Daomu Biji

That evening, I took off from Bailian Airport, landed at Shanghai Hongqiao Airport, and then took the airport bus from Shanghai to Hangzhou.

In the toilet at Hongqiao Airport, I saw my face.The mask very cleverly avoided all the places where I would grow a beard, otherwise my beard should have grown into my flesh under the mask.I used to think that it would be a man to have a beard, but now it seems that not everyone is suitable for wearing a beard, especially now such an old face full of hawthorn, plus clothes that do n’t fit well, look It looks like a sportsman in the scavenger world.

Hearing Xiaohua say that in ancient China, people wearing such masks had to use a potion to destroy all pores on their facial skin. The process was painful.Being unable to grow a beard is not a particularly tragic thing for people like me, but I am glad that they did not do it.

It was the latest bus. Only the girl who looked like me and a student was on the bus. The girl had been wearing headphones and looking out the window, her eyes blurred.She wore a braid, very clean, with a very special temperament.

I couldn't help thinking of the clouds again, and the feeling in my heart was indescribable. From the moment I started in Guangxi, I had stretched my emotions, and now looking at the street lights flashing by the roadside, my heart's various pains were bit by bit Leaked out.

I closed my eyes and tried not to cry.The cry of the fat man echoed in my ears.I remembered the painting of the cloud, us in the painting, we who went to Banai for the first time.Although my heart is full of mystery, we look very happy, because at that time, fate is still in our own hands.

What is ridiculous is that everything we do next is to send our destiny in our hands to the present situation.

What is the fear in my heart?Even in such emotions, I still feel that any entanglement in my heart has not eased.

My heart demons haven't subsided, or that this time I come back, I don't even think it's an end.I know deeply that I just came back to be a passer-by, and things did not end, but instead proceeded without pause.

The end of the car was at Kaixuan Road, and I came down and hit home.It was already midnight, looking at the familiar street, contrasting with the mentality of returning to Hangzhou the previous few times.During those few times, my first feeling when I returned to Hangzhou was exhaustion: never go to that kind of place again, this time must be the last.This was a common idea at the time.

But not this time.I'm not tired, I even have such a feeling.

"If you go on like this, you will get sick in gaohuang."

I'll be sick if I get sick.I lit a cigarette, and when I got out of the car, I looked at everything in front of me and suddenly stunned.

In front of me is the shop of the third uncle.

Should n’t I go home?I was in a trance, and suddenly remembered that the address I told the driver when I got on the bus was the home of my third uncle.

I cannot go back to my home. Even if I go back to Hangzhou, I must live here.

I turned around and the taxi was already gone.Standing in the dark alley, I couldn't help but find it funny. I took out the key that Pan Zi gave me from my pocket and took a breath before the iron gate and opened it.

The entire bungalow has no lights.I walked into the yard and saw the pot of the third uncle.Because a gardener takes care of it.The potted plants grow very well.Messy around.The tea table that San Shu usually uses to drink tea is placed in the middle of the courtyard.

This is where San Shu usually lives.I stayed here for a few days, but I didn't expect that this time I came back.

I didn't enter the house immediately because I didn't know what I could do.I do n’t want to wander in such a house for such a midnight. I do n’t know why. The next life makes me very resistant. I can start later-start later.

Sitting on the tea chair, I wrapped my clothes tightly and looked at the night sky, motionless, until dawn.

The gardener who came here every day awakened me: when I opened my eyes, a face looked at me inexplicably.

"East, come back? How do you sleep here?"

"Uncle He?" I replied confusedly, and immediately realized that was wrong, Ma changed his mouth, "Lao He, came here so early?"

"Go back to the room. It's cold. The owner." Lao He said

I nodded and looked inside.The hourly worker has not come yet.Uncle San will have hourly cleaning every day here, but only on the third floor, the second floor and the first floor are the place to put the goods.

Most people who engage in antiquities do not like the particularly clean and modern decoration design. Generally, those who sell antiques like to put everything in a mess.This is to satisfy the customer's mentality, because picking goods among the messy antiques will give people a more assured feeling.Many regional antique shops.They all like to throw antiques on the ground and sell them for the same reason.If you do the same as any jewelry store, looking for some salespersons in small suits, it seems unprofessional.

In fact, if everyone understands shareholders, the truth is, there are too few collectors who really understand antiques.Do this line.Ninety-nine percent of the people we meet every year are fake experts who do n’t understand at all.These people who buy things.Especially care about feeling.

I bypassed these antiques and came to the third floor after a few entrances. The first floor was worthless.There is a safe on the second floor, things are slightly better.The real good things are kept in the secret room on the third floor of the third uncle when they are not open.The third floor access control looks tattered, but it is actually made of tungsten steel.The lock designed by the old locksmith that the uncle was looking for was used, and the mechanism was inside the wall. The average person could not open it unless he bombed it with explosives.

The third floor is a large suite.Uncle San is a very enjoyable person, but he is not exposed. He is not interested in a lot of modern play. All the mahogany things in this big suite are very expensive, but compared to these, I actually prefer a soft sofa, so I know Since I have to live here for quite a long time, I must add something.

Actually, when I lived here last time, I found out that the third uncle actually lived quite hard. When he was young, he experienced too many people who enjoyed too much. What women, wealth, and status already belong to him. Not attractive at all.In his entire room, there are many things such as furniture, calligraphy and paintings, four treasures in the study, and so on. In fact, if you pull open his drawer, you will find that almost all drawers are empty and there is some thin dust.

This means that these drawers have never been left free since they were bought from furniture.

No life.

A single old man, except for some of his handicap: books, teacups, tea leaves.Then there are many ancient books used for decoration.The books are all genuine ancient books, but it can be seen that the third uncle has basically not turned it over.The most found in his room are various expired newspapers,

This place is too big for him, he does not have so much content to fill these drawers

After I came back from Xisha, I did a thorough search on this place, so I knew where I was interested.Uncle San ’s investigation of the archaeological team ’s documents was basically useless, but I still plan to read it again, but not now.

I sat in front of his desk, and there was a lamp, an incense burner, a telephone, and some pens and pencils on his desk.It was exactly the same as before I left.

Slightly decent, it is a computer, but a very old-fashioned computer.The display is only fifteen inches, and Sanshu usually uses it to play card games and read some electronic books.He doesn't use a computer, he only uses the mouse to do some simple operations. The system inside is also the original Windows2000 installed. Without a network card, he can't go online at all.

I closed my eyes and wondered if I could fall asleep.Although I feel a little tired, it may be that the intensive down-time activities during this time have made me used to such high-intensity fatigue, and I have no sleepiness at all.

I took out my phone and sent a text message that I had arrived to everyone. After taking a deep breath, I suddenly didn't know what to do.

Does the third uncle do the same every day, is he thinking wildly behind this table?

No wonder he is so tangled, if he is too poor to pay the water bill, maybe there will be no such ending.

Man is really a strange creature. Their most important purpose is to survive, but survival is often not the biggest worry for this person.When people meet all their needs, they often find themselves an unsolvable trouble.

By nature, people exist for trouble.Moreover, even if the problem is figured out, it is useless.There are always some troubles that people have to provoke even if they understand the truth, just like me now.

I touched my face, knowing that I must find something to do during this time, otherwise I will be forced to death by various memories.Pan Zi is gone. Although I am not going to announce his death, without him, many things will not be as smooth as before.

There are also dumb sister and second uncle, the former is the person I have to persuade; in the second uncle's words, I better not meet him, not meet him, because he is too smart, I can never hide Past him.It takes seven days to remove my mask. In order to cope with emergencies, I should have some things to do.

I went to the toilet of the third uncle's house, hung my beard, took a shower, and then called a man who was in charge of the job, and told him that I didn't see a guest today, and I had to sleep for a day.Then I climbed into bed, turned on the TV and watched cartoons, and saw that I was asleep.

This sleep was difficult, and various dreams woke me up more than once.On several occasions, I felt that Pan Zi was covered with blood, standing beside me.

I didn't feel a little fear.I just feel hopeless, the kind of hopelessness that devours me all the time.