In the vast universe, the era in which the story of the countless people cannot be tested, and the planet cannot be tested is just an accident, and it becomes such a story. As for whether I am the person in this story, why is this story recorded from such a perspective, it is not important, and it is not important.

What’s important is that I just record these things, a long story that can touch people’s hearts, that’s enough.

The small one is hidden in the wild, the middle one is hidden in the city, and the big one is hidden in the morning. The literal meaning of this ancient saying is that a person wants to hide in himself. The so-called mountains, forests and wilderness are actually the best strategy. The real hiding oneself in the sea of ​​people, or hiding in the court at that time is the real hierarchy.

To explain it in Taoist words, this is a state of mind, which means that hiding in the mountains, forests and wilderness is just a form, and truly being in the sea of ​​people. In the complex struggles of the government, one can be indifferent to it, and forgetting both the things and the world is the real "heart hidden".

Since the heart is hidden, it is the same wherever a person is.

I don't care what this sentence really means? These Taoist theories come to my mind from time to time, and I will immediately interrupt others, such as what to eat for lunch today.

I want to live an ordinary life instead of remembering these words that seem to be "outside the world" and then being independent of the world is not suitable for me.

But what I can't escape is that I often walk to this bustling and crowded street, and I will habitually think of this ancient saying about hidden things, and what is hidden behind these ordinary and indifferent faces? Maybe there is a thrilling story, maybe there is a life of ups and downs, or maybe there is a fascinating identity?

A wealthy person, a high position and a powerful person, a successor to the Wu family, possess unique skills, or, more magical, is a cultivator who escapes from the world?

Thinking of the last possibility, I will forget how embarrassing I am.

And the other one, the guess I don’t want to mention is, or who is who who passes by me, isn’t human at all?

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On an ordinary summer noon, the asphalt road in front of my shop was a little dazzling. I was drowsy behind the counter, and I was holding a lighter in my hand and was doing cleaning work. Because of this sleepiness, the lighter in my hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

I feel a little distressed. This is a collection-level antique, a replica zippo from 1933. Although it is not as expensive as other antiques, it is also a treasure for a lighter-level collector like me.

So, the moment it landed, my sleepiness disappeared, and I hurriedly picked up this lighter, for fear that the bumps and bumps would cause its shell to deform.

However, when I bent down, I saw the thick glass door in front of my store being pushed open. Following the crack that was pushed open, the unique hot air in summer with a hot air blowing into the store. For a moment, it overwhelmed the cold air that the air conditioner worked hard to make.

I saw a pair of leather shoes that were wiped cleanly but not shiny so clean that every gap could tell the intention of the shoe shiner.

Of course I know who the owner is for such a distinctive shoe. He once said to me: "Clean shoes are an attitude of life, representing cleanliness. But letting them blind others' eyes with shoe polish is a high-profile and does not conform to my low-key and steady temperament."

I picked up the lighter and sat up again, observing every corner with distress, checking whether there were any bumps or bumps, and I didn't raise my eyes, and greeted casually: "Lao Zhou, at such a hot noon, I won't accompany your beautiful and cute female students to drink a cold drink, and have an ecstatic lunch break, what are you here to do?"

Yes, the person who came here is Zhou Zheng. In Sichuan dialect, Zhou Zheng can be understood as the person is very energetic and has a good facial features. Although I don’t think Zhou Zheng is very Zhou Zheng, because I have always been "face-blind" about men's appearance. However, others have commented that Zhou Zheng is indeed Zhou Zheng.

My name is Lao Zhou, but he is not really old. A 27-year-old man is the same age as me, and he is the age of "Ruhua". He is an internal medicine physician in the inpatient department of a hospital in this city and the youngest lecturer in the medical university where this affiliated hospital is located.

Speaking of which, his career is considered successful, but these are all over the place in my eyes. A call to Lao Zhou represents a kind of friendship, a friendship established at the age of not knowing nothing.

Therefore, whether he succeeds or not, whether I am rich or not, has no effect on our friendship. Such casualness is sometimes also an attitude when we get along.

I continued to hold the fine sandpaper and began to clean the lighter in my hand. In my next thought, Lao Zhou would probably stand in front of my counter, with his expression not much fluctuating, and then add, "Your sister" is Lao Zhang, don't touch me.

Lao Zhang is also one of our buddies, so he naturally talks about it as the same age as us. I haven't seen this kid for a long time. My thinking has always been leaping. While thinking, I continue to clean up the lighter in my hand.

But I didn't get the expected response, but I heard Lao Zhou walk to my counter, chop something up in front of my counter with a "slap" sound, and then fell silent.

"This is glass, you can pay if you chop it up." Although I said casually, when I looked up, my brows frowned slightly.

Lao Zhou chopped a bottle of wine in front of my counter, at 52 degrees. We have always loved to drink a brand of white wine, sauce-flavored white wine, and the taste is like DDT. But I got used to it, so I became a favorite.

"Get a cup and drink with me." Lao Zhou was not joking. His face looked a little pale in such summer days. It was hard for him to be as dark as charcoal, but he could be so white as if he was so black.

He is very direct. According to my understanding, if he talks to me in such a tone, it means that something serious must be happening.

I don’t have cups here, and some antique cups with good workmanship are also some vintages. I can’t bear to use them to drink with Lao Zhou, so I unscrewed the cap and said, “Blow the bottle (drink it directly with a bottle, which can also be understood as drinking all this bottle in one sip).”

"Okay." Old Zhou seemed to want to get himself drunk, so he grabbed the bottle of wine and poured himself a big sip. The 52-degree strong wine fell into his stomach and choked him, but he didn't care and stuffed the bottle into my hand and signaled me to drink.

"Put the wine?" In this summer, drinking white wine like this is actually a self-abuse behavior. I don't want to let me swallow white wine like this.

Lao Zhou glanced at me, took out a pack of wrinkled peanuts from his pocket, threw them onto the counter, and asked me, "Does this count?"

I smiled, tore open the packaging, peeled a peanut and threw it into my mouth, then took a sip of wine, and said, "Forget it."

I have a habit, that is, even though I know my friend has something to do, but he doesn't say it, I don't ask. So, the bottle of wine went back and forth between me and Lao Zhou. After half an hour, most of the bottle was gone, we didn't say anything.

Not only did we not say anything, but we didn't say a word. I didn't think there was anything wrong with Lao Zhou. We are used to getting along like this.

"I said" Finally, when there were less than a few sips of wine left in the bottle, Lao Zhou put down the bottle and finally spoke. His face turned slightly red. It seemed that the wine came up and the wine came, and nothing was easy to say.

"Well, you said." I casually peeled a peanut, my mouth full of 'DDT' smell, and there was a strong smell of wine that only those who know how to tell the wine were waiting for Lao Zhou's answer.

"Lao Lao, you know, I am a doctor. The education I received since I was a child is to believe in science. I think everything has a reason, but before people find out the reason, they are easy to be suspicious." Lao Zhou's expression was very serious, but the content was what I heard for many years, which made me raise my eyebrows slightly, as if something big happened, just to popularize science to me here, which is productivity?

So, I didn't answer the conversation, just grabbed the bottle of wine, and poured myself a sip of wine. My whole body was sweating. Even the air conditioner was useless. I could only take off my shirt and wear a vest, and wiped the sweat from my face casually.

During this process, Lao Zhou kept talking, and his face turned from seriousness to ugly. He said: "But, Lao San, what happened these days made me suspicious. You know, I am a lecturer and I want to teach students. In the meantime, human anatomy is inevitably involved. For some small reasons, I have the key to the morgue, I want to say it."

When he finished speaking, I was wiping the sweat on my face, but when I heard the last sentence, my movements stopped, my eyes fell directly on Lao Zhou, and then I squinted slightly.

Lao Zhou noticed my expression and immediately said in a denied way: "Lao Lao, wait, don't tell me anything else. You are usually a normal person, and I don't understand some of the things I say that I occasionally go crazy and don't want to understand. I just want to find someone to tell you. I'm very annoyed and bored."

"Also, are you a little scared?" I withdrew my gaze that fell on Lao Zhou's face, put my shirt aside, and then grabbed a lighter from my side, playing with me in my hand that I don't like to meddle in other people's business, but at that glance just now, I knew that Lao Zhou should be fine.

But what is a friend? It is to let him talk and have negative emotions, and there is someone who can listen and let him vent.

So, I continued to ask.

At the same time, he is fine now, and I dare not guarantee whether he has any problems in the future. I have to hear what's going on?
Chapter completed!