In the end, it is my turn to talk about me, a typical "three no" youth, perhaps inherited my father's honest character, my life is really no peculiar experience, plain as water elementary school, middle school, high school, and then I studied art according to my own preferences, everything seems bland. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But it dragged the blessing of the fourth uncle, and I haven't been bullied since I was a child. It's just that after graduating from college, I was inexplicably arranged by my fourth uncle to be a soldier for two years, saying that it was to strengthen my weak body and temper my rotten spirit, so as to prepare for the health of the next generation in my family.

At that time, my heart was refusal, and I wanted to live a good life, so why should I suffer that sin, and I wanted to refute it, but I couldn't find any suitable reason.

The result? For this matter, it caused a quarrel between the uncle and the fourth uncle. In the end, it was because my father was on the side of the fourth uncle that the uncle had to compromise. I also smiled bitterly in my heart, naturally I understood my father's thoughts, the regrets of the previous generation, and always expected the next generation to help me realize it.

To tell you from the heart, I really lived like a year in those two years, and the sin I suffered is terrifying when I think about it now.

After the demobilization, just in time for the domestic economic recovery, the Chinese people were in their pockets, and many wealthy people began to invest and collect antiques. The antique industry has been booming for a while, and major antique owners have begun to expand their business scope and open new markets in various first- and second-tier large and medium-sized cities. Uncle also happened to open a new handicap in Dalian at this time, and he needed someone to take care of it, so he handed it over to me directly. Now, it really suits my heart, and I really live a leisurely and comfortable life again.

The father was obviously very dissatisfied with the uncle's arrangement, and in his words: "All ancient cultural relics belong to the state and should be handed over!"

That being said, since the industry is allowed by the state, it is a legal business. Since it is legal, there is no reason for the father to continue to oppose it, coupled with the constant lobbying pressure from the uncle and the fourth uncle. He could only acquiesce, and simply didn't come to the shop, and just asked me about the shop.

It's really interesting to say, unprecedentedly, the fourth uncle actually showed surprisingly satisfaction with the uncle's arrangement, and stood on the same front with the uncle for the first time in history. I don't know what kind of medicine they sell in their gourds, but as long as I'm happy, it's enough.

The fourth uncle often came to the shop to drink tea and chat with me, and to my surprise, the fourth uncle's understanding of antiques far exceeded my expectations. For the antiques in the shop, he always scoffed at calling them garbage, deceiving children's things, and then there was a lot of talk. In fact, if you put aside the reckless habit of the fourth uncle, he really has a bit of the demeanor of everyone who is well-versed in the past. Over time, I learned a little about antiques from him.

Speaking of which, it was almost two years ago when I lost contact with the fourth uncle.

Most of the antique shops are open from sunrise to sunset. Of course, there is a saying: first, for security reasons, many antiques are worth a lot of money and are easy to be remembered. Second, antiques need to be appraised, unless they are brain-dead, no one will pour antiques when the light is not sufficient. Third, it is said that many antiques come from underground burial vessels, and it is dangerous for the living to stay with them in the absence of sunlight, which is easy to be contaminated with yin qi.

This is the rule of the antique industry, but I am happy to abide by it not because of the above three points, let alone because I am a person who abides by the rules, to put it bluntly, it is purely lazy. As a demobilized soldier, as long as it is not a Jiangyang thief, one or two small thieves may not be in my eyes. Let's talk about the legal society, not to mention that there are no Jiangyang thieves, even if there are, they will only target me as a shabby shop when they are blind.

As for what kind of ghost and theology, it is even more unworkable for me, from primary school to university, 16 years of materialist ideological education, plus two years of Mao Xuan infiltration, it seems that I have become a Marxist materialist who can no longer be really.

Materialism is the admiration of science, and if you have to say that there are some things that cannot be explained by science, then I can only tell you that it is not that science cannot explain it, but that science has not yet reached the height of being able to explain.

That day, I watched the sunset and looked at my watch, which was already six o'clock. I packed up the shop as usual, and began to close, and everything was as normal as ever. At least I didn't feel the slightest difference or difference, and I still had to pack up my things, close the door, go out, and pull the roller shutter.

But the moment I bent down to pull down the roller shutter! Something slammed into my head, and I still remember the sensation of blood rushing to the top of my head.

"Sneak attacked! And it was silently attacked. "The experience of the troops told me what happened first-hand. I tried to keep my brain, which had been slow from blood loss, awake, and immediately reflexively punched back. But what I didn't expect was that the other party seemed to know that I would have this hand, and a hand that had been waiting there for a long time easily grabbed my wrist.

Then, before I could see the attacker's face, a shabby rag cloth covered my nose. A pungent smell and an unpleasant stench instantly penetrated my nostrils, "It's over, anesthetic!" That was the last thing I thought of before I lost consciousness。。。。。。

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in the hospital room, my head covered like a mummy. This is really unbelievable, and from my father's account, I realized that I had been missing for seven days.

During this period, the uncle also hurried from the capital, relying on the relationship, and tried his best to look around, but to no avail. But just as the whole family was in a hurry, I actually walked into the hospital by myself this morning and passed out in the hall.

What happened during those seven days, and where I went, no one knows, including myself。。。。。。 The memories of those seven days seemed to have been pulled out of my mind, and I couldn't remember what happened after I fell unconscious, where I was taken, and how I escaped.

The attending doctor told me that this is a special self-protection function of the human brain, which is medically called selective amnesia. When a person experiences something painful, sad, or unwilling to remember, the brain's memory center will automatically seal the memory in order to protect the brain from serious stimulation and injury.

At present, there is no more effective treatment for this type of selective amnesia, and some patients will unseal themselves as they age and experience, when the memory center thinks that the memory will no longer cause damage to the brain. Similarly, some patients may never recall this memory again for the rest of their lives. In other words, maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, maybe decades from now, I will remember this memory myself, and maybe never again。。。。。。

I stayed in the hospital for another two weeks, and after a thorough and thorough examination, I was able to make sure that there was no major problem before I was discharged and returned home.

But since then, I've found myself with a slight tingling sensation in my head that makes me feel a faint tingling sensation in my head whenever I overuse my brain and my brain is particularly tired.

Later, I went for a few more check-ups, and the doctor thought that it was a sequelae caused by a mild concussion, or that kind of words like reciting lines, time will make you recover slowly, but I don't know how long。。。。。。

Later, the police also collected evidence and investigated me for the attack. There was nothing lost in the shop, and the person concerned was safe and sound, and he lost that memory, and there was no way to check it, so the police finally classified it as retaliation and hastily closed the case.

I vaguely felt that this matter did not seem to be so simple, after I came back from demobilization, I rarely interacted with people, let alone revenge against the enemy, and I didn't lose anything in the store, so what was this person who attacked me for? The most important thing is that since I woke up, the fourth uncle has never appeared.

I asked my uncle and my father, but the answer they gave me was that on the morning of my accident, the fourth uncle himself said that he had received a big deal and needed to go out for a while, but this time, he disappeared like the world.

Occasionally, I would also make small talk with my father about the fourth uncle, and I would ask him but not worry about the fourth uncle. My father shook his head and sighed: "In this life, the fourth child is worried about me, and sometimes I forget that he still needs me to worry." "Yes, a reckless man like the fourth uncle, I'm afraid he really doesn't need others to worry about him, but what kind of thing happened to the fourth uncle that made him never contact his family again。。。。。。