"I left a piece of wood on him, which can help him delay aging, in other words, increase lifespan. No one would be unwilling to exchange a mere five hundred for a few years of life." Lian Daozhen said naturally with a look on his face. , Look at his expression, as great as he is doing good deeds without leaving a name.
Stealing is definitely not good, but even Daozhen is right. Five hundred yuan can be used for a few years of life. What is more than a good value? But, how do I think this is a fallacy...
Regardless of whether Lian Dao's behavior is right or wrong, in terms of value, we give to others more than he loses. And I believe that if that person knows the truth, not only will he not be held accountable for theft, but he will cry and pay, hoping to live a few more years.
Human beings are so strange that their moral values are always inconsistent with values.
With 500 yuan in my hand, I found a very small hotel nearby and opened an hourly room. Lien Dao and I are really people without ID cards, so we can only live in such a tattered and unpopular place.
The girl at the front desk looked at me and Lien Daozhen staying in the store, and asked in a very surprised tone: "Just the two of you? The hourly room?"
I knew at a glance that she was an evil woman, and said, "I think there are few people, so why don't you come too?"
She blushed and said shyly that she had...
I really want to ask her what is in the house? Cucumber, radish and eggplant? But after all, he was thin-skinned, not a person who could molest a girl.
After opening the room, I borrowed a charger at the front desk and sent Lian Daozhen to find something to eat nearby. For some reason, if I haven't eaten in the past few days, I won't feel very hungry. To me, eating seems to be just a memory and a habit. I can feel the changes in my body, and this change makes me a little nervous.
I turned on the battery while charging in the room. I searched for the battery, but I saw a text message that I didn't know when. The text message said: "Dude, do you remember me? I’m Zuo Yan! We saw it in Xi’an Terracotta Warriors and Horses! We cracked that password paper! You always can’t get through the phone. After you see the text message, you have time to give me Come back."
Zuo Yan...
In my mind, a gentle glasses brother immediately appeared. Then I remembered that in Xi'an, Zuo Yan did make a copy of the stroke code left by Er uncle. He also said that if he can crack it, he will call me.
I almost forgot about this, because the stroke was too complicated, and I never had time to think about it. After adding that the backpack was lost, many things were ignored...
Unexpectedly, he actually helped me crack the stroke code!
I am a little excited, because this is a clue that has a lot to do with the second uncle. The fragments and letters were left more than ten years ago, but the stroke code was only told to his father after the second uncle's death. Obviously, the things recorded on this paper are very important!
I flipped through the phone records and found that the number that hadn't been picked up before was indeed Zuo Yan's number. I forcibly suppressed my irritated mood and called back after the phone's power had recovered a little bit.
There was nice pure music on the phone, very familiar, it seemed to be which song by Beethoven. Before I listened carefully, the phone was connected, and Zuo Yan's unfamiliar and excited voice immediately sounded: "Is it Zuo Tianyang?"
"it's me… "
"I thought I had a wrong number, but I never got through! Are you busy?"
"Uh..." I thought about the experience of Shihuang Mausoleum, Taohuayuan, Chi Youzhong, and then said: "It's a bit busy..."
"Oh, do you have time to listen to me?"
"I won't call you back if I don't have time..."
"Haha... You must have read the text message, are you also very excited!"
"I'm really excited... If you don't mind..." I said helplessly: "Just tell me the answer, I'm already curious to die!"
"Of course. But this kind of stroke code is really difficult. Many of us have studied it together for almost two weeks before we can crack it." Zuo Yan was obviously over-excited. of. I'm not good at urging him, so I have to be patient and wait. Anyway, waiting for so many days is not bad for a few minutes. After a while, Zuo Yan's excitement eased. He said: "According to our research, we have ruled out many unreliable combinations, and finally determined one, that is...Professor Mo Xinshu!"
Mo Xinshu? professor
This indeed looks like the correct answer, not for other reasons, just the last two words, Professor.
The second uncle is an archaeologist. There are many people he can find, but those who can help him in the field of archaeology can only be people of the same kind or people who know this aspect well. And professors, as we all know, refer to people who pass on the profession of teaching and have extremely high talents in a certain field.
The name Mo Xinshu is really peculiar. Judging from the name, this person should be a maverick and doesn't like to follow the script. Perhaps it is precisely because of this personality that the second uncle who has a connection with the myth can find him.
It’s just that I’m not sure if the second uncle’s name left me to ask me to find Professor Mo or what to do.
Having said that, even if I want to find it, how should I find it
There are billions of people in China, how many have the surname Mo? There are tens of millions, but millions should be there, right? Although I have a full name and I am a professor, I can narrow it down, but I am not a policeman, nor do I have the technology to use ordinary computers to find a person with only a name and title.
I was a little embarrassed. At this moment, Lian Daozhen opened the door and walked in. He was holding some stewed vegetables in his hand and placed it on the table. Seeing me holding the phone with a dazed expression on his face, he asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"
"Second Uncle's stroke code is cracked." I said.
"So shouldn't you be happy? How come you have such a face." Lian Dao was really puzzled.
I told him what I thought. After Lian Daozhen listened to it, I thought about it, and then said: "Since your second uncle left the stroke code to your father, instead of letting Professor Mo come to you directly, maybe it's because he thinks you Does my father know Professor Mo?"
"Yes!" My eyes lit up, and my father was also a teacher, and he was also a teacher in the history department. History is inseparable from archaeology. So, if my father knows a professor in the history or archaeology department, that's normal!
I jumped up and hugged Lien Daojin, almost excited to kiss him. At this time, a crisp sound sounded at the door: "May I need to heat... uh..."
I turned my head and saw that the girl at the front desk was standing at the door carrying a water bottle with a dazed expression on her face. Before I could react, her face flushed suddenly, and she quickly said, "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm bothering you... You continue, I will help you close the door."
The door slammed shut, I was stunned, and asked Lian Daozhen: "What is she doing?"
"How do I know?" Lien Daozhen said, "However, if you want to make a call, I agree very much."
"Ah? Why do you say that." I was a little puzzled, because Lian Dao really seemed to have something in his words.
"You should understand that there is a group of people looking for you. Although you leave home and take the danger away from your parents, they should miss you very much if you haven't contacted you for so long. Being a child, being in touch is also a kind of filial piety." Daozhen said.
"It's not that I don't want to contact, I'm just afraid that it will cause trouble to them." I explained.
"In my opinion, this is just your excuse. In fact, you are afraid of your own changes and that your family will change. You are afraid that when you face them again, you will find that everything has changed." Lian Daozhen said.
His words hit the nail on the head, and utterly punish the heart. Although I don't want to admit it, I can't deny it either.
Yes, I'm just afraid that everything will change. I am afraid that my parents will not recognize me again. I am afraid that I cannot accept the blow. I am afraid a lot, a lot...
"Change does not mean a bad thing." Lien Dao really said seriously: "However, if you are unwilling to face change because you are afraid of change, it is a cowardly performance. A man should stand upright, no matter where you are in front of you. It's still a tiger's den, if you need it, then you can bravely break into it! Escape is never the solution to things."
His words touched me deeply, because every sentence and every word were spoken to my heart. I sighed, knowing that I might never be able to act like Lien Daozhen, a person who stands upright and doesn't fear anything.
but!
I can't be afraid of the changes with my parents. Even if I know that I am not their own children, the grace of nurturing in the past 18 years will never be forgotten. They are always my father and mother.
There is always my home.
For my parents, for my family, what do I have to fear
I raised my head and said thank you to Lien Daozhen, and then pressed my father's phone number hard.
The familiar and unfamiliar beep sounded, and his father was such a simple person, even if it was a ring tones, he never used it. He has always believed that everything should be natural and what it should be.
The beep sounded five times, and then it went through. I heard my father's voice coming from inside: "Tianyang?"
The voice was a little hoarse and unexpected, and I almost cried. Ren Daozhen patted me on the shoulder, then walked aside. I held back my tears and said to the phone, "Dad, it's me..."
There was silence on the phone for a while, and then my father's voice became more hoarse: "You, how are you... If you are not used to it, please come back."
In his voice, I heard an anxious, worried, and unexplainable feeling. That is a father's deepest love for his son. He was worried about me, yes, he never forgot about me, or wanted to abandon me.
At that moment, my tears couldn't stop falling.
I cried very loudly, like a child who was wronged.
My father didn't comfort me, he was just silent, but I can imagine that he must be as sad as I am. It's just that he is a father, so when the child is crying, he can only accompany and miss him, but can't vent the deepest grief in his heart. (End of this chapter)