When I got home, it had been three days. Except for eating, I kept myself in the locker my mother had kept all the time, and I always had the feeling that it would give me a good quiet place.

"Doctor, where has he gone?"

"Young man, he woke up and left, we can't stop it, this jade pendant is what he asked me to pass on to you"

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On the night when I came back from France with the fat man, when I went to visit Zhang Yu in the hospital, what I didn't expect was that Zhang Yu had already left, and he directly instructed the doctor to give me Yu Pei. Soon after, the fat man had already said goodbye and rushed straight to Beijing, and I was the only one left in the huge room, and a sense of loneliness arose. During this period, I turned on my mobile phone and found that Wei Hua made a lot of calls, and the time was still stuck three days ago.

At this time, I sat on the ground, looking at the chandelier hanging in the air, and my thoughts gradually drifted into the distance, and a series of questions flashed in my mind. What could be hidden in the map that appeared on the disc containing the clay figurines? At this time, Zhang Yu chose to leave, and he didn't say hello, what did he want to do? Bonham was carrying me and the fat man behind his back, trying to swallow the contents behind the disc for himself?

As I was lying on the ground thinking about the problem, I suddenly heard a "pop" in my ears, as if something had fallen to the ground. I was shocked to see that on the floor of the wooden shelf, there was an extra somewhat worn notebook. Bending over, I picked it up and flipped through one of the pages, only to see eight big words written straight on the top: Believe in yourself, don't be discouraged.

When I opened the back, I was shocked that the words on this notebook were written to me by my deceased mother. Reading all the way, most of them introduce some difficult dangers encountered by my mother during her lifetime, but they are all overcome one by one. Finally, there is a mother's emotion: all kinds of dangers can be turned into dangers, I know that good luck cannot last forever, this day is still coming!

I don't know what Mother meant by coming, but by feeling, it wasn't going to be a good thing. Just as I was stunned, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the room.

The sound lasted for a few seconds, and convinced me that it was definitely not a hallucination. "Who will look for me at this time" I stood up slowly, suddenly felt a pain all over my body, and walked straight out of the house.

As the door opened, a dazzling sunlight shone recently, and it was noon, and the sunlight outside the window seemed very bright. I looked around, but there was no one, and just as I was about to open the door, my eyes unnaturally fell to the ground in front of the door, and there was an extra square iron box the size of a palm.

The iron box looks ordinary and doesn't look out of the ordinary. I took the tin box in, opened the door, and then put it on the table. When I opened it, I saw that there was a villain fabricated by the syrup, (let's call it the syrup), because the time had not passed too long, and the aroma emanated from the syrup.

It was as if some fragment of memory was pulling me again. Uncontrollable, I took the stick hanging the sugar sparse man and licked it a few times, and in a moment, a fragment of broken memory suddenly appeared.

"Xiao Ke, this time you can be admitted to the university, it is really out of my father's expectations, in order to reward you, today, what do you want to eat, just tell your father"

Kindness! (There is silence around for a few seconds), "I want to eat sugar syrup"

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"Did my dad give it to me? Why didn't he just come out to see me? Is there any last resort? I thought so quickly that I put the Sugar Syrup on the table, put on my coat, and began to walk out the door.

It's been more than three years, and I don't know if the old store is still there. I walked along the street, stopping and stopping, completely relying on my memory, constantly walking back and forth. At the same time, I inexplicably felt that there was always a pair of eyes behind me looking at me, and when I turned back, I never saw anyone suspicious.

Almost half an hour passed, and I reluctantly found that with the remnants of my memory, I was completely walking back and forth, and I hadn't actually gone far. Just when I felt a little helpless, it was as if an invisible hand was pulling me.

A little boy with a balloon in his hand followed another pregnant woman pushing a wheelbarrow. As he passed me, the little boy's hand loosened inexplicably, and then he looked at the pregnant woman crying. The balloon that floated into the air pointed straight to the east.

Maybe this is the choice I made invisibly! I glanced to the west and stepped my foot towards the east. He hadn't gone far when he heard an elderly man shouting about selling sweet potatoes on the side of the road.

The burst of fragrance made my stomach scream in unison. When the man saw me, he immediately smiled at me and said, "Young man, do you want one, the sweet potatoes I sell are delicious and cheap, come on!" ”。

I smiled and nodded, and the moment I took it, I accidentally saw a white line under the man's feet, and the raised arrow at the front of the white line pointed straight to the right direction. I looked at the man and was slightly stunned, until the man selling sweet potatoes gently patted me on the shoulder, and then I suddenly woke up. Looking at the calm expression on the man's face, I took the sweet potato and walked naturally in the direction marked by the arrow.

As I walked, I started to hear a loud noise. I saw that on a stone pillar on my right, there were three big characters: Mulan Village. The newly built commercial houses on the outermost floor on both sides are a little out of place with the dilapidated buildings on both sides, and the streets are like ordinary alleys magnified by them. Under the buildings on both sides, there are many small shops, many old men and old ladies sit together idlely, chatting, and many old people even wear reading glasses and read newspapers.

A long-lost sense of warmth and familiarity pervades the body. I walked straight ahead along the cluttered streets, and the cries of the vendors rang out from time to time. After walking for about five minutes, my steps suddenly stopped, and a dilapidated small room suddenly caught my eye.

At this moment, although it is broad daylight, the sky is clear, and there are no clouds. But the dilapidated log cabin was especially dim because it was not lit. An old woman sits upright on a chair, her two wrinkled hands, weaving the clothes in her hands back and forth. As if noticing that someone was staring at her, the old woman stopped slightly, glanced at me, and knitted the clothes on her hand as if no one was around.

What really caught my eye was the plaque on top of the cabin, which had three big letters clearly on it: Syrup Shop. Standing here, I could already smell the strong fragrance.

I've been here before!

My instinct told me that, and I stepped in. The light inside was a little dim than it looked outside, and a shriveled old man, standing behind a machine that had long been behind in making sugar syrup, raised his head slightly when he saw me, and said in a hoarse voice: "Young man, do you want to eat sugar syrup?" ”。

I nodded slightly, and my gaze shifted unnaturally to the side. There was no valuable information in the messy and crowded room, and I couldn't help but feel a little lost, I inadvertently took the sugar syrup man handed to me by the old man, and I didn't know if the old man did it on purpose, or if it was my problem, the sugar syrup man suddenly fell to the ground. I glanced at the sugar syrup man who had fallen on the ground, and was just about to walk away with my front feet, when I was suddenly stunned, turned around and bent down, and picked up the sugar syrup man who had fallen on the ground.

Looking at the calm face of the old man, his hands kept swinging the machine to make the sugar syrup, as if from beginning to end, he didn't know at all. I slowly tugged at the corner of tin foil that had fallen to the ground from the syrup, and then a piece of syrup-stained tin foil appeared. I flipped the tin foil open, only to see that inside the tin foil, there was a piece of white paper, on which was written a line of small characters: No. 48, Jinyuan Road, Linfeng Town, Wuxiang District, Haichang City.

At this point, it was beyond my expectations. The handwriting on it was not written by my father, that is, it is very likely that my father was not sending me this information, so if it is not my father, who would it be? (To be continued.) )