Beads Returned**

Twenty years ago, two children played hook under the locust tree. One said that he wanted to be a policeman to protect his family and the country; the other said that he wanted to protect the antiques passed down from his family and not let any of them be lost. They held out their little fingers and said yes. Later, the Lu family disappeared from this city overnight. Shen Yanzhi held a small porcelain dog that he had not given away and squatted outside the gate all afternoon. Twenty years later, in a narrow alley in a foreign country, an Interpol covered in blood leaned against the wall and was picked up by a passing antique restorer. Shen Yanzhi recognized him—the eyebrows, the old scars, the person who "kept what he said". But Lu Yunzheng didn't remember. When he was eighteen, a mission took away his father and all his memories before he turned eighteen. He didn't remember the locust tree, Lagou, or the little boy squatting under the tree watching the ants. They got to know each other again.