If you want to ask me how I felt at the time, I would only tell you with a trembling tooth, "It's so scary!"
so horrible. Someone has been paying attention to you and observing you without knowing it, and they can push back step by step, recording a starting point, a source that at least seems to be like a birth certificate-if you insist on me To describe this horrible feeling, I can only make an analogy: it's as if a mouse hit a cat that can tell it where the mouse's nest is.
"Strange! Strange!" The old guy said so unexpectedly, "You can easily read the works of the seven of my brothers one by one in a few moments, and you really can be called a person of geniuses and supernatural powers. It’s a pity—oh! It’s a pity that every book cannot be finalized, and I don’t know if the talents of my seven brothers are not enough to show others after all? Or is the fate between you and us not enough?" In the inner pocket of the flannel suit-style jacket, he took out a business card and handed it to me, and then asked: "Would you take the liberty to ask you a question: when is your birthday?"
It's definitely because the sense of horror is too compelling. I told him without even thinking, "May 10 of the lunar calendar in 1957—"
Before I finished speaking, the old guy shook his head violently: "Finished! Stop! Stop!" At this moment, I was looking down and reading the card with densely packed titles-those titles included "Chinese Fate "Association Director", "Vice Chairman of Chinese Academy of Numerology", "Honorary Supervisor of Asian Society of Astronomy and Humanity", "Consultant of World Astrology Divination Promotion Association"... and so on, there are no fewer than seven or eight lines, and then the original paragraph: "Zhijizi". I looked up again and saw that the machine held the woolen hat on the top with both hands, and then gave me a fist slightly Xingshi) said: "We will have a period later. Definitely." At this moment, I suddenly remembered: Isn't the author of the "Summary of Qimen Dunjia Technique" the author of Zhijizi? At the moment, he turned around involuntarily and glanced at the bookshelf on the north side. After a second, where is the figure of Zhijizi
It would be an exaggeration to treat this peculiar but insignificant experience as a secret, but I have never talked about it publicly. There is only one person who shared this experience with me: the historical novelist Gao Yang. At that time, I had no reason to step into the novel business. I published some works, won several awards, and published one or two books. By chance, I replaced a friend who was not able to do so in a literary magazine's "Writers and Readers Traveling in Japan" tour group. My friend was selected as a long-term subscriber of the magazine and became a lucky reader who can travel with the writer. It's a pity that she was busy getting engaged, so she gave me the spot. In other words: Although I am a writer, in the tour group, I am actually just a lucky reader—or even a substitute for a lucky reader. This is very good, it fits my mouse's low-profile behavior. However, the organizer deliberately introduced me to Gao Yang, the representative of the writer in the tour group (perhaps out of a kind of compliment to humanity)-afterwards I speculated that one of their motives for doing this was to make me take responsibility every day. Ask Gao Yang to get up in the morning. Gao Yang has a bad temper, and the editors or readers of the magazines waiting for him to wake up may turn his eyes to a blind eye. Since I have the identity of a writing colleague, I shouldn't eat his head; and even if I ate, I probably won't make a lot of noise. Unexpectedly, during that seven-day and six-night trip, Gao Yang and I actually booked a friendship as a teacher and friend. The reason for this is of course related to the matter of Zhiji.