Daomu Biji

Hangzhou has a pleasant climate in August. Although the temperature in summer has been getting higher and higher in recent years, you can still feel the mood of "the water is bright and clear" on the edge of the West Lake.

I leaned on the lounge chair of the shop and read through the things I have organized over the past few months. It has been more than three months since I came back from Golmud. I haven't seemed to slow down. What happened in the end is really beyond my tolerance. I didn't imagine that things would end in such a state of affairs.

During these three months, I couldn't get out of the nightmare at that time. I dreamed every night and dreamed of countless experiences.

But can I really get rid of it? I really doubt that the stagnation in my heart has not lost any less with the unraveling of those secrets.

What others desperately want to cover up, must be what you do n’t want to see, so the pursuit of other people ’s secrets must bear the knowledge of the secrets.

This is what I finally realized, but even the oil bottle ca n’t escape that fate, what can I do? How many people can put all their questions in their hearts for a lifetime?

After I came back, I wrote down all the things in this year, starting from my grandfather's notes, until now, one by one. But I know that I will forget the day after all, just like the mask of the third uncle, if I wear it for too long, I can't take it off. Time can always change something. I only hope that this day will come earlier.

In the whole thing, there are still many parts that I don't understand. For example, where is my real third uncle? The true identity of the dull oil bottle, where did the disappeared Wenjin go? What is the ultimate? Who built the huge ruins underground? What is the identity of Wen Jin's people, and what plans are they carrying out?

These things are still mysteries one by one. What originally attracted me the most is the latter, but in the present view, these problems are not very important.

After the oil bottle came back, we sent him to Peking University First Hospital for a full-body examination. His body is basically no problem, that is, his consciousness is not very clear, we left him in the hospital and found someone to take care of him. But this is not a long-term plan. I have asked some people in Changsha, want to know some background of the stuffy oil bottle, let them go to ask me, but no one has yet responded to me.

The fat man said that he had a way, maybe there was an echo. It seems that it is far harder to understand the things behind the stuffy oil bottle than I thought. Now I can only hope that he can get better soon and provide us with something useful. If it can't, it can only be raised by us for a lifetime. For him, maybe it's not a bad thing.

Few people have the opportunity to forget everything, and those who are lucky to forget, but want to remember desperately, this kind of reincarnation is simply a wayward paradox. Speaking in private, I'm not afraid that he will never remember, but I am afraid that he remembered something, but it is not clear.

Panzi was taken to the hospital, and it was a miracle that he survived. I always felt a little weird. He was actually not seriously injured and he soon recovered.

There is chaos in Changsha, and Pan Zi told me that even when the old man was still there, even if Sanye was not there, the situation there would be easy to control, but now it does n’t work anymore. Know what to do. Fortunately, the industry of the third uncle was shrunk a lot by Chen Pi'a's four fights, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with. He could only take one step at a time, which was really impossible, so he could only dismantle his partner. Don't worry about wearing it, now may be the time to retire.

I told him to let him quickly find a girl to become a family, so do n’t worry about the third uncle ’s property, the third uncle is also old, and he has no children and no daughters. This will happen sooner or later. We have no way to turn the tide.

Pan Zi didn't respond very much. The uncle's life and death were unclear. I think he will never be at ease, and he might still find it forever. I can only wish him good luck.

When the fat man broke up, he returned to Beijing. He was the least feeling. He went back to open business as usual. According to Pan Zi, this man ’s city is not only shallow, but also deep, but I really ca n’t see his deep where is it. The fat man said a few words before leaving: Qingshan will not change the long stream of green water, there will be a period in the future. It's quite sensational, if it weren't for so much time to get along with someone who was born and died, it's hard to realize how tactful and bleak the meaning in this kind of cliché.

Tashi said goodbye to us in Golmud. If it were not for him, we would definitely not be able to get out of Tarim, so we wanted to raise some money for him at the time. Tashi said that this matter was a sin for him and could save us alive. Bringing it out is already a bodhisattva blessing. He can no longer ask for our money. Later, I gave my watch to him for a memorial.

Aning was dead. I was temporarily out of contact with Judeco's company. I sent a few E-mails to acquaintances, but they were all sent back. I don't know if they would continue. In any case, the failure of this time, the old ghost should also die, if you still persist, you can only ask for blessings.

Dust is dust, dust is dust, everyone's life seems to be back on normal track. At that time, I just returned to Hangzhou to continue my life of 9-to-5. I sat on the wicker chair and took a nap. When I woke up, I turned my grandfather's notes out of boredom and suddenly felt back in time. It's like a world away.

Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, after waking up, did not know whether he was a butterfly in the dream of humanity, or a mortal in the dream of the butterfly. I used to listen to Xuanhu, now I understand his feelings at once. I only feel that everything in this year is like a dream, passing by, and feeling that I am still in the snake swamp. The leisurelyness in front of me may be the speculation before my death.

No matter which one, I want to accept it. Sometimes, the end of a thing is more exciting than the result of this thing.

However, in the deepest part of my heart, I understand very well that this matter is said to end very early.