"Ah Xiu, it's me. ”

"Husband?" Wang Xiuzhu was a little pleased, and sure enough, Lin Feng came back safe and sound, and she knew that it was those people in the Forbidden City who were making a fuss. But for some reason, Wang Xiuzhu vaguely had a bad premonition, this seemed to be the last communication between her and her husband Lin Feng, from now on, I am afraid that it will not be life and death, but also heaven and man will be separated forever.

Wang Xiuzhu was flustered, but she didn't have time to think about it, Lin Feng's hurried voice came through the microphone:

"Ah Xiu, listen to me. I am now on the edge of the Sahara, from which I escaped three days ago, but I have discovered an astonishing secret in the depths of the Sahara. It's a secret that I don't know how to tell you. No, I'm not going to tell you, you just need to know that I'm still alive. The secret I discovered was related to the Interstellar Development Group, and it also involved an organization called 'Oriental Artifact', with which I have been mediating for many years......"

"Husband, what are you talking about? I don't understand, husband, when are you coming back?"

"Ah Xiu, I'm sorry. I probably can't go back. ”

"Lin Feng, what do you mean by that!"

"Ah Xiu, I'll try my best to send my notes back, you must get it yourself......"

"Lin Feng, I don't want any broken notes!" Wang Xiuzhu burst into tears uncontrollably. But Lin Feng didn't have time to comfort his wife.

"Ah Xiu, if there is really fate, then fate is irresistible. I have always hoped to live a peaceful life with you and Hainan, but unfortunately everything backfired, if, many years later, Hainan also embarked on my path, give him the notes, and support him as much as I did. ”

"Ah Xiu. I love you. ”

Wang Xiuzhu couldn't cry for a long time: "Husband, husband, are you okay and have you been injured? What is the Oriental Artifact? Where are you going?"

"I ...... too I don't know. Ah Xiu...... Be careful around...... Notes, to get ...... Tell Hainan that his father will always be by his side...... "There was more and more noise on the other end of the microphone, and then it was just the sound of a mess of things overturning, and soon, the phone hung up, and there was only a busy sound of "doot, doot". I called again, and no one answered.

Lin Feng disappeared completely, after this farewell call.

Lin Hainan, who returned home with a watermelon, was faced with the sad news that his mother and father had left who were paralyzed on the phone.

There was silence in the room.

The eighteen-year-old thing seems to have passed a long time for Lin Hainan, but that day, the mother who cried bitterly was indeed something that Lin Hainan could never forget for the rest of his life.

And now, from his mother's weak words, he slowly uncovers the bloody truth that he didn't know back then. But the so-called truth is even more confusing, which makes Lin Hainan feel even more puzzled.

"Hainan, for so many years, my mother has not let you touch the restoration of cultural relics, and has not let you follow the path that your father walked, will you blame your mother?"

Lin Hainan was silent and shook his head.

After that phone call, Wang Xiuzhu began to reject people in the cultural relics restoration industry, and even some were too cautious to protect Lin Hainan from the work of cultural relics restoration, and even moved out of Beijing two years after the incident, and returned to his father's hometown Liangshan County.

Wang Xiuzhu smiled, probably recalling her husband Lin Feng: "Your father said back then that you are the same as him." Perhaps, it will not be wrong to see the old sentence at the age of three, in your bones, it is the same life as your father, and you will take this road.

Hainan, this road is too difficult and difficult to walk, and in the future, you may encounter many things that you can't understand.

Perhaps, it was my mother who was not good back then, and I should have let you contact them earlier, otherwise, how would you deal with them now?"

"Mom, who are you talking about 'them'?" Lin Hainan asked puzzled.

Wang Xiuzhu smiled bitterly and avoided answering: "I'm leaving, you just go and take out your father's notes, it will be useful." Mom and Dad will be there for you, no matter where you are. ”

Such words, like last words, hit Lin Nannan's heart hard, and he knew that he was about to lose his mother. Lin Hainan choked up and called softly: "Mom......."

Wang Xiuzhu didn't seem to hear it, perhaps, she really couldn't hear it anymore, she just muttered: "You are all on this road, in this bureau, but unfortunately, I am just an ordinary woman, I can see through it, it's too late......"

Wang Xiuzhu's voice gradually lowered, and Lin Hainan held his mother Wang Xiuzhu's hand in a panic, grief-stricken in his heart, but to no avail.

"It's too late......" This was Wang Xiuzhu's last sigh in the world, and the empty ward seemed even more empty. Lin Hainan felt that he was infinitely shrinking, and the ward was infinitely magnified. Heaven and earth are indescribably big, and Lin Hainan is incomparably small.

summarized the process of his mother's death in a few words, and in the face of Cheng Pengju, who had not been seen for many years, Lin Hainan chose to remain silent and only told Cheng Pengju some simple things.

Although Lin Hainan's words were brief, Cheng Pengju drew a clear outline of things from them. However, what he wanted to know was not these, not whether Wang Xiuzhu still supported Lin Hainan, and what else he had been waiting for for many years.

Cheng Pengju licked his lips, brushed the little hair left on his forehead, and changed the pen in his right hand to his left hand and then to his right hand, as if he finally realized that Lin Hainan had finished speaking, and the room fell silent again.

Cheng Peng pondered and opened his mouth: "The festival mourns and changes." If there is any need in life, just tell Cheng Bo. ”

"Hmm. Lin Hainan simply agreed.

"Hainan, did your mother say anything before she left?"

"Uncle Cheng, do you mean ......?"

Cheng Pengju once again showed a very obvious look of hesitation. If he didn't have a deep understanding of what kind of person his mother was, Lin Hainan might have suspected that his mother Wang Xiuzhu had some ulterior secrets, or that Cheng Pengju, the head of the Human Resources Department of the Forbidden City, had some unspeakable questions.

"For example," after hesitating, Cheng Pengju still asked out loud: "For example, your father's notes." ”

Lin Hainan never expected that what Cheng Pengju wanted to ask was actually his father Lin Feng's notes.

Because in fact, after the funeral, when Lin Hainan was sorting out the relics of his mother Wang Xiuzhu, he did not find what his mother said - his father's notes.

Standing in the room and looking around, the place that was once warm is now cold.

After Lin Hainan cleaned up his mother's room briefly, he rummaged inside and out of the house, but he didn't see the so-called notes. In the end, Lin Hainan once again chose to walk into his mother Wang Xiuzhu's room.

Wang Xiuzhu's room is very simple and clear, as clean and neat as herself.

At the beginning, Lin Hainan searched for Wang Xiuzhu's desk, but found nothing. This time, Lin Hainan searched the desk again, but still found nothing. Lin Hainan turned his gaze to Wang Xiuzhu's wardrobe, there was a jewelry box in the depths of the wardrobe, but there was nothing like notes. Again, there was nothing under the bed.

Sitting at his mother's desk, he recalled what his mother said on her deathbed: "...... I'm gone, you just go and take your dad's notes out, it will be useful. I'm leaving, you just go and take your dad's notes out, it will be useful......"

Lin Hainan recalled his mother's words and "took them out". Lin Hainan's gaze fell on the bookshelf beside him. The bookshelves are high ceilings, taking up an entire wall behind the desk. In fact, he should have set his sights on the bookshelf from the beginning, and Lin Hainan did not search for it, but he still found nothing, even the top of the bookshelf.

If you think about it, your father's notes will not be placed in a place where your mother can easily find them, but they will definitely be placed next to your mother, close to your mother, and you can check them at any time.

Lin Hainan carefully observed the bookshelves and finally found a place of disharmony. On the fifth floor of the bookshelf, where you can see it when you turn around while sitting at your desk, but are relatively low and not easy to spot when you stand up, an entire layer of books protrudes slightly beyond the edge of the shelf. There are a lot of places like this in the whole bookshelves, and a whole layer of books does not look abrupt when they are slightly protruding, but on the bookshelves of the same specifications in Lin Hainan's room, the same books are slightly smaller than the bookshelves.

Lin Hainan got up without hesitation and took out a few books on the fifth floor, and sure enough, the place behind the books was hollow.

Lin Hainan took down all the books on the entire fifth floor, and at this time, it was clear at a glance that there was a board of moderate size with the same material as the bookshelf in the fifth layer of the bookshelf. Lin Hainan took down the board without hesitation, and sure enough, behind the board, there was a notebook with a black cover.

The notebook was vacuum-packed in a plastic bag, Lin Hainan took it in his hand and turned it upside down, maybe his mother hadn't read it much for so many years, perhaps, it was very likely that after his mother received the notes, she hid them directly. And what exactly is on the note, which deserves the care of the mother to keep it, and not with the other relics of the father. If it is to prevent Lin Hainan from seeing it, it is too far-fetched, and it can't be said. It looked like Wang Xiuzhu was trying to prevent others from finding the notes. This is also where Lin Hainan feels strange and does not dare to make conclusions easily.

Thinking of this, Lin Hainan didn't care about the books on the ground, but went back to his mother's desk and sat down, opened the plastic cover of the note, and opened the first page.

—Lin Feng. 2001 Work Notes. ”

Yes, it's my father's notes. Lin Hainan took a deep breath, and with excitement, he opened up the past left by his father.