After I arrived in Beijing and Ji Zizheng said goodbye, I went directly to Dongzhimen Street, the house I rented with Liu Xiangfei near Beixinqiao has not expired yet, I think, two months have passed, Liu Xiangfei's life should be better.

Before I left Beijing, I asked my father to send the mantra of our old Wang's "Sixteen Methods of Appreciating Treasures" to Liu Xiangfei's mobile phone. As long as Liu Xiangfei identifies some jade according to the formula, even if he has no talent, he should be able to eat in the antique jade business like his father.

When I arrived at Beixinqiao, I took a special look at the lock dragon well, and my grandfather asked me not to touch anything about the dragon again, when I was out of my body and was almost scared to death by the dragon shadow in the well, where would I dare to provoke it.

There is a real dragon corpse in the old well in Wangjia Village, which was killed by someone with a corpse, what is going on in this locked dragon well, is it sleeping in it, or is it also blocked here?

I crossed the Beixinqiao to the basement where we rented, and I remembered that our room number was 409, but when I arrived at room 409, I found that the door was locked, and Liu Xiangfei was not in the room. It's eight o'clock in the evening and he hasn't come back yet?

Maybe he was still busy now, I took advantage of the light in the corridor, took down the key that was hidden in the gatehouse and opened the door, the room was dark and there was no light, but I faintly smelled a foul smell.

Why don't the lights come on? Broken?

I fumbled to the desk in the room, I remember that there was a small table lamp on it, Liu Xiangfei sometimes turned on the small table lamp when he slept, but after I touched the small table lamp, I found that the table lamp was not lit.

I retreated from the house and went to the basement to find the landlord, who heard that I was a 409 resident, so he said, "It's been almost two months, and no one has come to live in you, and no one has paid the electricity bill for the first month, so I will cut off the electricity." ”

I was puzzled and asked, "Didn't my friend come to stay in two months?" ”

"You said the young man who sold jade?" The landlord asked.

I said, "Yes." That's him. ”

The landlord said: "I have a lot of residents here, but I am very impressed by that young man, he comes back at two or three o'clock in the morning every night, Beijing City is not peaceful this year, the old dead people at night, so I lock the door after one o'clock in the evening, he comes back so late every day, knocks on the door and asks me to open the door, which probably lasts for more than half a month." Once I told him to beat him, and the next day he gave me a piece of jade, that is, since that night, he has not knocked on the door again, I wonder in my heart, he is not there to knock on the door during the day, and when I go to collect the electricity bill, I find that the meter is not out of words, and he no longer lives here. But everything is still in the house, and you have paid half a year's rent, so I don't dare to pack it up and wait for you to come back. ”

I nodded, handed over the electricity bill to the landlord, asked her to recharge the electricity in the house, and went back to room 409.

I wondered in my heart, Liu Xiangfei's family background doesn't seem to be good, if he didn't live here, he would have gone to the landlord to refund part of the rent, and besides, his things are still there, is there something urgent to go home directly?

When I got back to my room, I found that everything in the room was still there, my bed and his bed were running east-west and north-south, and the beds were neatly folded. Including his worn, white-washed sheets were neatly placed at the head of the bed.

Liu Xiangfei's life seems to be more conditioned than mine, every night when he sleeps, he will fold his pants neatly, put them on the bench next to the bed, and fold the trouser belt into three sections, and put them on the folded pants, his things are very old and he is reluctant to throw them away, how can he throw all the things he uses here at this time?

Could it be that something had happened to him?

I followed the source of the smell to find a bag of meat slices on the table, the slices of meat were wrapped in a plastic bag and seemed to have not been eaten at all, and by this time it had rotted into a pulp, and I threw the bag in the trash can outside. Then he continued to inspect the contents of the house, only to find a pile of burnt paper under the cupboard.

What does Liu Xiangfei do when he burns paper in the room?

I looked at a black notebook on my desk, and when I opened it, it was blank except for the first page.

The page reads:

I came back from the train station today and I was very sad.

Once again, I was expelled from a small gang.

Although Wang Yang said that he was afraid that I would be involved in a vendetta, I knew that it was because I was too useless, just like I had been a waste for the past 26 years.

When I was still very young, I knew that I was different from others, others went to school and I had to herd cattle in the village, and when I heard Mr. Teach telling the students about this mysterious and mysterious world, how I longed to read.

Knowledge can change fate, I don't want the life I have now, I want to be famous.

Later, I finally went to school, and finally stopped wearing a straw hat to herd cattle in the scorching sun, but when I looked at the children around me who were much younger than me, I was always afraid in my heart, why am I different from them? Low claws to help carry.

I studied hard, I wanted to change my fate, when I was admitted to the county No. 1 middle school with the best grades in the village, and then to the No. 1 high school with excellent results, I found more and more that the world is different from what I imagined, and I realized that the stories told by Mr. Teaching when I was a child were all lies.

It's a world of science and reality, no money, no power, nothing.

My hard work didn't change the status quo in the slightest, I found that no matter how hard I tried, I was no longer the number one, my brain was not very smart, and my grades were accumulated by doing papers day and night.

My mother came to the school three times and told me not to go to school anymore, because my family could no longer afford me, and I wanted to get better grades and get a scholarship, but I couldn't, even if I did the exercises day and night.

My mother couldn't persuade me, so she stopped giving me living expenses, and my application for financial aid to the school was never approved, so I went to eat leftovers from the school cafeteria after I was hungry for two days.

I was discovered.

At that moment, I wanted to die.

High school classes were very tight, I wanted to go out and work part-time and didn't have time, I was forced to drop out of school to plant flowers at home, and later applied for the college entrance examination, I thought that after I was admitted to university, I could change my fate and have a good job.

When I was in college, I only had to work part-time in addition to attending classes, and I took a job as a flower shop to deliver flowers, which lasted for three years.

I'm starting to forget what I heard from Mr. Teacher when I was a kid, he said that the world is strange and magnificent, and that's.

I also started to learn from the people in my dorm room to surf the Internet when I was in school, and I started to complain about life, and I was calculating every day how I was going to spend the next few days, whether I would eat a two-dollar cake or a three-dollar cake tomorrow.

I heard people say that I was in pain for something, I felt sick, and I only thought about how I could eat a full bite for the rest of the day.

I was unemployed before I graduated, and I seemed out of place in this society, and I began to think about the question of life and death.

When I met Wang Yang at the train station, I thought he was the same humble kid as me, he was dressed in old clothes and carrying a bag that was worse than mine.

But when I arrived at the fat man's house named An Xiaowu, I realized that I was still different from them, even if Wang Yang regarded me as a brother, but I was seven or eight years older than them, and they were all first-class geniuses.

And I'm just a kid from a humble family, a garbage without any talent.

I saw that the young man named Ji Zizheng, when I was chatting with Song Gang, checked my information on the computer, and he saw what happened to me before, the archaeology major of Dongcheng College died in a class, and I was the only one left.

And no one knows my information, no one can find out where I am, and I am humbled to such a situation.

When they were chased and killed, both Song Gang and Wang Yang wanted me to get out of the car, what they didn't know was that I had already lost all my money when I sold jade, I knew that they were trying not to put me in danger, but I wanted to run away with them, I was such a useless person.

I burned all the diaries I've kept over the years, and I don't have to keep them anymore.

Professor Gu called and asked me to meet him in the evening.

The diary is gone when it gets here, I didn't know that Liu Xiangfei's situation would be so difficult, I always thought of him as his elder brother, and he was about the same age as Dasha.

The day he met me, he protected me as a younger brother and gave me a mobile phone of his own, how could I look down on him?

I felt a little guilty in my heart, and if I had known that his life was so difficult, I would definitely help him.

I couldn't sleep that night, and now Liu Xiangfei hasn't come back for so long, and I don't know where he went, did he commit suicide? In Beijing and Shanghai, there are unemployed young people who don't have enough to eat every day, has he become one of them?

I was lying on the bed, and I accidentally touched the needle bag on my waist, and remembered that there was a snow Jiao spirit given to me by my grandfather, so I was about to take it out.

But when I opened the needle bag, I found that the spirit of the snow Jiao was gone.