Super Dimension Technology Era

The three Yunnan early cherry trees in the front yard now had only a few clusters of broken flowers left. He took out the key and opened the door.

Moss creeps on the bluestone, and many untrimmed wood sorrel grows wildly together with rabbit tail grass. Although there are traces of cleaning, it still lacks a trace of human fireworks.

With heavy steps, he pushed open the old wooden door. The living room still had the same furnishings, including a mahogany coffee table and a wooden bookshelf.

I seem to see that unsmiling figure again, making tea and reading a book on the sofa, that gentle smile busy at the kitchen table, and the sister who bickers and plays with him all day long.

"Huh..." Resisting the throb of emotion, he put the suitcase in his room, then took a rag and feather duster from the kitchen and roughly cleaned the house.

"Mingzhe!"

A sound of footsteps came from outside the yard toward the house.

When he heard the voice again, he knew who was coming: "Uncle, you make the tea yourself and I'll clean the room."

The visitor is slightly tall and thin, wearing jeans and a light gray plaid shirt. He has a slicked-back hairdo. He has a handsome appearance and a chic temperament. He is somewhat similar to Huang Mingzhe. He is Huang Mingzhe's uncle Huang Yingjun.

"You didn't even say a word when you came back. I've asked your aunt to make lunch and we'll eat together later." Huang Yingjun said while putting the free-range eggs, sausages and pickles he was holding in the refrigerator.

"Uncle, there's no need to be so polite."

"We are all a family, no need to speak politely."

The uncle and nephew were cleaning the house together. Huang Yingjun chatted with him about his family's shortcomings, but his uncle avoided talking about things in the entertainment industry.

The two of them were busy until lunch time, and then they went to their uncle's house two streets away. The aunt was a fat middle-aged woman who opened a small grocery store next to the village's well.

"When Mingzhe came back, I just made some fried dumplings and fried rice and ate them while they were hot." My aunt is from the north and is very good at pasta, so she quickly served him a large bowl of fried rice.

Although he said he made it casually, Huang Mingzhe actually knew that his aunt made it specially. It included not only fried rice and fried dumplings, but also seaweed soup and boiled cabbage heart.

"Auntie's fried dumplings are delicious. I want to eat a few more today."

"If you like eating, please come over and buy a pair of chopsticks later. Mingli and Xiaoling both live in the school, so it's hard for your uncle and I to cook," the aunt joked.

"I will come here often to have a meal." Huang Mingzhe joked.

My aunt made a small pot of fried rice and fried dumplings, and then went back to the grocery store.

After the uncle and nephew were half full, Huang Mingzhe took a sip of seaweed soup and said, "Uncle, my dad said he left something for me in the old house. Do you know what it is?"

"Hiccup..." Huang Yingjun picked up a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth: "My brother is mysterious all day long. Who knows what he is thinking. Maybe he really left something behind. I will accompany you to see it later. Look, I have the key to the old house."

After a hearty meal, my uncle took two bottles of tangerine peel tea from the refrigerator: "Go on."

"Uncle still understands me." Huang Mingzhe took it and took a sip of tangerine peel tea.

"Go to the old house now, or?"

"Now!" Huang Mingzhe couldn't wait.

"Let's go then!" The uncle took a bunch of keys from the drawer.

The uncle and nephew went to Qingmao Old Village, which was more remote than Huang Mingzhe's home. Except for two or three left-behind elderly people living in the old village, all the other villagers had moved out.

The desolate bluestone street is flanked by old houses built of rubble. Many of the old houses have collapsed. On the roofs are patches of tiles standing in the wind. Moss, morning glory, and thorns are everywhere.

After a while, the two of them came to the old house, which was the old house of Huang Mingzhe's grandparents. Later, the old man passed away and no one lived in the old house.

However, Brother Huang Yingjun would still come over for cleaning during the holidays, and the old house was not so dilapidated.

After opening the old wooden door, a rotten musty smell hit my face, and it got better after ventilating for a while.

"Mingzhe, go look for it yourself! I'll clean it up."

"Okay, uncle."

Huang Mingzhe went directly to his father's room. If his father really left something for him, the most likely place would be his father's room.

There was a patio in the middle of the old house, and his father's room was in the first room in the east wing. When he turned the door handle and opened the door, there was another musty smell.

Covering his mouth and nose with one hand, he waved his other hand to sweep away some spider webs, and then tried the pull-string switch of the light bulb, and the dim yellow light came on.

An ordinary room, with an iron frame bed, wooden tables and chairs, and wooden bookshelves. The plaster on the walls is peeling off and turning yellow, and there is obvious moisture return in many places.

There are many achievement certificates pasted on one of the walls, and portraits of martyrs hang in the middle.

The bookshelf was empty, and the books on it had already been taken to the small villa by his father.

Huang Mingzhe walked around the room. There was no place to hide anything in this small room of less than 6 square meters.

Maybe his father hadn't had time to put the things here yet, Huang Mingzhe comforted himself in his heart. After all, his father died unexpectedly, so this situation made sense.

"Mingzhe, did you find anything?"

"No, uncle, do you have a rag and a broom? I'll clean the room." Huang Mingzhe didn't have high hopes.

"I'll give it to you."

Huang Mingzhe swept away some fallen lime and dust, fetched another bucket of water, and scrubbed the tables, chairs, and bookshelves.

Huh? Truth is eternal?

There were four characters carved on the wooden table that had just been cleaned. The traces were very old. If the table was not cleaned, these four characters would not be visible.

But Huang Mingzhe didn't care. After all, many people had read Sanwei Bookstore, and it was normal to imitate Mr. Lu Xun in carving tables.

"Phew!" Huang Mingzhe took a breath, stretched, and looked around the room again, finding that only the portrait had not been scrubbed.

After taking off the portrait, wringing out the rag, he wiped the glass of the frame. Suddenly the portrait became very clear. He picked up the frame and prepared to hang it back.

But he suddenly froze.

I saw a small wooden cabinet where the photo frame was hung, and the small wooden cabinet was painted with a layer of white paint, which was almost the same color as the wall.

"Is this what you left me?" Huang Mingzhe said to himself in a low voice.

Opening the small wooden cabinet, there was only one thing inside. He picked it up and saw that it was a small metal box. It was very heavy in his hand, as if he were picking up a dumbbell.

There is also a four-digit mechanical code lock on this round metal box, and it is a mechanical code lock using twenty-six English letters.

He carefully checked the small wooden cabinet and found that there was really only this metal box, and there was no password prompt in it.

For a while, Huang Mingzhe had no choice but to take it back and study it slowly.

The uncle and nephew cleaned for a long time, and finally cleaned up the old house.

Huang Yingjun didn't have much idea about the metal box. After all, this thing was left to Huang Mingzhe by his brother.

After the two locked up the old house, they went back together. It happened that his aunt had already prepared dinner, so Huang Mingzhe could only shamelessly eat again.

After dinner, Huang Yingjun brought him some firewood, rice, oil and salt and went to the small villa.

It's quiet at night.

Inside the study room on the second floor of the small villa.

Huang Mingzhe racked his brains and thought. If he tried the passwords one by one, it would probably take until the Year of the Monkey to find out.

Do you want to break it open?