During the three days I waited for Big Teeth, I really lived like the New Year. I was unwilling to eat, I was listless and depressed all day. I tossed and turned at night, and I couldn’t sleep at all. Every day I could doze at dawn. In just a few days, I felt like I had lost weight and was weak.

Early in the morning of the fourth day, Daya arrived in Beijing. It was a blink of an eye that I hadn’t seen Daya for several years. Last time, it was Xiaobao who started working, the three of us gathered in Dalian once.

My big teeth are one year younger than me, and I am the same age as Xiaobao, but my face is much more mature than me. It is probably because of that black face. I am quite tall, strong in body, not big eyes, but I have a spirit and look energetic and energetic.

He studied in a medical department and a certified Chinese medicine doctor. His old man was a barefoot doctor in our village at that time. He was a ancestral Chinese medicine doctor Qi Huang Zhizhi. He was good at acupuncture and was good at diagnosis and medication. At that time, he was very famous in our village. Everyone from nearby villages came to find his old man. It was also under the mobilization of his old man that Daya applied to Changchun College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He was also considered to be a father's business and son's inheritance, and was carried forward.

Two years ago, Daya opened a pharmacy in the provincial capital. He sometimes took a visit to the clinic to take the pulse for others and took the disease. His master was old and he had a living. He usually helped in the store, and his family lived a comfortable life.

But I also know why. When I saw Daya's appearance, I felt like a quack doctor. For this reason, I have eliminated him more than once, saying that his veterinarians are so scared that the horse is so scared that it really affects the overall image of the doctor team. Fortunately, I opened a pharmacy myself. If I go to the hospital for treatment, I will probably be beating wolves every year and have the lowest performance.

Daya couldn't listen to this. When he heard me say this, this guy must be furious and was anxious to argue with me, saying that people should not behave like a person and the sea water should not be measured. Although he is not handsome, he is also a first-class handsome. He is the rebirth of Hua Tuo and Bian Que is reborn...

I'm tired of hearing this set of words. I really want to hold him in the toilet and let him take a good look at his face.

We haven't met each other for several years, but our friendship is not at all. As soon as we meet, we start to bury each other. It seems that without hurting each other's words, we can't express the joy in our hearts.

Daya lay on the sofa, resting and motionless. After feeling the joy of entering Beijing, he talked to me about the past few years. As he was talking, it was noon. Daya patted her stomach and told me not to just focus on "talking" and to prepare something for food first. I was already hungry.

I smiled and put on my clothes, pulled my teeth straight downstairs, chose a restaurant that was "French-school" and ordered a few delicious side dishes, eating and drinking. The drinks of both of us were comparable. They didn't drink them, and they poured them as soon as they drank them. As soon as we drank two bottles of beer, we felt a little dizzy in our heads as soon as we drank them.

During the intermission, Big Teeth held a cigarette in her mouth and squirted it hard, her eyes getting a little straightened. She stared at me for a long time, and felt a little scared in my heart.

The big teeth were obviously drunk a little, and her eyes were straight and she calmed down everywhere. Her eyes were so clear, but she should still understand in her heart. She leaned against me and said to me in a low voice: "Actually, I don't think this matter is simple. According to the worker next to her, Xiaobao was unconscious before she died, but she was always muttering beads, skulls, and life words, and kept muttering until she died..."

Daya spat out a puff of cigarettes and continued, "Thinking about what happened before, what your old man said, it's really not okay to believe in fate. It's like a cycle of cause and effect, and it's unhappy to retribution. I went to Xiaobao's house in the past two days and got the bead. You also know that this bead is the white porcelain bead he picked up in the grave circle. We have always wanted it and he won't change it no matter what he said."

I nodded, because when Xiaobao picked up the bead, only Daya saw it. Later, Daya told me that we specially asked Xiaobao to borrow the bead. It was a pure white bead the size of a glass marble. At that time, I thought it was a porcelain bead and wanted to exchange it for something, but Xiaobao didn't do anything.

While talking, he took out a box, opened it, took out the bead and handed it to me.

After hearing what Daya said, I quickly took it over and held it in my hand. I felt a chill rushing upward along my fingers along my arms. I was shocked and woke up 80% of the wine. I quickly rubbed it with my hands and then pinched it with my hands. The feeling seemed to be gone again.

Is there something wrong with this bead? It has something to do with Xiaobao's death?

Daya and I talked about the things we did when we were young for a long time, but in the end, we didn’t make a difference in Ziwu, Mao and You.

We didn't know how we got home. When we woke up, we realized that it was dark outside and blinked for a whole afternoon.

I just washed my face and woke up. Judging from his condition, I should have had a good sleep. My hair, which was not long, rolled like a chicken coop, was messy, and I hummed a small song after I got up.

I ate a little too much at noon and drank a little high in wine. I now have no appetite, so we sat around the coffee table, brewed a pot of tea, and started chatting.

Daya rubbed her face with her hands and said to me: "Let's go, I always feel that Xiaobao's death is not that simple. You also know that in another year, the twenty-year period that your old man said will pass. Do you still remember what day it was when we had an accident?"

I shook my head: "Who remembers this? I know it seems to be the end of October. It was already snowing at that time. Who knows what day?"

Daya snarled, nodded, and then told me that he had asked Uncle Han specifically, and Uncle Han told him that it was October 29, 1989. Speaking of this, Daya stretched out her neck, grinned and looked at me, and told me that the day when Xiaobao was smashed to death was October 29 this year.

Although this winter is cold, fortunately, the heating in the community is still very good. You can wear thread clothes and trousers indoors. The heating is a bit hot and the heat waves are coming. But as soon as Daya finished speaking, he felt the temperature inside suddenly drop, like falling into an ice cave, and his whole body became cold. I felt a cold wind coming up from my pants' legs, and swam all over my body like a snake. I was so scared that I immediately burst into white sweat.

Nineteen years, one day is not bad. What day is October 29? Why is it so unlucky and so weird?

I felt my feet numb, so I stood up and walked around. Suddenly I thought of something, and I pulled out a Zhouyi Perpetual Calendar from the bookshelf and curiously turned to the day of October 29, 1989. This day was the year of Ji Si, the year of the snake, and the first day of the tenth lunar month. I looked at the day carefully. Although it was not a zodiac auspicious day, it was not a bad day for nothing to do.

Subconsciously, I turned to October 29, 2008 again. As I looked at it, my eyes went straight. I didn't hold the book in my hand and fell directly to the floor, scaring my big teeth that were drinking tea. I started shouting at me: "What's the matter? Do you know that people are scary, are you scaring?..."

My head was completely messed up at this time. I could only see the mouth of Big Teeth moving constantly, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. At this moment, I seemed to be isolated from this space and could not hear any sound. The world was quiet, terrifyingly quiet.

Daya probably realized something, so she came over and pushed me: "Come on...Lu Liang, what's wrong with you? Don't pretend to be a silly, it's okay, right?"

When Daya pushed me, I came to my senses and couldn't help but have a cold war. I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. Then I bent down and picked up the book from the ground, looked carefully, and said to Daya: "Daya, listen to me, I will tell you something. You know that the day Xiaobao had an accident was October 29, right? But do you know that it is not only the Gregorian calendar on the same day, but also the lunar calendar on the same day, it is... the first day of the October 20th."

It’s not bad on the Gregorian calendar, but it’s the same day on the lunar calendar. This kind of coincidence will be cycled every nineteen years. But you should know that such coincidences are fine if you just happen to Xiaobao. The day when the accident happened and the day when the death occurred were not bad for a whole nineteen years. It’s really weird. Is it a coincidence? Or is it really destined? Why did it hit the head and die? Is it related to Xiaobao’s broken skull?

The room fell into silence, without any sound, so quiet that even the sound of boiling water in the kettle was infinitely amplified. The "hulu" kept ringing, like a ferocious beast roaring in the dark, making people feel upset.

Big Ya finally shook Yao's head, sighed, broke the silence, and cursed with some resentment, "Damn it, what kind of day this is really hard to understand."

My heart was also extremely confused. On October 29th, the first day of October, these numbers formed a big circle, constantly circling around my head, making me dizzy.

As I was circling around, I suddenly felt a little scared. Daya looked at me and scolded me and said, "Don't you pretend you can die? Why are you fucking shocked? Where are you cheating?"

At this time, I had long since lost the intention of quarreling with him. I stared at Daya and told him that I suddenly thought of something, I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional. Do you remember how old Xiaobao was when we had an accident back then?

Daya opened her mouth without hesitation and replied: "You're ten years old."

I asked again: "How old is Xiaobao this year?"

Daya was a little impatient and told me that he still needed to ask, twenty-nine!

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized something and stared at me: "Ten, twenty-nine. October 29? Mom, it's not such a coincidence, right?"

I glanced at Daya: "Daya, I still remember that my grandfather told me that if Xiaobao could withstand twenty years, it would be basically fine. I didn't understand why it was twenty years, but now I understand that nineteen years is a cycle of the lunar calendar in the Gregorian calendar, and it is a fate. But these "ten years" and "twenty-nine years" actually correspond to the date of the accident. I don't know if it was a coincidence."

After hearing what I said, Daya shook her head and said to herself: "Either accident or coincidence, there will be any possibility, but when you think about so many coincidences and Qiaoran together, it feels not like that, as if this is inevitable."
Chapter completed!