When Wang Jingzhe was rummaging through boxes and cabinets at home, he had already found that there were a lot of talisman paper, peach wood, and compass at home. Although he was amnesia, it did not mean that he didn't understand anything. He vaguely felt that his family might be quite unusual.

The missing father and mysterious sister, the disappearance over this family was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere. Wang Jingzhe didn't know when he would be able to unveil this mysterious veil.

Qi Quan drove the three of them to a high-end community near Wuhou Temple, parked in front of a building and said, "There is a house of mine here, which is just enough for you three to live in. The house is also complete. You can settle here first and have a rest. I will arrange things for you in two or three days. I originally wanted to welcome you today, but Mr. Lin above me had something to ask me for help today, so I'll line up behind you."

Ding Wu said: "It's okay, Brother Quan, there will be opportunities in the future."

Qi Quan led them upstairs and opened a door. The house was well decorated and decorated, and everything was available. After delivering it to them, Qi Quan pulled Ding Wu aside, took out two stacks of money from his bag and stuffed it into Ding Wu's hand, and said, "You call me Brother Quan, don't refuse. In my eyes, money is nothing. Brothers and friends are the most important. You should spend these first. After two days, I will finish my work. Let's go to the company to arrange it for you. Let's settle it first."

Ding Wu took the money and said, "Then I'm not polite, Brother Quan..."

Ding Wu is the most unspeakable person. All principles of conduct are in action. He feels that it is much more real to do things and move your feet than to talk. This is also what Qi Quan admires more.

After Qi Quan left, Ding Wu came back, and Wang Jingzhe looked at him and wanted to speak but stopped.

"I'm really not used to you being so unfamiliar with me. How could you just pretend to be more familiar to me?"

Wang Jingzhe pursed his lips and said, "That Brother Quan has killed someone, not one or two."

Ding Wu smiled.

Wang Jingzhe said a little annoyed: "What are you laughing at? I'm talking about the facts."

"How fresh, I've even killed anyone."

"You were murdered by a man, and it was forced to do so. He is different from you."

Ding Wu patted Wang Jingzhe on the shoulder and said, "First of all, you have to understand that we met in prison, which is destined to have unusual experiences. Another thing is that what Brother Quan did is to be shameless, and it is normal for someone to die when he sees blood. And this is what I can do in the future, understand?"

Wang Jingzhe frowned and said, "Do you have no other choice?"

Ding Wu sighed and said, "One person has a way of living, the beggar's life is begging, the boss's life is business, and I, like Brother Quan and I, are born to be destined to walk on the edge. This is my way of living. As for whether you ask me if there is any other choice, I can only say that there may be, but it will definitely not be suitable for me, and I don't like it either."

Wang Jingzhe was silent. He suddenly thought that maybe he would live before he lost his memory.

After a while, the three of them came out in the evening and found a restaurant for dinner. Ding Wu asked for a lot of wine that night. He and Wang Jingzhe were drunk, while the kitchen knife was not drunk. Wang Dongzhi told him that following Wang Jingzhe, he was usually like a transparent person and had no sense of existence. But when Wang Jingzhe had a crisis, he had to make a brilliant appearance.

After a night of hangover, in the early morning, after Wang Jingzhe got up, he was used to standing by the bed and looking at this world that he was unfamiliar or familiar to him.

I am familiar with it because he has lived for more than twenty years, and I am unfamiliar because he needs to re-understand it and everything he sees and comes from [     www.biqugew.co].

"This feeling is really annoying..." Wang Jingzhe shook his head irritably.

Sichuan is a city with great heritage. As the saying goes, you don’t go to Sichuan for a long time, and you don’t go out of Sichuan for a long time. This place, known as the country of Tianfu, has so many things that make people linger. Beauties here come out, the hot pot here tastes the most delicious, and the life here is the most leisurely.

This must be a city full of stories.

When Wang Jingzhe looked into the distance, there was a song on the TV in the living room, which was Zhao Lei’s Chengdu.

"In that rainy little town, I have never forgotten you. Chengdu, you are the only one I can't take away. I walk along the streets of Chengdu with me... Until many lights are turned off, you will roll up my sleeves and I will put my hands in my pocket."

As Wang Jingzhe listened, he hummed with the rhythm. After playing a song, when the last tune fell, he suddenly said: "I really want to hear this song, and I really want to come to Chengdu."

Wang Jingzhe looked stunned, then he put on his clothes and washed his face casually, then pushed open the door. When the kitchen daowen, who had just woken up, saw that he was about to go out, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"Go out for a walk and buy some breakfast by the way. I'll be back in a while." Wang Jingzhe said without looking back.

After leaving home, Wang Jingzhe walked on the street, walking very slowly, and then looked around at the crowds and nearby buildings.

Zhao Lei's song Chengdu suddenly reminded Wang Jingzhe that he had heard this song and had been here. The familiar feeling came to his mind. He found that this might be a way to awaken his memories. Since he had been here, he might see familiar people or things when he walked around.

The place where he lived was very close to the Wuhou Temple. Not long after, Wang Jingzhe slipped outside the Wuhou Temple. Before the door could be opened, he stood outside the door and looked up at the building.

Wang Jingzhe discovered that a faint aura was lingering over the Wuhou Temple, which was the only temple in which the king and his ministers worshiped each other.

After standing for a while, more tourists outside the Wuhou Temple began to rise, waiting to line up in.

Wang Jingzhe stopped for a long time and found that there seemed to be nothing to arouse him in this place. He frowned, shook his head, sighed, turned around and left. When he turned around and left, the gate of Wuhou Temple was also opened. The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man in his fifties wearing work clothes. He happened to see Wang Jingzhe's side face when he turned around.
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