Mid-Autumn Festival.

The sun at noon is like the gorgeous smiling face of the sister next door, shining on people, warmer than the sister's embrace.

Mo Feng left his comfort zone in front of the south-facing window with a blank face, and returned to sit down at the computer desk facing north and south.

Boot.

Open your email.

He took a deep breath and tapped his fingers slowly on the keyboard:

I'm Mo Feng, and when you read this letter, you'll see my big boobs that I've hidden for years......

At this point, he frowned gloomily.

What's going on with the input method?

Such a serious occasion, such a dignified atmosphere, and still give me yellow?

He was about to get angry, but hesitated for a moment and decided to reflect first:

It must be that I open too many websites on weekdays, and there are too many seeds, and I am to blame, and I am to blame.

Admitting his mistake in his heart, he quickly calmly deleted the last two words and continued to write:

…… Secret.

At this point, he leaned back in his chair and looked up.

An old yellow calendar hangs lonely overhead.

The golden light is shining and the handwriting is clear.

In the upper left corner of it is 'Jiachen Year Dragon', and in the upper right corner is 'Jiaxu Month, Wushen Day [September 9]'.

The following handwriting is verbose:

There are 'Five Elements - Great Post Land', 'Chong Sha - Chong Hu Sha Nan', 'Value God - Jin Kui', as well as 'Ji Shen Yi Trend', 'Today's Fetal God', 'Fierce God Yi Ji', 'Shi Chen Ji Ji', 'Peng Zu Bai Ji' and many other exquisite......

There is a large blank space between the top and bottom.

Set against a large blank background with a bronze door on it.

This is Mo Feng's big secret!

There was an old yellow calendar floating above his head.

Only he can see the old yellow calendar.

And when did he start to see this old yellow calendar?

Mo Feng scratched his chin and fell into deep thought-

Sora Aoi is really exciting!

Suddenly thinking of Sora Aoi, it's not that his thoughts are slippery to be yellow, he is not that kind of person, the main thing is that he clearly remembers that the first time he saw the old yellow calendar was the day when Sora Aoi came to China Weibo to open an account.

On that day, he was struggling to write, and he was dragged by his classmates to Weibo to watch Sora Aoi, and since then he has begun to fantasize about being able to write hard.

In short, in a word.

It was on that day that when Mo Feng, who came out of the Internet café, raised his head and wanted to look up at the starry sky to purify his soul, he saw this old yellow calendar, and then the purification turned into a fright.

From that day on, the old yellow calendar has always floated one or two feet above his head, so that he can clearly see it every time he looks up.

Originally, the days shown on the old yellow calendar were consistent with the time Mo Feng was in, and in reality, after one day, the old yellow calendar would increase by one day.

Slowly, the time shown on it is a little faster than the real time, from almost a day to a month faster:

In fact, today is not the ninth day of the ninth month of September, but the ninth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar and the 11th day of September of the solar calendar.

As for why the time shown on the old yellow calendar is faster than the real time?

What is it that speeds up the passage of time?

Mo Feng studied for a long time, and finally came to a terrible conclusion - he didn't study anything.

In this way, over time, he stopped studying.

Anyway, this old yellow calendar has no impact on his study, life, work, work, work, work, work, or work.

Over time, he no longer paid attention to the old yellow calendar.

Just like tinnitus patients will habitually ignore the sound of tinnitus for a long time, he thinks that as long as it is a long time, even if he looks up, he will not pay attention to the existence of the old yellow calendar, let alone the changes in its content.

However, this is not the case.

This morning he opened his eyes and saw a change in the bronze door in the middle of the old calendar.

The two doors that had been closed opened open, revealing a dark void!

Although he didn't know anything about this old yellow calendar, he didn't know what it meant for the bronze door to open.

But he guessed that there was something behind this bronze door!

Or, you can enter this bronze door yourself!

Whatever it was, he thought that the opening of the bronze door represented a big change in the old Huang calendar.

In this case, he had to leave himself a way out.

The road to the future.

In case you have three strengths and two weaknesses, you have to let your friends and family know your situation.

With this thought in mind, he continued to tap on the keyboard and typed everything about the old yellow calendar into the email.

Finally, he solemnly knocked down the farewell book:

I hope that you who see the email can come to Room 4, No. 1404, Xinghua Building, Taiping District, Qishan City, open my computer as soon as possible, format the entire hard disk, and it is best to remove it and put it on the kitchen stove for five minutes and then use a hammer to break it!

A good man has a safe life.

After reviewing the content of the email, he thought about it and changed the last line:

I've seen the email to help me deal with the hard drive, and a good person has a safe life; If you don't help after reading the email, I won't let you go when I die and become a ghost.

Emails are scheduled to be sent.

Mo Feng began to explore the bronze door that had been opened in the old yellow calendar.

First of all, he found a piece of paper and drew a tablet, wrote the words 'Mo family ancestors and ancestors' and pasted it on the wall, and then he put three pillars of fragrance on this temporary ancestral tablet:

"Ancestors bless! Bless the unfilial descendants of Mo Feng to be safe and rich, this time the descendants have a hunch, if they can safely explore the use of this thing, they can step forward and embark on the road of wealth in the future! ”

"When the time comes, the descendants will definitely burn incense and paper for you every day, so that you can smile at Jiuquan!"

Considering that his parents have not taken him back to the village to worship his ancestors since he was eight years old, and he has not paid respects to his ancestors at home on weekdays, even he does not believe what he says.

So he hesitated and changed his words: "Ancestors, I tell you the truth, our Momen Village has been deserted, as far as I know, I am the only seedling in my generation, if I don't have it anymore, I won't even have to burn paper and incense for you in the future, so you can watch it!" ”

Light incense.

Makeover.

Kowtow - forget it, come back and kowtow again, you have to leave some motivation for the ancestors.

Then he threw his head back and reached out to try to reach inside the bronze door......

This was the first step in his exploration.

According to his previous experience of exploring the old yellow calendar, the old yellow calendar is nothing, and he can't touch it.

This time he reached into the bronze door, but still couldn't touch anything.

But the space shook!

Mo Feng suddenly felt the whole room shake violently.

His whole person shook, his eyes were dark, his brain was blank, as if he had been violently dragged by someone, and the whole person fell out and fell to the ground!

At this moment, he had a thought in his heart: the success rate of my experiment is too high!

But the shaking and tearing came and went as quickly as he could, and when he hit the ground, those sensations disappeared.

Mo Feng looked up in shock.

He came out of his room onto a street with a black classic car in front of him.

The door was closing, and a hard, cold voice was thrown through the crack in the door: "Hotel, it's here." Take the funeral post, be honest, and go in! ”

Throw down such a sentence with no beginning and no end.

The tires of the car turned, and it quietly ran into the dark, obscure street......

Everything happened suddenly.

Everything is inexplicable.

Everything is very wrong.

He quickly got up and looked around.

The road was silent, some cars with fallen leaves and dust were parked on the side of the road, and more fallen leaves and dust were on the road.

The building was gloomy and deserted, with few lights on, and soon they would go out again.

Flower beds, plants and trees are decaying, branches and leaves are withered, and there is no life.

Only in a high-rise building on the side of the road is brightly lit, and through the window, you can see the figures coming and going, flowing endlessly.

On the roof of a high-rise building, six big characters are in the colorful streamer:

Xi'er Stew Hotel.

Seeing the name of the hotel, Mo Feng felt a chill in his crotch on the spot-

There was a gust of wind howling.

It brings the chill through the clothes!

Feeling this chill, his heart sank: "The day has passed!" ”

In the world he was in, today was September 11 of the solar calendar, a hot and rumbling day in the history of a great capitalist country, and the temperature would not be so low in this mountain city in the Central Plains, which is known for its hot and humid humidity.

He looked up at the sky, his gaze skimming over the old yellow calendar where the bronze door had been closed, and in the sky was a black sun like a total solar eclipse—

The reason why it was certain that it was the sun and not the moon was because there was a rather dim glow shining on the edge of the gloomy star......

"Sir, the auspicious time is approaching, and you have finally come to the wedding." A soft-voiced voice came down the steps of the roadside.

Then, a young waiter in a uniform of white clothes and black pants walked down lightly and came to Mo Feng's side.

Mo Feng didn't know what the situation was at the moment, but it was cold under his crotch, and he knew that the situation was wrong!

So he was in a hurry and replied with a smile: "No, I'm not here to attend the wedding, I'm passing by." ”

Then he saw the young waiter raise the corners of his mouth and look at his chest with a grin.

He then looked down at his chest.

Under the straight black suit is a slightly shriveled chest muscle, and on the black suit is an artificial flower, and a piece of paper is attached to the flower: best man.

The situation is not good!

But Mo Feng continued to be in a hurry.

He frowned and squinted on tiptoe, his expression puzzled and anxious: "I was passing by here, and I wanted to go to that Mojia Hotel to attend my eldest brother's wedding." ”

"That handsome guy, do you know where the Mojia Hotel is?"

The waiter continued to raise the corners of his mouth, and his red lips smiled warmly.

He turned around and stretched out his hand and said, "This is the big hotel you are looking for, and what you are going to attend is this wedding, the wedding of Mr. Madhoo and Xi Niangniang." ”

Hearing this, Mo Feng was puzzled, who is Xi Niangniang? The name Medhoo is familiar, and he has a colleague with this name......

As soon as the doubts were born, he was thrown out of the clouds, and then his attention was all on the waiter:

His lower body didn't move when he turned around!

His waist turned one hundred and eighty degrees and turned to the rear!

Can this be human!

It's not a robot or a ghost!

Worst.

Mo Feng waved his hand and stepped back: "No, no, you misunderstood, isn't this the Xi'er Stew Hotel?" What I'm looking for is ......."

"This is the big hotel you're looking for." The waiter's smile remained unchanged and turned to look at him.

This time, the waiter's upper body did not move, but his neck turned one hundred and eighty degrees!

"Don't look at the signboard, it's been windy and rainy these days, and the lights inside the signboard are broken."

"Look at the word 'person', it should be a 'big' word, but a lamp tube broke down horizontally, and it became the current word - Mr. Groomsman, where are you going?"

Where is Mo Feng going?

He didn't know where he was going, he had to run, and he had to run as far away from this as possible!

OK.

The didn't chase him.

He ran with the wind, sprinting directly with his feet on the ground, tilting his head and using his peripheral vision to go behind the side light.

The waiter really didn't chase him, but just looked at him with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

One after another, more waiters came down the steps.

They are all in white clothes and black pants, with the corners of their mouths raised and their smiles warm.

Exactly the same height.

Exactly the same smile.

It's like - copy and paste!

Hair stands on end!

Then they all raised their right hands and waved them as if to say goodbye to him.

The posture and rhythm are exactly the same.

It's exactly the same as the one that was copied and pasted!