[Bottle Evil] Snowy Illusion

Recently, I have taken time every day to systematically record the past events.

This habit has been maintained for many years.At the beginning, it was to let myself remember some details that are easy to forget, and then I found that recording those complicated puzzles and bizarre stories is also a special way for me to pastime.Especially now that everything is over, and writing these things with a pen no longer feels heavy and headaches.

It has been more than a year since we came back from Changbai Mountain. After we went down the mountain to rest up, we all went back to our respective homes, mainly in Beijing and Hangzhou.Then I spent some time taking care of business matters, and when everything was running smoothly, I went to some interesting places with Poker Bottle, Fatty and others.

Speaking of my records, I first wrote down what happened on the snow mountain a few days ago, and I still remember it clearly.There are also some slightly fuzzy places, Poker Bottle can help me think about it.But this person's thinking is very special. I write things like telling stories, but he tells stories like writing reports, which is not interesting.

What follows is the record of the past year, and finally there are some trivial things about a few people that can be explained here.

A few months ago, I suddenly received a call from Zhang Haike, asking me to meet.After I asked, I found out that he came to Hangzhou specially to give me something, but he didn't tell me what it was when I inquired carefully.In fact, I also roughly guessed it. When I met him, I found that it was really the ghost jade seal that he had dropped.

I don't know how Zhang Haike explained it to the Zhang family in the end, or if he didn't tell the truth at all.Apart from us, the only people who know this secret are Poker Ping and Fatty, so we would be willing to keep it a secret for him.

After all, the Zhang family is still acting secretively, and when I asked about their recent situation, Zhang Haike's face changed into an expression very similar to mine, which was often described by that boy Li Cu as "the look that deserves a beating".

I'm not worried, and it's not their turn to worry about me. After all, this Zhang family already has a very stable independent system, and their life is developing very well.Without the ultimate, without the secrets handed down by Zhang Jiazu, they can still live a very happy life in Hong Kong.Even if everyone plans to hide from the world and live in seclusion, it is estimated that it will become a longevity village.

It's just that I regarded Zhang Haike as a relative with a little bit of blood relationship, so I treated him very politely and warmly.When he left, he called me brother and brother, saying that he would like to come to play in the future.He also invited me and Poker Fing to go to Hong Kong. The word he used was "hui".

After seeing off Zhang Haike, I asked Poker-Fing if his natal family wanted to "go back", but Poker-Fing was noncommittal.I just looked at the sky, it was cloudy and it was going to rain, and then I said "go home".Every time he mentions me, he finds it very persuasive.

I kept the ghost seal, not to keep it as a souvenir, but to repay a favor.

When Xiao Hua returned to Xie's house, it really caused an uproar.The forces that surfaced because of the news of his fake death before panicked instantly.But Mr. Xie is Mr. Xie after all, and his hands and feet are very neat.What's more, he also has the support of the Huo family where Xiuxiu lives, and the Wu family on my side, taking care of each other.Although the situation is still not as good as before, it has gradually recovered over the past year.

When I sent the ghost seal to Xiaohua, Xiaohua was still a little surprised.I explained that the ghost seal should have belonged to him or the old lady of the Huo family, and it was the three of us who snatched it.Although Pokerfing had "occupied" him for a long time, it still couldn't be regarded as his.Zhang Haike told me that the property should be returned to the original owner. After thinking about it, Xiaohua was the right owner.

In the beginning, Xiaohua also liked this thing. Of course, I didn't say that I, Poker Ping, and Fatty didn't want to see it anymore, and I can rest assured that I can give it to Xiaohua.

But Xiaohua didn't want it, or she didn't receive it under the name of Xie's family. She meant to keep it for me. If I want it someday, I can ask him to mention it.I also suspected that I fell in love with some other treasure of his family and planned to exchange it, and I don't know why I left such a bad reputation with him.

It was only later that I realized that, according to Xiaohua, when I helped him take inventory last time, my eyes were fixed on a knife that looked like an ancient black gold knife in his warehouse.Boss Xie, who beat his chest and stamped his feet, sighed that people were unpredictable, saying that I was helping others in name but actually thinking about their things, and would never ask me for help again.

I said in my heart that I should not disappoint the "good intentions" of my boss, so I really opened my mouth and begged for the knife.Poker-face's original hand was stained with snake blood in the Underworld, and some weird chemical reaction happened, so it couldn't be wiped off.He was afraid that I would be affected by the snake's blood, so he simply locked the knife in the warehouse, and there was nothing he wanted.

Xiaohua, who is a good person, even asked a craftsman to help me make a scabbard carefully. The combination of the scabbard and the scabbard is much heavier than the ancient black gold knife.Xiaohua teased me that she was willing to laugh at Bo Boyouping at all costs, but it's a pity that the knife looks good but it's not easy to use.I happily picked it up, thinking that I just don’t want to let you use it, so I can just stay at home.

There is another person I also want to find someone to look after at home for the elderly, and that is my black and blind master.

The blind man's leg injury was hospitalized in Beijing. I was worried that his leg would be lost, and I was ready to take care of him until his death.Later, I sent someone to ask, and the result was that it would be all right in less than three months.

It was a sunny day when he was discharged from the hospital, and Su Wan gave him a new pair of sunglasses.

I don't know where his hometown is, I only know that there is an optical shop in a certain alley in Beijing, but for a long time afterwards, he was really in that optical shop.Su Wan visited him a few times, and he was always in good spirits, occasionally playing his piano that he used as an erhu.

It's not my turn to worry about this person, not to mention that boy Su Wan is "filial" by his side now.

Su Wan and Li Cu, these two little ghosts have given me many surprises. (Of course, the marriage certificate is another matter.)

Especially Li Cu, this kid had a lot of ideological struggles, and decided to go back to Hangzhou with me. I arranged for him to work with a more capable guy under him, so he could learn something first.Although his brain is not very bright, but he has a bit of stubbornness, and his vision of seeing people and things is quite accurate.

But the bad thing is that he still likes to confront me. He has to refute what I say first.Usually at this time, I will deliberately move out the bottle of boring oil, and he will give up after thinking about it.And if Poker-Face directly expressed his position on some issues, he would agree.

Poker bottle would sometimes say a few words to him, and if he could hear the meaning of encouragement, the boy's eyes lit up on the spot.These two people seem to be a scene of fatherly kindness and filial piety, they often leave me alone, they are heartless things.

Fatty is still the same.

This description is probably the most comforting word I can think of.

Fatty returned to Beijing, his old place.The phone calls are often made, and people have met several times.The fat man hasn't changed at all. I guess when I get older, the fat man will look younger than me.

I hope that the fat man is old, but I don't want him to be really old. However, my ambivalence seems like a fart to the fat man.

He is that man, the wise man of all of us.

There's not much to say about Fatty, Ya is still tinkering with his shop at Panjiayuan, there is always big business to do.Thinking of Ah, I am busy having fun, and I am also busy thanking God.

The last thing to talk about is the stuffy oil bottle.

In the words of the fat man, the two of us have finally achieved a positive result.It sounds like something is wrong, but I really can't find a more suitable way to say it.

In short, Poker-Face and I returned to Hangzhou, and when my parents came to help me clean up the house, he was more familiar with the road than I was.It was indeed like returning to my own home, taking off my clothes, taking a shower, and lying on my bed after washing.After I finished washing, I pushed open the door and saw his black hair exposed outside the quilt and his fair face underneath, the first sentence that popped into my mind was "Hey, the cultivation has been achieved."

It's a pity that Ya was already asleep at that time, and I was so sleepy that I fell asleep soon after climbing up.I woke up once in the middle of the night, and vaguely felt that the Poker Bottle seemed to move, and then I had an extra arm around my waist.I squeezed my hands back, knowing that he was there, and soon fell asleep again.

From the moment we opened our eyes the next day, we both entered a state. If we had to describe it, we were like an old married couple.

In fact, neither of us said that I want to be with you from the beginning to the end, and we just got along so naturally.As for my relationship with Poker Ping, I didn't deliberately hide it, and I didn't announce it everywhere.

I don't mind what the people in business and the handicap guys, young and old, think.What makes me very fortunate is the attitude of my family.

Probably because the days before were too dangerous, the only thing my parents hoped for was that my son would be safe and sound, and that was enough.So when I took Poker Ping home for various festivals, including New Year's Eve, the two elders didn't show any doubts or rejection.

It can't be that I didn't see it, I was too quick to accept it.

I guess it was my second uncle who had done the work for me. Although the second uncle was superficially cold about our affairs, he still helped me in front of my parents.

But I have to say that Poker Face behaved very well in front of his elders.This guy is so good at acting, I almost forgot.So much so that when he played chess with my dad and helped my mom wash the vegetables, I wanted to pull him over to see if it was me.

In daily life, Boyouping is very easy to feed, and he doesn't choose what to eat and what to wear.I don't have any hobbies, but I have something to do with me.He has a strong learning ability, and later he played mahjong with Fatty Xiaohua and the rest of us, and we rarely lost.Putting it at home in summer can save me mosquito coils, and it won't be hot when I hug it at night, and I can save a mat.Sometimes I don’t want to get up early in the winter morning, and he always brings me a hot breakfast when he comes back from running, so the days go by.

I also reopened the previous shop to pass the time, but it is different from the past ten years ago.

Poker bottle often helps me organize the things collected in the shop. He never misses it, and he is an expert in this area.I'm a little curious about what the Zhang family has trained them since they were young. It seems that in addition to fighting skills, they also have special training in the identification of ancient cultural relics.After all, the Zhang family has been dealing with artifacts. Although the purpose is not to steal, it is also important to distinguish the authenticity.

I also thought that if the Zhang family publishes a textbook on this subject, it will definitely be sold out.

But I have some doubts about how his knowledge is kept in his mind.He has lost his memory more than once, and every time he wakes up, he may even have to think about who he is for a while, but this part of knowledge never seems to be cleared from his mind.

Later I thought it was probably because these memories followed him since he was a child.Before his brain began to actively perceive other parts of the world, many things that had to be remembered had already been stuffed in, and he couldn't forget them even if he wanted to.And he later explored all kinds of ancient tombs in the north and south of the river, and experience this kind of thing may have nothing to do with memory and thinking, most of the time it is a conditioned reflex.

But because of selling things, I also had "disputes" with Poker Ping, but it's definitely not the kind of quarrel that you can say to each other.He was so used to suppressing his emotions that it was hard to see them on his face, let alone let him open his mouth to argue with others.He will use some other methods, but he can always divert my attention. I don't know whether it is intentional or not, but the effect is very good.

The process is very interesting to think about, and it is a place worth remembering among the trivia about Poker Bottle.

Once I took away a huanghuali wooden chair and asked Pone Youfeng to look at it for me.Porky Bottle looked at it for less than 5 minutes before reaching a conclusion.According to him, this is from the Ming Dynasty, or Hainan huanghuali, which is priceless.The literati and bureaucrats of the Ming and Qing dynasties seemed to love this kind, and I have come into contact with some of them before.

As soon as I slapped my thigh, I already thought about raising the price a bit more, and someone told me that I wanted to accept it.

But Boyoufeng frowned when he heard me say that he wanted to make a move, and said that he could wait.He seldom asks about the things under my hands, and it is the first time that he cares so much. I can't help being a little curious.

After asking Boyoufeng, he said that the current one, whether it is the material or the workmanship, is probably rare, and he shot it hastily, and he will definitely regret it in the future.

I believe in Poker-Face's vision, and for his questioning this time, I guess it's because he felt that I sincerely wanted to consult him by calling him out to ask, so he gave me a very patient and sincere answer. reply.I did think so at first, but then I made another, more interesting discovery.

In terms of business, I have indeed learned to be very shrewd, and now it can be regarded as smooth sailing.But it's not as calculated and weighed as before, and it's not to be taken lightly, but for me in the current life, business is not the most important thing.That's why the seriousness Poker-Face showed at this time made me more interested and made me want to laugh a little.

I looked at his expression and found that he was really helping me think about how to do this business.This surprised me, and I couldn't help but wondered if he finally had the consciousness that he was my Wu family and knew how to share my worries.

For a long time, I have basically arranged for him to do so, so that he can be raised very well.He didn't make any demands, so I didn't have a chance to veto him and watch him suffer.I'm such a bad person, and I take it as fun.So when I had the opportunity, I deliberately disobeyed him and insisted on selling it. I also said that the other party was an old acquaintance and wanted to sell it cheaply.

Poker-Face looked at me for a while, and probably saw that I didn't care about whether or not the business could be done, and clearly wanted to support him, but he still rarely spoke a few long sentences to persuade me.But I still insisted, I wanted to see if Pokerfing would compromise, continue to persuade me, or just ignore it and go back to lie on the old wicker chair and bask in his sun.

However, Boyouping always surprises me. He sees that I am still stubborn, and he probably looks like I am going to pick things up, and then he does something that makes me dumbfounded.

Boyouping is actually not a boring person. In the past, he didn't have any extra words, and most of his extra expressions were because he had those heavy missions in his heart, and he could only see the goals that must be achieved in his eyes.But now that he has settled down, I find that he occasionally shows interest in some things.Say something that expresses your feelings, and do something that would have been absolutely "superfluous" before.

This is undoubtedly a surprise discovery for me. I think I must teach by precept and example, and guide him positively, so as to bring him back to the right track of ordinary people.

But it turns out that this person sometimes becomes "willful", and I really can't stand it.

For example, in the situation at that time, Poker-Face saw that I was deliberately confronting him, so he just sat down on the yellow rosewood chair.Leaning back in the chair, thrusting his arms in front of his chest, he looked up at me with a very serious expression on his face, as if if you sold it, you would sell me too.

I was taken aback for a moment, never expecting that he would do such a thing, it simply refreshed my understanding of him.Then I patted the table and laughed for a while, and immediately decided that I must tell the fat man.

But when I had laughed enough to look at him again, the indifference returned to Poker-Face's eyes.

This chair was placed in front of the table in my shop. Poker-Face simply picked up the rubbings on the table and turned it over, as if he didn't want to talk to me anymore.

I watched him sitting there amused, and suddenly wanted to continue arguing with him, to see if he could have any fresh reactions.

I poked him and suggested that if I could get him off this chair, he would have to let me sell it.In fact, I had already decided not to make a move at that time, and it was rare for Poker Face to speak, so I must give face.

Poker-Face closed the rubbing book and looked up at me. He was honest and nodded to indicate that it was time to start.

I have already made a calculation in my heart, even if force is not enough, I can still outwit it, and if I can't outwit it, I can still cheat.I don't believe that he can stay with me in this chair without eating, going to the bathroom or sleeping.

Thinking of me makes me happy, but it seems that I have exposed myself, Poker Ping opened his mouth and added a word lightly.He said he would only give me half an hour, and he smiled after he finished speaking, looking confident.

I really don't know who this person learned from, and how he is so calculating now.

I took a deep breath and decided to use force first.

Then we were like a scene in a martial arts novel, the exchange between you and me was very intense.

However, as I expected, Poker Bottle is indeed irrepressible by force.I've been standing and he's sitting, so I have the upper hand.But every time I tried to lift him, he caught my wrist from various angles, and my whole body was pulled over.I once fought with him, wanting to practice my proud nirvana to show him off, but in the end I was dragged to the back room and changed to waist strength training.

Poker Finger's skill is really unreliable, watching him fight is enjoyable, he can predict the opponent's movements, but at the same time won't let the opponent predict his own movements.Shots and defensive moves are done in one go, without flaws, and will make full use of the opponent's disadvantages.For example, if I stand with a higher center of gravity, he will always attack my lower body.I didn't dare to lift my foot to kick it, this wooden chair is quite old, if I kick it and break it, we both will be stupid, and it hurts to think about it.

But in fact, after such a commotion, we both didn't pay attention to the old wooden chair, and we knew each other well, it was purely for fun.

Although I know that there is something wrong with the oil bottle, no matter how I do it, he will help me prevent the chair from really breaking, and I can toss for half an hour.But when Ya even used such indecent tricks as pinching her butt, I still decided not to continue using force.

Although Boyouping is usually innocent and indifferent, sometimes he is quite rogue.It was only later that I found out that the time I had Zhang Haike’s illusion in the Underworld, I woke up because he bit my tongue, not me.I asked him if he was playing hooligan on purpose, but he still refused to admit it, and even said that I hugged him on my own initiative.

After giving up force, I retreated to a safe range where he would not reach out and grab me.After being attacked by me for a while, Boyoufeng still didn't blush and his heart beat, which hit my self-confidence very badly.Then seeing how tired I was out of breath, Poker-Face raised his eyebrows again, meaning to see if I dare.

It's not that I don't dare, I'm thinking about how to outsmart.Unfortunately, after thinking for a long time, I still can't figure it out.

Porky Bottle is a smart guy, in every sense.He usually sees through the scheming and tricks others are playing in front of him at a glance.To put it bluntly, it was unnecessary, because it would not pose any threat to him at all.So I reckoned that I fell to the ground and pretended to be crushed by him. It hurts everywhere, and he definitely wouldn't even twitch his eyelids.

If you can't outwit, then you can only cheat.

I wiped the sweat from my brow and scolded him, "I'm not playing anymore".Poker bottle was unmoved, still looking at me.

I thought to myself, don't you like to sit, don't get up, thinking of me sitting on his lap with my back facing him.Although this kind of thing is absurd and naive, it is also a kind of fun.

I dare not sit down honestly, for fear of crushing the chair, after all, it is the weight of two grown men.So I propped my elbows on the table, my feet on the ground, and sat emptily.As a result, I didn't hold on for half a minute, and my legs were tired and sore from this kind of zama-like posture. I was asking for trouble.

Poker-Face was very calm, although I was very reckless, but he has long been immune, so he still honestly used me as a bench.I also glanced at the wall clock on the wall, reminding me that there are still 10 minutes.

When did this person have such a competitive mentality, I don't know, but I finally found that I really have nothing to do with him.

I can often think of things that have happened to me before.From the start of my plan to the final completion, every time I feel that there will be changes, it is because of the stuffy bottle.Fortunately, everything is over now, and Pokerfoil is here again, and it seems that he can't be driven away.

When I thought of it, I laughed, leaned back, and sat down without holding on.

Not to mention, this old wooden chair is really good, even if we both sit on it like this, it still holds up.And thanks to it, the two of us began to spend those last few minutes.

Thinking about the appearance at that time, it was really unsightly, but at that time, there were no people in the shop, and there were few people coming and going in front of the door, and no one would look inside.What's more, I was facing the door, and I had completely covered the oil bottle. Even if someone saw it, they would probably think that my chair was too high.

Pokerfing's body is very soft, even when sitting on his thighs, I didn't even want to get up, so I picked up the rubbings I was tidying up and looked at.

My shop has the softest light at that time of day, the sun is slanting, the light is not dazzling, and the light is very comfortable.Neither of us spoke. After a while, Poyoufeng stretched out his hand to hug my waist, then my shoulders sank, and then there were waves of even and regular heat on my neck.

My heart also warmed up, and I didn't want to sell this old wooden chair.

After sitting like this for a while, I saw that there was less than a minute left before I pretended to admit defeat, trying to trick him into getting up.But Poker-Face lazily rubbed against my shoulder, refusing to get into the set.

I sighed, thinking I was going to stand up first, but Pokerfing's arms were tightly bound. I struggled for a long time, but he didn't let me go, as if he was trying to compete with me on purpose.

I was amused in my heart, so I continued to hold back my energy to get rid of his coercion, but I didn't expect to rub it for a while, and Poker Ping suddenly let out a soft snort, that nasal sound was a bit sexy.

I suddenly realized that there was something wrong with where my butt was sitting, and I was honest on the spot.

The heat on his neck stopped for a moment, and then Poker Bottle laughed.

I broke his arm vigorously, stood up and wanted to run, but he stopped him and caught him back immediately.

That dispute ended in Poker Finger's victory.

Now there is such a sense of light in the shop, which also means that it is time for me to stop writing and close up.

Many years ago, I was in this shop and received the text message from my third uncle, which opened up all the puzzles I had experienced.Now that I'm finally out of it, I haven't won anything, but Dragon's Back is right next to me.

I glanced at the time, it was time to take it home for dinner.

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