Chapter 7 Uncle San's text message, Wu Xie's condition

A week later, Wu Shanju.

The fat man was carrying some junk items like cardboard boxes out, preparing to sell them.

"Oh, it's not easy, for this family. I have sacrificed so much, I am truly the gayest of gay friends.

You say you are naive, but you are half dead all day long.

Ah, you just stare blankly when you have nothing to do. I've been out of the hospital for a week, why do you have to be like this every day? What are you doing?

If you have something on your mind, tell me. Don't hide it from me. Cover it up.

Other people are suffering from postpartum depression, but you are so scared by the next grave. What's wrong?

Oh, by the way, where's Xiao Wuzi? Why can't I see him?" Fatty said as he looked at Wu Xie, who was lying on the chair with a depressed look on his face.

I didn't see where Wu Suowei went.

"Hey, look at you guys. One of you is lying here like a corpse, and the other one is nowhere to be found. None of you makes me, Fatty, worry-free."

"Hey, here I am. You fat guy are making up stories about me again, right?" Wu Suowei heard this fat guy making up stories about him as soon as he entered the room.

It's been such a long time, and the three of them have a very close relationship, so it doesn't matter if they make a joke or something like that.

"Where have you been? I wanted to call you to work but you are nowhere to be found."

"Fuck, I went to buy you food. I haven't had a good meal these past few days, so I'll go see if there's anyone collecting junk. I can sell these junk and supplement my household income." Wu Suowei suddenly thought, "Oh, that shifty little boss, he gave me money, right?"

"I gave it, I gave it. Damn, I almost lost it. Fatty, I wanted five times the money, but the boss refused. After I threatened him, he only gave me three times the money." The fat man replied unhappily.

"Okay, Fatty, you have some skills. That young boss is obviously a cunning guy. It's not easy for him to make three times the amount from his mouth." Wu Suowei said with a smile.

"Bah, how dare he not give it to me? It's not a big deal, otherwise he will definitely go bankrupt." The fat man said angrily.

"Okay, okay, that's enough." Wu Suowei said on the side.

"Haha, with a brother like you, I'm going to have a lot of fun in the future."

"Let's have some barbecue together tonight. I'll treat you, haha." The fat man said generously.

"Okay, when the time comes, I'll eat you out of house and house." Wu Suowei was also joking.

"Ah, look at Tian Zhen, he is like this every day. He is about to ascend to heaven. Look at him, he doesn't look innocent at all now." The fat man said angrily.

Only Wu Suo knew clearly that Wu Xie was already terminally ill and in the advanced stage of pulmonary fibrosis.

"Okay, okay, he probably has something on his mind. There are a few days like that every month, it's not surprising." Wu Suowei said heartlessly.

Haha ...

buzzing...

Suddenly, there was the sound of a cell phone vibrating from the cardboard box that the fat man was packing.

"Fatty, did your cell phone fall into the cardboard box? There are your text messages." Wu Xie said after taking a look.

"My cell phone is in the house. I was packing up my things just now and found the broken cell phone your uncle gave you." Fatty Wang replied. "I charged it and checked to see if there were any commemorative photos in it. There was nothing, so I threw it away."

Wu Xie's eyes flashed, and he instantly looked radiant. He stood up suddenly and dumped out the rags that Fatty had managed to clean up.

"Boss, slow down, don't get excited. The illness has just healed, don't let anything bad happen to you again." Wu Suowei dropped what he was holding and was about to support Wu Xie.

Well, I'm a good employee.

Give yourself a thumbs up.

"Your Third Uncle is really something. He disappears from time to time, and in recent years, he has completely disappeared. This is too irresponsible.

"Ah, you are still destroying things, you are not working. You are so energetic now, alas, what's going on?" said the fat man.

Wu Xie turned on his cell phone while Wu Suowei watched from the side.

"Oh my gosh. This crappy phone is so old, but it can still receive text messages from Uncle Wu. This is too powerful. Domestic phones are really awesome. Hey, what text message did Uncle Wu send you?" Wu Suowei also saw the text message sent to him by Uncle Wu Xie, and said to Wu Xie.

"Let me see, oh, Third Uncle. You're so naive, you said this phone can still receive text messages from Third Uncle, which proves that Third Uncle is not dead." The fat man also came over.

Wu Xie had just clicked on the text message when his phone suddenly ran out of battery and turned off.

But Wu Xie and Wu Suowei both wrote down the content of the text message. "Oh my god, you failed at the critical moment."

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Charger, charger!"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's here."

So the three of them immediately ran back into the house.

Over there, Fatty was charging his phone with a charger, while over here, Wu Xie and Wu Suo were studying the contents of the text message left by Wu Sanxing.

The phone was quickly charged and the fat man turned it on.

"Come here, Tianzhen, Xiao Wu'er, the cell phone is charged. Hurry up, turn it on, turn it on." The fat man called out.

"It's charged. Let me see."

"Beixin Bridge, bamboo smoke and locust rain, people returning home by cold lights, the road is deep."

"Boss, what's the matter with Mr. Wu Sanxing? Why is he still playing dumb? Isn't this frustrating? What does this mean?" Wu Suowei also showed his Oscar-worthy acting skills. In fact, he knew that this was a secret message between Wu Sanxing and Wu Xie, and he didn't reveal it.

"You don't understand. This is a cipher, a common conversation between me and my uncle. Once we decipher its meaning, we will know what my uncle left for me." Wu Xie replied. "Look, break each word into strokes. Each stroke corresponds to a corresponding letter, and you will know its meaning."

"Then don't waste time, hurry up." The fat man urged.

Wu Xie picked up the pen and quickly translated. As time passed, Wu Xie also figured out the meaning of the text message.

It’s the “Arctic Pavilion Meteorological Museum.” Wu Xie said excitedly.

"What is that? Is this Mr. Wu San hiding in a museum? People of culture think differently. It would be good if there is a clue about Mr. Wu San." Wu Suowei asked.

Let me explain to you, this "Beixin Bridge, bamboo smoke and rain" refers to the Beiji Pavilion Meteorological Museum.

The person returning home at night under the cold lamp, the deep road, refers to the locker 221.

"Wrapped sticks, Nanjing Drum Tower East, Beiji Pavilion Meteorological Museum, locker 221." Wu Xie said to them.

"What does this mean?"

“It’s an address.”

"nonsense."

"Uncle San asked me to go here to get the goods."

Well, these two have started again.

"Get the goods?"

"This kind of message could only have been sent to me by my Third Uncle." Wu Xie said to Wu Suowei and Fatty.

"Your third uncle sent you a message asking you to go there to get the goods. Could it be that your third uncle has made a fortune somewhere over the years?" The fat man's eyes lit up when he heard the word goods and treasures.

"Oh, why didn't I think of it? Could he have dug up some big treasure? I ask you to go and get it." The fat man said excitedly while jumping up and down.

"Haha, your Third Uncle is really nice. He must have hidden this treasure. Come on, let's go right away." The fat man didn't even know his last name at this moment. While urging Wu Xie, he looked at Wu Suowei.

Wu Suowei just glanced at him and rolled his eyes.

"This idiot."

After saying that, he went to heat up the food he hadn't eaten yet.

"Hey, let me tell you, what's with that expression on your face?" The fat man said and followed out.

Watching the two of them fighting and playing, Wu Xie felt a pain in his heart and remembered what the doctor had said to him.

In the late stage of pulmonary fibrosis, he can only live for half a year.

Thinking about the wish in my heart, it is to find my uncle as soon as possible in the remaining six months, then I will be willing to die.

Wu Xie pondered for a moment, finally picked up the phone and made a call.

"Brother, I'm sick..."

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