That evening, I took off from Bailian Airport, landed at Shanghai Hongqiao Airport, and then took the airport bus back to Hangzhou from Shanghai.

In the toilet at Hongqiao Airport, I saw my face. The mask cleverly avoided everything where I had a beard. Otherwise, my beard would have grown into my flesh with a mask. I used to think that I would be more manly if I had a beard. Now it seems that not everyone is suitable for growing a beard, especially now, with an old face full of hawks and clothes that are not suitable for it, they look like a handsome man in the scavenger world.

I heard from Xiaohua that in ancient China, people wearing such masks had to use medicine to destroy all the pores on their facial skin, and the process was very painful. Not growing a beard is not a particularly tragic thing for people like me, but I am still glad that they did not do this.

It was the latest bus. There was only a girl who looked like a student on the bus. The girl was wearing headphones and looking out the window with her eyes blurred. She was wearing a braid, which was very clean and had a very special temperament.

I couldn't help but think of Yuncai again, and the feeling in my heart was indescribable. From the moment I set out in Guangxi, I had been tense of my emotions. Now, looking at the street lights flashing by the roadside, all kinds of pain in my heart were leaking out bit by bit.

I closed my eyes and tried not to cry. The fat man's crying sound was still echoing in my ears. I remembered the painting of the clouds, the us in the painting, the first time we went to Banai. Although my heart was full of mysteries, we looked very happy, because at that time, fate was still in our own hands.

What’s ridiculous is that everything we do next is to send all the fate we hold in our hands to our current situation.

What is the fear in my heart? Even in such an emotion, I still feel that any entanglement in my heart has not been relieved.

My inner demons did not fade, or I didn't even think this was an end when I came back this time. I knew deeply that I was just coming back to be a passerby, and the matter was not over, but was continuing without pause.

The end of the car was on Kaixuan Road, and I got down and took it home. It was already midnight, looking at the familiar streets, comparing the mentality of returning to Hangzhou the previous few times. Those few times, the first time I felt when I returned to Hangzhou was tired. Never go to that kind of place again, this time it must be the last time. This was a common idea at that time.

But this time, I was not tired, I even felt that I was just that.

#8221;If this continues, you will be terminally ill.”

If I get sick, I will get sick. I lit a cigarette, got off the bus, and looked at everything in front of me, and suddenly became shocked.

In front of me was Uncle San’s shop.

Shouldn't I go home? I was a little dazed and suddenly remembered that the address I told the driver when I got in the car was the third uncle's home.

I can't go back to my home, even if I go back to Hangzhou, I have to live here.

I turned around and the taxi had already driven away. Standing in the dark alley, I couldn't help but feel funny. I took out the key that Pan Zi had given me from my pocket, took a breath before coming to the iron gate, and opened it.

There was no light in the small villa. I walked into the yard and saw Uncle San’s potted plants. Because it was taken care of by a gardener, the potted plants grew very well and were placed everywhere in a mess. The tea table that Uncle San usually used to drink tea was placed in the middle of the yard.

This is where Uncle San usually lives. I have been here for a few days, but I didn’t expect that this place I came back this time.

I didn't go into the house immediately because I didn't know what I could do when I went in. I didn't want to wander around such a midnight or a house like this. I don't know why, but my next life made me very resistant. If I can start later, I'll start later.

Sitting on the tea chair, I wrapped my clothes tightly, looked at the night sky, motionless until dawn.

The gardener who comes here wakes me up every day. When I open my eyes, my face is looking at me for no reason.

#8221;Boss, are you back? Why are you sleeping here?"

#8221;Uncle He?" I replied in a daze, and immediately realized something was wrong, so I immediately changed my words, "Old He, have you come so early?"

#8221;Go back to the room quickly, it’s cold, the boss.” Lao He said.

I nodded and looked inside the house. The hourly workers had not arrived yet. Uncle San had hourly workers cleaning every day, but it was limited to the third floor. The second and first floors were places for delivery.

Most people who engage in antiques do not like particularly clean and modern decoration designs. Generally, antique sellers like to put everything in a messy manner. This is to satisfy the customer's mentality, because choosing goods among messy antiques will give people a more reassuring feeling. Many regional antique shops like to throw antiques around the ground and sell them, the same is true. If you do it the same as a jewelry store, find some salesmen in small suits, it will seem unprofessional.

In fact, it would be fine if everyone understands antiques. The fact is that there are too few collectors who truly understand antiques. In this industry, 99% of the people we meet every year are fake experts who do not understand at all. These people who buy things care especially about their feelings.
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