The vast universe, all living beings, the era in which this story takes place is not examinable, and the planet is unexaminable, but unintentionally, it has become such a story, and as for whether I am the person in this story, what is this story for, but I record it from this perspective, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that I just record these things, a long story, that touches people's hearts, and that's enough.

The ancient saying "small hidden in the wild", hidden in the city, and hidden in the court, literally means that a person wants to hide himself, the so-called mountains and forests are actually the next policy, and really hide himself in the sea of people, or hide in the court at that time with another identity, is the real middle and upper policy.

In Taoist words, this is a state of mind, which means that hiding in the mountains, forests and wilderness is just a formality, and really being in the sea of people, in the complex struggle of the government and government, can be treated indifferently, and forget about things and me, which is the real 'hidden heart'.

The heart is hidden, and it is the same wherever people are.

I don't care what that sentence really means? From time to time, these Taoist theories come to my mind, and they are also interrupted by my immediate thinking about other things, such as what to eat at noon today.

I want to live an ordinary life, not to remember these words that seem a little 'out of the ordinary' and then be independent of the world that is not for me.

But what I can't escape is that when I often walk on this bustling and crowded street, I will habitually think about this old saying about hiding, and I will think about what is hidden behind this ordinary, indifferent face? Maybe there's a heart-warming story, maybe there's a life full of ups and downs, or maybe there's an interesting identity?

Rich and rich? Bit high weight? A samurai heir? Got a stunt? Or, to put it mildly, a cultivator who escapes the world?

When I think about the worst possible future, I forget what an embarrassing existence I am.

And the other guess that I don't want to mention is that maybe who's passing me by, who's who, who's not human at all?

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On an ordinary summer afternoon, the asphalt road in front of my store was a little dazzling in the sun, I was drowsy behind the counter, holding a lighter in my hand and cleaning up, and because of this sleepiness, in a daze, the lighter in my hand fell to the ground with a clang.

I'm a little distressed, this is a collectible antique goods, is a replica of a zippo in 1933, although it is not comparable to the price of other antique things, but for a lighter collector like me, it is also a treasure in my heart.

Therefore, the moment it hit the ground, my drowsiness disappeared, and I hurriedly picked up the lighter, for fear that the shell would be deformed by bumping.

However, at the moment of bending over, I saw that the heavy glass door in front of my store was pushed open, and along this gap that was pushed open, the hot air with the unique smell of summer air blew into the store, and for a while, it overwhelmed the cold air that the air conditioner had worked so hard to make.

I saw a pair of leather shoes that were very clean, but not shiny, so clean that I could see the intention of the shoe-shiner in every crevice.

Of course, I know who the owner of the road is, and he once said to me: "Clean shoes are an attitude of life, representing cleanliness." But using shoe polish to blind other people's eyes is a kind of high-profile, which is not in line with my low-key and steady temperament. ”

The lighter was picked up by me, I sat up again, observed every corner distressedly, checked if there were any bumps and bumps, I didn't raise my eyes, and greeted me very casually: "Lao Zhou, on such a hot noon, why don't you accompany your beautiful and lovely female students to drink a cold drink, and have a ecstatic lunch break, what are you doing here?" ”

Yes, the name of the person who came is Zhou Zheng, which means in Sichuan dialect, Zhou Zheng can be understood as the meaning of this person who is very energetic and has good facial features, although I don't think Zhou Zheng is very Zhouzheng, because I have always been 'face blind' to men's appearance. However, others commented that Zhou Zheng is indeed a long Zhou Zheng.

I call him Lao Zhou, but he is not very old, a 27-year-old man, the same age as me, is the age of 'Ruhua', he is an internist in the inpatient department of a hospital in the city, and he is also the youngest lecturer in the medical university where this affiliated hospital is located.

Speaking of which, his career is also successful, but these are all floating clouds in my eyes, and an old Zhou represents a kind of friendship, a friendship established at an age when he doesn't know anything.

Therefore, whether he is successful or not, whether I have money or not has no impact on our relationship, this kind of casualness is sometimes an attitude when we get along.

I continued to take the fine sandpaper and began to clean the lighter in my hand, in my next thought, Lao Zhou should be standing in front of my counter, his expression did not fluctuate much, scolded me 'your sister', and then added, 'coquettish' that is Lao Zhang, don't pull it on me.

Lao Zhang is also one of our buddies, naturally the same age as us, I haven't seen this kid for a long time, my mind has always jumped, while thinking, while continuing to clean the lighter in my hand.

But I didn't get the expected response, but I heard Lao Zhou walk up to my counter, chop something in front of my counter with a 'snap', and then fell silent.

"This is glass, you will pay if you chop it up." Although I said something casually, when I looked up, my brow furrowed slightly.

Lao Zhou chopped a bottle of wine in front of my counter, 52 degrees, a brand of liquor that we have always loved to drink, sauce-flavored liquor, the taste is like dichlorvos, but I am used to it, and it has become a favorite drink.

"Bring a cup and drink with me." Lao Zhou was not in the mood to joke, in such a summer day, his face looked a little pale, and it was difficult for him to be as white as charcoal when he was usually black.

He was very direct, and from what I knew, if he spoke to me in such a tone, it would mean that something very serious must be there.

I don't have any cups here, and some of them are some antique cups with good workmanship of the vintage, and I am reluctant to use them to drink with Lao Zhou, so I directly unscrewed the cap of the bottle and said: "Blow the bottle (drink it directly with a wine bottle, it can also be understood as drinking this bottle in one gulp)." ”

"It's fine." Lao Zhou seemed to want to get himself drunk, grabbed the wine bottle, and poured himself a big sip, 52 degrees of strong wine into his stomach, choked him, but he didn't care, stuffed the wine bottle into my hand, and motioned me to drink.

"Appetizers?" In this summer, drinking liquor like this is actually a kind of masochistic behavior, there is no appetizer, let me swallow liquor like this, I am not very willing.

Lao Zhou glanced at me, took out a bag of crumpled peanuts from his trouser pocket, threw it on the counter, and then asked me, "Does this count?" ”

I laughed, tore open the package, peeled a peanut and threw it in my mouth, then took a sip of wine as well, and said, "Count." ”

I have a habit, that is, I know that my friend has something on my mind, but he doesn't say it, and I don't ask, so the wine bottle goes back and forth between me and Lao Zhou, and after half an hour, most of the bottle went down and we didn't say anything.

Not only did he not say anything, but he didn't say a word, I didn't think there was anything wrong, Lao Zhou was the same, we were used to getting along like this.

I said, "Finally, when there were a few sips of wine left in the bottle, Lao Zhou put down the bottle and finally spoke, his face was slightly red, it seemed that the wine was coming up and the wine was coming, and it was easy to say anything.

"Well, you say." I casually peeled a peanut, my mouth was full of the taste of 'dichlorvos', and there was a strong aroma of wine that only those who know how to drink, waiting for Lao Zhou's answer.

"Third child, you know, I'm a doctor. Growing up, I was taught to believe in science, and I believed that everything has a reason, but before people find out the reason, it is easy to be suspicious. Lao Zhou's expression was very serious, but the content was something I had listened to for many years, which made me raise my eyebrows slightly, as if something big had happened, just to popularize science and productivity for me here?

Therefore, I didn't answer, just grabbed the wine bottle, poured myself another sip of wine, and my whole body was sweaty, and even the air conditioning was useless, so I could only take off my shirt, wear a vest, and wipe the sweat on my face casually.

And in this process, Lao Zhou kept talking, his face turned from serious to ugly, he said: "But, third, what happened in the past few days has made me suspicious, you know, I am a lecturer and I want to give lectures to students, which inevitably involves human anatomy, and for some small reasons, I have the key to the morgue, I want to say"

When his words fell, I was wiping the sweat on my face, but when I heard the last sentence, my movements stopped, my eyes fell directly on Lao Zhou's body, and then squinted my eyes slightly.

Lao Zhou noticed my expression, and immediately said in self-denial: "Third child, wait, don't say anything else." You're usually a normal person, and I don't understand some of the things that come out of your crazy mouth occasionally, and I don't want to understand them, so I just want to find someone to talk to, I'm very annoyed and bored. ”

"Also, aren't you a little scared?" I retracted the gaze that fell on Lao Zhou's face, put my shirt aside, and then grabbed a lighter from my side casually, and played with my hand I don't care about it, but at that glance just now, I knew that Lao Zhou should be fine.

What is a friend, though? It is to let him confide, let him have negative emotions, there is someone to listen to, he can let him vent.

So, I pressed on.

At the same time, he is okay now, I dare not guarantee that he will have anything in the future, I have to hear what is going on?

As if stimulated by this word of fear, Lao Zhou suddenly grabbed the bottle on the counter, and swallowed the remaining nearly half of the wine in one gulp, then looked up at me, and said helplessly: "Yes, I'm afraid." ”