A few days later, the three of them returned exhausted.
Dasha decided to go back and do some research on other places in China that are not as well-known but worth visiting, such as Fuxian Lake. Mr. Jia is about to prepare the code. In the past few days, two editors have called to urge them.
Drafted.
Xu Guangling embarked on the journey back.
In fact, he wanted to stay in Yuxi directly, but there were many necessary things left in the previous rental, and he had not yet communicated with the landlord, so he had to go back and tidy up his affairs. As for whether and when he would return home
I came here again, but I still couldn't tell.
It has been several years since Xu Guangling did anything "with a plan".
People who have no emotional restraint or who have lost their emotional bonds may become heroes and move towards the set goals by any means necessary. They may become weirdos who play games and are both good and evil. Or they may be like Xu Guangling now, everything seems normal.
But life has no plan, has lost any clear direction, and exists in a chaotic form. No one knows where he will be or what he will do at the next moment.
Because even he himself doesn't know.
The three of them parted hands at Kunming Railway Station, and then ran in different directions. Xu Guangling still took the same train back. Thanks to modern technology, he didn't have to queue up to buy tickets. He had booked them early, or even not.
It's okay, because now there are many self-service ticket buying windows in train stations, and the sight of huge crowds of people queuing up to sell tickets is likely to be gone forever.
It was twenty-four hours when I arrived, and it was still twenty-four hours when I returned.
About thirty hours later, Xu Guangling returned to his rented place, took a hot shower, and then went to bed.
When I woke up, night had fallen. I stood at the window without looking or thinking about it. I stood there blankly for more than an hour. Then Xu Guangling turned on the light and sat in front of his desk to look at and play with.
The stone brought back from the bottom of Fuxian Lake.
The shape of the stone is rectangular, specifically, it is brick-shaped, but it is larger than ordinary bricks, and much heavier. It is quite textured, and when held in the hand, it does not look like a stone, but like a metal block.
Although the stone has been preliminarily cleaned before, there are still small potholes everywhere on the surface, which are thick moss-like substances and lake bottom sediments. Although it is just a random stone, I don’t know how old it is.
How ancient is it?
After playing with it for a while, Xu Guangling took a whetstone from the corner of the desk and planned to polish the stone.
As for why there is a whetstone, it is very simple. More than a year ago, Xu Guangling bought a whole set of carving tools, either out of boredom or out of nostalgia. Small carvings, such as seals and so on, are the products of Xu Guangling.
One of Xu Guangling’s hobbies, which he has been exposed to since he was a child. This is also Xu Guangling’s hobby.
The whetstone is one of the edge tools.
Next, Xu Guangling placed the heavy stone on the desk, held the whetstone in his hand and began to turn it over and polish it.
The movement is neither light nor heavy, and the speed is slow and leisurely. In terms of speed, it really does not look like the movements of a young man, but shows the characteristics of an old man or an old master. There is no trace of frivolity or impatience.
The fixed and rhythmic grinding sound seems to last forever.
But after all, it is just a stone slightly larger than a brick.
Therefore, although Xu Guangling polished it very carefully and calmly, it still only took less than an hour to polish its six sides until they were completely transparent. After careful cleaning again, Xu Guangling showed
In his hand is a very flat and square stone, slightly green in color.
Looking at it again, Xu Guangling couldn't help but feel surprised, because this stone was unexpectedly square, it could even be said to be extremely square!
This doesn't look like something naturally occurring at all.
Could it be that it was really a prehistoric stone used in ancient city construction? But that’s not right, it’s too small. Or is it just an ordinary blue brick that fell into Fuxian Lake in some previous era? But it’s still wrong.
This is obviously not the material of blue brick. It is much heavier than blue brick and much more delicate than blue brick.
After thinking wildly for a while, Xu Guangling couldn't find the answer. Of course, he didn't actually need an answer.
If it’s unknown, then it’s better to be unknown.
Later, Xu Guangling took the carving knife and planned to use the big bluestone as a small seal and carve a few words on it to make a mark.
"At the bottom of Fuxian Lake, a remembrance."
After thinking for a while, Xu Guangling decided to engrave these words.
Although it is said to be carved as a seal, it is not a seal after all, and therefore, there is no need to carve it backwards. Next, Xu Guangling was like writing, using the carving knife as the pen and the bluestone as the paper, slowly and forcefully
"Writing".
The material of bluestone is extremely hard, so it is a bit difficult to carve, but the carving knife in your hand can barely handle it.
Fu, fairy, lake, bottom.
Remember, read...
Finishing one word after another, Xu Guangling was carving the character "Zig" at this time. This should be the simplest word. There are only three paintings, and he was carving the third painting, which is the zigzag leg.
At that moment, Xu Guangling suddenly lost his hand.
This mistake was not Xu Guangling's fault.
Slow, meticulous and extremely patient operation, normally it is impossible to make any mistakes, and the reason for the mistakes at this time is that the carving knife scratched on the extremely hard material from the previous moment, and then suddenly the next moment
The ground and materials have undergone great changes.
Like breaking an egg shell, the carving knife seemed to suddenly transition from the extremely hard bluestone to tofu or butter.
Nearly one-third of the entire carving knife was submerged in the bluestone.
And just when Xu Guangling was surprised by this unprepared surprise, a misty blue light, slightly similar to the color of bluestone but much deeper and purer, was like a small green snake, with lightning speed.
Before he could cover his ears, he emerged from the bluestone, or rather slipped out, and plunged straight into Xu Guangling's forehead.
If he was shocked before, Xu Guangling was shocked this time.
No matter how indifferent he was, no matter how seemingly he didn't care about anything, in essence, he was still just a young man. Faced with this extremely strange change, Xu Guangling still lost his usual composure.
In an instant, many random thoughts emerged.
"Is this a treasure left by an immortal?" Xu Guangling thought of the word "immortal" in Fuxian Lake.
"Am I being parasitized by some kind of creature?" Xu Guangling thought of the plot in the movie Alien.
…
The scene just now was definitely not an illusion.
Xu Guangling will not deceive himself or others, let alone think that what happened just now is ordinary. Although Xu Guangling's body has not felt any strangeness until now, it does not mean that nothing will happen. If nothing happens, that is for the best
Yes, but Xu Guangling did not dare to think so, and his always calm thinking did not allow him to think so.
Is it good or bad?
It's so natural, no need to say more.
Is it bad? Will he wake up tomorrow, or after a while, he will no longer be him, but will be taken away by some kind of creature?
Putting down the bluestone and the carving knife, Xu Guangling came to the window again, silent and silent for a long time. At this time, in the bright morning, neon lights far and near flashed together, interweaving a bustling night in a modern city.
And how many more times can he watch it on a night like this?