It's been more than ten years in a blink of an eye, and it has also been in my home for more than ten years, in the middle of which my mother and Uncle He walked together, and I also went to study in other places, only it hasn't changed. In my mind, I walked over and pulled a small bench to sit down, there was a velvet cloth next to my mother that should be commonly used to wipe, I couldn't help but pick it up and wipe it lightly, from the four dragon heads to the dragon body, and then to the dragon's feet, suddenly paused. Because of the lack of light, I didn't notice that there seemed to be something under its feet.

I suddenly remembered that in my hometown, my mother would also take a wooden board or something to put it in the air. Because the ground is very humid in the rainy season of Huangmei in the south of the Yangtze River, this thing is bronze, and it is easy to rust and corrode.

Mainly, I noticed that the cushion that was exposed outside the dragon's horns seemed to be ...... Envelop.

It took a great deal of effort to push the heavy thing away a little, and when I looked at it in the moonlight, it was really the old-fashioned earth-yellow envelope, which was laid out on a plank.

I bent down to pick them up one by one, and when I picked up the third letter, I was pleasantly surprised to find the same handwriting as the "seventh letter".

This is really called the poor mountains and waterways, and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village. In the end, I picked out all the same handwriting from the pile of footnotes, and after counting, I couldn't help but be amazed, exactly six!

All of a sudden, I became nervous, and the pen pal had really only sent me seven letters in total, and the seventh one I had received inadvertently a few months earlier. I took the letters back to my room, walked to the window, and began to read them one by one in the moonlight.

The content of the letter is very ordinary, and this pen pal is called Xie Zhiyuan, who met me through the forum. It originated from the fact that I once uploaded a few random graffiti to the forum when I was in a low mood, and posted a pen pal post below, asking people who know how to draw to leave a message. At that time, several people came to sign up, but this Xie Daoyuan was the only one who also used paintings to meet friends. It was an abstract painting with dark tones, and it seemed that there was no theme, but in fact the theme was hidden under the colors, and I felt the same suppressed emotions of the other person. So he was decided to be a pen pal.

In fact, there were two pen pals who were communicating intermittently at that time, one from Guangxi and the other from Shandong, but I always felt that there was no common language with them, and sometimes it would take ten and a half months to reply after receiving the letter, and gradually the other party's enthusiasm was reduced.

Or, at that time, it was my rebellious period, and I urgently needed someone who could "understand" me and was unlikely to interfere with my own life to communicate. From the literal analysis, it can be seen that Xie Zhiyuan took the initiative to write the first letter to me, saying that from my graffiti paintings, I can see that my mood is very dark, and there is gentle comfort between the lines.

Judging from the discernment at this moment, this pen pal named Xie Zhiyuan spoke to my heart at that time. And he was very wise and knew how to do what he liked, and he also drew a graffiti drawing with charcoal at the end of the letter.

The background is blackened, with a spider in the middle making a web of white silk and a bird in the upper right corner.

After only a few moments, I remembered how I had commented on the painting in my first letter: the black background represents the darkness, and the spider tried to hide the darkness with its white silk in the dark, but it did not know that behind it was a small bird ready to prey on it. The meaning of this graffiti painting is actually a dead knot.

However, from my current point of view, the spider not only wants to cover the darkness with white silk, but also wants to hunt insects in the dark, which is exactly what the saying goes: the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch comes behind. This is the cruelest part of the food chain, thinking that you can look down at your feet from a high place, but you don't know that there are people looking down on you above your head.

I should have drawn another one in my reply, so the second letter from my pen pal, which I read in chronological order, is also a commentary on what I had drawn. Then he no longer paints just one piece, sometimes after a few words of greeting, he uses the rest of the paper to paint, some occupy half of the blank paper, some occupy the entire blank paper, as if he has found a soulmate and urgently needs to communicate through painting, but the content of the painting is ...... It's all very depressing.

Almost every graffiti painting is painted on a black background and then left blank in the black background. This is actually more difficult than sketching with a black pen on a white background, and what you want to draw has to be formed in your mind, and the blank lines cannot be retouched.

So the pen pal's drawing was actually very solid at that time.

Although he didn't mention his gender and age from beginning to end, I judged from this strong font that it was male, as for age...... I must have been a few years older than I was at the time.

There is a painting, also in black and white, of a boy sitting alone in front of a window, with a straight back, thin shoulders, short hair, and an expressionless face, his gaze fixed on the closed window.

It is certain that the person in this painting is not a pen pal, but the closed, obscure, and mournful expression of the painting reveals the artist's emotions.

The future cannot be looked forward to, the present cannot be changed, only the past lives in the subconscious of people. So the boy in the picture looks the same age as me, but he has to be at least five to ten years older.

Inexplicably, my thoughts thought of Gu Xi uncontrollably.

It has nothing to do with this painting, in fact, it is difficult for Gu Xi to associate with the painting. I just think that in fact, his age is also very difficult to say, I had this feeling when I first saw him, his appearance looks very young, but the amount of information and the calm aura exuded by the whole person seem to be not in their twenties.

In addition, I came to look for the old letters of the pen pal to confirm some things, but so far I have found the remaining six letters, and I have read them again and again, and there are no other special patterns other than the normal exchange of paintings.

So what's going on with the pattern fragments in the nightmare I had after receiving the seventh letter? If there is no bronze depiction of Gu Xi, it may be explained that it is an illusion, but now the fragments of the pattern have become a puzzle of nothingness, they rise and fall in my dreams, and they are embodied in reality. Everything has a cause and effect, first I received the seventh letter first, and then there was the ancient Xi restoration bronze carving later, the two things should be parallel and unintersecting, there must be something to be related.

I fell asleep with a question, and a thought flashed through my mind a moment before going to bed: Perhaps, the answer is in a dream?

But dreams are uncontrollable, you don't want it to come, and when you wake up, it's already dawn. I turned my head to look at the side of the bed, making sure my mom had come in, because the fan had stopped, and I had a big towel on my body.

Needless to say, it's hot to say, but it's best not to blow the wind when you fall asleep, because it's easy to catch a cold, especially if you can't catch a cold in your stomach. So no matter how hot it was, she would take a thin blanket to cover me.

I listened attentively, but there was no movement in the outhouse. Because there were no curtains, the sunlight shone straight in, and as soon as I turned over, I heard the sound of something falling next to my head, and when I looked over, I saw that it was the letters I found in the middle of the night. Since the letter paper was not stuffed into the envelope, it was resting next to the pillow, and now it was all scattered on the floor.

My mind was still a little trance, and I was about to get up after half a beat of slow reaction, but suddenly my eyes fixed on a certain point.

A moment later I lay flat on my back, as if I had found an exit out of nowhere.

I see, so.

After walking around Gome Electric City, I felt that it was difficult to choose from a variety of dishes, and the air conditioner was too cold. The heat outside made people sweat profusely, but even goosebumps rose when I walked around here.

In the end, I still chose the old brand wall-mounted air conditioner, and bought one in the living room and one in the room. After making an appointment with the merchant for delivery and door-to-door installation, I wandered among the dazzling electrical shelves, and in the eyes of outsiders, I was still selecting electrical appliances. But after a few turns, I stood in front of a silver double-door refrigerator, with a performance introduction finger posted in the upper right corner, and I tilted my head slightly and pretended to be looking. But in fact, my eyes fell on the metal door of the refrigerator, and the brand new appliance was a little better, its outer metal surface was bright enough to be used as a mirror.

Ever since I stepped into the Electric City, I had the feeling of being watched, and this feeling became stronger with a few temptations.

My eyes fell on the left side of the metal door of the refrigerator, which was a straight road I had just walked on, during which I paid attention to several refrigerator shops and several shopping guides, and kept in mind the clothing and gender. Therefore, at this moment, it is clear at a glance, abruptly dressed, male, between 170 and 180 tall, and slightly fat. He didn't go into any of the shops, he just stood in the corridor, during which a shopping guide came forward to greet him, but he was quickly sent away.

I pretended to turn around and call the shopping guide, and at a glance I saw the person's appearance, a very ordinary face, with a white shirt and short sleeves on the upper body, and light-colored trousers on the lower body, belonging to people who are not easy to be remembered in the crowd.

The main thing is that he didn't panic the moment my eyes crossed. He stood there with a natural expression, holding a notebook in his hand as if he was recording something.

I tried it this way twice and finally found out that this person was indeed following me.

I wonder why someone would follow me with an unknown purpose, even though Changcheng is my hometown, but I have only come back a handful of times in the past few years, and I don't even know the aunt in the village.