I don’t know much about human eyes, but I still understand the most basic principles. In my impression, the eyes may be like a mirror. Whatever you see in front of you will be reflected by the pupils. Logically speaking, I
Right in front of Zhang Qiao, I should be reflected in his pupils. But in Zhang Qiao's eyes, there is a squatting figure with his back to me.
The naked figure was as thin as a ghost, with only a few sparse hair on the top of his head, squatting like that. This shadow immediately reminded me of Gollum in The Lord of the Rings.
"What is this! What is it!" I did feel a little scared, because it felt like one of my most familiar friends had changed.
"If you know what it is, why should I be so worried?" Zhang Qiao may have been infected by my emotions, and he immediately became excited, and there was a cry in his voice again.
The air in the room seemed to solidify at this moment, the atmosphere was tense and strange. Facing Zhang Qiao, who looked innocent and anxious, I didn't know what to do. But I thought, now is not the time to panic.
, you must stay properly awake, otherwise it will be worse.
"Okay, okay, don't be anxious." I stretched out my hand and wiped my face vigorously, and said to Zhang Qiao: "Tell me, what exactly is going on?"
The thing happened when Zhang Qiao fell into the hole. He rummaged through the things on the mummy. Although the environment at that time could not scare him to the point of peeing, he felt a little scared. Zhang Qiao was ready to retreat and go up first.
But when he was about to leave, the hole became unbalanced somewhere, and the sand in front of him slid down, as if an upright sand dune suddenly collapsed, and then, behind the sliding sand, a wall was exposed.
This is a wall made of stones. The surface of the wall has been polished and is very smooth. The function of this wall should be to block the way forward. If someone walks here, they will be blocked by the wall.
This shows that the people who built this wall did not want people to walk into the depths of the hollow. But when listening to Zhang Qiao's story, I thought, can a stone wall, no matter how thick, stop people? This is probably impossible
.
Zhang Qiao was attracted by this wall. As he looked at it, he found that there seemed to be a painting on the smooth wall.
It was a very strange painting, very abstract, and the entire wall was covered in paint. There was no specific shape in the painting, but after Zhang Qiao stood for a while, he felt that the painting looked like a big black hole.
Moreover, this painting seemed to have a special power. Zhang Qiao felt that he had some kind of hallucination. He seemed to be standing in front of a bottomless black hole. If he took another step forward, he would be swallowed by the black hole.
inside.
That kind of fear came from deep inside. Although he didn't see anything scary, Zhang Qiao started to tremble all over. He felt that the painting on the wall had turned into a huge eye, watching him.
This is what happened. Zhang Qiao was scared and couldn't care about anything else. He quickly climbed back and found his friend. Because there was the book with my photo on it, Zhang Qiao thought twice and didn't take it.
He told his friends all the situation and just found a reason to persuade everyone to start the return journey in advance.
During the return trip, Zhang Qiao accidentally noticed the changes in his eyes, and he was frightened at that time.
"Zheng Tong, from that time on, I have been dreaming every day." Zhang Qiao covered his head: "The same dream."
In Zhang Qiao's dream, there is always a shadow that is similar to the ghost in his eyes. This shadow has its back to Zhang Qiao, squatting silently. Although there is no other content in the dream, this shadow is similar to the one that repeats every day.
The constant dream makes Zhang Qiao increasingly unbearable.
"Are your eyes affected in any way? Or do you feel any discomfort?"
"Not yet." Zhang Qiao rubbed his eyes. In fact, his problems mainly came from psychology. He always felt that there would be something wrong with his eyes. There was also that strange dream that had been tormenting him and causing him a lot of mental stress. Because his eyes were still
There was no discomfort, so Zhang Qiao did not go to the hospital for relevant examinations. He came to me as soon as he came back.
"Check it first and talk about other things later."
"Do you think anything will happen to me?"
"It's a shitty thing, just relax, it's okay."
While I was picking up my clothes, I silently sorted out the whole story, but the more I thought about it, the more nonsense it seemed to me. To be honest, I usually wish my dad could go on a business trip longer, but now, I wish he could
Come back early, or at least leave the place without signal early so that I can contact him.
Something was silently changing in my heart. When I accompanied Zhang Qiao to the hospital, my father would often appear. This serious, dull man who didn’t want to say a word was so different from the distant house.
What does the ancient tomb have to do with it?
I think I need to ask clearly.
I checked in for Zhang Qiao, and then he went for a check-up. I waited outside. The phone in my pocket buzzed, and I took it out. The four words "unknown number" were displayed on the shiny screen. I
I found it strange because the caller ID function of the phone can clearly display the location of the other party's number. After I answered the call, no one spoke there, only a rustling sound like the wind.
I fed him several times and then the phone was hung up.
Normally, I would be too lazy to pay attention to this situation. But not today. I always had a vague feeling that something was going to happen. I called back right away, but the prompt I received was that the other party's number was
Empty number.
"What happened today?" I muttered and fiddled with my phone.
Zhang Qiao also encountered some trouble. His condition was very rare, and the old doctor who came to see him had never seen it in his life. The old doctor looked at Zhang Qiao with an expression as if he had seen a precious dinosaur fossil, and asked Zhang Qiao at that time.
Qiao was hospitalized for treatment, and he was told that the fee could be waived. Zhang Qiao was frightened, rushed out of the door, and ran away with me.
I don’t know why, but Zhang Qiao and I were in a very low mood. We walked on the street and felt listless. Finally, he suggested going to a bar, which I never liked, and he also suggested singing. The two of them opened a big bag of beer.
After two dozen drinks, by the time he was all slightly tipsy, it was already night. As Zhang Qiao drank, he began to feel melancholy. He was afraid of the dark night because he had to go to bed at night, and as soon as he went to bed, he had to do what he had been doing for several days.
Dream.
"Let's go, brother will take care of you."
When I left, I called my father's phone again, but what I heard was still the sound of the other party's phone being turned off.
In fact, I am a person with strong premonitions. From this moment on, I had a premonition that there might be something flowing secretly that I could not predict, but I could not figure out what it was.
I took Zhang Qiao home and the voice-activated light in the corridor was broken. After I opened the door and took the first step into the room, I felt something stepped on my feet.
I turned on the light and saw an envelope lying on the ground. The envelope only had the words "Zheng Tong received" written on it. There was no return address or postmark. The envelope was sealed.
"Who sent the letter?" Zhang Qiao rubbed his eyes again. In this era, paper letters have become very unfamiliar to many people.
"have no idea."
I sat on the sofa and opened the letter. The first thing I saw was a dense and very familiar handwriting, my father's handwriting. He was a dull person and had never been used to using computers and the like. He always insisted on writing by hand. When I was a child,
He also taught me how to practice pen calligraphy. I am very familiar with his handwriting and I can't mistake it.
When I read the letter, the premonition in my heart suddenly became countless times stronger. Really, something was changing invisibly.
son:
When you read this letter, your father has already left, going to a place far away, which may take a long time. You have to take care of yourself.
Dad always has something in his heart that he wants to say to you. When you were young, he felt that you wouldn’t understand him even if he said it. When you grew up, he felt that you would turn a deaf ear to these words. His son,
You know it. So, only if I tell you what dad wants to say at this time and in this way, maybe you will remember it in your heart.
Everyone's life is like a novel. In the novel, there are everything they have experienced, and in the novel, there are things they are unwilling to face.
Character determines destiny. Therefore, everyone will have various attitudes when facing these things they are unwilling to face. But without exception, they will find it embarrassing, or even too embarrassing to accept it.
Dad only hopes that one day you can believe that when you face this, you must believe that fate has chosen you to experience the inevitable setbacks and hardships in life. So, when that day comes,
What you have to do is not to complain, not to escape, nor to be brave. You have to be thoughtful and a thinking person.
Maybe you still don't understand these words now. But dad believes that you will understand them sooner or later.
Dad is not a competent father. He didn't give you much care when you were a child, and he didn't give you much freedom when you grew up. Here, Dad solemnly apologizes to you and hopes you can forgive me.
You have to remember that you have grown up and you have to do what you should do.
There is a box under the bed in dad's bedroom. The password of the box is your birthday. There are some things in the box. Dad may be away for a long time. I hope you can use these things to live a good life.
Don't relax because your father has left, and don't be upset because your father has left.
Everyone has his own way of living in this life, and every parent has different requirements for his son. I don’t expect you to become an earth-shattering person. Dad only hopes that you will become the best version of yourself, and that is enough.
That's the content of the letter. My emotions kept fluctuating with this letter. What kind of letter is this? Where has dad been? What has he been doing?
Thinking about what just happened, I suddenly believed in my judgment even more. That ancient tomb, the small book on the mummy...
The matter was directly related to my dad, although I didn't understand what kind of relationship there was. At this moment, I finally knew what was changing in my life.
"Who sent this letter?"
"I don't know who sent it." I kept getting goosebumps because I felt very uneasy, especially the question Zhang Qiao asked me, which made me even more uneasy: "However, the person who sent the letter made a mistake."