"This is it......"

The visitor looked at the wooden plaque that had been faded by the wind, his face was solemn, he hesitated for a while, and finally put his hand on the doorknob.

"Ding Ding ......"

The crisp doorbell rings as visitors push the door. The man sitting in front of the bookcase raised his head with a faint smile in his eyes, and the afternoon sun shining through the window just cast a soft light on his face, "Welcome." ”

"Hello," the middle-aged man swallowed, "my wife recommended me." ”

"Oh? Old customers. So what type of stuff are you interested in? With the slight sound of wood rubbing, the boss left the bookcase, and the visitor saw the wheelchair that shone with a cold light.

A dark green gown, with a red gold plate, and the dark red embroidery on the cuffs looks like a dragon but not a dragon.

"Don't worry, your legs are inconvenient." The boss raised his hand and gestured to the mahogany chair on the side, "The store mainly sells some old objects, which are available from various dynasties, and they are true." ”

"No, she said that you can buy things to see her again......" The man sitting in the chair looked a little uneasy, took out a folded piece of paper from his coat pocket, and handed it to the boss, "This is what she wrote." ”

"There aren't many people writing letters these days." The boss took the paper and opened it, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared as he read the text, "Sorry, this is a suicide note." Do you think I can let you see someone who has passed away again? ”

The boss's gaze was completely naked, which made the man even more cramped and uneasy, "I don't think it's possible either...... But I really want to see her again! She just left last week, and even her son didn't even make it back to see her for the last time! ”

"Oh? So he's back, and you want him to see his mother again? ”

The man didn't say anything to his lips in the end, just nodded.

"I must emphasize that the way I am able to offer you a meeting is not real, it is akin to hypnosis......

"I'm not going to hypnotize! We're here to meet her! The man interrupted the boss with some anxiety, "We all have something to say to her!" ”

The boss folded his fingers and looked at the man with an excited face lightly, "In this era, you still believe that the dead can be resurrected?" ”

"I don't believe it, but I'm willing to give it a try! You're going to let us see her, and it's our business to believe it or not!" ”

"10,000 yuan, I only accept cash."

The man was stunned for a moment, and looked at the Alipay QR code standing in front of the bookcase.

"What you want to buy is a special commodity, and you can only pay in cash." The boss turned his gaze to the door, "You can go and get the money now, I'll wait for you here." ”

"No, I brought the money." The man took out five stacks of cash from his briefcase and put them on the tea table, "This is 50,000 yuan, as long as I can see my wife, the extra 40,000 yuan is also yours." ”

The boss raised his hand and took a stack, "I'm a serious businessman, I won't ask for you more." Putting the money on his lap, the boss turned his wheelchair to a wooden cabinet and removed a rough crockery and a wooden box from the shelves.

The wooden box was placed on the table and opened, and a pitch-black ball the size of a grape was displayed in front of the man.

"This is anti-raw incense, made from the root of the anti-soul tree." The boss took out the incense stick and put it in the small mouth of the pottery, "This is the Ningfeng pottery furnace, you take it back and light the incense, and in twelve hours, you can see your wife." The small pottery stove was gently placed in front of the man, "Your 10,000 yuan is just incense money, and the pottery stove is something you can't afford, so don't break it." When you see your wife, remember to return the pot. ”

A pen and a form were taken out by the boss and put in front of the man without knowing where the boss did, "Special items, please register the information." ”

The man looked at the contents, and it was nothing more than a request to fill in his name and phone number, so he opened the cap of the pen and filled in the information.

"Zhou Chengyu? A somewhat familiar name. The boss who picked up the note smiled, "I've heard someone mention a concert she once went in to see, and there was a pianist who seemed to call it this." ”

The man holding the clay stove stiffened his hand, and there was a hint of embarrassment in his voice, "It should be a similar name, I can't appear in any concerts." Putting the pottery stove into the wooden box prepared by the boss, Zhou Chengyu stretched out his hand to the boss, "Thank you boss for your help." ”

"Collect money from people and do things." The boss raised his hand and shook Zhou Chengyu virtually, "Remember to return the pottery stove when you are finished, don't break it." Otherwise, you do so at your own risk. ”

Zhou Chengyu walked home with a wooden box with a complicated expression. Although his wife's suicide note states that the owner of the shop can help people fulfill any wish if they pay a sufficient price. If 10,000 yuan can really meet the dead, it is definitely a really low price. Zhou Chengyu felt that he had been deceived.

"Mr. Zhou, what did you buy again?"

She was greeted by a young lady from the same community, her lovely daughter was only 10 years old, but she had a very high musical talent, and she was able to play army polona quite well at a young age.

"I bought a little incense and came back to soothe my mood." Zhou Chengyu replied with a smile, with a hint of tiredness in his tone, "There may be no way to teach Tingting a lesson this weekend." ”

"Well, Teacher Zhou's day condolences." A trace of sympathy appeared on the wife's face, "Tingting likes her master and wife very much, and this time when she heard the news of her death, she was depressed at home for several days. ”

Zhou Chengyu's face was bitter, "No one expected such a thing as birth, old age, sickness and death." I'll go first. ”

Looking at the background of Zhou Chengyu's departure, the woman standing next to Tingting's mother asked with some curiosity, "This is Tingting's piano teacher?" ”

"Well, it's a well-known pianist. Five years ago, I broke my left hand while going out of traffic, and after recovering, I left the stage to become a piano teacher. Tingting has been learning piano from him for 4 years. There was a hint of regret in his wife's voice, "His wife is a very gentle person, and it is said that she and Teacher Zhou are childhood sweethearts, but she died of illness on Monday." With a hint of joke in his tone, he touched his friend with his elbow, "Don't look at his son is 18, but Mr. Zhou is just 40 years old, you can consider this good man." ”

Zhou Chengyu, who returned home, changed his shoes and went directly into the piano room with a wooden box, for so many years, only the piano room could bring him enough security. He took the stove out of the wooden box and placed it on the table, struck a match and lit the incense ball in it. Wisps of white smoke rose up, mixed with a hint of wood, which made Zhou Chengyu's tense nerves gradually relax.

Incense needs to be burned for a day. Zhou Chengyu looked at the time on his phone, it happened to be 4 o'clock in the afternoon. I flipped through the originally scheduled class schedule and began to call the parents of the students who had scheduled classes one by one.

"Okay, Mr. Zhou, you have a good holiday."

"Okay, then I'll make an appointment with you for this time next week."

After making all the calls, Zhou Chengyu breathed a sigh of relief: all the people who answered the phone expressed understanding. After all, they all knew he was widowed this week, and most of them had attended his wife's funeral.

Finally, he slid his finger to a phone, hesitated for a long time, exited the dial screen, and then turned off the phone.

He didn't want to go out for the rest of the day, and he didn't want anyone to disturb him.

The man sat down at the piano, raised his hand to open the keyboard cover, and the piece that overflowed from under the jumping keys was the love story of René Clement.

Heaven and earth are harmonious, but yin and yang are separated. The pure laughter of the afternoon seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime encounter, but it was destined for the next lifetime of longing and pain.

How beautiful that moment was, how heart-wrenching it was next.

"I hope Boss Ji's stuff won't disappoint me......"