Shijie buried himself in the sofa again, found a comfortable position, and continued. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info When Feng Si woke up again, he found himself lying on a large construction site, and after careful identification, it was indeed on the doll grave in Jinnan, but it had become the foundation of the county government office building. Feng Death covered his still buzzing head and inquired about it, and the time was already October of the third year. He had lost more than six years, and of course it could have been more than six years of memory. Feng Si couldn't accept this fact at first, and after returning to Yuci's hometown, he really touched the gold, Liu San and none of the people who went down with him came back, Feng Si hugged his head all day long, didn't think about tea and rice, and people didn't pay attention to it, and slowly, the people in the village thought that he had gone crazy. But soon, he began to dream, having the exact same dream in succession. In this dream, Feng Si was sitting in front of an ancient and clumsy landing realm, and it was not Feng Si who was reflected in the realm, but Fang Mojin. The two of them talked like this, from beginning to end, every day when Feng Si woke up, he used a pen to record what Fang Mojin said, but what did Fang Mojin tell Feng Si, Feng Si did not say to Shijie, but Feng Si firmly believed that it was not a dream, it was the contact method between him and Fang Mojin, and the reason why Shijie believed it was because his mobile phone number was obtained by Feng Si in a dream.

Later, Feng Si really dug up some of the things left by Fang Mojin somewhere according to what Fang Mojin said in his dream, but when he took it to Taiyuan to sell, there were some accidents, and Feng Si's body also collapsed, and the only thing he had was this phone number.

"Then how did Feng Si convince you to open a store with him?" I can't accept what Shijie said at all.

"Feng Si didn't convince me, it was Fang Mojin who persuaded me. Because after the incident in the hospital, I began to have the same dreams as Feng Si."

Meng Shijie did not describe these things in detail with me, and it can be seen that this kind of distress is not entirely psychological. These dreams lasted for about a month. It was the same as Feng Si's dream, except that this time Shi Jie was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, as if he was visiting a prison in prison, so that Shi Jie could distinguish the shape of Fang Mojin's lips from the sound he heard, as if there was a dialogue between time and space thousands of miles away. However, after communicating with Fang Mojin, Shijie gradually understood that Fang Mojin was trapped in the well when Professor Qin sealed the sea eye, and it was difficult to come out again. Where does this sea eye well lead, and what kind of world is it below, Fang Mojin didn't tell Shijie, but he found a lot of spiritual weapons below, and there is a way to transport them out through Feng Si, which is priceless, and it is a profitable deal. Fang Mojin hopes that Shijie can open a store in Taiyuan, and Shijie only sells goods, and everyone shares the money from the sale. After thinking about it, it is said that with only a few dreams, he didn't even see the figure of the supplier, so he went to open a store, which was purely the behavior of a madman, but not long after, Feng Si really brought a batch of things over, bronze mirrors, celadons, jade jue, it looks very good, Shijie took a few pieces to the blacksmith alley and asked, sure enough, they were all good goods, and he sold hundreds of thousands of them at once.

Shijie came back with the money, and after splitting up with Feng, he really moved his mind, after all, it was too easy to get money, and he couldn't find fault with things, even if he was a little evil, he would eventually sell it. At that time, the market competition of Shijie's decoration company was becoming increasingly serious, the price of raw materials and labor was rising every month, and the profit was getting smaller and smaller. And this business without capital, if Feng Si supplies enough, it is not comparable to those shops in Blacksmith Alley that have not been open for three years and have been open for three years.

So Shijie specially invited Feng Si to have a meal, wanting to find out where Fang Mojin found the artifacts, how he gave them to Feng Si, and how many of these artifacts were there? At the dinner table, Feng Si seemed to have guessed Shijie's purpose and kept silent about his questions. Shijie looked at Feng Si who was sitting there, and said all the good things, like a mud bodhisattva, angry and funny. had to tell Feng Si that if he didn't say it, then how could this store not dare to open, and he and Fang Mojin would not participate in the matter again. Feng Si saw that Shijie said resolutely, thought about it, sighed and said: "Every month, Fang touches the gold and tells me the location of the things, sometimes in Jinnan, sometimes in Anyang, and the next time in Fengxiang, Shaanxi. ”

When Lanshuzhai opened, Shijie didn't invite anyone, but just burned a few sticks of incense at the door of the store with Feng Si, kowtowed a few times, and opened the door of the store quietly. Feng Si didn't know where to transport a small cart of black plaster mud, stored it in the hut in the middle, wrapped it in black plaster mud during the day, stored it in the jar, sealed the mouth, and put it on the shelf. The movements are very slow, sometimes in a day, only four or five can be done. After the work in his hands was finished, Feng Si didn't speak, just sat there, silently looking at those jars. After a few days, Feng Si would open the seal of the jar, pour some water into it, and then seal it again. A month later, Feng Si lit incense at the door of the store, and when the incense was burned, he took down the jar, opened it, cleaned it up, and placed it in the same place. Then he said goodbye to Shijie and left with the snakeskin bag. Cycle after cycle, that is, for a year, Shijie always thinks that maybe one day, Feng Si will really be gone, and the store will be closed.

Don't ask much, don't mention it again, Shijie and Feng Si are in this kind of silent relationship, and they will not get acquainted because of cooperation, nor will they be estranged because of separation. One by one things are coming in and out of this small shop, and more and more customers are pouring in from all directions, and in the face of the accumulation of wealth, there is the same indifference between the two people. At the end of each month, Shijie will divide the money from the sale of goods with Feng Si, Shijie will go to the bank, and Feng Si will go to the gold store. Over the past year, Boss Lanshu Zhai Zhang, who has a deep personality and has good hands and eyes, has become famous in Blacksmith Lane, and Feng Si, a local tyrant in Yuci, is also famous in the gold circulation industry. But Shijie knew that Feng Si had never left a single gram of gold for himself, and put it all in a snakeskin bag and took it away. As for the jar that He Liuzong bought, in Shijie's opinion, it was just a business, and like other things he handled, he hadn't even looked at it carefully, so how could I have predicted the uneasiness and confusion it would bring to He Liuzong and myself?

When the sun was setting in the west, I came out of Lanshuzhai, there were already many people in the blacksmith alley, Shijie had a party at night, pulled me along, but I was not a little interested, shirked back to the hotel, tired, just lying in bed, Shijie's call came, saying that he would have nothing to do in two days, and accompany me to the surrounding area to play. I smiled and refused, there was something at home, I had to rush back tomorrow morning, and told him to take care of himself, the money was enough, and the store should be closed early.

On this trip to Taiyuan, I originally had the intention of solving doubts, but I didn't think about it, and things became more confusing. Judging from the story told by Shijie, Chang Ye originally told me that Haiyanjing and Xuanmen not only exist under the old Beijing city, but also exist in Shanxi, Henan, Shandong, and Shaanxi, and that Haiyanjing has some kind of connection with each other, which seems to be reliable. And Fang Mojin was trapped in the Jinnan Sea Eye Well, and he couldn't confirm it with Chang Ye's statement, in such a kind of time and space chaos where he was fast forward for a while and retreated for a while, what kind of way would Fang Mojin and them exist? Who was Professor Qin who went to seal the Haiyan Well? What kind of story did they have? Of course, there is also a possibility that this story was only made up by Fang Mojin and Feng Si, and the purpose was just to let Shijie join in, open the store, and wash the goods for them.

People can always find 10,000 reasons to comfort themselves by forgetting their troubles for a while, and I can't avoid vulgarity. But unfortunately, starting from the small courtyard of Sweetwater Garden, every self-consolation I have invariably led to a bigger mystery and affected more unrelated people, which I did not expect. So more often, there is no choice about fate, and more is helpless.

After leaving Taiyuan and returning to Chongqing, I had already decided in my heart that letting go of the matter of Haiyanjing and Xuanmen was much more important to an ordinary person in real life, and the experience that was close to the legend did not seem to be of much benefit except for some more after-dinner conversations. But drama is like the shadow of midday, even if you can't see it, you know it's there.

Less than a week after returning to Chongqing, I received a call from Lao Xu. Although Lao Xu has known this person for a long time, I always do the work of greeting and looking for trouble, and I take the initiative to make a phone call, which is the first time in my memory. Lao Xu chatted a few words on the phone, then entered the topic, and told me that he hesitated for a long time, whether to tell me, after all, he persuaded me to stay away from everything related to the Jinnan jar, but it was difficult to control himself, and I was afraid that he would have to break his promise. I smiled and choked him, and said something quickly, without such a scare. But after listening to Lao Xu's words, I couldn't laugh at all.

Lao Xu told me that after I went to Beijing to find him last time, he left a few pieces of the fragments of the jar for research, and suddenly remembered that a friend from the Institute of Physics of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences had done carbon-14 dating for many paleontological fossils, so he ran to find him, and asked if this porcelain piece could really be made, but the results came out, and Lao Xu was very surprised. His friends told him that the porcelain was at most twenty or thirty years old. I was even more incredulous when I heard it, and asked him, "You are a big name in the collecting world, do you think modern counterfeiters can do this shape, tire clay, glaze, and craftsmanship?" "If everything has to be appraised by the Academy of Social Sciences, won't all of you experts be unemployed?" Having said that, I wonder what is causing this huge contradiction in appraisal?" "The artifacts of each era have their unique artistic value and craftsmanship, especially porcelain, the accident of firing, the geographical location and environment of the kiln, the artistic level of the craftsmen, and the method of proportioning the material and color, which cannot be imitated by later generations....... Lao Xu pondered for a while, and the two of us said two words "Xuanmen" almost at the same time

On the third day of Lao Xu's call, it was the beginning of my journey of insomnia and nightmares. It's a strange feeling like I've never experienced before, you can look at your dreams, from different angles, even fast forward or fast forward. I can keep reminding myself that this is a dream, that I have not entered the deep dark tomb, that I have not listened to the music in the depths of the darkness, that it is imagination, that it is a hallucination caused by fear, but when I wake up, it is the same as if I had not slept, and I am tired all around. But the most terrifying thing about this dream is that from beginning to end, there is no one, not even myself. From beginning to end, there is only one scene, and that is the endless tomb road.