Tomb Raiders Notes - Zhangjia Mausoleum Keeper

I don’t know how long I’ve been in a coma this time. When I woke up, I couldn’t see any green shadows of the jungle in front of me. There was a stretch of golden yellow sand in front of me. I was sitting in a bumpy off-road vehicle.

I should thank Fat Brother and Wu Xie for carrying me out of death in turn. I opened my mouth but found that I couldn’t make a sound at all. I could only lie on the back of the car and look out the window without saying a word. We are getting farther and farther away, can we meet again in this life?

The fat brother asked Wu Xie, do you remember a song he sang on the way back more than ten years ago?

Wu Xie shook his head with a smile, and joked, "It's been too long, I don't remember."

The fat guy glared at him, and then sang self-consciously: "Climbing the peak to look at my hometown, the yellow sand is thousands of miles long, and the sound of camel bells comes from somewhere, and the sound hits my heart. Going back to the wild goose covered with the remnant glow, where is the hometown..."

I choked up my voice while singing, and then said: "At that time, I thought, I will never come to this ghost place again, and I won't come here for any benefit. I didn't expect that after so long, I still came. You said we still come Is there a next time?" After speaking, they looked at each other.

Wu Xie didn't speak, just shook his head and glanced at me.

I closed my eyes, softly called Fat Brother and said, "Brother, keep singing, I want to hear it." The voice was hoarse like a stranger.

Fat brother saw that I was awake, although he was a little surprised, he continued to sing according to my intention. . . . .

In this way, in the singing of Fat Brother's broken voice and the sound of wind and sand outside the window, I passed out again.

After a few days of ups and downs, we finally returned to the modern city. Due to the infection of the wound on my shoulder, I developed a high fever. After a week of treatment in Xining, I returned to Hangzhou after the wound stabilized.

Wu Xie had no choice but to start taking care of the family business. All the antique shops in Hangzhou were entrusted to Wang Meng for management. Fat Brother’s antique shop was also neglected and did not make much money. He simply closed it and rented a handicap in Changsha. , for the convenience of taking care of me, they took me to live in my second uncle's house.

The second uncle and the third uncle are buried in the small garden behind the house. I laughed and said, "The second uncle has become a big light bulb. I wonder if he will be unhappy as an old man."

Wu Xie said with a smile: "It's more lively like this, what can be better than a family reunion together."

"Hehe, if I die, I'll stay here and add another big light bulb."

Wu Xie stopped smiling, patted me on the shoulder, and said, "Trust me, he will definitely come back."

I nodded and repeated his words silently.

"He'll definitely be back."

Time flies, and we have been back for more than a month. Recently, I have always had nosebleeds without warning. At first I thought it was just getting angry, but unexpectedly my hands and feet also became weak, and I knew that my energy was almost exhausted. , the god of death finally came.

But as long as I have free time, I will still sit in front of the Fengqin that my second uncle gave me. Now I can roughly play some simple pieces, but because the injury on my shoulder is not fully healed, I can’t play for a long time each time. , During the long days of waiting, this is how I passed the time.

Sometimes I also write something, and write down my experiences over the years. Like Wu Xie, he showed me all the things he wrote in the past without reservation. Sometimes I think about a person’s life. The experience is both fulfilling and painful. The fulfillment is because of the pleasure of being solved one by one by myself. Although some mysteries are meaningless, who can guarantee that people can do meaningful things all the time in their lives? , sometimes we can do something we are interested in is also a kind of happiness, isn't it?

Doesn't the painful memory sometimes have such a sweet aftertaste?This is human nature, as long as you give willingly, you will have no regrets.

After another month, I couldn't get up anymore, and my whole body was always inexplicable pain. I could only sit in a wheelchair and let the housekeeper take care of me. I felt so embarrassed and wanted to die sooner, but I remembered I promised a person that I would wait for him to come back. I don't know if I can stick to that day.

The fat guy finally said that he counted, and introduced a girl to Wu Xie. I have met that girl before. Wu Xie took him to his house for dinner. She is a good girl who is knowledgeable and reasonable.

When this matter was mentioned, Fat Brother grinned until his ears. We used to laugh at him, saying that he was happier than marrying a wife.

But he doesn't care about his life's major events. No matter how much we persuade him, he always sighs and says, "I've accepted my fate, and I'm over fifty years old, so I don't want to think about it anymore."

We all know that he has a knot in his heart, and it's hard to tell, so we can only let him.

Wu Xie is really not a business material, but he worked hard to protect the family business, and his parents also came to help him. His father was a man of few words and usually had little communication with Wu Xie. He is rarely mentioned in his diary, but Aizi sincerely believes that every father is the same. The way he silently watched Wu Xie often reminded me of my father's expression when he was fighting for me in the ancestral grave in Yunnan.

But even if he is loved by thousands of people, he still lived a hard life in the past years, and fate is always unpredictable.

I caressed my second uncle's piano again. The transparent chestnut lacquer on this old cedar wood piano has been around for some years, with dense irregular broken lines intertwined on it. Although I am very curious about the relationship between it and my second uncle's her The story between them, but the second uncle is no longer there, so naturally no one can tell me their story anymore.

Thinking about it, I suddenly felt a sweetness in my throat, and a mouthful of hot blood spurted out. . . . .

The world of mortals is purple, the yellow spring is blue, the past life is boundless, the cause and fate are wrong

The fragrant grass stretches to the sky, and the pulse is continuous, who can I tell anyone in this life?

Flowing clouds can be drunk, who is drinking alone under the moon?

Dance to find out the shadows and lament

Floating life, who can ever laugh, the lights on the balcony are turned on and off

Looking back, I see flowers blooming one after another

I have red and crispy hands, and I only praise my good color.

I have a Jiaoweiqin, the strings are broken and there is no one to reconcile, and the ancients have gone to the tall buildings who will sing. . . . .

The author has something to say:

The text is connected to you and me, and it also gets closer to Zhang Qiling in my heart, as well as Fatty Wu Xie, Third Uncle and Second Uncle, etc., performing a series of joys and sorrows between me and them, so it’s good to persevere. There will be a small sense of accomplishment, and you will see different scenery and meet different people.