Wu Lan's little back is a kind of heart-wrenching back, an unforgettable back, a shocking back of ghosts and gods. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info After drying a bottle of Erguo head in an hour that day, Wu Lan went to the public toilet, but he didn't come back until we were all tall. I thought he had gone back to the courtyard first, and I didn't take it seriously, but when we went back to see that there was no one in the courtyard, we started looking for him everywhere. I turned around, but I didn't look at anyone, until I met Grandma Qi from the neighborhood committee looking for us at the mouth of the alley, and we knew that Wu Lan had fallen in the small alley not far from the toilet. When we arrived, Wu Lan's clothes, wallet, and newly bought pager were all ripped away, leaving only a pair of underwear, curled up under the wall, unconscious. Got him back to the small courtyard with all hands and feet, and Wu Lan slept for two days. Back to school, he was seriously ill, and he still read the goddess in the department on the bed, and after two days, he was better, and he didn't go downstairs, so he leaned on the bed and looked at the fallen leaves outside the window in a daze. Who ever thought that before the illness left, the punishment notice in the hospital came, destroying the school property, harassing the classmates, confronting the teacher, and expelling from the school. Who would have thought that Chuanxiang's meal would become Wu Lan's practice meal, and he didn't say goodbye to us and hurried back to his hometown.

thought that Wu Lan's departure would bring his story to an end, but the aftermath was like a mysterious fog in winter, lasting for a long time. About 96 years before the Spring Festival, Chao and I parted ways with Shijie and moved away from Sweet Water Garden to Tuanjie Lake. Suddenly, I received a pager and called, but it was Grandma Qi.

Grandma Qi lives in an alley south of the courtyard of Sweet Water Garden, and is the director of the neighborhood committee here. In his sixties, his body is very hard, his hands and feet are fast, and he is also enthusiastic. But at that time, the students of the Academy of Arts and Crafts had long hair, military boots, and torn jeans, not like good people, and the quality of the second-channel booksellers who entered the academy was poor, so Grandma Qi always looked at me with the eyes of a thief. Especially after I threw the jar, I let her keep an eye on it, and every once in a while I found a reason to come to the courtyard to have a look.

But at that time, I had an advantage, I had nothing to talk about, from seven or eight years old dolls to seventy or eighty aunts and uncles, there was nothing I couldn't talk about, and the energy to ask questions without shame was very pleasing. Grandma Qi's wife died early, her son always worked the night shift, and when no one was out during the day, I often chatted with her and made fun of her. After coming and going, Grandma Qi's prejudice is gone, seeing that we are down-to-earth, painting is not bad, and we are enthusiastic about our entrepreneurial life, so we go to the bookseller in Jintai Road Market if we have nothing to do, and volunteer to help us urge the manuscript fee. The good thing about piggybacking for me is that I can go to the south a lot to eat.

I thought Grandma Qi's phone was away for a long time, and I wanted to talk to me, but when I listened carefully, my heart was half cold. The dripping sound of the small courtyard is not an illusion, and the problem has been corrected by the Chaoyang masses.

It was already evening when I arrived at Grandma Qi's house, and before I could say hello when I entered the house, Grandma Qi had already spoken, "Jiezi, you didn't do anything hurtful, did you? Why did you bury the pager in the yard?" It looks like the first one Wu Lan lost, the pager buckle has a string of keys on it, it's stupid and thick, isn't it the school's classroom key? I didn't answer Grandma Qi's question, I hurriedly cut off the battery on my pager, put it in the pager, turned it on, and the light turned on.

I picked up the phone at Grandma Qi's house, quickly dialed the number of the pager, and in the sound of the beep connection, my heart mentioned the esophageal opening, itchy, maybe a mouth will jump out. A soft female voice helped me record the number of Wu Lan's pager, and I stared at the pager in my hand, and even forgot to thank me and forget to hang up the landline. In the beep of the landline phone, the pager vibrated violently, letting out a dripping scream, and the small light on the screen reflected a string of numbers, the phone number of Grandma Qi's house.

I threw the pager on the table, but I didn't look away. If, as Wu Nan said, the pager fell into the well in the basement of the old building, then how did it come to the underground of the courtyard of Sweetwater Garden, unless all this was a story made up by Wu Nan, but he paid the price of being expelled for it, what was the point of him lying? I looked at Grandma Qi in confusion, and Grandma Qi was also looking at me with a smile.

"Xiaojie, you must wonder how I found this pager, you should also guess where I found it, grandma can see that you don't know what happened, it doesn't matter, it's over, eat at my place, chat while eating, I can only tell what I know, yours, grandma doesn't want to know, but the yard you rented is better to return early." “

That night, I chatted with Grandma Qi until eleven o'clock, and the wind blew at the same time as the alley, and the fallen leaves were like rain, which hurt on my face. I didn't dare to walk at night, so I took a taxi back to Tuanjie Lake. In the unit rented at Tuanjiehu, turn on all the lights, light a cigarette, and think little by little. I can't doubt the truth of what Grandma Qi said, and I have seen Wu Lan's tragic experience in the whole thing with my own eyes, so there is only one explanation left, and this explanation is subverting my three views, which is unacceptable. Sometimes I wonder if if there would have been another version of the ending of the story if I hadn't had this conversation with Grandma Qi? If it weren't for Grandma Qi's clue, would I have forgotten the meaning of these seemingly unrelated events and pieced together? But on that day, I finally understood an important warning in life, that is, there are no coincidences in this world, there are no pure accidents. Absolutely nothing. And what you have to face, you can never escape.

Of course, we must first go back to Grandma Qi's house and read her unbelievable story.