Daomu Biji

Chapter 1 Tomb Robbery Notes

The weather in Hangzhou in August is pleasant. Although the summer temperatures have become higher and higher in recent years, you can still feel the artistic conception of the clear water is beautiful when the water is shining by the West Lake.

I leaned on the couch in the shop and looked through the things I had compiled over the past few months.

It has been more than three months since I came back from Golmud, and I still haven’t seemed to recover. What happened in the end was really beyond my tolerance. I never imagined that things would end in such a state of affairs.

During these three months, I still couldn't get out of the nightmare. I would dream every night, dreaming about countless passing scenes.

But, can I really get rid of it? I really doubt that the frustration in my heart has not diminished any less as those secrets were revealed.

What others are trying so hard to hide must be what you don't want to see. Therefore, pursuing other people's secrets must bear the consequences of knowing the secrets.

This is what I finally realized. However, even the oil bottle can't escape that fate, so what can I do? How many people can keep full of questions in their hearts for a lifetime?

After I came back, I wrote down everything that happened in the past year, starting from my grandfather’s notes until now. One thing after another, one detail after another, the parts that were unclear at the time gradually became clear to me. It became clear in my mind that the truth was like this, and it was just like this. Thinking about the desire for these puzzles at that time, the absurd feeling in my heart made me sigh.

When I finished writing the last word, I thought about when I would be able to forget all these things. I thought this was unlikely. But I know that there will be a day when I forget. Just like Uncle San’s mask, if you wear it for too long, you can’t take it off. Time can always change things. I just wish this day could come sooner.

There's a lot I don't understand about the whole thing. For example, where is my real third uncle? Men You Ping Di's true identity and where did the disappeared Wen Jin go? What is the ultimate? Who built the huge underground ruins? What are the identities of Wen Jin's group of people, and what plans are they carrying out?

These things are still mysteries one by one. Originally, I was most interested in the latter, but now it seems. These questions are not that important anymore.

After the menial oil bottle came back. We sent him to Peking University First Hospital for a full body examination. There was basically no problem with his body, but he was not very conscious yet. We kept him in the hospital and found someone to take care of him. But this is not a long-term solution. I asked some people in Changsha to know some background about Menyoupin and asked them to help me find out. But no one has replied to me yet.

The fat man said he had a way, but there was no reply. It seems that it is far more difficult to understand the things behind the stuffy oil bottle than I thought.

Now we can only hope that he can get better soon and provide us with something useful. If not, then we can only support him for the rest of his life, which may not be a bad thing for him.

Few people get the chance to forget everything. And those who are lucky enough to forget, but desperately want to remember, this kind of reincarnation is simply a paradox of human nature. Speaking privately, I am not really afraid that he will never remember it, but I am afraid that he will remember something. But it’s not clear.

Pan Zi was sent to the hospital. It's a miracle that he survived, and I always find it a bit incredible. In fact, he did not receive a heavy share. He recovered quickly.

There is chaos in Changsha now, Pan Zi told me. When the old man was still there, even if the third master was not here, the situation there was still easy to control. But now it doesn't work anymore, the trees have fallen, the hozens have scattered, there are rumors everywhere, and he doesn't know what to do. Fortunately, the third uncle's property was reduced a lot by Chen Pi Asi's fight, otherwise it would have been difficult to deal with it. He could only take it one step at a time. If it didn't work, he would have to break up the partnership. The money he had saved over the years had already been enough. Don’t worry about clothes, now may be the time to retire.

I told him to find a girl and start a family as soon as possible, and stop worrying about his third uncle’s property. His third uncle is also old, and he has no children. This will happen sooner or later. It has been accumulated for a long time. Damn it. There is nothing we can do to turn the tide.

Pan Zi didn't respond at all, and the life or death of his third uncle was uncertain. I think he would never feel at ease, and he might still keep looking. I can only wish him good luck.

The fat man returned to Beijing when we broke up. He was the one who felt the least. He opened his business as usual when he went back. According to Pan Zi, this man is not only not shallow, but also very deep. But I really can’t see how deep he is. where. The fat man said a cliche before leaving: The mountains will remain green and the water will flow forever, and we will see you again in the future. It made sense. If you hadn't spent so much time together and experienced life and death, it would be difficult to understand the meaning of this cliché. How subtly desolate.

Tashi said goodbye to us in Golmud. If it weren't for him, we would definitely not be able to leave Tarim, so at that time we wanted to raise some money to give him. Tashi said that this matter was a karma for him and could bring us alive. When I came out, it was already blessed by the Bodhisattva, and he could no longer ask for our money. Later, I gave him my watch as a souvenir.

Ah Ning passed away, and I have temporarily lost contact with the company where Jude took the exam. I sent several emails to acquaintances, but they were all bounced. I don’t know if they will continue. In any case, if it fails this time, the old ghost should give up. If he continues to persist, he can only ask for happiness.

Dust to dust, dust to dust, everyone's life seems to be back on track. At that time, I had just returned to Hangzhou and continued to live my small life of working 9 to 5. I sat on the wicker chair and took a nap. When I woke up, I opened my grandfather's notes out of boredom and suddenly felt that time had gone back. , as if from another world.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly. When he woke up, he didn't know whether he was a butterfly dreaming of turning into a human being, or a mortal dreaming of turning into a butterfly. I heard it mysterious before, but now I suddenly understand his feelings. I just feel that everything in this year is like a dream, passing by in a flash, and I feel that I am still in the snake swamp. The leisure in front of me may be my imagination before I die.

No matter which one it is, I want to accept it happily. Sometimes, the end of something is more exciting than the outcome.

However, in the deepest part of my heart, I know very well that this matter is over far too early. Even, what I have experienced before is just the beginning.