉揉自己被踹的腰，龇牙咧嘴地喊疼。
“你到底是谁？”我咬牙问他。
“报告鱼爷！本人伊风清，性别男，民族汉，祖籍北京城，年方29岁，至今未婚，职业是四九城顽主，人送绰号山羊小太爷！”他怪模怪样给我敬了一个军礼大声说道，又把一张贱兮兮的脸凑到我跟前，补了一句，“还是铁鱼那孙子的生死至交、拜把子兄弟！”
“我是你拜把子大爷！”看着他一脸痞样，我更是气不打一处来，将枪管顶住他的头，“说，到底怎么回事儿？昨晚那群赶尸的呢？”
“什么怎么回事儿？什么赶尸的？”他忽闪忽闪自己淡金色的山羊眼，装出一副无辜的样子来，“青天白日的哪来赶尸的？你丫是不是发烧了？”
要不是我的后脑勺还隐隐作痛，我几乎都要被他骗过去。我用枪管指着他咬牙骂道：“别他妈当老子是傻逼，你做了什么你自己清楚。”
他听我这么说，知道再瞒不过，便嘿嘿朝我笑，颌下的山羊胡子随着他的笑声抖了几下：“嘿，我还怕昨晚劲儿大了把你打傻了，看来现在没事儿。”他弯下腰边去捡打回来的那几只野鸡，满不在乎地给了我个后脑勺，边说：“行了行了，别装了，那枪里又没子弹！”
他这个明显不把我当回事儿的举动彻底把我惹火了。我把枪扔到一边，走过去一把将他从地上揪起来，将猎刀重新架到他的脖子上。BUCK猎刀吹毛断发，上面的碳元素发出冰冷的暗光，映得他的脸色有点发青。
“说！”我手上又加了把劲儿，锋利的刀锋激起他脖子上的一层鸡皮疙瘩。
“哎哎哎，鱼爷鱼爷，我说我说，别老他妈舞刀弄枪的，有话好好说成吗？”伊山羊撇着嘴骂道。
“说！”我哑着嗓子继续吼道，觉得嗓子干涩得快要冒出烟来。
“那你先把这玩意儿拿开。”他用手点点架在他脖子上的猎刀，“这样你让我怎么说啊？”
我收回猎刀。他摸了摸被刀锋划破的地方，撇着嘴骂：“死鱼，有你的，真敢对革命战友下手！”
“少废话！”我扬了扬手中的刀，“快说！”
“昨晚你中了瘴气，跟那儿乱蹦乱跳的，小太爷被你吵得睡不着觉，一气之下就把你打晕了塞睡袋里，喂了点儿药。怕你醒了继续折腾，还给你塞了几片儿安定。然后早上我醒了，觉得饿就去打了点吃食。”说罢，他两手一摊，“就这样。”
“就这样？！”我彻底火了，大声吼道，“别他妈放屁，老子要听实话！”
“是实话啊。”他张开嘴巴，“噗”地往手里吐出一块东西，继续说，“槟榔子可胜瘴毒，得亏了昨天上山前小太爷买的槟榔，要是没这个，咱俩昨晚一准儿一块牵着手跳山崖，去见阎王了。”
我低头一看，他吐出来的正是粒嚼烂了的槟榔子。槟榔子可胜瘴毒，确实没错。昨天他在山下的农户家里买了半斤，这东西我吃不惯，觉得嗓子辣得难受，味道也很怪。伊山羊却很喜欢，说是天然口香糖，吃了之后说不定能泡到几个苗族妹子，要是亲嘴儿也正好用得上。他自己嚼了半天之后还呵气给我闻，问我香不香。
南方的丛林里，最可怕的不是毒蛇猛兽、山野鬼怪，而是各种各样的瘴气。所谓瘴气，实际上是山林恶浊之气，多由原始森林里动植物腐烂后生成的毒气加上各类毒蛇毒虫痰涎、粪便，经过雨淋日晒后形成的。
在《诸病源候论》里面记载了不下二十种瘴气，各有不同的症状，像桃花瘴、蚺蛇瘴等几种都是可以使人致幻的。我突然想起，此刻正值春中，山上倒是有几棵刚坐了果子的桃树。
难道昨晚我的见闻真是中了瘴毒后发的噩梦？
我看着他若有深意地又从口袋里掏出个槟榔子丢到嘴里，嚼得嘴角冒沫。我忽然想起昨天他撅着嘴巴朝我哈气问我香不香的场景来了，一阵干呕。要是他说的是真的，这家伙到底是怎么给我吃的“药”？我不敢再往下想。
“刚你问我，说是你昨晚看到赶尸的了？”他过来讨好似的给我捶了捶后背，却报复似的在我后背靠胃的位置捶得震山响，震得我五脏六腑都快碎了。“这个倒是好解释，你还记得咱们刚来的时候我怎么跟你说的么？”我难受地把他推开，再让他这么捶下去，我还没呕死就得被他捶死了。
“初来湘西的时候，你跟小太爷说起这湘西苗乡的几大异事儿，赶尸、巫医，还有蛊。特别是赶尸，你还引经据典地跟小太爷吹了老半天。日有所思夜有所梦，这回你遇到这事儿是一点儿都不冤枉！”
他说着从水壶里倒了一杯水给我，我喝了口水终于感觉好点儿。
“你刚才是瘴毒又发作了？嚼点这个，保准百毒不侵。”他又抓了一把槟榔递给我，我看到那团黑乎乎的东西，胃里又是一阵泛酸。
“我昨晚看到你爬起来又蹦又跳的，开始吓了一跳，以为你鬼附身了，要不就是发了癔症，后来我琢磨了一下才知道你是中了瘴气。这时节，山里的瘴气厉害得很。我拉也拉不住你，只好就……”他以手做刀，做了个劈的姿势，然后就一脸蛋疼地凑过来，摸摸我的后脑勺，“打疼了吧？”
“去你大爷的！”我虽不很相信，但也被他的贱样气乐了，“不疼让我抽你试试。”
“没事儿了吧？”他又笑嘻嘻地看着我，朝我伸出手来，“把刀给小太爷使使呗？”
我又有些警觉地看着他，问：“你要干什么？”
“杀鸡。”他劈手从我手中夺过猎刀，跑到一边去摆弄那几只野鸡。
我看着他在一旁忙活着侍弄野味儿，心中有种说不出的感觉。他说的我信了才叫有鬼了，想用几粒槟榔来糊弄过去，他未免太天真了些，要说昨晚我所见都是瘴气致幻，哪有那么真切？但看他说得笃定，觉得他是有什么难言之隐，并不是真要对我不利，每个人都有自己的秘密，他既然不想跟我分享，我也不强求，只是对他的这种行为感到恼火。想到这里，看着他忙前忙后倒是显出些愧疚认错的意思。在随后的行程中，再也没发生什么意外，这是后话，放下不提。
没料想这一放下就是好些年。当时的那些质疑后来也渐渐淡忘。时过境迁，这事儿也一直没再被提起。但是今天看这日记上所写，又和当年那件事关联起来。我忽然有种被当猴耍了的感觉。我把日记合上，冷冷地看着还在抽烟的伊山羊。他看我这样盯他，有些尴尬地朝我一笑，赶忙端起酒杯站起来跟我正色道：“当年的事，的确是瞒了你，不过当时事关隐秘，小太爷也是不得已，现在给你赔个不是，此间事了，要杀要剐随你处置。”然后，他将杯中的酒一饮而尽。
我隐约觉得事情越来越复杂了，如果今天他拿来的这个罐子跟日记里说的是同一个，那此间的牵扯就不会小，还可能跟他父亲的失踪有关。既然这本日记是他从院里搞到的，那跟院里多少也脱不了干系，甚至有可能牵扯到更高一层的机密。这本日记在他手中的时间应该不短了，起码在我们去湘西之前就已经到了他手里，甚至还要早。
“老鱼，小太爷决计没有害你的意思。”他放下酒杯，习惯性地捋了一下颌下的胡须，沉吟道：“事情到了这个田地，我也就不隐瞒了。”
他抹了抹嘴巴，继续说：“一个很偶然的机会，我拿到了这本日记，发现老爷子他们当年所做的事并不像看上去那么简单。当年的事，根本就没有像他们跟我说的那么简单！我也不是没有想过要告诉你，实在是这件事牵扯到的机密是咱们这种人想也不敢想的。知道得越多，便越不知道是福是祸。”他顿了一下，脸上忽然有些凄然，“我怀疑老爷子压根儿就没有死。”我眯着眼看他，没有接话。
“去湘西，我的确是为了想找出当年老爷子失踪的真相。而那天你遇到的只是一个意外。这个计划里面原本没有你。”他看我没有接话就继续说道，“你当年的确不是中了什么瘴气！你所见到的赶尸，也不是劳什子幻象，就连在那个庙里留宿都是我安排的。本来想让你安静地睡一晚上，我再去找那个赶尸匠！所以，在晚饭的时候，我就在你的水里下了药。”
他不好意思地揪了揪胡子，有些愧疚地看了我一眼，看到我没什么反应，才又继续道：“当你醒了出来找我的时候，我还以为安定片对你不管用了。后来我才知道，原来是我自己下错了药，要不然您肯定挨不了那一下子。”
我终于有些忍不住了，虽然事隔多年，但听到他这么说，我又想起他嚼槟榔嚼的那一嘴沫子，胃里就开始不舒服。
“鱼爷，息怒息怒。”他看到我要发作，赶忙站起来朝我一躬到底，“倒不是啥蹊跷药，就是息斯敏，吃了也没啥副作用。你也知道的，小桃打小就爱过敏，这些药我都是常备的，临行前我收拾行李，不知怎么地就划拉上了一瓶那个，所以才出了岔子。后来因为没奏效，我就把你整晕了，又给你喂了几片儿安定，还用槟榔捣碎了泡了点儿汤给你灌了几口。”
听他这么说，我心里多少舒服了一些。见他提到小桃，我原本不想理他，但还是问了一句：“小桃现在还好么？”
他说的小桃是他的亲妹子，叫夏晓芊，小名叫小桃。他兄妹俩伊山羊随了父姓，妹妹随了母姓。小桃比他小了六七岁，现正在国外读大学，是个很纯真的女孩子。
“她挺好的……”他见到我说话，有些黯然道，“要是有时间，你也给她打个电话。那孩子心思太重，跟我这个做大哥的从不多说，总觉得她心里憋着一股劲儿，也怪我平时太忙，顾不上理她。我觉得她倒是跟你比跟我更亲近一些，我怕她憋坏了。”
“你算什么好大哥？你什么时候真设身处地为她想过？”我摆摆手叹了一口气，心里柔软了一些，“少拿她出来说事儿。”
他见到我这个态度，终于像是松了一口气，知道事情还有缓和的余地，气氛也没有先前那么尴尬了。
“，咱们中国人，都有落叶归根的情结，苗人更胜。虽说现在都是盛行火化，但还是有几个苗乡坚持保留着土葬的习俗，政府先前还管管，后来实在是管不了，也懒得管了。也亏得这样，才没绝了这个行当。”
“这行干的人本来少，至于到了现在还干这个的，一只手都能数过来。去之前，小太爷先是联系了当地的一些朋友，让他们帮我找找近二三十年还干过这行的老匠人。这个倒是好找的，随便在苗乡打听一下老人们就能知道。你还记得，咱们那次在一个苗寨里见到的那个白苗哑巴老太太么？”他目光闪烁地看着我，“那就是一个赶尸老司的家，那哑老太太就是老司的婆姨。”
我想起，当年是有这么一档子事儿。因为湘西古墓众多，文化跟汉族也有差异，有一段时间那种少数民族的玩意儿很受市场欢迎。那次之所以我跟他去湘西，原本的目的就是收一些苗人的器物。敲小鼓本就是漫无目的地瞎逛，各个村寨基本都要去。后来我们在一个白苗的村寨里面借宿，当时那家苗人只有一个哑巴老太。因为看她生活孤苦可怜，我们走的时候还给她留下了些财物。现在听他这么说，我才知道那也是他早安排好的。
“当时我在寨子里打听，有人告诉我说四五天以前老匠人被人请去走脚了。听说是山外出了一起车祸，一个拖拉机翻到沟里，死了六个人。因为山里通不了车，所以人家就去请他把尸体起回来。我当时算了一下时间，估摸着差不多该回来了，就想上山碰碰运气。原本小太爷只想自己去，谁知道啊，你非要跟我一块儿。”
他说的不假，当时的情况我还记得很清楚。他说我们分头到各个村寨里转转，然后再回来会合，这样节省时间。我却因为跟这边语言不大通，怕一个人闷，才执意要与他一起走。
“我心里有个鬼。”他突然眼圈儿有点发红，有些凄然地仰头看着包厢里冷森森的灯管，“二十几年了，小太爷心里一直有个鬼，可我又捉不到它。我很想让你帮我，可是谁也帮不了我。我不想让这个鬼也把你拉进这个没底的泥潭，有我自己就够了。”
我默然了，他的心思我懂。
“后来，很幸运，咱们遇到了赶尸匠。”他自觉有些失态，有些不自然地笑笑，“只是千算万算没算到我给你吃错了药。看到你从庙里出来的时候，我当时就懵了，所以才又千方百计想把你引回去，后来不得已就……”他说到这里有些无语。
“没想到赶尸匠跟他婆娘一样也他妈是个哑巴！”突然，他又有些激动地继续说道，“他倒是还有个徒弟跟着他，可他妈却是个傻子，什么也问不出，只不过……小太爷敢肯定的是，他当年一定是见过老爷子，并且日记里所说的另个罐子也肯定跟他有关。”
“他们看到有生人在庙里，只是稍作停留，就继续赶路了。小太爷一直追到山下，他们再也没看我一眼。看实在是找不到什么有价值的信息，小太爷就回去了，顺手打了几只野鸡，算是给你补补，赔个不是，让你吃饱了别再跟我过不去。”
“原本就没指望让你信。”他倒也干脆，“只是找个借口让你知道我有苦衷罢了，小太爷有说不出的苦。”
“你该跟我说清楚的。”我拍拍他的肩膀，“既然你当我是兄弟，就不该瞒我。”
他的确有说不出的苦，这我知道。我将杯中倒满，跟他碰了一下，算是一杯泯恩仇。
把事情说开后，心里终于觉得清亮了许多。在我们两人心里系了多年的疙瘩总算是解开了，关系反倒觉得更近了一些。
“谢谢。”他那淡金色的瞳孔蒙了一层亮晶晶的水花。
“别来这套，老子还没说原谅你。”我抬手，一掌砍在他脑后，“以后你要是再因为这些破事儿来骗我，不用别人，我亲自操刀砍了你。”
“鱼爷饶命，小太爷以后不敢了。”他破涕为笑，夸张地举起双手做了个投降的姿势。
我笑着坐回到原位，又问他：“那次以后，你又去调查过么？”
“去了，其实后来从湘西回来以后，我立马又回去找了一趟。”他脸色突然变得有些古怪，“你猜那个赶尸老司怎么了？”
"died?"
他突然像一个泄了气的皮球一般瘫坐在椅子上，连他原本油光铮亮的大背头此时好像也失去了光彩，黏黏糊糊的贴在他的脑门儿上。
“死了，”他有气无力地说，“不仅仅他，还有日记里那个里耶文化局的李同志，也失踪了。这些年，我查到哪里，那里的线索就断了，要找的人要么死了，要么失踪了，就像我身后有一只大手在操控着一切。我不敢查了。”说到这里他居然呜呜地哭了出来，声音还是很难听，就像是一只被羊群遗弃在荒野上的老羊，孤独并且恐慌。
我伸出手拍拍他的肩膀，安慰他道：“这个不怪你，既然是背后有人操控此事，必然不是一般的人物，那也不是你一个人就可以抗衡的，起码他们不怕弄出人命。恐怕是跟院里也脱不了干系！”
“笃笃笃。”突然包厢外面有人敲门。伊山羊赶忙拿纸巾擦了擦脸，坐好，又摆出一副若无其事的姿态来，还强笑着给自己倒了一杯酒。
“进来。”我好笑地看了一眼眼圈犹自通红的伊山羊，朝门外喊道。
门打开半边儿，小兔钻进来半个头，笑眯眯第看着我们，说：“什么太吓人了呀？你们在说我吗？”
伊山羊赶忙接过来，擦了擦眼睛，又讨好似地朝小兔眨了一眨。小兔一看他朝自己眨眼睛，吓得“啊”地叫了一声。看来她刚刚才注意到山羊瞳仁的颜色。
伊山羊一脸尴尬地愣在那里不知道怎么劝，赶忙给我使眼色，想让我解释一下。
“伊叔你眼睛怎么了？”她指着伊山羊的眼睛说。
“叔这叫火眼金睛，太上老君炼丹炉里炼出来的。天生异相，叔可就指着这双眼睛吃饭呐，什么妖魔鬼怪的，叔一眼就看穿了。”
小兔撇撇嘴问道：“真的么？”
“自然是真的，叔可不会骗人。”伊山羊拍着胸脯说道，好像完全忘记了当年是怎么用一把槟榔骗我的事儿了。
小兔从兜里掏出来方才那个金镏子，交给伊山羊，怯生生地说道：“伊叔，这个还你。太贵重了，我姐不让我要。”
我瞥到那个戒指上面多了几个细小的牙印儿，看来是被小兔偷偷咬过检验真假了，可能是一验货是真的，就不敢自己做主，去问了问她姐姐，就是本店老板娘，自然不会让自己的妹妹随便收人东西。
“给你的你就收着，又不是给你姐的。”伊山羊安慰道，“又不是多好的东西，一个小玩意儿，就留着玩玩。”
“我姐不让……”小兔很坚决地把戒指塞到他手里，转身就要走。
“老鱼，你看看这个。”伊山羊无奈地朝我求助，要说先前他给小兔这个戒指还有些花花心思，这一刻却是有些真情流露了。
“行了，小兔，你收着，你姐那里我去说。”我笑眯眯地望着小兔。
“鱼爷要跟我说什么啊？”我话还没问完，包间儿的门一下子被人从外面推开了，走进来一个英姿飒爽的女人，一脸嗔怪地回了我一句。
我一看正主来了，赶忙站起来，朝她笑道：“罗老板不经念叨，这是说曹操，曹操到啊。”
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