I am a businessman, and I am always on business trips. I am either running on the road or staying in a strange place. From 2008 to the present, my life can be described as "no place to live".

In fact, many people cannot understand why a person like me who does silver jewelry business has to travel around the world and even has no time to go home during the Chinese New Year and Festival. Especially the relatives in their hometown, when they learn that my silver jewelry store is not only not profitable, but also loses money for years, every time I come home, they will look at me with a strange look.

Indeed, I have a small silver jewelry store in the city, but that store is just a storefront. The business I really run has nothing to do with silver jewelry. The business I do is called the "corpse coffin business" in our business. To put it simply, it is related to corpses and coffins.

Almost none of the corpses I handled over the years are normal. The most common ones are some yin corpses and evil corpses. There are also ancient corpses that have been washed by the cold wind for many years and have experienced many corpses. The older the corpses exist, the more times the corpses change, the more difficult it is to deal with.

I'm afraid no one will believe it if I say that this business is not dangerous, but if I say that I am engaged in such a business, no one will believe it, and even treat me as a madman. So I have never explained it to my relatives, and my parents have been under great pressure to help me hide this secret over the years.

When I returned to my hometown at the beginning of last year, my relatives asked me what business I was doing. They also specifically told me not to do illegal things, how much money can I earn, and don’t touch the unclean money. My dad and I smiled helplessly, but no one said much.

Shortly after this incident, my father spent all his savings and bought a 70-square-meter small bedroom in the city. Then he took my mother away from their hometown where they had lived for most of their lives. Before moving, my father rarely called me and asked me to take time to go back to my hometown to see if there was anything else I wanted to take away.

At that time, I couldn't get rid of my own things. When the matter was completely dealt with, it was already the end of the year. I packed my luggage and drove the train from Xinjiang to my hometown in Shandong.

It was already late at night when I returned to my hometown. Except for a few dogs at the east end of the village who saw me barking a few times, no one knew that I was back.

Actually, I didn’t know what to clean up. I walked around the house and thought it would be useful in the future, so I put it in my trunk. When I was rummaging through the old boxes in the west room, I accidentally found my diary when I was in junior high school.

Because of age, the pages of the diary have turned yellow, and there is also an old photo of the same yellow.

The background of the photo is a cellar with very dark light. In the center of the cellar, there is a mouthful of a big red coffin, which is as red as blood. On the surface of the coffin, it is covered with black liquid. The liquid is very viscous and looks like boiling asphalt.

Next to this coffin was standing an old man in an old military uniform. His standing posture was very unnatural, his arms and legs were straight, his eyes were staring straight ahead, and his smile on his face was extremely stiff.

Although it is a color photo, the color of the whole photo is very dark, as if it has been treated with some special treatment.

In the eyes of others, this photo may be a bit weird, but when I see it, I can feel the warmth that has been separated for many years.

If I hadn't seen this photo by chance, I might not have written down this past event. The reason I started writing is not only for the sake of telling it, but also for a memory in my heart.

My master once said that time is a very powerful thing. No matter what you have experienced in your life, most of them will gradually fade away over time.

As time goes by, I am afraid I will forget many things.

The person in the photo is my master, not a master, but a master, who will be a teacher for one day and a father for life.

In fact, it was fate and opportunity to meet my master and eventually take over such a business, because I was born in that day, lived in that place, and experienced such a thing.

Okay, the past will eventually pass, and I feel unintentional, so I calm down and talk about my experiences over the years. Unfortunately, some things have been too long, and even if I try to think about them, I can only think of some fragments vaguely.

I was born on the ninth day of September 1987, on the Double Ninth Festival, our family has three generations of single generations. My father named me Zuo Kang, hoping that I could grow up healthily.

My mother said that when I was born, the sun shone through the window and shone on the bed impartially. In addition, it was Double Ninth Festival again, so my grandfather gave me a nickname: Yangyang.

But on the day I was born, my grandfather, who suffered from severe hypertension, drank two more glasses of wine because he was happy, and he suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and died suddenly that night.

It was a happy thing to add a new student to the family, but the death of my grandfather immersed the whole family in deep grief.

Some people say that my horoscope has double nine, and my life is too strong, and my grandfather will die as soon as I was born.

This kind of rumor reached my dad's ears. My dad was busy sending a funeral to his grandfather and had no time to pay attention to it.

But in the rural areas of 10 miles, this kind of thing spread very quickly. After my grandfather was buried, rumors about me killing my grandfather had spread all over the city. For this matter, my father fought with the person who spread the rumors, and heard from my mother that he almost caused a death.

But rumors cannot be stopped. My father is a person who cares a lot about other people's quarrels. Later, because he could not withstand the pressure of rumors, after my mother was confinement, he took us and our mother into the dormitory assigned by the factory.

That was also the first time I had moved in my life, but I was still young at that time and I couldn't have any impression.

At that time, my dad was working in a rubber factory, and the dormitory of the rubber factory was a tube building built in the mid-1960s.

Our family of three was crowded in a small room of more than ten square meters. The cooking stove and kitchen utensils were placed in the corridor. The toilet was public. There were men's and women's toilets on both sides of the east and west floors. Every morning when you wake up, many people lined up in front of the toilet door.

In the center of the Twin Building is a spacious patio. Every summer, many people gather there to play poker. I remember one year someone in Twin Building got married and also held a banquet on the Twin Building.

And I also had my first friend in my life, who was the same age as me, named Liu Shangang. As long as I can remember, I have been struggling and playing in the corridor with Liu Shangang, and sometimes I am naughty, pasting mud in the pot of my neighbor's house and sprinkling water on the quilts in the patio in another house. We have done this kind of thing.

Every time we do something bad, someone will come to our house to complain. My dad doesn't care much about me. My mom has a bad temper. Every time I chase me and beat me in the corridor, making me scream. Generally speaking, after I was beaten, Liu Shangang's dad should start practicing with him.

But my mother beat me so happily. Whenever Liu Shangang was beaten, my mother would go to their house to plead. At that time, I thought, I must not be my mother's biological child.

Thinking about it now, from moving into the tube building to before I was six years old, it was the most stable years in our family.

But when I was six years old, something happened in the tube building.

It was just one morning when autumn began. My mother got up early and searched for something in the cabinet, making a lot of noise.

My dad and I were awakened by the sound. Before dawn, it was just four or five o'clock. My dad yawned and asked my mom: "What are you doing (when the people in ours speak dialect, they will automatically omit "what" when they say the word "what")? It's only about the time, so much noise."

My mother flipped through the cabinet and said, "The weather forecast said there was a cold wave today. I'll find some thick clothes for Yangyang."

It was still early, my dad asked me to sleep for a while, but he put on a coat and went out alone. When he first opened the door, he couldn't help but curse: "It's so cold, it's almost winter."

My dad has to do one big thing every morning when he wakes up, which is to squat in the toilet. Usually he gets up late, and he has to wait in front of the toilet door for a long time before he can wait for the squat seat. Today, he is in a hurry to go out when he opens his eyes. Needless to say, he must have wanted to solve the big thing before he gets up.

The weather was not only cold that day, but also surprisingly strong. As soon as my father closed the door, a cold wind blew the door open again. My mother quickly stood up and closed the door again while muttering: "Who has ordered the stove early in the morning? It smells so big."

At that time, I was in a daze and didn't smell anything. After my mother closed the door, she wrapped herself in a quilt and fell asleep quickly.

I don’t know how long I slept during this sleep, until the noise from the corridor woke me up.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I heard Liu Shangang's father shouting outside: "Old Zuo, Lao Zuo, come out to help."

My dad hasn't come back yet, it was my mom's door opened. Liu Shangang's dad looked at my house through the crack in the door, and asked my mom again: "Where is Lao Zuo?"

"I went to the cottage early in the morning and didn't come back here. What happened?" My mother couldn't help asking when she saw Liu Shangang's father looked anxious.

Liu Shangang's father sighed: "There is something wrong with the old Wang family."

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

At that time, every household living in Tongzilou was very close to each other and very close. When my mother heard something happened to the old Wang family, she became anxious and hurriedly put on a coat and rushed out of the house.

The noise outside became louder and louder. When I was in the room, I heard someone shouting: "Come on, come and carry the person out first, hurry up!"

Then my dad's voice appeared in the noise: "Old Liu, drive there and get to the hospital!"

Including my dad, everyone can hear a kind of worry and anxiety in their voices. That kind of feeling comes from the heart and is not artificial at all. Looking back on the days in Tongzilou, the relationship between people still exudes a clean and simplicity.

It took about an hour before my dad and mom returned home with a serious look on their faces.
Chapter completed!