The Longevity Project

Chapter 143: Photos and empty houses (4)

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With Bai Ye's temperament, things that have no spectrum will not come to me and say that once the Zhenger Bajing starts to come up, it is something that has already been determined. "How can I be so sure?"

"This is actually a coincidence." Bai Ye smiled, "The old shop is located in the center of the city. Although it occupies a large area, it is still a bit compact. I am planning to build a house for processing medicinal materials in the suburbs. I have been working on this in the past two days. My child is so busy that my head is dizzy."

"If you get a bargain, you still sell well. This is the old man who is paving the way for you. He will also have a qualification when he is accepted back to the hall in the future." I snorted, "Go on."

"Hey, it's still Xiao Ning, your eyes are like a torch." Bai Ye poured me a cup of tea, "I have been looking for a better place to build a medicinal material hall these days, and finally I chose the flower mountain not far away from the city."

"Huashan is the general term for several small hills in the county. Some people lived on it many years ago. Now it has been abandoned. The scenery on the mountain is not good. There are not many people going up the mountain after a year. This is exactly what I wanted. , The environment is quiet, the daylight is good, and the land price is low. Yesterday I took a few people to investigate there."

"You know, the place where we put the medicinal materials is firstly lit, but dry, and the family believes in Feng Shui. Soon we found a most suitable place in Huashan."

"However, in this place, a building that had been abandoned for many years was just built." Bai Ye looked at me, "A building from the Republic of China period looks very dilapidated."

Hearing this, I also understood, pointing to the building behind the man in the second photo, "You mean, the building in the Republic of China that has been abandoned for many years in Huashan is the one in the photo?"

Bai Ye nodded, "Yeah, I have seen these photos before, and I have a very familiar feeling in Huashan. After I came back, I remembered that the deserted house on Huashan is not the one in the photo?"

"But time goes by, and people are right and wrong. The face of the person under the tree is still the same, but the building is no longer before." He sighed.

"Can you be sure?"

Bai Ye snorted, "I know you won't believe it easily, so I specially found the location where I shot that year and took another one." Then he took out the phone, turned it over a few times and handed it to me, "This is yesterday afternoon. Photographed."

I took it, and on the screen of the phone, there was a dark green layered canopy in the distance, and in the middle of the lens was a desolate building with no original color.

Two photos spanning decades, portray the vicissitudes of the same place over the years.

Similar mountains, similar buildings, similar trees, and similar roads. The difference is that decades have passed, the human breath is missing and replaced by the desolation of the wilderness. There are no neat bricks and tiles, and more weeds that break through walls. And, missing the man under the tree, there was an empty thatch that followed the wind.

"Are you going to have a look?" Bai Ye grabbed the phone. I realized that I had been watching it for a long time.

Leaning on the sofa, thinking about the various experiences, it seems that there is always a transparent line connecting everything, but I can't find its existence, knowing it is pulling me, I still want to follow it.

"Go." I sighed, subconsciously thinking that this decision will cause a chain reaction, "Then this house," I clicked on the building in the photo, "Do you know its property owner?"

"There were still a few households in the Huashan area in the Republic of China, but now that everyone can be found, it has long been nationalized, and Xuanhuitang can photograph it at any time if he wants to."

"Then you don't know the past of this deserted house?"

"Right." (End of this chapter)