Notes on Going to the Tomb (22)
After going downstairs, I went all the way back to the master's house.
I don't know if I'm supposed to be happy or not, it's good that I have a brother.
I seemed to want to have a younger brother as a kid because I had almost no friends.
But when I thought that my father might have something to do with this younger brother when I let me go, I couldn't be happy.
When the master saw me enter the door, he said very consciously, "What? You're home, aren't you? ”
"How does the master know?" I said.
"I know what you're farting when you take off your pants, look at your face when you walk in the door. The ID card thing hasn't been settled, has it? I've thought about letting you change identities with people. The master said.
"Change of identity?" I said puzzled.
"It's a very simple way to swap identities with a person with enough money. Anyway, there are so many rich people in Little Asia, it's not difficult to look a little like you and be willing to do this. It is estimated that you can find several in a day, and it may not be possible to solve the problem of food and clothing for those who have no money anyway. Knowing that his identity can be exchanged for money, it is estimated that he can fill the entire Little Asia in private. The master said.
"If you had said I might have used it a few years ago, I wouldn't have to go here today. Fortunately, this trip was not in vain, otherwise it would have been miserable. I said helplessly.
"Isn't it that in the early years, we were also poor, and now we are just running towards a well-off. How did it work out? Or is there harmony in the family? The master said.
I nodded and said, "It's bloody, I've been gone for six years." There's a six-year-old brother in the family at the moment, it's ridiculous. ”
"Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, but you are really bizarre. This younger brother and the courtyard house with a market price of hundreds of millions, I really don't know what to say about you. The master said with a smile.
"I just want to get my ID card and go back and remember when I was a kid. I shouldn't recognize my parents in my life, and my younger brother doesn't know that my brother exists. As for hundreds of millions of houses, if they can't be sold, they are nothing. The best thing for me for so many years is you, master, and everything I have now comes from you. I said helplessly.
"It's selfish to help you, I'm not a good person. I knew in my heart that I was a sinner who had escaped prison, and that if I had been a good person, I would have to bear what I had to do. The master said.
"If you're a bad person, there's no good person in this world." I said.
"Don't pat me on the back, I'm giving you a year off from today. If you can't leave, it's still time, don't blame me for not reminding you. If you can't come back when the time comes, your shares will be deducted, and I won't joke with you. After speaking, the master walked to the back room.
The next day at noon I was woken up by a phone call, an unfamiliar number.
After picking it up, the familiar voice was my mother's phone.
"Road and bridge." Mom said.
"Done?" I said.
"Yes, I've got things in order. But it's not good to take it home, can I send it to you here? I happened to have something to do at noon, and by the way, I wanted to see where you live now. Mom said.
I said vigilantly, "Are you alone?" ”
"Yes, after eleven o'clock. I'll just come alone at lunchtime, or your dad will ask you to check it if I bring a document home. Mom said.
I glanced at the watch on the wall, and it was past ten o'clock. I still had time, so I said, "Then you can come to Soixante-Trois in Little Asia and order the chef's meal." I'll prepare the food here, you just have to tell the waiter. ”
"Going for a chef's meal? Why? Mom said.
"Because I'm the chef, I'll see you in an hour." I hung up the phone, got up and walked to the toilet to wash up.