I lit a cigarette knowing that many things were inevitable and it was time to make a choice.
I made an important call in a small bar in the small town of Medog under the mountain. The place where I am, said to be a small bar, is actually a small room decorated as a bar. There are many pictures of ALICE friends on the wall. You can drink many drinks that you can drink outside the mountains, and you can see scented candles and some bars. There should be things in it, but they are all very expensive. A can of beer that would have sold for a few dollars is now sold for thirty dollars. Now this season, many charcoal fires are lit in the bar, and people gather around the fire in twos and threes, chatting various stories in a southern accent.
Although it was the afternoon, the whole room was very dark. There were only two light sources, charcoal light and candle light. The fire light reflected from metal and glass instruments wandered in the whole space. This is my favorite and the most stable atmosphere. . So the call I made took a lot longer than expected.
On the other end of the phone is a fat man who is thousands of kilometers away. The temperature on the fat man's side should be very high. From the tone of his speech, I can feel the temperature spurting out of the microphone. After I separated from Fatty, we rarely contacted at first, because it was really hard to get in touch with Banai. When I called there, Agui always answered and told him to ask Fatty to call me back, but Fatty always refused. call back.
In that state, I was actually quite afraid that he would actually call back, because there were too many memories I couldn't face, and I was actually relieved if he didn't call back. In this way, it was not until half a year later that Fatty and I reconnected. The good news is that his condition has improved a lot, and he can play some jokes.
After that, I kept in touch with him about once a week, and he became more and more open. I tried to get him to leave Guangxi, but he always seemed to have some kind of bad mood on this issue. When he talked about it, he would slap him and say that he is living well with his father-in-law. There are still many people here who want to Be his father-in-law, so he is reluctant to come out and so on.
Later, I didn't force it anymore, but I still hope that my phone can bring him some modern atmosphere, so that he will not be addicted to the life like the idle cloud and wild crane in Yaozhai. If I come out later, I can understand what is happening in this society. .
During the chat during this period, I told Fatty little by little what I found here. When Fatty heard that I found the picture of my little brother, he became very excited all of a sudden, and I followed suit. A little proud of it. It turned out that he still had passion in his heart, or in other words, the positive side of his heart had recovered, but he was not willing to admit it yet.
I thought so at first, but when I was chatting with Fatty, I found that his excitement was a bit wrong. Listening to his tone, it seemed that he was not interested because of what I said, but seemed to hear from my words. What, in contemplation and doubt.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked him, "Tsk tsk, are you eating yellow mud snails while talking?"
"There's really no such thing here, you fat man, I listened to what you said, and I feel that It's not quite right. But maybe I'm thinking too much."
"What's wrong?" I asked, "Nothing happened here, although it's not as humid and comfortable as Banai, but it's better to escape from the world. You're poor, don't make me seem like a vulgar and blind person."
"That's right, our family is innocent, fresh and refined, and a weak official. We carry out the Lei Feng Movement wherever we go. Bibanai, but said that Medog is the mother, and the Buddha said: Leifeng Pagoda is always going to fall."
"Where the hell do you come from so many broken words?" I got angry, "The public telephone here is very expensive. , can you say something sincere? Don't talk about these dicks."
"It's definitely not a dick, fat man, I haven't thought of your second brother for a long time, there is a solid basis, you listen to me."
"You two Brother is the dick." I cursed. The fat man laughed and said, "So, listen to me, you came back from Nepal and passed through Medog, right?" I nodded, and realized that he couldn't see it after nodding, and said, "Yes."
"You You came back from Nepal, why did you leave from Medog? You are a bird that flew back from Nepal and landed in Medog for a while? You are doing business, and the things you bring with you are not large, you should bypass Medog and leave Is there a more convenient route or a direct international flight back from Nepal?"
"I'm so bored, I just want to take this route."
"Then the people around you will let you go? You know that going to Medog is a very troublesome thing, and from what I know about you, you don't have such thoughts. Taking off does not conform to your work habits."
I nodded, and my heart said that it is true, the phobia of long nights and dreams is the sequelae of what I have experienced after so many things, I always feel that once I stop, or I breathe a little , this thing will be destroyed. So I no longer do things randomly, but especially pursue high efficiency and take shortcuts.
"Think about it, how did you get to Medog? It must have been a lot of things that subtly prompted you to make this decision."
I recalled it and said, "It's not that complicated, it's actually because we are at the border. At that time, we walked the black line for tax evasion. At that time, the person who took us across the border was the tour guide of Medog and told us about Medog. Then our car broke down on the road. At that time, we were very embarrassed and waited on the road for a long time. I just got a car to Medog. That car had to go to Medog, and it couldn't take us there. They said they would put us down when they saw other cars on the way. I chatted with the tour guide all the way, and decided to come to Medog without knowing what to do. Take it off."
"Do you think this is fate?" Fatty said after listening, "Think about it again, why did you see the picture of my little brother?" After Fatty said this, I suddenly understood what he wanted to say. My heart sank immediately, and I heard Fatty say: "There aren't so many coincidences in the world, even if my little brother really stayed in Medog for a long time, how could it be painted by someone so coincidentally, and it's still hanging on where you can see it? Where do you think it was a TV series?"
"You mean—someone else designed it? He used my brother's portrait to keep me here? What kind of conspiracy is there?" "You think it's over. If it was you in the past, you would never ignore this point with your careful thought." When I was stunned, Fatty suddenly said, "Innocent, you've fallen into the trap, congratulations on your upgrade to naive. Quadratic, innocent and naive."
"Don't give a fuck." I was a little depressed, "What do you say now? I'll leave immediately?"
"Don't. There are just a few idiots around you, and you're in it now, their plan is going on, it's stable, and you're not in any danger; but if you suddenly act like you've seen through their plan, they'll definitely use it. If the second plan leaves you behind, you may not be so free.
You stay calm, give me the address, and I will arrive as quickly as possible." "Have you decided to go out?" "You It's all 'naive quadratic', before you are dismissed from the prescription, I have to come and save you." Fatty's voice was flat, "Besides, this matter has nothing to do with me, you were dismissed. , the next one may be the fat man and me."
My heart warmed, and the slight panic just now disappeared. I read him the address and put the phone down knowing that he might be here in a week as soon as possible.
Looking around, I suddenly found that the atmosphere here is not so relaxed and comfortable. Instead, there is a ghostly atmosphere. I don't know if it is a psychological effect or it is just like this, but I didn't realize it because I was too relaxed just now. After drinking the beer, I transitioned for a while at the junction of the cold at the door and the warm inside, and then I walked out of the house and walked into the wind.
Although the fat man said that, I still have to go to the post office to see if it is what he said. And, I don't know why, I especially want to take a look at the painting again, and take a look at the stuffy oil bottle in the painting.
If it is true as the fat man said, there are still people designing me, what is it for? It's been so long, and I'm no longer tangled. Does anyone still want to push me into those endless abyss? I can't help but sneer, I'm not who I used to be, and now I want to fool me, when I'm careless That's all, but if I were to notice, the other party wouldn't be much better off.
I came to the post office and it was always busy, full of people of all kinds, exchanging packages, packing, and filling in addresses. Taking advantage of the chaos, I walked behind the counter, the people inside looked at me, and I said, "I'm here to pay." "What?" an accountant inside asked. I took out 3,000 yuan and said, "I owe it last time, check it out. There is a note written on your desk."
He took the money and wondered, "I haven't read the note." "It's not you, it's someone else," I said. "Is it a woman?" I nodded: "It should be your colleague, why don't you call and ask." The accountant was a little confused, so he called. I immediately pretended to be bored and came to the wall up, looking at the stuffy oil bottle in the oil painting on the wall.
As soon as the phone got through there, I took the painting off the wall and looked carefully at the nails on which the painting was hung. It was an old nail, and there was a visible mark on the wall behind the frame, indicating that the painting had been hanging here for a long time. Hmm? Could it be that the fat man is overthinking? I thought to myself. I put the painting down, and looked at the pennant and picture frame hanging on the side before I finished the phone call and turned over the paper on the desk. As soon as I turned it over, my heart moved. After the picture frame with "Pengcheng Wanli" painted on it, there is no imprint on the wall, and the color of the wall is very uniform.
This thing has only been hung up recently. I took a few steps back and saw that the other party was still talking on the phone. I immediately turned around and left, walked outside, and when the cold wind blew, I understood everything. The painting of the stuffy oil bottle is too small, and the color is dull. If I was careless at the time, it is very likely that I would not be able to see it. In order for me to see it, I had to make this oil painting look very abrupt.
In such a small private post office, it is impossible for an oil painting to appear on the wall. It is very difficult for me to notice this oil painting, and for such a small thing to be discovered at a glance, it must be on the side. There is something quite different from it but inconspicuous big to highlight it. In the past, I thought that it was impossible for people to deliberately make such details, but now I have long known that people's ability to control details is actually infinite.
And, it does work. This wall was carefully designed so that I could see this oil painting. Why is there a mark on the wall behind the oil painting? I think there must be an oil painting hanging here originally, but the painting was changed later, and the original frame was still used, which is why it fits so well. I was running fast in the wind, thinking about ways in my heart, thinking about everything that happened in the process of coming here. When Fatty reminded me, my thoughts became clear in an instant, and many things that I had never thought of before began to be vivid in my mind.
The things to do next started to form one by one in my mind. I was very calm and seemed to be doing something that I usually do. Before the fat man arrived, I felt that I could completely set up my own game and let him see my naive side.