Daomu Biji

Chapter 59: return

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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 cleverly avoided all the places where I would grow a beard, otherwise my current beard should have grown into my flesh under the mask.

I used to think that growing a little beard would make you look good. Now, it seems that not everyone is suitable for growing a beard. In particular, there is such an old face full of stubble, plus clothes that don’t fit. Going up like a certain handsome man in the scavenger world.

Hearing Xiaohua said that in ancient China, people wearing masks had to use potions to destroy all the pores on their facial skin. The process was painful.

Not being able to grow a beard is not particularly tragic for people like me. However, I am grateful that they did not do this.

It was the latest bus, and there were only me and a student-like girl on the bus.

The girl has been wearing headphones, looking out the window here, her eyes are very blurred. She wears a braid, which is very clean and has a very special temperament.

I couldn't help but think of the cloud, and the feeling in my heart was beyond words.

From the moment I set off in Guangxi, I have been straining my emotions, and now looking at the street lights flashing by the side of the road, all kinds of pain in my heart are leaking out bit by bit.

I closed my eyes and tried not to cry. The cries of the fat man still echoed around me, and I remembered the painting of the clouds, the us in the painting, the us who went to Panai for the first time.

Although our hearts are full of doubts, we seem to be very happy, because at that time, our destiny is still in our own hands.

What is ridiculous is that everything we do next is to bring the destiny we hold 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 been relieved.

My inner demons have not faded away, or that, when I come back this time, I don't even think it is an end.

I deeply know that I just came back to be a passer-by, and the matter did not end, but continued without pause.

The end of the car was on Kaixuan Road, and I came down to drive home. It was midnight, looking at the familiar streets, contrasting my mentality of returning to Hangzhou several times before.

The first few times I felt tired when I returned to Hangzhou, I would never go to such a place again. This time must be the last time. This was a common thought at the time.

But not this time. I lit a cigarette, and after getting out of the car, I was suddenly shocked when I saw everything in front of me.

In front of me, is the third uncle's shop.

Shouldn't I go home? I was in a daze. I suddenly remembered that the address I told the driver when I got on the bus was Sanshu's home.

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 had already left.

Standing in a dark alley, I couldn't help but feel amused. I took out the key Pan Zi gave me before coming to the iron door, took a breath, and opened it.

There was no light in the whole small bungalow. I walked into the yard and saw San Uncle’s potted plants.

Because the gardener takes care of them, the potted plants grow very well and are scattered all around. The tea table that Sanshu usually uses to drink tea is placed in the middle of the yard.

This is where Sanshu usually lives. I stayed here for a few days, but I didn't expect that this time I would come back to this place.

I didn't enter the house right away because I didn't know what I could do. I don't want to wander in such a house in such a midnight.

I don't know why, the rest of my life makes me very resistant. If I can start later, let's start later.

Sitting on the tea chair, I wrapped my clothes tightly and looked at the night sky without moving until dawn.

It is the gardener who comes here every day that wakes me up. When I opened my eyes, a face was looking at me inexplicably.

"My boss, are you back? Why are you sleeping here?"

"Uncle He?" I replied in a daze, and immediately realized that it was wrong, and immediately changed my words, "Old Ho, came here so early?"

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

I nodded and looked inside the house. The hourly workers hadn't come yet. Uncle San will have hourly cleaning every day, but it is limited to the third floor. The second and third floors are the places where the goods are released.

Most people who engage in antiquities don't like particularly clean and modern decoration design. Generally, antique sellers like to put everything messy in order to satisfy the customer's mentality.

Because choosing goods among the messy antiques will give people a more assured feeling. Many regional antique shops like to throw antiques on the ground for sale, and the same is true.

If it does the same as any jewelry store, it would be unprofessional to find some salespersons in small suits.

In fact, it’s fine if everyone understands antiques. In fact, there are too few collectors who really understand antiques.

Ninety-nine percent of the people we meet every year in this industry are false experts who don't understand it at all. These people who buy things care especially about feelings.

I bypassed these antiques and went through a few gates to the third floor. Everything on the first floor was not worthwhile, and there was a safe on the second floor, which was slightly better.

The real good things are kept in the secret room on the third floor of Uncle San when they are not open.

The access control on the third floor looked tattered. In fact, they were all made of tungsten steel. They used the lock designed by the old locksmith that San Shu asked for. The mechanisms were all inside the walls. Most people couldn't open them unless they were bombarded with explosives.

The third floor is a large suite. The third uncle is a very enjoyable but not exposed person. He is not interested in a lot of modern fun.

All the mahogany items in this large suite are very expensive, but compared to these, I actually prefer soft sofas, so I know that since I am going to live here for a long time, I must add something.

In fact, when I lived here last time, I found out that Sanshu actually had a very hard life. When he was young, he experienced too much and enjoyed too much. What kind of woman, wealth, and status are already on him. It's totally unattractive.

In his entire room, there are a lot of furniture, calligraphy and paintings, four treasures of the study and other toys. In fact, if you open his drawers, you will find that almost all the drawers are empty, and there is some thin dust.

This shows that these drawers have never left anything since they were bought from furniture.

No life.

A single old man, in addition to some things in his handicap: ledger, tea cups, tea, and then a lot of ancient books used to decorate.

The books are all authentic ancient books, but it can be seen that the third uncle has basically never turned it over. The most that can be found in his room are all kinds of out-of-date newspapers.

This place is too big for him, and he doesn't have so much content to fill these drawers.

After I came back from Xisha, I searched this place thoroughly, so I knew where the things I was interested in were.

Sanshu’s archaeological investigation team’s documents were basically useless, but I still plan to read it again, but not now.

I was sitting in front of his desk. On his desk were a lamp, an incense burner, a telephone, and some pens and papers. Exactly the same as before I left.

A little more decent, it's a computer, but it's a very old-fashioned computer. The display is only 15 inches. San Shu usually uses it to play card games and read an electronic account book. He doesn't know how to use a computer, but only uses a mouse to do a simple operation. The system inside is also the original Windows 2000 installed, without a network card, and can't access the Internet at all.

I closed my eyes and wanted to feel if I could fall asleep. Although I felt tired, maybe it was because of the intensive activities in the ground during this period that I had become accustomed to such high-intensity fatigue. I didn't have any sleepiness at all.

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

Is it true that Sanshu is like this every day, thinking wildly behind this table

No wonder he was so entangled. If he was too poor to pay the water bill, maybe there would be no such ending.

Humans are really strange creatures. Their most important purpose is to survive, but survival is often not the person's biggest worry. When people meet all their needs, they tend to find an unsolvable trouble for themselves.

By nature, people exist for troubles. 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 during this time I must find something to do for myself, otherwise I will be driven to death by all kinds of memories. Pan Zi is no longer there. Although I am not going to announce his death, without him, many things will not be as smooth as before.

There are also the dumb sister and the second uncle. The former is the person I have to persuade. As for the second uncle, I'd better not meet him unless I meet him, because he is so smart that I can never hide it from him. he. There are still seven days to take off my mask. In order to deal with emergencies, I should have something to do.

I went to the toilet of the third uncle's house, hung up my beard, took a shower, and then called a man in charge of the house and told him that I would not see a guest today, and that I would sleep for one day. Then I climbed onto the bed, turned on the TV and played cartoons, and kept seeing me falling asleep.

I slept very hard. Various dreams made me awakened more than once. Several times I felt that I saw Pan Zi standing beside me covered with blood.

I didn't feel any fear, I just felt hopeless, that kind of despair swallowed me all the time.