Mr. Chen told me an address. We didn’t talk that much on the phone. He gave me the address carefully and said someone would pick me up when the time came. Then he hung up the phone.
I had to be very careful, so after I came out of home, I didn’t rush to the address Mr. Chen said. Instead, I took a taxi to a nearby bustling shopping mall and walked around, blending in with the chaotic flow of people and leaving from another exit.
, the car reversed several times in succession, and drove around for at least an hour.
The address Mr. Chen told me is on Dashu Street in the old city. It is an area with the densest buildings in the old city. Simple and old residential areas, vegetable markets, and night markets are all connected together in a messy mess. Walking here, I
I feel that although there are a lot of people coming and going, it is actually a good place to hide because of this.
I walked through the wet market with a strange smell and turned into an alley. It was like entering a maze. I went back and forth a few times and was a little lost. But in the end I found a landmark building that Mr. Chen said, and then again
After walking eastward for a while, this is probably the destination.
But when I arrived at my destination, I didn’t know where to go. The houses in this place were older than me, and there were no house numbers at all. I looked back and forth, but I couldn’t see anything in the deep alley.
one person.
But after I walked about ten meters along the alley, I saw an old man squatting on the ground smoking in a doorway. I confirmed that I had never seen this person before, but when I walked here, the old man
He held an almost burned-out cigarette butt in his mouth and waved to me.
"Are you here to find someone?" He reluctantly took another sip from the cigarette butt in his mouth, rubbed his eyes, and said, "What's your name?"
"North." I remembered Mr. Chen's words. I thought this might be the person who came to pick me up, so I told him the truth straightforwardly.
"It's you." The old man stood up and shook his waist. He was probably in his sixties, with a wrinkled face. He was dressed and looked like an old bastard who had been hanging out on the streets for half his life. He smiled with a smile.
His teeth were almost black from the smoke, and he looked arrogant when he stood up. In short, he was quite vulgar: "Someone is waiting for you."
"Please take me there, thank you."
"You are a young man with a clear mind and are very sensible, right?" The old man asked me to walk to the doorway. He did not mean to lead the way. He stood chatting with me: "In this world, it is not easy for anyone to live like us.
The old man is very lonely. He has no employer and no pension. Prices have been rising. The hospital is very deceptive. Take the recent days for example. I went to the hospital to have a look at my leg. In fact, there was nothing serious. But...
I spent hundreds of dollars on some medicine that didn’t work..."
I fainted all of a sudden. This old man clearly knew that I came to see Mr. Chen, but he stood here babbling and had no idea what he was talking about.
"You?" I looked at him with doubtful eyes, not knowing what he wanted to express.
"It's boring to say it all." The old man stretched out two fingers and rubbed them back and forth, grinning up to his ears: "I'm so old, and I've been squatting here waiting for you for so long, you have to
It’s just a matter of time, right? I won’t blackmail you, I will get paid according to your work, how about you give me 200 yuan for traveling expenses?”
I was getting more and more confused as I looked at this old man who talked like an old man who talked nonsense to people on the streets to swindle money. But at this time, I just wanted to see Mr. Chen as soon as possible, so I was too lazy to ask so many questions and took two
Give him a hundred dollars.
The old magic stick suddenly became energetic, and the wrinkles on his face were much less. After that, he was very responsible and took me around to another doorway not far ahead, and took the key to open the door. This is a very old small courtyard, and when I walked in, I
It makes people feel dilapidated and depressed, and the mood can't help but be depressed.
I walked with the old magic gun to the main room of the small courtyard, and then passed through the bedroom. In the corner behind the bedroom, there was a very inconspicuous small door, about one meter high. People had to bend down to walk in. The old magic gun took me
After being brought here, he stopped leaving. He pointed to the small door and said, "Go in, he is inside."
To be honest, the scene in front of me made me feel panicked. This is a common scene in many ghost movies. The old magician turned around and left along the original road, leaving me standing alone by the small door. In this environment,
I felt even more nervous and cautious, and for a moment I didn't know whether I should open the door or not.
"north......"
While I was hesitating, a voice came vaguely from behind the small door. It was still a very familiar voice. When I heard this voice, my doubts were instantly dispelled, and I reached out and gently pushed open the small door in front of me.
Behind the small door is a very small room with no windows and a dim lamp hanging above the head. Because there is no ventilation, there is a stale and strange smell in the room. There is only room for one small bed in the whole room.
, the moment I opened the door, I saw Mr. Chen lying on the bed under the dim light.
His face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and he was lying quietly on the bed. My nose felt a little sore, so I grabbed him in one step and squatted beside the bed to look at Mr. Chen.
I grabbed his hand, and it was cold. I didn't know how to express my feelings for Mr. Chen. To me, he was both a teacher and a father.
"Beifang, I'm fine, fine." Mr. Chen gently patted the back of my hand to comfort me. Although his face was pale and bloodless, his expression and tone were as gentle as before.
Goodwill.
"Pei Xin is fine. You don't have to worry at your classmate's house now." I had thought about a lot of things before, but now I didn't know where to start.
"Time is running out, Beifang. You already know something, right? Otherwise, you will be frightened when you receive my call." Mr. Chen smiled bitterly and said in a self-deprecating tone: "For you guys?
Say, I am already a dead person."
In the past, although I often deceived Mr. Chen for some trivial matters, there was no malice in that kind of deception, just like a child who makes a mistake and lies to his parents for fear of being punished. However, looking at Mr. Chen in front of me, I don’t want to lie anymore. Mr. Chen
He knows something. If you talk to him for a while, he will probably understand.
"It's Wu Shengli from the institute." I rubbed my sore eyes and said, "You haven't been to the institute for a while. Maybe you don't know what's going on in the institute. Last Friday, Wu Shengli suffered a heart attack.
He died suddenly in the dormitory in the middle of the night. The hospital gave him a death certificate. Everyone thought he was dead and sent him to the morgue. However, that night, he ran to my door and waited for me."
"How could he be like this?" Mr. Chen frowned tightly. Just as I thought, it would be difficult for someone like Wu Shengli to be silent in the workplace to attract others' attention. Once something happened to him,
Whatever happens, it will make people feel extremely surprised.
"All I know is what he said." I said, "He has the remains of the Bird's Beak Cauldron from the Western Zhou Dynasty."
"Did you give him the residue?"
"No." I shook my head, gestured to Mr. Chen, and said, "He has a small bronze furnace. There are residues in the small furnace similar to those in a bird's beak tripod."
Mr. Chen's expression suddenly changed, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.
"He said a little about Dayanpo." Seeing that Mr. Chen's face and mood were not good, I slowed down the story and said, "But he didn't say too much."
"Beifang." Mr. Chen's mood recovered quickly. In just one minute, his tone was already calm: "There are some things that I really need to tell you. I don't have time, so I need you to keep some things for me."
"Teacher, you will be fine."
"You have to take good care of these things. You are still young. I know it may not be appropriate to give them to you, but besides you, I don't know who else to give them to." Mr. Chen smiled again and said:
"Don't comfort me. How many years does a person live? Dayan Slope, that is truly unforgettable Dayan Slope..."
Mr. Chen hasn't said anything yet, but I can tell from his tone that something may have happened in Dayanpo back then.
"Northern." Mr. Chen suddenly stared at me. At this moment, his expression was a little strange. I couldn't explain how strange it was, but it suddenly made me feel a little unnatural. But his expression soon disappeared.
He continued: "What happened in Dayanpo happened many years ago. Do you want to hear about it?"
I nodded. I was very surprised as to why Mr. Chen had such a strange change, but I could still feel that he was really running out of time, and he would definitely make it clear what he needed to say.
"I rarely mention the past. You are young, your mind may be more active than mine, and you can think of more." Mr. Chen slowly leaned against the bedside, looked at the dim lamp above his head, and said: "
I never want to say another word about Dayanpo, it is an unforgettable and extremely sad place for me."
"Teacher, Dayanpo, what exactly happened?"
"Beifang, I have taken you with me for several years, and your memory is very good. Then you should remember that I am very taboo about talking about my wife."
"Yes, I remember." I was surprised that Mr. Chen suddenly changed the topic as he spoke, but his thinking was obviously still clear, so I didn't ask questions, but just answered his questions. I remember it very well.
Clearly, Mr. Chen is taboo about mentioning his relationship and his wife. From the time I met him, he has been living alone. There is no trace of his wife in his home. This may even lead to misunderstanding. He has never
Married.
"She died in Dayanpo." Chen Lao said silently, "She will never come back."
"Teacher..." I really didn't expect Mr. Chen to mention this at this moment, and I didn't know how to respond.
"Let's get down to business, let's talk about Dayanpo." Mr. Chen raised his hand, wiped it at the corner of his eyes, and said, "But there are some things you can talk about, and some I won't tell you, so don't ask."