Yan Er disappeared, and they originally said that they would return to Yunnan Ruili Market to continue working hard after making enough money, but Yan Er disappeared without a trace on a very ordinary afternoon, and the miners searched underground in batches according to the instructions of their superiors for several days, but still did not find Yan Er's body.

As a last resort, Chen Yaohua returned to China alone, set up a stall in the Ruili gambling stone trading market and became a small trader, after years of research and practice, he finally reached the peak of the gambling stone industry. Chen Yaohua believes that this is definitely not his own talent, but some mysterious unknown force, or the drive of destiny, so that he has to go deep into the gambling stone industry, and one day in the future return to Hpakant, Myanmar, to explore the secret of the red jade vein back then, maybe wait until that day, Chen Yaohua can also know the truth about Yan Er's disappearance.

The old man coughed for a while, his face became more and more pale, and after listening to the story, I looked at the old gambling stone expert, and asked what I wanted to ask, "Then did you go back later?" This sentence was swallowed back into his stomach.

"You haven't been back, have you?" I asked in a low voice.

The gambling stone expert nodded, and there was hardly any light in his gray-brown eyes, looking exhausted.

"So, do you know why I say it takes a lifetime to gamble on stones? It's like a fortune teller who doesn't live long, and those who try to spy on the heavens will inevitably be punished, and as you can see, my body is no longer good. In the next period of time, I can teach you what I have learned all my life, but you also have to promise me one thing, that is, after you finish your studies, no matter how many years have passed, you must go to the mine where I worked back then, even if the world has changed and it has become a wasteland, you must also find the location of the Red Fei vein. Child, it's all fate. ”

I sat in the same place, the chair opposite was already empty, but I still didn't move my position, staring blankly ahead, countless people in different fabrics rubbed my back and hurried by, no one was willing to slow down and stop to talk to me.

The temperature on the ground gradually cooled, I packed my things, and walked home in despair, just as someone was selling cold pea flour on the corner of the street, I stopped the vendor to buy a bowl, squatted in the corner and devoured it, until my stomach was filled with cold pea flour, and my depression subsided.

In the next few days, the gambling stone expert who must appear in the Ruili gambling stone trading market every day suddenly stopped coming, and there was no news, he was indefinite before, no one knew where he lived, so it was also beneficial, the ability of the gambling stone expert to see the stone was absolutely the top level in the industry, if his old bottom was turned out, I am afraid that there will be some unscrupulous people to blackmail him to do things for the original stone merchant.

I wondered to myself, isn't this balding expert going to teach me what I've learned all my life? Is it just a trick to tease him?

Two days later, when I thought that the gambling stone expert would never come back, the old man came to me again, and the two of us agreed on a very secluded place, and the old man said that he must go to the designated place at three o'clock in the afternoon every day, but if I did not come one day, he waved his sleeves and left.

Nearly half a year has passed, and the gambling stone expert has also left Ruili according to the agreement at that time, I don't know where he will go in the future, he is old, so he must not take his secret into the dark grave.

I knew early on that what the old man said was half-true, and Hongfei might be true, but Yan Er's disappearance, he must have lied more or less.

The noise was endless. I looked up blankly at the bustling people in the market, and for a moment I didn't know which way to go, and perhaps, I never knew which way to go.

The old man gave me all his shop, but when I sat in front of the shop in a daze, I still felt that everything was so psychedelic, and now that I think about it, many details of the Burmese story told by the gambling stone experts are also very unreasonable, but I still want to believe in the guidance of fate, so I wrote this work notebook.