When I came to the store the next morning, I went to the forum to check the comments of Tibetan friends.

But the strange thing is that as soon as I boarded the forum, it prompted me that the post I posted was deleted, and when I opened the recycle bin to take a look, I realized that it was a photo taken yesterday and I don't know why it wasn't uploaded, and it showed a red cross. I checked my computer again, and the photos I took yesterday and sent to my computer are gone.

This is very strange, because the forum uploads photos, there is a possibility that the photos will hang up due to network speed or server instability, etc., but from the camera to the computer, it is enough to write a copy of the memory card, but there is no computer either, which is not quite right.

I thought it was a mistake yesterday, so I picked up the camera and took another picture of the bone erase.

When I took pictures this time, I noticed that the special feature of this bone rub: no matter what angle it was taken from, the eyes of the double corpse forest lord on the bone rub were looking at the camera (the double corpse of the forest lord, the shape is a pair of skeletons, the corpse of the forest is the tomb owner, but also the god of wealth, the lord increases wealth, and at the same time, the corpse of the forest shows the world the final belonging of people, but a pile of white bones, inspiring the world to give up the attachment to constancy and find wisdom to seek liberation. Friends who don't understand can Baidu it).

So I thought, this rub is so expressive, like the Mona Lisa's smile, it's not ordinary.

After taking the photo again, importing it into the computer, and preparing to upload it to the forum, a friend called me and asked me to help him move.

In fact, if you move, you can just find a moving company, but when you are away from home, it will be better to have friends take care of you. I hung up the phone and closed the store door and went to a friend's house.

My friend's family originally lived in a rented house in the northern suburbs, but later bought a new house in Education City, so they moved there. There are not many things, but they are quite miscellaneous, and it took me three times to drive them to finish.

After moving to the new house, I started cleaning again, and just like that, it was almost six or seven o'clock in the afternoon when everything was cleaned up.

When I called Master, he accompanied his friend to the menstrual process, but he didn't come to the store.

I said in my heart, anyway, it's nothing, so I won't go to the store, my friend has just finished moving, according to the tradition of my hometown, to give the housewarming person a "warm pot", that is, a meal, it is better to buy something. But the relationship is too familiar, you don't need to buy things, you have a busy day, and you go directly to the restaurant to eat.

When it is said to be eating, it is actually mainly drinking. The routines of the Chinese people are basically like this. And my friends and I are also the masters of drinking and not having fun.

When it comes to drinking, it's a real science.

At first, they were more reserved and didn't talk much, but after drinking the first glass of liquor (two and a half cups as an example), the atmosphere became lively, everyone let go, and you started to talk casually as soon as you said a word;

After the second drink, the atmosphere is more active, and those who usually don't smoke also start smoking, and those who don't usually talk much also start to speak, and their voices are getting higher and higher;

After drinking the third cup, the table has changed again, you talk to me, I talk to him, basically two by two to say their own thing, from the rise and fall of the country to the world situation, from junior high school and high school to college graduation, after scolding the leader and scolding colleagues, at this time basically no one eats;

If there's a fourth cup, it's all in place.

If you only drink three glasses, most of you have to go to KTV to yell a few voices, find a little sister to accompany the wine, at this time the consumption will suddenly rise, we generally go to Jinzuo (also called Weixiu), there are many girls there, young and beautiful, when you go, you must buy a few packs of China in advance, even if you usually smoke ten yuan of cigarettes, you still have to fill the scene in KTV.

Three or four people, plus the little sister who accompanied the wine, plus the internal service, soon a few boxes of wine were almost drunk, so that the consumption was generally more than 4,000 less than 5,000, and if there were more people, it should be one more person plus 1,000.

That night, a few of our friends drank three glasses of liquor and went to Jinzuo.

By the time there were a dozen bottles of beer left, it was almost the same, so I saved the wine and took a taxi back.

I live in Bayi Road in the western suburbs, and I drank too much that night, and it was far from home, so I took a taxi back to the store and slept improvised.

The shop is not big or small, it has a separate bedroom, and sometimes I sleep in the store when I work too late or drink too much.

I didn't know how long I slept in the store, and my thirst after drinking a lot of alcohol made me confused and pour water, and I just opened the bedroom door, and before I poured water, I faintly heard a woman sobbing.

I thought to myself, in the middle of the night, whose daughter-in-law quarreled with her husband again, and went to pour water without paying too much attention. The boiling water is in the main hall of the store, and after entering the main hall, the sound of the woman's sobbing is more obvious, and I listened to the sound in the photo studio next to it, and I opened the door of the photo studio with the sound......

When I opened the studio door, I was really stunned by the sight in front of me.

On the photography table, there is a long-haired woman dressed in traditional Tibetan clothes, with her back to me, crying in a low voice, accompanied by her crying, her shoulders are still trembling slightly, and her body is translucent, as if wrapped in a cloud of fog, which cannot be seen clearly......

In fact, in our line of work, we have heard some stories and legends to the effect that an old object has the soul of its previous owner or something, but I have never encountered it before.

Because of the Tibetan antiques, there is a big difference from the Han tradition, the burial methods in Tibetan areas are mainly sky burials and water burials, and a small number of Tibetan Buddhist sect leaders practice tower burials, and there are no burials, except for some criminals.

There is no burial and there is no burial goods, so the old objects in Tibetan areas are generally passed down from generation to generation by Tibetan families, that is, heirlooms, and a small number of unearthed are either accidentally buried, or they are hidden by the Tibetan master, and there is no yin qi and other mess. Unlike the Han Dynasty, most of the old objects are funeral goods, also called "dead weapons", and dealing with "dead weapons", the probability of encountering dirty things will be much greater.

But at that time, I was completely frightened, not that I was sobered up for the most part, but I was completely sober, and I didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that the crying woman would hear it, so I turned around and tiptoed open the door of the store and ran away.

ran out for a long time, only to remember that I didn't have anything on me, so I wore big pants, didn't bring money, didn't bring a mobile phone, no way, couldn't go anywhere, so I found a convenient police station and ran in. After entering, I saw several people's policemen, all of whom were old men, and then looked at the police badges on their bodies, and then I felt relieved.

After asking the time, it was past four o'clock in the morning, and several police comrades looked at my virtue, thinking that I had been looted or something, and asked me what had happened, telling me not to worry.

I didn't tell what had just happened, I said that I didn't have a key with me when I went out, I had nowhere to go, I went to the police station for a while, and I would go back at dawn. The police comrades didn't say anything when they saw me, and they didn't ask much, and joked with a smile that they were blasted out of a quarrel with their daughter-in-law.

I smiled awkwardly, didn't say anything more, just sat on a small row of chairs in the police station and waited for dawn, and soon fell asleep.