I lit a cigarette and knew that many things were inevitable, and it was time to make a choice.

I made an important call in a small bar at the foot of the mountain. The place where I was, it was called a small bar, but it was actually a small house decorated as a bar. There were many photos of hikers posted on the walls. I could drink a lot of drinks that could be drunk outside the mountain, and I could see aromatic candles and some things that should be found in the bar, but they were all very expensive. A can of beer that was originally sold for a few dollars, but it would cost 30 yuan here. Now in this season, many charcoal fires are lit in the bar, and people gathered around the fire in groups of three or three, chatting about various stories in a singular manner.

Although it was afternoon, the whole room was very dark, with only two sources of light, charcoal and candle light, and the light reflected from metal and glassware, wandering around the entire space. This is my favorite and most stable atmosphere. So the call I made was much longer than expected.

The other end of the phone was a fat man who was thousands of kilometers away. The temperature on the fat man should be very high. From the tone of his speech, I could feel the temperature spurting out of the microphone.

After I separated from Fatty, I rarely contacted me at the beginning because it was really difficult to contact Banai. I called there, but Agui always answered it and asked him to call me back, but Fatty never called me back.

In that state, I was actually quite afraid that he would really call him back because there were too many memories I couldn't face, and if he didn't call him back, I felt relieved. In this way, it was not until half a year later that Fatty and I reunited. What is gratifying is that his condition has improved a lot and can make some jokes.

After that, I would contact him about once a week, and he became more and more relaxed. I tried to let him leave Guangxi, but this problem seemed to have caused him to feel bad. When he talked about this, he would go over and say that he is living well with his father-in-law now. There are still many people here who want to be his father-in-law, so he is unwilling to come out.

Later I stopped forcing it, but I still hoped that my phone would bring him some modern atmosphere so that he would not indulge in the idle clouds and wild crane life in the Yao village. When I came out in the future, I could still understand what was happening in this society.

During this call, I told the fat man what I found here. When the fat man heard me discovering the portrait of the young man, his condition suddenly became very excited, and I was a little proud.

It turned out that he still had passion in his heart, or in other words, the positive side in his heart had recovered, but he was not willing to admit it.

At first I thought so, but as I chatted with the fat man, I found that his excitement was a little wrong. His tone seemed not because he was interested in what I said, but because he seemed to hear something from my words, thinking and doubting.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked him, "Spit, are you eating yellow clay snails while talking?"

"There is really no such thing here. I heard from you, Fatty, and I think things are not right. But maybe I thought about it too much."

"What is wrong?" I asked. "Nothing happened here. Although it is not as wet and comfortable as Bana, it is not worse than you. Don't say that I seem to be very vulgar and blind."

"That's right, our family is innocent and fresh and refined. Weak officials come out of the water and carry out Lei Feng activities wherever we go. We don't use West Lake to be baba, but we say Motuo is my mother. The Buddha said: Lei Feng Pagoda will always be poured out."

"Where did you get so many bad words?" I was angry. "Public phones here are very expensive. Can you say something sincere? Don't slap these dicks."

"It's definitely not a dick. Fatty, I haven't remembered your second brother for a long time. It's a solid basis. Listen to me."

"Your second brother is the dick." I cursed.

The fat man laughed and said, "So, listen to me, you came back from Nepal and went to Modog, right?"

I nodded, and after clicking, I realized that he couldn't see it, and said, "Yes."

"Why did you come back from Nepal? You are a bird, flying over from Nepal, and stopping in Medog? You are going to do business, and the things you carry are not big goods. You should bypass Medog and take a more convenient route or take an international flight from Nepal directly?"

"I'm not so bored, I just want to walk around this line."

Then the people around you asked you to go? You know that going to Motuo is a very troublesome thing, and based on my understanding, you don’t have this kind of thought. You are now phobic about night dreams, and going to Motuo is not in line with your habits."

I nodded, thinking that it was true that night dreams were phobia, which was the sequelae of my experience after so many incidents. I always felt that once I stopped or had some breath, the matter would be destroyed. So I no longer do things casually, but pursued high efficiency and shortcuts.

"Think about it, how did you go to Motuo? It must be that many things that happened subtly prompted you to make this decision."

I recalled it and said, "It's not that complicated." Then I told you about the reason why I went to Motuo.

"Do you think this is fate?" The fat man said after hearing this, "When you think about it, why did you see the portrait of the young man?"

After the fat man said this, I suddenly understood what he wanted to say. My heart skipped a beat, and I heard the fat man say: There are not so many coincidences in the world. Even if the young man has been in Motuo for a long time, why was he so coincidentally drawn and still hanging in a place you can see? Do you think it is a TV series?"

"You mean - this was designed by someone else? First, I was led to Motuo, and then I left it here with my brother's portrait? What kind of conspiracy is there?"

"You think the matter is over and relaxed. If it were you in the past, you would never ignore this with your little thoughts." When my heart tightened, the fat man suddenly said, "Natural, you have fallen into the trap. Congratulations on upgrading to the naive quadratic quadratic, both innocent and 2."

"She is fucking owes her mouth." I was a little depressed, "What do you think you should do now? I'll leave immediately?"

"Don't. There are only a few cowards around you. You are now in the trap. Their plan is in progress. It is very stable and you are not at risk. But, if you suddenly show that you have seen through their plan, they will definitely use the second plan to keep you, and you may not be so free. Stay calmly and give me the address, and I will arrive as fast as possible."

"Have you decided to come out?"

"You are all 'naive quadratic'. Before you are fired, I have to come and save you." The fat man's voice was very dull, "Also, this matter has nothing to do with me. If you are fired, the next one may be Fatty."

My heart felt warm, and the faint panic just now disappeared. I read the address to him and knew that he would be able to get here as soon as a week, so I put down the phone.

Looking around, I suddenly realized that the atmosphere here is not so relaxed and comfortable. Instead, it is full of ghost energy. I don’t know if it is the psychological effect or it is like this, but because I was too relaxed just now and didn’t notice it.

After drinking the beer, I stayed at the hot and cold junction for a while, then walked out of the house and walked towards the wind. Although the fat man said that, I still had to go to the post office to see if things were really as he said. Moreover, for some reason, I especially wanted to go and see the oil bottle in the painting.

If it is really as Fatty said, and someone is designing me, what is the purpose of? It has been so long and I am no longer worried. Is there anyone who wants to push me into those endless abysses?

I couldn't help but sneer. I am no longer the same as I used to. Now I want to fool me. It would be fine if I am careless, but if I noticed it, the other party would not be much better.

I came to the post office and it was very busy. There were all kinds of people exchanging packages, packing, and filling in the address. I took advantage of the chaos and walked into the back of the counter. The people inside looked at me and said, "I'm here to pay."

"What's the money?" asked an accountant. I took out three thousand dollars and said, "I owe it last time. Check it out. There is a note written on your desk."

He took the money and was puzzled: "I haven't read the notes."

"It's not you, it's another person." 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 front of the wall, looking at the oil bottle in the oil painting on the wall. As soon as the phone was called, I took the painting off the wall and looked at the nails hanging the painting carefully.

It is an old nail, and there is a very obvious mark on the wall behind the frame, indicating that the painting has been hanging here for a long time.

Hum? Could it be that the fat man was overly worried? I thought to myself.

I put down the painting and saw that I hadn't finished the phone call yet and was still flipping through the paper on the desk. I went to see the banners and picture frames hanging next to me. After flipping, I felt aroused in my heart.

After the picture frame with "A journey of thousands of miles", there were no marks on the walls, and the walls were very uniform in color.

This thing has just 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. When the cold wind blew, I understood everything.

The painting of the Muyou Bottle is too small and has a dull color. If you were careless at the time, you might not be able to see it. In order for me to see it, this oil painting must be made 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. If such a small thing can be discovered at a glance, it is necessary to have a big thing next to it that is completely different but inconspicuous than it to highlight it.

In the past, I thought it was impossible for people to arrange this kind of detail carefully, but now I know that when people calculate, their ability to control details is actually infinite. Moreover, this is indeed effective.

This wall was carefully designed to let me see this oil painting. Why are there marks on the wall behind the oil painting? I think it must be that there was a painting hanging here, but later I changed the painting and the frame was still used in the original one, so it fits so well.

I was moving rapidly in the wind, thinking about the way, thinking about everything that happened during the process of coming here, and when the fat man reminded me, my thoughts became clear in an instant, and many things I had never thought of before began to be vivid in my mind. What I had to do next began to form one by one in my mind.
Chapter completed!