I am a businessman, I travel all the year round, and I am either on the road or settled in some strange place. From 08 to the present, my life can be described as "no fixed residence".

In fact, many people can't understand why a person like me who is in the silver jewelry business is running around all over the world, and I don't even have time to go home for the New Year's holiday. Especially when my relatives in my hometown learned that my silver jewelry store was not only not profitable, but also losing money year after year, every time I came home, they would look at me with a strange eye.

It is true that I have a small silver jewelry store in the city, but that store is only a façade, and the business I really run has nothing to do with silver jewelry. The business I do is called the "coffin business" in our industry, and to put it simply, it is related to corpses and coffins.

Almost none of the corpses I have handled over the years are normal, the most common ones are some yin corpses, evil corpses, and some ancient corpses that have been washed by the yin wind all year round and have undergone many corpse changes. The older the corpse is and the more often it is mutated, the more difficult it is to deal with.

I'm afraid no one will believe me if I say that this business is not dangerous, but if I say that I am engaged in such a business, no one will believe me, and even think of me as a madman. So I never explained it to my relatives, and my parents, over the years, have been under a lot of pressure to help me hide this secret.

When I returned to my hometown at the beginning of last year, some relatives asked me what kind of business I was doing, and they specifically told me not to do illegal things, to earn as much as I could with clean money, and not to touch unclean money. My dad and I both smiled helplessly, but neither of us said anything.

Soon after this incident, my father spent all his savings to buy a small apartment of 70 square meters in the city, and then took my mother and left the hometown where they had lived for most of their lives. Before I moved, my father made a rare phone call and asked me to take time back to my hometown to see if there was anything I wanted to take with me.

At that time, I had something to do, and when the matter was completely dealt with, it was already the end of the year, I hastily packed my luggage and took the train from Xinjiang back to my hometown in Shandong.

When I got back to my hometown, it was late at night, and no one knew I was coming back except for a few dogs in the east of the village who saw me barking a few times.

In fact, I don't know what to pack, so I walk around the house and look around, and if I think I can use it in the future, I put it in my suitcase. As I rummaged through the old boxes in the Westroom, I stumbled upon my junior high school diary.

Because of the age, the pages of the diary have turned a little yellowed, and in the notebook, there is an old photo that is also yellowed.

In the background of the photograph is a dimly lit cellar, and in the center of the cellar lies a large red coffin, red as blood. On the surface of the coffin, it was stained with a black liquid, which was so viscous that it looked like boiled asphalt.

Next to this coffin, stood an old man in an old military uniform, he stood in an unnatural position, his arms and legs were straight, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and the smile on his face was unusually stiff.

Although it is a color photo, the color of the whole photo is gray, as if it has been specially processed.

In the eyes of others, this photo may be a little weird, but when I see it, I can feel a warmth after many years of absence.

If I hadn't seen this photo by chance, maybe I wouldn't have written about it, and the reason why I started writing is not only to tell it, but also to remember it in my heart.

My master once said that time is a very powerful thing, and no matter what you have experienced in your life, most of them will gradually fade into oblivion as time goes on.

After a long time, many things, I am afraid that I will forget.

The person in the photo is my master, not a master, but a master, a teacher for one day and a father for life.

Actually, it was fate and chance to meet Master and finally take over such a business, because I was born on such a day, lived in such a place, and experienced such an event.

Okay, the past will eventually pass, and I feel unintentional, so I'll calm down and talk about my experience over the years, but it's a pity that some things have been too long, and even if I try to recall them, I can only vaguely remember some fragments.

I was born on the ninth day of September 1987, Chung Yeung Festival, our family to my generation is three generations of single lineage, my father named me Zuo Kang, hoping that I can grow up healthy and healthy.

I heard my mother say that the moment I was born, the sun shone through the window and impartially on the bed, and it was the Chung Yeung Festival that day, so my grandfather gave me a nickname: Yangyang.

But on the day I was born, my grandfather, who suffered from severe high blood pressure, drank two more glasses of wine because he was happy, but he suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and died suddenly that night.

Originally, it was a happy thing to add a new child to the family, but the death of the grandfather made the family immersed in deep grief.

Some people say that my eight characters have double nines, my life is too hard, and I killed my grandfather as soon as I was born.

This rumor reached the ears of my father, who was busy mourning my grandfather and didn't bother to pay attention to it.

But in the countryside of ten miles and eight townships, this kind of word spread very quickly, and after my grandfather was buried, rumors about my grandfather's death had spread all over the city. For this incident, my dad had a big fight with the person who spread the rumors at the beginning, and I heard my mother say that he almost died.

But rumors can't be stopped. My dad is a person who cares a lot about other people's tongues, and later because he couldn't bear the pressure of rumors, after my mother was out of confinement, he took my mother and us to move into the dormitory assigned by the factory.

It was the first time I'd ever moved, but I was too young to be impressed.

At that time, my dad was still working in a rubber factory, which was a tube building built in the mid-sixties.

Our family of three is crammed into a small room of more than ten square meters, the cooking stove and kitchen utensils are placed in the corridor, the toilet is public, there are men's toilets and women's toilets on the east and west sides of the first floor, and every morning when we get up, there are many people queuing up in front of the toilet door.

In the center of the building, there is a spacious patio, every summer, there are many people gathered there to play poker, I remember one year in the building someone got married, also held a banquet in the courtyard.

And I also have the first friend in my life, he is the same age as me, his name is Liu Shangang. For as long as I can remember, I have been playing with Liu Shangang in the corridors, sometimes mischievous, pasting mud in the neighbor's pot, and sprinkling water on the quilts on the patio of other houses, all of which we have done.

Every time we do something bad, someone will come to our house to complain, my dad doesn't care much about me, my mom has a bad temper, every time she chases me in the hallway, and I screams. Generally speaking, after my side is beaten, Liu Shangang's father should start practicing with him.

But my mother beat me so happily, and whenever Liu Shangang was beaten, my mother would go to their house to plead. That's when I thought, I'm sure I wasn't born to my mother.

Now that I think about it, from the time I moved into the building to the time I was six years old, it was the most stable years for our family.

But when I was six years old, something happened in the building.

It was a morning in the early autumn, and my mother got up early and rummaged through the cupboard for something, making a lot of noise.

My dad and I were woken up by the noise, and before dawn, at four or five o'clock, my dad yawned and asked my mom, "What are you doing?" It's only been a few o'clock, and it's made such a big move. ”

My mother said while rummaging through the cabinet: "The weather forecast says that there is a cold snap today, so I will find some thick clothes for Yangyang." ”

Seeing that it was still early, my dad let me sleep again, and he put on a coat and went out alone, and when he first opened the door, he couldn't help but scold: "It's so cold, it's almost winter." ”

My dad gets up every morning to do a big thing, that is, squatting in the toilet, usually he gets up late, every time he has to wait in front of the toilet door for a long time, can wait until the squatting position, today as soon as he opens his eyes and is in a hurry to go out, needless to say, he must want to take advantage of no one, first solve the big thing.

As soon as my dad closed the door, a cold wind blew the door open again, and my mom quickly stood up and muttered as she closed the door again: "Who's lighting the stove in the morning, such a big smell?" ”

I was in a daze, I didn't smell anything, and after my mother closed the door, I wrapped myself in a quilt and quickly fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept until I was woken up by a commotion in the hallway.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I heard Liu Shangang's father shouting outside: "Lao Zuo, Lao Zuo, come out to help." ”

My dad hasn't come back yet, it's my mom who opened the door, Liu Shangang and his dad looked at my house through the crack in the door, and asked my mom again: "Where is Lao Zuo?" ”

"I went to the hut early in the morning, and I didn't come back here. What's wrong? My mother saw that Liu Shangang and his father looked anxious, so she couldn't help but ask.

Liu Shangang's father sighed: "Something happened to the old Wang family." ”

After saying that, he hurried away.

At that time, the people who lived in the tube building were very close to each family and very close. When my mother heard that something had happened to Lao Wang's family, she also became anxious, hurriedly put on a coat, and rushed out of the house.

The noise outside was getting louder and louder, and I heard someone shouting in the house: "Come on a few energetic people, carry people out first, hurry up!" ”

Later, my father's voice also appeared in the noise: "Lao Liu, you go by car, hurry up and send it to the hospital!" ”

A kind of worry and anxiety could be heard in everyone's voices, including my dad, and that feeling was heartfelt and not contrived at all. Recalling the days of the tube building, the relationship between people and people still reveals a clean simplicity.

It took about an hour before my dad and my mom came home with solemn faces.