Chapter 1: Notes on Tomb Robbery

Hangzhou in August. The climate is pleasant. Although in recent years. The temperature in the summer is getting hotter. But on the edge of the West Lake. You can still feel the artistic conception of "the water is bright and sunny".

I leaned back on the recliner in the bunk. Flip through the stuff I've been putting together over the past few months.

It's been more than three months since I came back from Golmud. I don't seem to be able to get over. What happened in the end was beyond my reach. I didn't imagine that things would end in such a state of affairs.

These three months. I couldn't get out of the nightmare. I dream every night. Dreaming of countless images of passing.

But. Can I really get rid of it? I really doubt it. The knot in my heart. And not a little less with the unraveling of those secrets.

"Others are desperately trying to cover it up. It must be something you don't want to see. So. Pursuing someone else's secret entails the consequences of knowing it. ”

These are the last words I realized. But. Not even the stuffy oil bottle can escape that fate. What can I do? And how many people. Can you keep your questions in your heart for a lifetime?

After coming back. I'll take all the things of the year. All written down. Start with my grandfather's notes. Until now. One thing at a time. One by one, in detail. The part that was not clear at the time. It gradually became clear in my mind. That's the truth. That's all. Think about the longing for these puzzles at the time. The sense of absurdity in my heart is emotional.

By the time I finished writing the last word. I thought about when I would be able to forget all these things. It's unlikely. But I know. There will be a day when I will forget. It's like the mask of the third uncle. Wear it for too long. I can't take it off. Time always changes something. I just wish it had come sooner.

In the whole thing. There are many more parts that I don't understand. For example. Where is my real third uncle? The true identity of the stuffy oil bottle. Where did the disappeared Wenjin go? What exactly is the ultimate? Who built the huge ruins down there? What is the identity of Wenjin's group of people? What kind of plans are they going on?

These things are still mysteries. Originally, it was the latter that attracted me the most. But for now. These issues don't matter much anymore.

After the stuffy oil bottle came back. We took him to the First Hospital of Běijīng University. A full body examination was done. There is basically no problem with his body. It's just that the mind is not very clear. We left him in the hospital. I found someone to take care of it. But this is not a long-term solution. I asked some people in Changsha. Want to know some background on stuffy oil bottles. Let them help me inquire. But no one has replied to me so far.

The fat man said he had a way. There was no response either. Looks like. To understand the stuffy oil bottle behind the scenes. It's far harder than I thought. Now I can only hope that he will get better as soon as possible. Provide us with something useful. If you can't. That's the only way we can raise him for the rest of his life. For him. Maybe it's not a bad thing.

Few people have the opportunity to forget everything. And the lucky ones who forget. But I desperately want to remember. This kind of reincarnation is simply a paradox of a person. Privately. I'm not afraid he'll never remember. Instead, I was afraid that he would remember something. But it's not clear.

Panzi was taken to the hospital. It's a miracle that he survived. I always felt a little incredible. He didn't really take it seriously. Soon recovered.

There is chaos in Changsha right now. Panzi told me. When the old guy was still around. Even if the third master is not there. The situation over there is easy to control. But not anymore. Rats leave a sinking ship. It's full of gossip. He didn't know what to do. Fortunately, the third uncle's industry has shrunk a lot by Chen Pia's four buckets. Otherwise, it will be difficult to deal with. He only takes one step at a time. Not really. That's the only way to break up. The money he has saved over the years has long been worrying about food and clothing. Now may be the time to retire.

I told him to hurry up and find a girl to start a family. The third uncle's industry is not cāo hearted. The third uncle is also older. He had no children and no daughters. Sooner or later, it will happen. Dirt has been building up for a long time. We can't turn the tide on our own.

Panzi didn't react. The life and death of the third uncle are uncertain. I don't think he'll ever be at ease. Maybe I'll keep looking for it. I can only wish him good luck.

When the fat man broke up, he replied to běijīng. He's the one who doesn't feel the most. Go back and do business as usual. According to Panzi. This man is not shallow. And the city is still very deep. But I really can't see where he's deep. Before leaving, the fat man said a cliché: "The green mountains do not change the green water." There will be a period later. "It's quite emotional. If it weren't for so much time to get along. and those who are born and die. It's hard to appreciate how tactful and bleak this cliché is.

Tashi said goodbye to us in Golmud. If it weren't for him. We will certainly not be able to get out of Tarim. So we wanted to raise some money for him. Tashi said it was a karma for him. It can bring us out alive. Already a bodhisattva blessed. He can't ask for our money anymore. Later I gave him my watch. Keep a memento.

Anin is dead. Jude Cow's company I have no contact with for the time being. Sent a few e-mai to acquaintances. They were all dismissed. I don't know if they're going to continue. At all costs. This time it was a failure. The old ghost should be dead too. If you are still persistent. That's all you can do for yourself.

Dust to dust. Soil to earth. Everyone's lives seem to be back on track. At that time, I had just returned to Hangzhou. Continue to live my 9-to-5 life. Sit down on the wicker chair. Take a nap. Wake up. Bored, I flipped through my grandfather's notes. Suddenly, it felt like I had stepped back in time. It's like a world away.

Zhuang Zhou Mengdie. When I woke up, I didn't know that I was a butterfly dreaming of becoming a human. It's still a mortal who dreams of turning into a butterfly. I used to listen to mysteries. Now I can understand how he feels. I just feel everything for the year. It's like a dream. In a flash. I feel like I'm still in the snake swamp. The leisurely in front of you. It may have been a conjecture of his own dying moments.

It doesn't matter which one it is. I wanted to accept it. Sometimes. The end of one thing is more exciting than the outcome of this thing.

However. In the deepest part of my heart. I know that. It's too early to say it's over. Even. What I experienced before. And that's just the beginning.