Chapter 5 Chapter Five: The Mystery of "Seven"

Xinhong turned the paper over in confusion, and saw that there were dense numbers of "seven" written on the back of the paper!All are "seven"!We took a piece of paper and looked around and couldn't figure out why.What does the "seven" mean?What does it mean or imply? "Oh, don't think about it so much, we may have an answer when we go to Tianshan Mountain tomorrow." I patted Xinhong on the shoulder and said comfortingly. Unexpectedly, Xinhong immediately interrupted me and said, "Jinwei, you want to go too? No! You have to know that this trip to Tianshan may be dangerous. You should go back to work quickly!"

I have lived in Xinhong's house since I was 10 years old. Uncle Zou treats me like my own son. I have always been very grateful to Uncle Zou.Since he said that this trip may be dangerous, I have to go with him no matter what, and this is Uncle Zou's business, and it can be regarded as my business.So, I replied with some annoyance: "No? You can't do it if you say no? If you don't let me go, I will follow you secretly as soon as you leave! Besides, my uncle also asked me to come back and talk about things together. , he also gave me a hint in the dream, of course I have to look for that 'it' thing!"

Xinhong smiled and said, "Are you still afraid that I will swallow 'it' after I find it?" "That's not true. It's okay for me to go there to play, and it's time to practice the theory we learned. I will help, don't underestimate me!" "But, I'm afraid of you... You can't make any mistakes in this kind of thing. It's not like you used to mess around in school. If you want to go, you have to listen to me!" Xinhong knew that he couldn't hold me back. In fact, Xinhong said that I did a lot of nonsense in school.When I was in college, I had a crush on a girl in the next class for more than a year, but I never had the courage to confess to her.Later, encouraged by the brothers in the same dormitory, I finally wrote a love letter full of love.However, every time I see her, I can't take the hand holding the love letter out of my pocket. After passing N times like this, the love letter has long been crumpled by me. up.Finally one day, I am afraid that even the courage of the next life will be overdrawn. As soon as I saw that girl, I stuffed the crumpled "love letter" into her hand, and then I didn't even look at it. It seems to have escaped.The next day, the girl called and said she wanted to meet me. I was nervous and excited to meet her in the dim light.Who knew that girl looked at me anxiously and said, "Why did you give me a hundred yuan yesterday?" I almost fainted at that time.After that incident, my roommates made fun of me until I graduated.That's how I do things unreliably, and I often mess around.In the past, high school English tests were basically multiple-choice questions. The way the teacher judged the paper was to find a paper, burn a hole in the place where there was a cigarette butt in the correct answer, and then cover it on the test paper of the classmate. If there is a hole, it will be ticked Or if you draw a circle, you are considered to have answered the question correctly.I ticked all the options. Later, when the teacher marked the paper, I got 100 points. The teacher also praised me, saying that my grades had improved.This incident was not discovered by the teacher until graduation. Only Xinhong, who was at the same table, knew about it, but he magnanimously covered me up.

I knew that Xinhong was going to enumerate my crimes back then, so I quickly rolled my eyes at him and said, "I know. I didn't succeed enough, and I failed more than I was opportunistic. But now I have corrected it, but why did I change it? What about a single?" Xinhong said with a smile: "It's good to know! Then you should hurry up and pack up your things. We will go to Xinjiang immediately after we ask for leave. Just don't cause trouble when you get there." After a while, I packed my things.I called our supervisor, and after some stalking that I do best, I finally got half a month off.I walked into Xinhong's room and told him about the vacation I had asked for.I saw that he was still holding that piece of paper to read, and kept muttering: "Seven, seven..."

"What are you thinking, what are you thinking! Don't get mad!" Xinhong raised his head and said, "What does this seven mean? Does it mean a place at 7,000 meters? But Tianshan Mountain is not so high, 700 meters, 70 meters is even more impossible." "You think too deeply, have you ever been in love?" I asked him. "Why do you ask this?" Xinhong scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Of course I haven't been in a relationship, and it's not like you don't know. Others think I'm boring!" Hehe, Xinhong is quite cute. I sat down and said, "Do you still remember when I was in college? I had a crush on that girl, and that yearning was so uncomfortable! What did I do to resolve it?"

Xinhong propped his chin with his hands, thinking: "You seem to often use paper to write that girl's name, and you write a lot of it once you write it. Don't you think that 'seven' is..." "Then it must be the same," I took the words and continued, "Anyway, it's the kind of person who likes but can't be together. Could it be your mother's name?" I regret it so much.Since I lived in his house, I haven't heard his mother mentioned by his father and son. Will I hurt him by saying it so bluntly? "How is it possible? My mother's name is Lu Lihai. There is no seven in her name. My father mentioned it to me once before."

Hearing Hiro's answer, I felt as if my heart had been electrocuted.Lu Lihai?Could it be Xiao Lu that old curator Cha said?It turns out that the Xiao Lu that the old curator Zha mentioned is Xinhong's mother. It seems that Xinhong doesn't know anything about her mother, and the old curator Zha is unwilling to tell us.I was about to tell Xinhong what I heard in the old curator's office, but then I thought, since the old curator might have his reasons for not saying it, I suppressed what I said. However, Xinhong has said so, and I am embarrassed to insist on my own opinion.After all, he has a wife, so how can he say that "Seven" is Uncle Zou's other sweetheart?However, I still vaguely feel that this "seven" may be a person's name, maybe a close friend of my uncle or something.

Xinhong stood up. He took the piece of paper and was going to make a few copies of the "Book of Heaven", saying that it was just in case, and he was afraid of losing it.I got excited after reading it, and said, "Then you can print a few more copies, I want one too." After a while, Xinhong came back with a few copies.I took those papers and saw that he even copied the "seven" on the back of the original.Xinhong is really careful in handling things. If I take it to make a copy, I will definitely not print it on both sides.I took one and lay on the bed to read it, but I couldn't see anything when I turned it left and right.After a quick sleep, we boarded the train to Xinjiang before dawn the next day.

There were not many people on the train.But just sitting around like this is boring.Xinhong, who was sitting next to me, had already fallen asleep. He had been physically and mentally exhausted for several days, and he hadn't had a good rest.I took out a copy of the "Book from Heaven" and played around and folded it back and forth.Suddenly, I wanted to play a prank and reenact the masterpiece of the year.I secretly took out Xinhong's cigarettes and lighter from his pocket. Because I don't smoke, I had to make a bad move. I used his cigarettes to burn the test papers in high school before.He started smoking in high school.I lit the cigarette, turned the copy around, and burned a hole in every place where the "seven" was.However, the number of "sevens" on the back is really not that many. Some of the "sevens" are particularly large. I don't know if it is intentional or unintentional.Although there are many "seven", but I ironed very perfectly, except for the larger "seven", I almost ironed the rest of the same size.I'm really young.I put my "masterpiece" against the car window and admired my only work for several years, and I felt very good.

However, after I took a look, I found that something seemed a little strange?Could it be so?I quickly took out the pen from my bag, and nervously used my trembling hands to connect the holes I had burned out as I thought.When I connected the holes together, a pattern emerged that surprised me.