That evening, I took off from Bailian Airport, dropped off at Shanghai Hongqiao Airport, and then took the airport bus from Shanghai back to Hangzhou.

In the toilet at Hongqiao Airport, I saw my own face. The mask cleverly avoided all the places where my beard would have grown, otherwise my beard would have grown into my flesh with the mask on it. In the past, I always thought that I would be quite a man if I had a beard, but now it seems that not everyone is suitable for growing a beard, especially now that such an old face full of hawthorn and ill-fitting clothes on the body look like a certain type of man in the scavenging world.

I heard Xiaohua say that in ancient China, people who wore such masks had to use potions to destroy all the pores of their facial skin, and the process was very painful. Not being able to grow a beard is not a particularly tragic thing for someone like me, but I'm glad they didn't.

It was the last bus, and there was only me and a student girl on the bus, and the girl was wearing headphones all the time, looking out the window, her eyes were very confused. She combed her hair in a braid, which was very clean and had a very special temperament.

I couldn't help but think of the clouds again, and the feeling in my heart was indescribable From the moment I set off from Guangxi, I have been holding my emotions, and now looking at the street lights flashing on the side of the road, all kinds of pain in my heart leaked out little by little.

I closed my eyes and tried not to let myself cry. The fat man's cry still echoed in my ears. I remembered the painting of the clouds, the painting of us, us who went to Banai for the first time. Although our hearts are full of mysteries, we seem to be happy, because at that time, fate is still in our own hands.

The funny thing is that everything we do next is to send all the fate we hold in our hands to the current situation.

What is the fear that still exists in my heart? Even in the midst of such emotions. I still feel like any tangles in my heart haven't eased.

My demons didn't subside, or rather, came back this time. I don't even think it's an end. I knew deep down that I was just back to be a passerby. The matter is not over, but continues without pause.

The car ended at Triumph Road, and I got down to take a taxi home. It's already midnight, looking at the familiar streets, comparing the mentality of the previous times I returned to Hangzhou. The first time I felt when I returned to Hangzhou was that I was tired: I would never go to that kind of place again, this time it must be the last time. This was a common thought at the time.

But not this time. I'm not tired, I even have a feeling that it's nothing more than that.

"Keep going like this. You're going to get sick in gahuang. ”

If you are sick, you will be sick. I lit a cigarette, got out of the car, looked at everything in front of me, and was stunned.

In front of me is the third uncle's shop.

Shouldn't I be going home? I was in a trance, and suddenly remembered that the address I told the driver when I got into the car was the third uncle's home.

I can't go back to my own home, even if I go back to Hangzhou, I have to live here.

I turned my head. The taxi has already left. Standing in the dark alley, I couldn't help but feel funny, and took out the key that Panzi had given me before from my pocket. Before coming to the iron gate, he took a breath and opened.

There is no light in the whole bungalow. I walked into the yard and saw the third uncle's potted plant. Because there is a gardener who takes care of it. The potted plants grow very well. Messily laid around. The tea table that the third uncle usually uses to drink tea is placed in the middle of the courtyard.

This is where the third uncle usually lives. I stayed here for a few days, but I didn't expect to come back this time and come to this place.

I didn't go into the house right away because I didn't know what I could do with it. I don't want to wander around in a house like this in the middle of the night and don't know why. The rest of my life was very resistant to me to start later. Let's start later

Sitting on the tea chair, I wrapped my clothes tightly. Looking at the night sky, motionless until dawn.

It was the gardener who came here every day who woke me up: when I opened my eyes, a face was looking at me inexplicably.

"Owner, back? How do you sleep here? ”

"Uncle He?" I replied in a daze, and immediately realized that something was wrong, and Ma changed his words, "Lao He, came so early?" ”

"Go back to your room. It's cold. Landlord. Lao He said

I nodded and looked inside. Hourly workers haven't come yet. Uncle San will have hourly workers to clean here every day, but it is only limited to the third floor, and the second and first floors are places to put the goods.

Most people who engage in antiques do not like particularly clean and modern decoration designs, and generally antique sellers like to put everything in a messy way. This is to satisfy the customer's mentality, because picking the goods among the messy antiques will give people a more reassuring feeling. Lots of antique shops in the area. They all like to dump antiques on the ground and sell them, and it's the same thing. If you do the same as any jewelry store, it will be unprofessional to find some salespeople in small suits.

In fact, if only everyone knew about shareholders, the truth is that there are too few collectors who really understand antiques. Do this line. Ninety-nine percent of the people we see every year are fake insiders who don't understand it at all. These people who buy things. I care about feelings.

I bypassed these antiques and went through a few curfews to the third floor, where the things on the first floor were worthless. There is a safe on the second floor and things are slightly better. The real good things are placed in the secret room on the third floor of the third uncle when they are not opened. The access control on the third floor looks tattered, but it is actually tungsten steel. The lock designed by the old locksmith found by the third uncle is used, and the mechanisms are all in the wall, and ordinary people can't open it at all unless they bombard it with explosives.

The third floor is a large suite. Uncle San is a very enjoyable but not overt person, he is not interested in a lot of modern fun All the mahogany things in this large suite are very expensive, but I actually prefer soft sofas to these, so I know that since I am going to live here for a long time, I must add something.

In fact, the last time I lived here, I had already found out that the third uncle actually lived a very hard life, and people like him who had experienced too much and enjoyed too much when he was young, and any woman, wealth, and status were no longer attractive to him at all. In his whole room, there are a lot of furniture, calligraphy and paintings, the four treasures of the study and other playthings, in fact, if you open his drawers, you will find that almost all the drawers are empty, and there is some thin dust.

This shows that these drawers have never been left behind since they were bought with furniture.

There is no life.

An old man who is single, except for some things in his own handicap: account books, teacups, and tea leaves. Then there are a lot of ancient books used to decorate. The books are all genuine ancient books, but it can be seen that the third uncle has basically not turned them. The most you can find in his room are all kinds of expired newspapers.

This place, too big for him, he didn't have that much content to fill all these drawers

I've done a thorough search of the place since I got back from Xisha so I know what I'm interested in. The documents of the third uncle's investigation of the archaeological team back then were basically useless, but I still plan to read them again, but not now.

I sat down at his desk, which contained a lamp, an incense burner, a telephone, and some pen and paper. Exactly the same as before I left.

Slightly more decent, it's a computer, but it's a very old-fashioned computer. The monitor is only fifteen inches, and the third uncle usually uses it to play card games and read some electronic ledgers. He doesn't know how to use a computer, he can only use a mouse to do some simple operations, and the system inside is also the original inds2000, no network card, no Internet access at all.

I closed my eyes and wondered if I could fall asleep. Although I felt a little tired, perhaps it was the intensive activities that made me accustomed to such high-intensity fatigue, and I didn't feel sleepy at all.

I took out my phone and texted everyone that I had arrived, then took a deep breath and suddenly didn't know what to do.

Could it be that the third uncle is like this every day, thinking nonsense behind this table?

No wonder he is so entangled, if he is so poor that he can't even pay the water bill, maybe there won't be such an ending.

Man is a strange creature, and their most important purpose is to survive, but survival is often not the greatest concern of this person. When people have met all their needs, they often find an unsolvable problem for themselves.

Human beings are born to be troubled. Moreover, it is useless even to figure out the question. There are always some troubles that people have to provoke even if they understand the reason, just like me now.

I touched my face, knowing that I had to find something to do during this time, or I would be driven to death by all kinds of memories. Panzi is no longer here, and although I am not going to announce his death, many things would not have been as smooth as they used to be without him.

There are also dumb sisters and second uncles, the former is the one I have to convince; Second uncle, it's best if I don't meet him, I don't see him, because he is too smart, and I will never hide it from him. There are still seven days left before my mask is removed, and I should have something to do in order to deal with the unexpected.

I went to the toilet at my third uncle's house, hung up my beard, took a shower, and then called the guy who was in charge and told him that I would not see any guests today and that I would sleep for a day. Then I climbed into bed, turned on the TV and watched cartoons, until I fell asleep.

It was a difficult night's sleep, and I was woken up more than once by various dreams. Several times I felt like I saw Panzi standing beside me covered in blood.

I didn't feel a bit of fear. I just feel hopeless, and that despair consumes me all the time. (To be continued)