Chapter 64 Chapter 13 Return

In the evening of that day, I took off from Bailian Airport, landed at Shanghai Hongqiao Airport, and then took the airport bus from Shanghai back to Hangzhou. In the toilet at Hongqiao Airport, I saw my own face.The mask very cleverly avoids all the places where I would grow a beard, otherwise my beard should have grown into my flesh through the mask.I used to think that growing a beard would make me a man, but now it seems that not everyone is suitable for growing a beard, especially with such an old face full of beards and ill-fitting clothes. Looks like some hunk from the scavenger world.

I heard Xiaohua say that in ancient China, people who wore this kind of mask had to use water to destroy all the pores of the facial skin, and the process was very painful.Not being able to grow a beard is not a particularly tragic thing for people like me, but I'm still glad they didn't do it. It was the last bus, and there was only me and a girl who looked like a student on the bus.The girl had been wearing earphones and was looking out the window with blurred eyes.She wears a braid, which is very clean and has a very special temperament. I couldn't help thinking of the clouds again, and the feeling in my heart was indescribable.From the moment I set off from Guangxi, I have been tense with my emotions. 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, trying not to cry.The crying of the fat man is still echoing in my ears, and I think of the picture of Yun Cai, us in the picture, the first time we went to Banai.Although our hearts are full of mysteries, we seem to be very happy, because at that time, our destiny is still in our own hands. The ridiculous thing is that everything we do next is to send all the destiny we hold in our hands to the current situation. What is the fear I still have in my heart?Even in the midst of such emotions, I still feel that any entanglement in my heart has not been relieved. My demons haven't subsided, or, this time around, I don't even think it's an end.I deeply know that I just came back to be a passer-by, and the matter is not over, but is continuing without a pause.

The terminus of the car was at Kaixuan Road, and I got down and took a taxi home.It was already midnight, looking at the familiar streets, compared with the mentality of returning to Hangzhou several times before.Those few times, my first feeling when I returned to Hangzhou was exhaustion: never go to that kind of place again, this time must be the last time.This was a common thought at the time. But not this time.I'm not tired, I even have a feeling that I'm not. "If you go on like this, you will be very ill." Be sick.I lit a cigarette, got out of the car, and looked at everything in front of me, suddenly stunned.

In front of me is Uncle San's shop. Shouldn't I go home?I was in a trance, and suddenly remembered that the address I told the driver when I got in the car was my third uncle's home. I can't go back to my home, even if I go back to Hangzhou, I have to live here. I turned around and the taxi had already left.Standing in the dark alley, I couldn't help feeling amused. I took out the key that Pan Zi had given me before from my pocket, came to the iron gate, took a breath, and opened it. The whole small bungalow had no lights, so I walked into the yard and saw Uncle San’s potted plants.Because of the gardener's care, the potted plants are growing very well, and they are scattered here and there.The tea table that Uncle San usually uses to drink tea is placed in the middle of the yard.

This is where Uncle San usually lives.I have stayed here for a few days, but I never thought that this time I would come back to this place. I didn't go into the house right away, because I didn't know what I could do with it.I don't want to wander in such a house in such a midnight.I don't know why, but 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, looked at the night sky, and remained motionless until dawn. It was the gardener who came here every day that woke me up.When I opened my eyes, a face was looking at me inexplicably.

"Boss, are you back? Why are you sleeping here?" "Uncle He?" I replied in a daze, and immediately realized that something was wrong, and immediately changed my words, "Old He, you came so early?" "Go back to your room, it's cold, my master." Lao He said. I nodded and looked inside the house, the hourly worker hadn't come yet.Uncle San has hourly workers cleaning here every day, but only on the third floor, and the second and first floors are where the goods are put away. Most people who deal in antiques do not like particularly clean and modern decoration design. Generally, those who sell antiques like to arrange all their things in a mess. Feel more at ease.Many regional antique shops like to throw antiques on the ground and sell them for the same reason.If it is the same as any jewelry store, it will look unprofessional if you find some salespersons in small suits.

In fact, it would be fine if everyone knew about antiques. The fact is, there are too few collectors who really understand antiques.In this line of work, ninety-nine percent of the people we meet every year are fake experts who don't understand at all.People who buy things especially care about feeling. I bypassed these antiques and went through several gates to the third floor. The things on the first floor were worthless, but there was a safe on the second floor, and the things were a little better.The really good things are kept in the secret room on the third floor of the third uncle when they are not open.The access control on the third floor looks dilapidated, but it is actually made of tungsten steel. The locks are designed by the old locksmith that the third uncle found.

The third floor is a large suite.Uncle San is a person who enjoys himself very much but does not show it. He is not interested in many modern pleasures.All the mahogany stuff in this big suite is pretty expensive, but I actually prefer a soft sofa to that, so I knew I'd have to add something since I was going to be here for a significant amount of time. In fact, when I lived here last time, I already discovered that my third uncle actually lived a very hard life. For a person like him who experienced too much and enjoyed too much when he was young, women, wealth, and status are all over him. Totally unattractive.In his entire room, there are a lot of playthings such as furniture, calligraphy and painting, and the four treasures of the study. In fact, when 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 contained anything since the furniture was bought. no life. A single old man, except for some things that he owns: ledgers, teacups, tea leaves, and many ancient books for decoration.The books are all genuine ancient books, but it can be seen that the third uncle has basically never read them.The most that can be found in his room are all kinds of expired newspapers. This place is too big for him, and he doesn't have so much content to fill all these drawers. After I came back from Xisha, I did a thorough search here, so I know where the things I am interested in are.The documents that the third uncle investigated the archaeological team back then were basically useless, but I still plan to read them again, just not now.

I sat in front of his desk. On his desk were a lamp, an incense burner, a telephone, and some pens and paper.Exactly the same as before I left. The more decent one is a computer, but it is a very old-fashioned computer with a 15-inch monitor. Third Uncle usually uses it to play card games and read some electronic ledgers.He doesn't know how to use a computer, and can only use a mouse to do some simple operations. The system inside is also the original Windows 2000. There is no network card, and he can't access the Internet at all. I closed my eyes and wanted to feel if I could fall asleep. Although I felt a little tired, maybe it was because of the intensive ground activities during this period that I was used to such high-intensity fatigue, and I didn't feel any sleepiness at all. I took out my phone and sent everyone a text message that I had arrived, and then took a deep breath, suddenly not knowing what to do. Could it be that third uncle is like this every day, thinking wildly behind this desk? No wonder he was so entangled. If he was so poor that he couldn't even pay the water bill, maybe there would be no such ending. Man is a strange creature.Their most important purpose is to survive, but survival is often not the person's biggest worry.When people have all their needs met, they tend to find for themselves an unsolvable problem. Human beings are born to be troubled.Also, even figuring out the problem doesn't help.There are always some troubles that people have to provoke even if they understand the truth, just like me now. I touched my face and knew that I had to find something to do for myself during this time, otherwise I would be forced to death by various memories.Pan Zi is no longer here. Although I am not going to announce his death, without him, many things will not be as smooth as before. There is also the dumb sister and the second uncle, the former is the person I have to convince; for the second uncle, I'd better not meet him, because he is too smart, I absolutely can't hide it over him.With seven days left to take off my mask, I should have something to do in case of an emergency. I went to the toilet of my third uncle's house, shaved my beard, took a shower, and then called one of the men in charge and told him that I didn't see any guests today and I was going to sleep all day.Then I climbed into bed, turned on the TV and watched cartoons, and fell asleep all the time. This sleep was very difficult, and various dreams woke me up more than once. Several times I felt that I saw Pan Zi standing beside me covered in blood. I didn't feel a little fear, just despair, and that despair devoured me all the time.