The old mother was a little excited and a little annoyed, and said resentfully: "You girl is really good, and you won't say a word in advance when you come back." I snorted and retorted, "Are you embarrassed to say that?" My house has been pushed down, and you won't tell me when you move to this town, and the phone can't get through, where can you let me go to tell you? ”

"Isn't that because you're going out to sketch in the mountains? By the way, what about Konishi? Didn't I come with you? ”

"What West?"

"Konishi, am I mistaken? Didn't your boyfriend introduce himself that day, it should be the west of the west, right? ”

Sometimes my mother's innocence is really irreparable, and I don't even have the heart to explain to her, and she will worry about it if she talks too much. Hurriedly covered up and said that he was very busy, so he changed the topic and asked, "Are you still used to moving here with Uncle He?" ”

Just enter the door to look around, maybe the time is in a hurry, in addition to the floor tiles in the house, the wall is a white wall, belongs to the simple installation. And the furnishings are all old furniture in the original home, and it is impossible to be willing to throw it away with the frugal character of the mother.

My mother said while heating up the meal in the microwave: "What is the habit that I am not used to, that is, the transition." When the new house is finalized and renovated, you can move in. Speaking of this, she suddenly lowered her voice and said: "Wish, when the balance of the demolition is taken, my mother will remit it to you." ”

I frowned, "...... this money"

"The money must be left to you." My mother made a decision, and then continued: "But because I arranged a house, the balance is not much, about 300,000 yuan." ”

"But doesn't it cost money to renovate a new house?"

"You don't have to worry about that, with your Uncle He, he didn't ask for a house, he took the full amount to get the house."

Just at the door, there was the sound of a key opening the door, and my mother glanced at me and closed her voice.

Since I came late, the two of them had actually eaten, but because they were happy to sit down with me, Uncle He also bought a bottle of Shilongzui rice wine, and the three of them chatted while drinking.

Before I knew it, it was past nine o'clock, and I saw that my mother was tired in her eyes, and I knew that she had the habit of going to bed early, so I got up. But my mother was not happy when she heard that I was going back to town to stay in a hotel: "Why should you go to a hotel when you have a place to sleep at home?" The vacant room only needs to be tidied up and the quilt can be made, and let Uncle He go and return the room. ”

Uncle He also advised: "Yes, yes, why don't you live at home when you come back, I'll check you out." ”

I want to say it again, I was pulled by my mother and went to the room, and Uncle He had already gone to the door to change his shoes, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Even if I check out, I have to take the deposit slip with my ID card." ”

But Uncle He said: "No, I know this town well, you just need to tell me which one." ”

I had no choice but to report the name of the hotel, and Uncle He went out.

My mother pulled me into her own bedroom, and said, "You just sleep in my room, and when I go back, I will tidy up the next room and sleep with your Uncle He." When I heard this, I immediately disagreed: "What is that?" In the end, my mother didn't fight me, and went to the next room to make the bed with the quilt.

When I walked in, I understood why my mother didn't want me to live in this room, because the bed was made of wooden planks, and there were a lot of cardboard boxes piled up on it, all of which were moved from my hometown, and there was an old atmosphere in the space. And not to mention the air conditioning, not even the fan, this August day, just hot, I was sweating when I had dinner.

After helping to move the cardboard box to the ground, my mother wouldn't let me do it again, so I leaned over the door and watched her busy there. Suddenly, I asked, "What about that thing?" The old mother was stunned, and didn't react for a while: "What? ”

I didn't say anything, just looked at her silently. Then her expression changed slightly, and she lowered her head and continued to move her hands, "I've taken it all and put it on the balcony." I smiled and didn't ask any more. But after making the bed, my mother looked at me melancholy, and hesitated again and again before asking, "Will you blame me?" ”

"What do you blame?"

"Didn't wait for you...... Dad came back and walked with He Weiming. ”

When I heard that word, my heart skipped a half-beat, but I replied without moving: "What did you say, Uncle He is very good." ”

Mom sighed and didn't continue the conversation.

Over the years, I have been accustomed to sleeping on a soft bed, and I am a little unaccustomed to lying on a hard bed at night. My mother brought in the floor fan used in the living room and blew it loudly, but because the temperature of the space was too high, all that came out was hot air. To be honest, I haven't tasted this kind of sweat in a long time, and the shower before bed is all in vain.

I feel sour inexplicably, my mother and Uncle He came over like this every summer in the past, and I proposed many times to buy them air conditioners, but my mother always refused to buy them. Said that they don't feel hot, and because the hometown is an old house, the sealing of the room is not good, and the air conditioner will not be good for refrigeration. I made up my mind to get up tomorrow and go to the city, and directly bring an air conditioner back and let the master install it.

After being in a daze for a while, I turned on my phone, and when I saw that it was almost twelve o'clock in the night, I sat up.

I didn't turn on the lights, I walked to the window and opened the curtains, and tonight the moonlight was bright, and the silver moonlight came in and the room was bright. When I was moving the cardboard box just now, I deliberately moved to the window, took an old newspaper and sat down on the ground, and began to flip through it little by little.

It was only when I turned to the third box that I found the letter, and my hands were covered with dust from old things, black and black.

This time, in addition to seeing my mother, one of the main reasons is to come to ...... They.

Probably because of the humid air, some of the letters were moldy and some of the paper was rotten. I looked at them one by one, and I was looking for them, and my nose was full of the smell of paper mixed with musty.

Sometimes even I can't tell whether it's the dreams that are pulling me or the dreams that are causing me to have too many dreams. As the sketches of the square drawings take shape, not only the dream becomes incredible, but the reality also becomes strange. I found that the bronze depiction of Bagua in the sky and Lao Tzu riding a green ox and looking up at each other had appeared in a dream. It's not the weird dream of drawing with my left hand that night, it's the nightmare that has been haunting me.

But, in a dream, it is not complete.

A few months ago I received a letter from my pen pal from twelve years ago, which purported to be the seventh and last letter to me. After that, there were frequent nightmares, and in addition to the repeated content of the letters, there would also be strange patterns presented.

Once, when I woke up, I tried to think about what the patterns represented, but found it confusing, without a clue.

It wasn't until I restored the bronze engraving on the square vessel on paper according to the brushwork of the Song Dynasty that I repeated the nightmare this night, but this nightmare was different from the previous one, and all the original incomprehensible patterns were combined like puzzles, and finally became the picture of "Lao Tzu riding a green ox".

I woke up from the nightmare and was really sweating, and when I thought about the whole process, I even shuffled up the patterns in my head, and the answer was still yes. Before the dream, after knowing Gu Xi, not to mention that I had never been in contact with him before, and I had not even touched the bronze collection, but why did the bronze engraving on the square vessel he brought to restore match the fragments in my dream?

In the face of Gu Xi, I couldn't tell him all this. Whether it was intuition, or even if I was wary of him at all, I chose to remain silent on the last night I saw him, even if we got along. If there is no basis for this, he may not believe it when he tells it; Second, because of the strange dreams of drawing with my left hand every night, I can't be sure whether the nightmares and patterns are some illusions caused by the impact of pen pal letters, or some other reason. In addition, the strange dream of painting with my left hand every night made me hesitate whether I was too involved in composition during the day or if the dream was pulling me through the day's work.

Therefore, even if there is a sequence, it is possible that he has been so absorbed in the restoration of the bronze engraving that he imagines the strange pictures that appear in the nightmare as fragments of Lao Tzu's green cow picture.

It's not impossible, it's just that I'm in a state of confusion and need to find something to confirm before I can reach a conclusion. And after spending so much time with Gu Xi, one thing I can be sure of is that he can't draw. It was certain that even he didn't know what the original pattern of the square weapon was before this, otherwise he wouldn't have had to put so much thought into it.

After rummaging for so long, most of this pile of letters were correspondence between classmates after junior high school and high school, and I couldn't find a single letter from several pen pals during junior high school. Is it lost or in a few other cartons? The biggest possibility is that my mother saw the rotten letter and threw it into the stove to set it on fire, if so, I really wanted to cry without tears.

Nearly two hours had passed, and I was a little tired from sitting on the floor like this. When I got up, I couldn't straighten my legs, and I stumbled to the edge of the bed and lay down, and took out the letter from my trouser pocket, and even though I couldn't read the few lines, I could remember them one by one.

"Liang Qian, this is the seventh and last letter I have written to you.

I killed someone.

He will also be punished for his sins.

Do you believe in fate? I didn't believe it before, but now I do.

It's as if there is a destiny in the dark, and from the moment I was born, my destiny has been written.

Whether I was struggling or in pain, it was there, quietly watching me.

Step into the cycle of fate. ”

What is the reason why this pen pal is writing me such a letter? Practical joke? But why can I feel a sense of sadness and despair in the literal sense?