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 of 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 a beard, especially now such an old face full of scum, and clothes that do n’t fit well, look It looks like a sportsman in the scavenger world.

Listen to Xiaohua that in ancient China, people wearing such masks had to use a potion to destroy all the 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. On the bus there was only a girl who looked like me and a student. The girl had been wearing headphones and looking out the window, her eyes were very confused. She wore a braid, very clean, with a very special temperament.

I couldn't help but think of the cloud again, the feeling in my heart is indescribable. From the moment I started in Guangxi, I had stretched my emotions, and now looking at the street lights flashing by the roadside, the various pains in my heart leaked out little by little.

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.

It's ridiculous 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 mind has not subsided, or, this time back, I do n’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 point of the car was on Kaixuan Road, and I came down and went home. It was already midnight, looking at the familiar street, contrasting with the mentality of returning to Hangzhou the previous few times. Those first few times when I returned to Hangzhou, I felt tired. Never go to that kind of place again, this time must be the last time. 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 fall ill."

Ill be 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 can't 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.

There is no light in the whole small house. I walked into the yard and saw the potted plants of the third uncle. Because the gardener takes care of it, the bonsai grows very well and is laid around in a mess. 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 don't want to wander in such a house on such a midnight. I don't know why. The next life made me very resistant. If I can start later, start later.

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

The gardener who came here every day woke me up. When I opened my eyes, a face looked at me inexplicably.

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

"Uncle He?" I replied vaguely, immediately realizing that it was wrong, and immediately changed my mouth, "Lao He, came here so early?"

"Go back to the room, it's cold, Dong Family." Lao He said.

I nodded and looked inside the house. The hourly worker hadn't 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 like to throw antiques on the ground and sell them in the same way. If you do the same as any jewelry store, looking for some salespersons in small suits, it seems unprofessional.

In fact, it doesn't matter if everyone understands antiques. The fact is that there are too few collectors who really understand antiques. In this business, 99% of the people we meet every year are fake insiders who do n’t understand at all. Those who buy things, especially care about feelings.

I bypassed these antiques and came to the third floor after several gates. Things on the first floor are not valuable, and there are safes on the second floor, which 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 gate on the third floor looks tattered, but it is actually made of tungsten steel. It uses the lock designed by the old locksmith that the third uncle was looking for. The organs are all inside the wall. The average person can't open it unless they bomb with explosives.

The third floor is a large suite. Uncle San is a very enjoyable person but not exposed. He is not interested in many modern fun. All the mahogany things in this big suite are very expensive, but I actually prefer soft sofas compared to these, so I know that since I want 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 the drawers are empty and there is some thin dust.

This shows that these drawers were bought from furniture to the present and have never let things go.

Has no life.

A single old man, in addition to some of his handicap items: account books, tea cups, tea leaves, and then 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 returned 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. On his desk was a desk lamp, an incense burner, a telephone, and some pen and paper. It was exactly the same as before I left.

Is a bit decent. It is a computer, but it is a very old-fashioned computer with a monitor of only fifteen inches. 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 wanted to feel 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.

Is this the same for Uncle San every day?

No wonder he would be so entangled that if he is too poor to pay the water bill, there may not be such an ending.

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

Is born, people exist for worries. 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 for myself 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, shaved my beard, took a shower, and then called a man who was in charge of the job and told him that I wouldn't see the guest today and I would 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 very difficult. Various dreams made me wake up more than once. On several occasions, I felt that Pan Zi was covered with blood and stood beside me.

I didn't feel a little fear, only despair, that kind of despair devoured me all the time.