I met Sekine at a cross-strait tea party in Xiamen. I have completely forgotten the content of the tea party. I only remember that it was a forum about jade, and the content was very boring.I'm not a very devout jadeite player, collecting this kind of thing is just a temporary idea, so I slipped out during the tea break.He was one of the many people who sneaked out with me at the time. The two of us were chatting in the lounge outside, only to find out that the other was a writer, but I have now changed my career to a publisher, and he is still suffering. That conversation was very congenial, probably because we have too many things in common: the same childhood that was not sunny; People" can resonate, and we quickly started to talk.

Of course, I can't deny that another reason is that Sekine is very friendly, and it's hard not to feel good about him with his calm and calm gestures.It's a pity that I am no longer a little girl. Although this kind of charm makes me feel comfortable, it can't make me like him any further. After that parting, we became good friends.Later, when he went to Taiwan, he would send fishing clocks to me from Taiwan almost every two months, and he never tired of it.And asked me to send him Hangzhou mung bean cakes with the same frequency.We try to change brands every time, and then exchange ideas.

This relationship has been maintained for a year, which particularly moved me.In today's society, very few people can do one thing so persistently, and it lasts for such a long time.I thought our communication could last forever, but at the end of that year, his parcels stopped for the first time. This surprised me a little. I even suspected that the EMS courier could not deliver the package because of the wrong contact number or name. So I didn’t know how many times I went to the post office that month, but I returned disappointed.I wanted to ask him what happened, but found that I couldn't find him either online or by phone.

I originally thought that he was avoiding the hustle and bustle of urban life and the pressure of work. This trick is common among modern white-collar workers, but there was still no news for two months.Some time later, I heard from a Taiwanese friend that he had resigned from all his jobs in Taiwan in April of that year. He was seen leaving home and never returned.At that time, he paid the rent for several months in advance. When his friend entered his house, his computer had been turned on for seven or eight months. However, there was no data software in it. The police verified that the computer was the same as when it was newly bought There is hardly any difference.Not only the computer, but all the items inside have hardly been used.

In other words, others thought that he lived and lived here, but in fact he had never lived here at all. So why would he pay so much for a house he doesn't live in at all?Where did he live during his time in Taiwan? Nobody knows. Now, there is no clue where he went, and he just disappeared. I don't know what happened to him, I'm worried and feel helpless.Based on the relationship between me and him, I seem to have nothing more to do, I can only pray for him silently while watching the news.Afterwards, I inquired about him in the circle, and learned that Sekine was only his pseudonym, and no one knew his real name.

It really surprised me that a seemingly simple person disappeared without leaving any clues. However, I soon forgot about it.Because no matter how bizarre, this person has little to do with my life itself. I thought that the matter might end like this, but unexpectedly, half a year later, I suddenly received a big package from him.The package was sent out a few days ago, and inside were six large boxes of fishing bells and a thick stack of notes. Overjoyed, I called him immediately, only to find that the number had been logged off. I was very strange and picked up the manuscript paper.At this time, fine grains of sand fell from the gaps in the paper.

This is the first time I have seen "Sand Sea". There is a story about the desert recorded in the note, it is difficult to define what category it belongs to, I was sitting next to the package, while eating the fishing bell while reading it, after reading it, I have decided that this will be It is an outstanding travel story, because when I walked out of the novel, I felt extremely thirsty, and it seemed that I still had the taste of the desert in my nostrils. I really want to ask him, is this note about the desert really recorded in the desert, did he really go to the mysterious desert forbidden zone he wrote about?But it is destined not to get an answer.

So where do these grains of sand come from?Did it drip from between those words, from the sand-ravaged world in his notes?That's all I can think of. This was the last time this man named Guan Gen appeared in this world. Afterwards, whether it was by my side or in the whole circle, this name never appeared again.