[My name is Chen Qiyuan, Erdong Chen, seven yuan of seven yuan. According to my family, when I was born, a blind fortune teller happened to pass by my door, so my family asked him to tell my fortune. The blind fortune teller said

My bones weigh seven taels, and according to my horoscope, I am destined to live a life of prosperity and wealth, so my family wanted to use seven taels as my name. Later, they considered that this name was too "easy to make a living", so they changed it to

Qiyuan, I was born in Shenyang and grew up in Shenyang. After graduating from college, I rented a shop near Huaiyuanmen and ran an ancient book business. In my plan, I would marry a wife and have children when I was about thirty years old, and then my whole life would

That's how I spent my time.

But I never thought that so many unexplainable things would happen to me. When you see this diary of mine, I may no longer be there, or..., I may no longer be in this world.

Well, if it was three years ago, I would never have imagined that one day I would start writing a diary. In my opinion, this is not only an extremely boring behavior, but more importantly, this behavior is incompatible with my nature.

His laziness is simply out of place, but now, I have to record what I have experienced these days. I vaguely feel that I will find "him" soon. I don't know what will happen next, I don't know this

Whether this diary can still be preserved, but I hope someone can believe in the existence of "him" as much as I do, and everything I want to say starts from that summer three years ago.]

"Hey! Qi'er, are you really not going to have two more drinks at my place tonight?"

The fat man standing in front of me is surnamed Qian Mingshan. It can be said that he grew up with bare buttocks. My best hair was childhood. Since Qianshan has always had plump curves since he was a child, I am more accustomed to calling him San.

Fat man.

We grew up in the same compound, and were in the same class in elementary school, junior high school, and high school, and this buddy has always lived up to his name. He is famous for the same reason as the famous scientist Qian Sanqiang.

However, Qian Sanqian is always in the top three in every exam, while Qian Shan is almost never in the bottom three in every exam. I don’t know if it’s because of his bad luck or because I am unlucky and failed the college entrance examination.

During the exam, Qian Shan performed exceptionally well, scoring more than 200 points higher than the previous mock exam, and was admitted to the same university as me.

Fortunately, we are not in the same major. I majored in architecture, and he majored in history. After graduation, I opened a study near Huaiyuan Gate, specializing in some rare and ancient books, while Qian Shan studied in

An antique shop opened not far away from me. I don’t know how much hatred we had in our previous life, but we can’t get rid of it in this life.

No, when we were both relatively free in the store, we habitually got together at noon and chatted for a while. This guy wanted to have two drinks together in the evening, so I said to him: "I see

Forget it, you don’t know what day it is today, let’s just calm down!”

After hearing my words, Qian Shan curled his lips slightly: "Ahem, when did you believe in this thing? Isn't it the Ghost Festival? What a big deal, our brothers will become more yang-qi after a few drinks.

, all ghosts have to stay away!”

Regarding Qian Shan's speaking style, I basically didn't reply or continue, otherwise he would definitely go astray, so I changed the topic and said: "I guess forget it, go to bed early today, tomorrow is the weekend."

, come to my place, I'm adjusting the chicken rack

, grilled skewers or something, let’s have a big one.”

Hearing my words, Qian Shan's eyes suddenly shone with two bright lights: "Then we've decided that you should prepare two boxes of beer tomorrow. We won't be able to do anything big for a while.

!”

I don’t know if Northeastern people are born with beer and skewers flowing in their blood. In summer, you can see shirtless men wearing suitcases everywhere at Quanyuan 2nd Road, Tiexi Night Market and other major skewers strongholds.

In a way similar to bel canto pronunciation, he shouted: "Come on! Do it! Damn it! You have fish in this cup", "Come on, brothers, I'm late, I'll punish myself with three cups first", "

Come on, boss, don’t just be busy, let’s have a drink together”...

Ever since we learned how to drink in college, we have been out of control. Regardless of whether we have a small drink or a big meal, as long as we have beer, it is basically ten bottles or more. Look at Qian Shan's attitude tomorrow night, if we don't drink those forty-eight

I'm afraid he won't stop until the bottle of beer is gone.

I nodded helplessly, waved my hand to him, and watched his plump body walk away from my sight with a proud square step. Then I closed the store door and picked up a book from the bookshelf.

, sat in the rocking chair and started reading slowly.

This is an ancient book that records about shamanic witchcraft. When I went to the forest area of ​​Heilongjiang a few years ago, I bought it from an old Manchu man. In fact, in terms of value, this kind of book is comparable to the one printed by famous ancient bookstores.

Compared with the thread-bound books, they are simply thousands of miles away, so I didn’t spend a lot of money. However, what I am interested in is that it records some shamanic sacrificial activities and some legends spread by shamanism. I have nothing to do.

When I was there, I would read and read Chinese classical mythology and wild history stories. Not long after, a burst of tiredness came over me, and I fell asleep on the chair.

"Bang bang bang bang, bang bang bang bang..."

With a rapid knock on the door, I woke up from my sleep. I opened my eyes hard and felt that everything around me was black. I also felt a pain in my waist and back. This recliner is only for a short rest.

It was fine at the time, but if I slept on it for a while, many parts of my body would become stiff. I almost struggled to get up from the recliner and light up the desk lamp.

"At 1:30 in the morning, I didn't expect that I slept for so long. What kind of ghost is going on in the middle of the night?"

I tried my best to straighten my waist and staggered out of the hall.

"Eh!"

When I was about to open the door, I suddenly remembered the conversation I had with Qian Shan. It happened to be the 14th day of the seventh lunar month, which is what Qian Shan calls the Ghost Festival.

According to legend, on this day, the King of Hell ordered the gates of hell to be opened, allowing those unjust souls and ghosts who had been suffering and imprisoned in hell all year round to come out of hell, wander around for a short period of time, and enjoy the blood of the world.

Although it was midsummer in the north at this time, I felt a chill running down my back, and the hairs all over my body stood up, and any trace of sleepiness that I had felt was instantly gone.

"Bang bang bang bang, bang bang bang bang..."

At this moment, there was another rapid knock on the door. It is said that people knock three times and ghosts knock four times. Normally, I don’t feel anything unusual about the three or four knocks, but this time the knock sounded

But it happens to be so awkward, that extra

The sound seemed to hit my heart, and my heartbeat accelerated.

When I came to the outer hall, I deliberately walked lightly, walked to the door cautiously, and said to the door: "Who is it?"

The person outside the door paused for a moment, and then a deep voice came: "It's seven yuan, I guess. I'm a friend of your parents, and they asked me to bring something to you."

I have lived with my grandparents since I was a child. Parents are both familiar and unfamiliar names to me. My father is a geologist. As long as I can remember, I have been traveling all year round. On good days, every year during the Chinese New Year

He would come back once, sometimes even for several years without seeing his shadow. My mother and father were in the same geological team, and they would be gone for half a year. I remember when I was young, I would catch up with them when they came back and hug them.

They would play with me all day long, but as I grew older, the frequency of their coming back became less and less. Even when they came back occasionally, they couldn't say a few words to me.

Sometimes I even feel that they seem to be deliberately avoiding me, and the way they look at me is different from when I was a child. I have asked my grandfather more than once if they are divorced and don't want anyone.

I, however, got scolded by my grandfather every time I asked, so I simply stopped asking. No, it must have been almost five years since they last came back.

Their appearance seemed to be getting more and more blurred in my memory. When I suddenly heard about them, I was a little at a loss for a moment, especially when I heard the visitor talking about "carrying things", although in Northeastern dialect

, this sentence is extremely common, but hearing "burning things" on this day will inevitably trigger a lot of associations.

"Qiyuan, I have other things to do here. I can't wait too long. Open the door quickly!"

Maybe I was in a daze for too long. The deep voice outside the door sounded again, and my thoughts were withdrawn from the past images.

However, I deliberately stayed cautious and did not remove the anti-theft chain from the store door. I just opened the door through a narrow gap. Along the gap, I looked out carefully. A middle-aged man also appeared in front of me.

In sight, he was about 1.65 meters tall, with a medium build, wearing blue clothes and pants. He was wearing a popular straw hat at the time, similar to the ones issued by tour groups, which completely covered his face.

, you can’t see his appearance at all.

Just when I was hesitating to let him in, the man spoke first: "This is what your father asked me to bring you. You must keep it well and don't lose it."

Before I could react, something was pushed into my hand through the crack of the door. The thing was soft and heavy in my hand, as if it was a box or something wrapped in silk. I was about to ask a question, but the man seemed to be afraid that I would ask.

Generally, turn around and leave immediately.

"Holy shit, what's going on?"

I was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly opened the door and chased out. I didn’t know what my parents were thinking, asking such a strange person to come. At least they had to let me know where they were now.

Come back some time.
Chapter completed!