The relativity of time is often vividly expressed when old friends are reunited, but it has nothing to do with Xuanmen. Even though I was desperate to undo the fastening of the buckle in my heart www.biquge.info, the reality was that I had to put up with Shijie's unwillingness and chatter. On the first day of Lan Shu Zhai, Shijie and I only drank a bottle of Xinghuacun at noon, and the guy helped us go out and buy it again, but Shijie obviously drank inversely proportional to his experience, and what he told became more and more chaotic and incomprehensible.

Around the end of the 95th year, not long after the last reunion dinner in Chuanxiang, Shijie was sued by the bookseller, and in desperation, he went back to Taiyuan to raise compensation. Before going back, Shijie suffered from severe nervous weakness, often only sleeping for four or five hours for two or three days, and waking up after sleeping for no more than an hour, and as long as he fell asleep, he would have nightmares, or the kind of dream that remembers every detail after waking up. So much so that for a long time Shijie couldn't even tell which were dreams and which were real things. And the things in the dream also began to slowly affect his real life, the more so, the more reluctant he was to contact the outside world, and people became very withdrawn. What's more troublesome is that his body has undergone inexplicable changes, his skin has begun to turn white, he will sweat in winter, there will be small yellowish crystals in the sweat, and his sense of taste has become very sensitive. But the troubles around him made him unable to take care of these small changes.

Before returning to Taiyuan, Shijie decided to vacate the house in the courtyard of Sweetwater Garden and rent it again when he returned to Beijing. He was packing up his things in the courtyard, and a person came in quietly at the gate of the courtyard behind him, and without speaking, he stood behind him, staring straight at him. Shijie's back was numb for a while, and when he looked back, he saw that it was Grandma Qi of the neighborhood committee with a red hoop. Shijie smiled at Grandma Qi and said, "Grandma Qi, I'll move out today, you don't have to stare at me anymore." After Shijie finished speaking, he found that there was a little flower cat squatting at Grandma Qi's feet, rubbing and tickling, and saw Shijie turn around and meow at Shijie. Grandma Qi walked up to Shijie and slowly opened her mouth.

"Xiao Zhang, Grandma Qi has been the director of this neighborhood committee for more than ten years, there are too many people who have seen it, good and bad, you and Xiao Zhu and Xiao Chao are all good children in nature, so don't get old and mix with people who are not clean in society. Shijie felt wronged, so he blurted out, "Grandma Qi, we are also a work-study program, we always have to contact some people in society, and many of those booksellers took the initiative to find us." "The mouth is still strong, let me ask you, what did you do in the old mansion in Jingzi Lane with that little black beard in the middle of the night a few days ago?"

Grandma Qi's question, Shijie was like a basin of cold water poured from his head for thirty-nine days, frozen alive in place, unable to say a word. Originally, she comforted herself, thinking that it was just a dream, but it really happened? Why did Fang Mojin hide this? How did he get out of the tomb? How did the director of the neighborhood committee know? Grandma Qi saw that Shijie was stunned, so she continued to nag: "Xiao Zhang, what is the old house in Jingzi Lane, you don't know, it is a big yin house, hundreds of years old, how many people can't get in and out, and you still drill there." That mustache is not a good person, he is evil, two months before he took you down, he went down with the other three once, only he came out, didn't tell you? Listen to grandma, draw well, take good care of Lichan, don't think about the evil crooked, okay, you clean up, be careful on the road, I'm leaving. “

Seeing an old man and a cat out of the courtyard, Shijie didn't have time to say goodbye, so he was stunned and clubbed in the courtyard, the snow slowly fell down, and this year's winter may be very cold and cold.

Shijie stayed in Taiyuan for four months, during which time Fang touched the gold and had no contact. After the Spring Festival of '96, Shijie collected the compensation from the lawsuit and returned to Beijing. Sweet Water Garden didn't dare to go, thinking that it would be convenient to go to Panjiayuan to sell things in the future, so he went to Fangzhuang and rented a basement to live in first. During this period, Shijie's insomnia and nightmares became more and more serious. In many dreams, I will meet Fang Mojin, Feng Si, Liu San and a few others, but the strange thing is that in the dream, Shijie is like a camera, just filming the daily life of those people on the side, and the angle is not driven, but he can't participate in it at all, Fang Mojin and Ben are not aware of Shijie's existence. In Shijie's understanding, the dream itself must always have some meaning, either it is a projection of something in reality, or it is a manifestation of what he is worried about, and there is even a foresight of the future, but what is the meaning of this kind of dream that has no sense of existence at all? The bigger problem is that these dreams are extremely real, just like the memories generated by personal experience, and every detail is extremely clear and will not be forgotten. In his dream, Shijie saw Fang Mojin and several of them having a meeting, drawing drawings, preparing equipment, making tools, and sometimes seeing them eating, drinking, and chatting, and gradually Shijie became more and more convinced of the authenticity of these dreams, so that it became a kind of way to contact Fang Mojin.

These dreams continued to an abrupt halt shortly after Shijie returned to Beijing and moved into the basement of Fangzhuang. Shijie really didn't get used to it for a few days, but when he thought that he could finally get a good night's sleep, he gladly accepted it.

But just a week later, the dream changed again. Shijie slept very late that day, and after being confused, he dreamed that he had entered the tomb under the old house in Jingzi Lane again, it was cold and silent, but he didn't take a flashlight, holding a candle, the wind in the tunnel was a little strong, and the candle flame was swaying, so Shijie had to protect the candle flame with his hand and walk forward slowly. But this time it was very strange, he was the only one, and it was very different from the previous dream. After a while, the sound of the water faintly appeared, Shijie was pondering whether to continue walking, suddenly stumbled under his feet, stumbled, fortunately protected the candle flame, turned around, the edge of the tomb was a black mass. Shijie slowly leaned over the candle flame, vaguely in the form of a human being, face down, curled up on the ground. Shijie was apprehensive, but he still moved the candle flame towards the head of the black shadow, and a thin and pale face gradually emerged from the darkness, before Shijie could do it, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by something, and a huge force rushed straight to his shoulder and neck, the candle fell with his hand, and the flames rolled twice, before extinguishing, Shijie seemed to see the person lying on the ground, slowly turning his head.

At this moment, a huge dripping sound sounded in the tomb, like a bell chime, which shook the eardrums and burst. Shijie opened his eyes and was lying on the bed in the dimly lit basement, the pager next to his pillow barking. Shijie took a breath, pressed his forehead twice, picked up the pager and looked at it, it was a Shanxi number.

At this point, Shijie was already lying on the table. As I heard it, I wondered how much Shijie's dream was similar to my dream, and it was also very similar to Lao Xu's experience, was it the realm of the dream cultivator that Master Jingxian said? But Shijie had already fallen asleep, and he had not closed his eyes for a few days, and he couldn't wake up even if he was afraid. I had to go to the shop outside, Shijie's cousin and companion leaned on the high-backed Taishi chair and fell asleep, and the afternoon sun shone in through the half-drawn roller shutter door, but it did not bring any warmth. Several figures appeared outside the roller shutter, followed by a loud knock on the door. The man bounced up from the chair, opened the wooden door, pushed the roller shutter door up, and a cold wind swept the dust and fallen leaves into the store, and the door remembered the man's voice, "Mr. Wang, please come in, please come in, I thought you couldn't come with such a strong wind." Behind the man, three well-dressed men in their thirties entered. The guy saw me standing at the door of the inner room, was stunned for a moment, and immediately said to the three people: "Hey, I thought you weren't coming, so I asked Boss Zhang's friend to come and see the goods." After saying that, he squinted at me. When I looked at it again, sure enough, the three people who came in didn't have good eyes. After thinking about it in my heart, I understood what the guy was thinking, it was really a good strategy. Generally speaking, the door panel of the antique shop is half of the door in the daytime, which means that there are big customers in it to discuss business, and if you don't make an appointment in advance, don't come in and disturb. The guy put this bluntly, then I am the big customer, and the three people who came in obviously understood the joints, and the leader said to the guy, "I gave you all the deposit, can you still come?" The guy accompanied the smiling face, and said: "I didn't take the piece of jade you ordered, how can the rules be broken, let Boss Zhang know that my job is gone, and what I show this gentleman is another, another." As soon as the man said this, the leader's face immediately turned blue and white for a while.

At this time, I can understand that these people must be the customers who made a deposit to buy jade yesterday when I heard the owners of the shops next door mention in Yangguzhai. The reason why his face changed color was because this guy was too a chicken thief. Generally speaking, the price of antiques is not like buying vegetables in the vegetable market, it is really cut and killed, and there are cultural things, which have to be decorated with Sven. The buyer I guess is another piece of jade, first put the deposit of this piece of jade, another piece of jade became a head, that in the head of the head of the slaughter, the seller can not say anything, and scruple about the business that has been completed, often half buy and half give away. And that guy casually brought me, an unrelated person, in, and played a horizontal knife to win love, but calculated the buyer, the deposit has been placed, and he can't change the hexagram, and the duck he wants to buy will fly before it is cooked, and everyone has to change color. From this, I also judged that the things in Shijie's store were definitely not coming from the right way, they couldn't be put on the table, and they didn't even have a relatively accurate market price reference. But good people do it to the end, send the Buddha to the sky, I picked up a piece of paper on the counter, casually wrote the room number of the hotel where I lived, folded it, handed it to the guy, and said: "The thing is good, but you can't have a fixed price in your store, Boss Zhang's generation is a little earlier, not so long, and I have to make a lot of money to wash it, you let Boss Zhang think about it, and figure it out to call me." After saying that, he smiled at the three people and staggered out of the store. The moment I left the store, I could see that the guy really admired me.