Have you ever received a text message from a dead person?

Ten minutes ago, Ye Huang received a text message from a strange number: "Erwa, come to Hongchen Inn at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain to find me, Richang Jingtian!"

The signature is also attached at the end of the text message: Ye Hui.

Ye Hui and Ye Huang have a brilliant meaning, full of parents' expectations of their children becoming successful. When they hear their names are brothers. But there is a problem, six years ago, Ye Huang's parents and elder brother went abroad to attend a summit and boarded a Malaysia Airlines flight, and then there was nothing else.

Ye Huang, who was still in high school at the time, became an orphan overnight.

His starting point is a little higher than the orphan in the story, because his family is very rich. He inherited a large inheritance at the age of 18. He once angrily spent a supercar to pick up girls, and he once gambled with people in the game for a thousand rounds of 648... In short, over the past six years, Ye Erwa has become a prodigal son who is ignorant in the eyes of some people, and has also become a rich and willful krypton gold boss who is rich and willful in the eyes of others.

Back to the point, Ye Huang studied it carefully. There were three missed calls on his phone, all of which were called by the strange number. He slept so hard that he didn't hear the ringtone at all. It was not until the third time that the young model lying beside him couldn't help but remind him. He picked up his phone in a sleepy way, but the other party suddenly hung up.

So Ye Huang slept for another hour, and after waking up, he did something shameful with the young model lady. The two of them said they had broken up at noon. Then he went to take a shower and finally woke up. He only saw the unread text message while having lunch.

These days, there are so many fraudulent text messages, and Ye Huang has received a lot of them. Usually he doesn't take it seriously. Sometimes he is so idle that he even chats with the person who sent fraudulent text messages. But this time, Ye Ershao couldn't bear it anymore. Yesterday, he went to scan the grave for his parents and elder brother on Qingming Festival. Today, when he received such text messages, it is not difficult to test his psychological shadow area.

In addition to anger, a trace of doubt flashed through Ye Huang's heart, and there was also an indescribable expectation.

If the person who sent the text message intentionally made a prank or planned to cheat, it is unlikely that he and his elder brother Ye Hui will know the secret.

The key lies in the four words in the short message: Richang Jingtian.

This is a code word. When Ye Hui was still alive, the two brothers often helped each other to lie to their parents and designed several codes. I remember that Ye Huang was also a teenager running towards the sun. Only the four words "Richang Jingtian" could show his sunshine from the inside out.

It can be said responsibly that only he and Ye Hui know this code word in the world.

So the question is, why did the person who sent the text message carry four words that evoke Ye Huang's countless memories?

"It's useless to think about it, just call it!"

Ye Huang put down his chopsticks and dialed the strange number.

The phone was quickly connected and a sweet girl's voice came: "Hello, this is Hongchen Inn. Hongchen Inn is located at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain. It is an antique inn full of martial arts style, satisfying the eternal adult fairy tale in your mind..."

Ye Huang interrupted the girl's constant whisper: "About two hours ago, you called me three times and sent me a message?"

"No, a gentleman lost his cell phone. He borrowed my cell phone and used it." The girl explained.

"Is that person still here?" Ye Huang asked.

"Sorry, the gentleman left after calling. I don't know where he is going." The girl said.

"Do you know his name?" Ye Huang asked again.

"I'm sorry, I don't know." The girl was very polite.

"He is not a customer of your inn? Didn't he register his ID card?" Ye Huang continued to ask.

"I think you misunderstood. The gentleman came in and chatted with me for a few words, borrowed my phone, and left." The girl was always patient.

Ye Huang asked tentatively: "What does that person look like and how old is?"

"He is very handsome and handsome, and has a very handsome look." The girl's tone was a little confused, invisibly revealing the reason why she lends a stranger's cell phone. Then she added: "He looks about twenty-seven or eight years old, and seems to be waiting for someone, and looks very anxious."

Hearing this, Ye Huang was silent.

He is twenty-fourth this year and is in his zodiac year.

Ye Hui is three and a half years older than him. If the eldest brother is still alive, it is exactly what the girl said is twenty-seven or eight years old.

From the girl's words that were eccentric, Ye Erwa remembered the past. Someone once joked that the eldest son of the Ye family inherited the essence of his parents, while the second son of the Ye family inherited the dross of his parents. Ye Hui has been a school grass-level figure since middle school and has been sought after by countless girls. When many little girls mentioned him, their tone was similar to the girl on the phone. Ye Erwa has experienced this scene countless times. At that time, several senior sisters asked him for all kinds of gossip about his elder brother.

"Sir, are you still in trouble?" The girl waited for a long time but didn't hear any movement, and she meant to hang up the phone.

Ye Huang came to his senses and made a decision: "Send me a position on your inn."

The girl cooperated very well and sent a text message to locate it after the call.

Ye Huang searched the Internet and found no information about Hongchen Inn. He fell into deep thought: "Can I send out the secret code of my brother and I? Could it be that they had hacked the news records of me seven or eight years ago? It sounds not very scientific. Either the eldest brother is really alive, or the other party is a gang, waiting for me to deliver the goods to my door... Well, the old secretary hasn't been moving for a long time, and this kind of scene is most suitable for her to perform."

After making up his mind, he dialed a number.

"Boss, you got up so early today. Did the young model last night get angry?" A gentle and warm woman's voice came from the phone, but the content of her speech seemed like an old train galloping past, chasing her feet with dirty eyes.

"Talking about serious business, old secretary, today I need you to show off your skills." Boss Ye went straight to the point.

"Boss, the secretary is just the secretary. Can you not add the word "old" on the front door?" The old secretary expressed his protest: "If you insist on adding a prefix, it would be better to call me a secretary, it is more in line with my temperament."

"Do you know how old you are? Will your conscience hurt if you say such words?" Ye Huang habitually retorted.

"I am young in mind, but my conscience is still a girl." The old secretary also habitually pretended to be young: "Boss, it's not that I said you, you lack understanding of older women. As the saying goes, a woman with a junior, a gold brick. A woman with a senior thirteenth, a country..."

"Stop, I'm not a madman in pushing my aunt." Ye Huang brought the topic back on track: "You drive here, we'll go to Qingcheng Mountain in the afternoon."

"My God, boss, are you going to climb the mountain?" The old secretary was shocked: "Illusion must be hallucinations. You haven't exercised for many years. I don't remember how many times you got up before 2:00 in the afternoon. What's the motivation to refresh you?"

"Which eye did you see me looking like a mountain climber?" Ye Huang said: "There is a Hongchen Inn at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain. Let's go and take a look."

The old secretary exclaimed: "Hongchen Inn? I... I seem to remember this place!"

"It seems?" Boss Ye was full of black lines: "Sister, you don't have such a memory. Your memory is so 'progressive' and always intermittent. It's been five years, for five years. Since you became my secretary, you will lose your memory when you encounter trouble, and you will reminisce when you encounter benefits. Look at other bosses, they are all doing something for secretary, and they have nothing to do. You should be as moist as a secretary. But I can't feel that kind of pleasure at all!"

"Boss, I can't pretend that I didn't hear this. I remember when you were drunk and causing trouble in a nightclub, who knocked down the eight men and rescued you? Is it easy for me to be your secretary? I have to work as a part-time bodyguard, a part-time driver, and I have to help you get rid of those young ladies. How many times have I wiped your butts for you over the years?" The old secretary's tone was filled with sadness and grievances.

"Pay attention to the wording. When others hear it, they think I can't even wipe my butt." Boss Ye seemed to want to prove that he can wipe his butt.

"Okay, serious, boss, I really have an impression of Hongchen Inn. Maybe I have been to that place before I lost my memory." This time the old secretary took the initiative to return to the topic: "I will pick you up immediately. I'll go to Hongchen Inn. I can't guarantee that I can spell out my memory fragments, reminding me who I am."

Twenty minutes later, a Cayenne parked in front of Boss Ye's villa.

A woman walked out of the car, with long hair and waist, which attracted people's attention.

There is a kind of woman whose back has the effect of being captivating.

The old secretary happened to be that kind of woman, but her frontal face was too mysterious.

She was wearing a hollow tennis cap on the top, and down there was a snow-white mask covering the area below her eyelids. At first glance, she couldn't tell what she looked like. If you looked closer and carefully, you could see a few faint scars on her forehead under the brim of her hat, and even two narrow scars extended from under the mask to near her temples.

Ye Huang walked out and sat in the passenger seat with a golden sword, not surprised at all by the old secretary's outfit.

In his memory, for five years, the old secretary always wore a hat and a mask whenever he walked outdoors.

The old secretary was skilled in driving and started talking while driving: "Boss, where did you know about Hongchen Inn?"

Ye Huang recounted the situation. Since his relatives encountered an accident, the old secretary was the only person he could talk to.

"In the name of your elder brother? It's so nonsense. The Qingming Festival has just passed!" The old secretary's brain circuit was synchronized with Boss Ye.

"Who said no, I just want to see which bastard is doing something in my brother's name." Ye Huang's lazy gaze gradually became sharp.

"Will someone have prepared a trap and wait for you to come?" The old secretary once again synchronized with Ye Huang's thinking.

"I think so too." Ye Huang smiled heartlessly: "Or why would I call you together?"

"I want me to fly again?" The old secretary turned his head, his eyes under the brim of the hat were extremely resentful, and his tone was sad: "Boss, being your secretary is not only a high-risk profession, but it is simply the most dangerous profession in the whole Rongcheng!"

"Don't you think I have provided you with a platform to display your talents? It's hard for a trainer to find a job these days. Are there few examples of a hero who is stumped by a penny? Only when I go out to attract hatred can you have a chance to show your strength."

Boss Ye was confident and Beier literally strengthened his affirmation with a rhetorical question: "Besides, who else can give you a salary of 2 million yuan a year besides me? I have only driven this cayenne once and I will give you it directly. Are you not satisfied? Touching your conscience, looking at the entire Chengdu and even the entire Xichuan, who is willing to give you such good treatment?"

The old secretary was speechless and drove silently.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the two arrived at their destination.

Hongchen Inn is surrounded by mountains and rivers, located in a beautiful place, which is different from the so-called martial arts style of the girl on the phone. The architectural pattern of this place is full of the atmosphere of two-dimensionality, and there are traces of cosplay everywhere. However, the few cars parked on the open space outside the inn make people suspect that they have gone on the wrong set, and they have a sense of déjà vu like a costume drama.

Looking at the inn not far away through the car window, Ye Huang reacted as usual, but the old secretary responded exaggeratedly.

She stopped the car but didn't go down. She looked carefully at the grass and trees outside the car, and her hands on the steering wheel kept shaking.

"What's the situation?" Ye Huang looked at the old secretary carefully, and was surprised and deeply curious. He had never seen the old secretary tremble. In fact, it was indeed difficult to tremble with a fierce woman who could easily knock down eight strong men.

"It's so familiar. I feel this place is very familiar." The old secretary was quite excited, as if he had found a breakthrough, and said excitedly: "Boss, I must have been here before, more than once or twice. I have a premonition that there seems to be a very important memory to be revived. Let's go in and take a look!"
Chapter completed!