Awakening Day Collection

Chapter 14 Hometown (3)
As Zhang Shengyin said, he didn't touch anything in the villa.In addition, two locks were added to Feng Qizhou's bedroom and study, and the keys were given to Feng Si.This is just right, Feng Si thought, if there is something secret, it should be human nature to hide it in the bedroom and study.

He searched the bedroom first, but found nothing related to his grandfather. At the same time, he was a little surprised to find that the valuables in his father's private collection were pitiful. , gold jewelry is not at all.Feng Si couldn't help thinking, did he really leave all the money to me?
The incomprehensible complex feelings towards his father began to stir in his heart again.He shook his head, forcing himself not to think about it for the time being, he left the bedroom and opened the door of the study.Feng Qizhou has two study rooms, one is magnificently decorated and is specially used for meeting guests. The three large bookcases against the wall are filled with various books, including Taoist classics and Chinese classics, as well as "A Brief History of Time" and the like. Serious science books, and even a bunch of academic books in pure foreign languages.Of course, they are all used to decorate the appearance, so that it can appear that the master "Wangxuzi" has learned all the time, both at home and abroad, and adds some chips when bluffing people. In fact, Feng Qizhou has basically never read the books there, and some books have not even been read. opened.As for Carl Sagan's "The Devil Haunted World" is also mixed in this bookcase, and "Scientific Feng Shui" is a neighbor, it is simply ridiculous.

Right now, what Feng Si opened was Feng Qizhou's private study room, which was just a small room with a desk, a wooden chair, and a small bookcase, and nothing else.Even Feng Si had never entered this study.Out of curiosity, he checked the bookcase first, which made him stunned.

The bookcase is full, filled with books such as ancient Chinese mythology, legends of ghosts and monsters, Taoist alchemy and history of Taoism, Western mythology, Western witchcraft legends, etc., from old yellowed thread-bound books to newly published hardcover original English editions, and No book is new, and some old books dealing with the history of Taoism and mythology and witchcraft have even been turned to their sides.

He casually took out a few books and opened them, and found that his father was very careful and did not leave any outline marks on the books, nor did he have any folding pages or bookmarks, which made it impossible for him to find the key points of his father's reading.

Why did my father have such a strong interest in these books?Feng Si was full of doubts.As a college student in the Internet age who advocates science, Feng Si has always sneered at strange things, but he still has basic common sense.Taoism is a native Chinese religion. It has its own unique system of immortals and cultivation methods. It is completely different from the Western mythology system and magic system.As for many folk tales and local legends, they don't even touch the border of religion, and basically belong to the category of primitive worship, which are completely made up by fools to scare themselves.And the books such as "World Disaster History" and "World Plague History" in the bookcase are even more incredible.

What can these things be pointed to when they are mixed together?Feng Si frowned, and gradually had an extremely ominous premonition in his heart.Myths, legends, ghosts, Taoism, witchcraft, devils, history, disasters, plagues... It doesn't seem like a good thing no matter how you look at it.He felt that he was standing in front of a thick and high wall, trying to find the cracks in the wall. Once he passed through this wall, what would appear in front of his eyes might be the ultimate darkness and the ultimate horror.

Feng Si didn't have time to read these books carefully, so he could only call Zhang Shengyin and ask him to help move all the books in the small study room to the old house at night.Zhang Shengyin readily agreed without asking any reason.

He thought about it, felt a little worried, and took pictures of all the spines with his mobile phone, and then opened the desk drawer.There are some scattered papers in the drawer, but most of them just record some Taoist mantras.In addition, there is a notepad, which records all the schedules of the invitations that can be seen. There is no mention of his son Feng Si, which seems to be of little value.

Feng Si sighed and was about to leave when suddenly his eyes glanced at the objects on the desk, and he was slightly taken aback.He noticed that there were brushes and inkstones on the table, but the paper and notepads in the desk were all written with pens, and there was no place for brushes at all.

This is my father's private study room, completely different from the study room used to show off. There should be nothing useless in it, but why are there useless brushes and inkstones?

Thinking about it, Feng Si tentatively moved the inkstone away. He found an inconspicuous round hole on the table under the inkstone. Matching this old old desk, it seemed to be just a wormhole.But when Feng Si inserted the barrel of the writing brush into it, he found that the diameter of the barrel of the brush fit the "wormhole" perfectly. After the barrel was inserted, it slid down about two centimeters before it was blocked.

He pressed the pen holder down hard, and felt a spring-like resistance, as if some switch had been pressed down.Immediately afterwards, there was a "click", and a soft sound came from the direction of the bookcase.Feng Si raised his head, and saw a hidden interlayer exposed on the upper side panel of the bookcase, but this interlayer was too small, judging from the length and width, it was difficult to insert even a piece of letter paper.He went closer, and carefully removed the contents of the interlayer with the travel scissors on the key chain. They were two old yellowed photos.Fons clenched his fists, realizing that he had found something really important.

He was overjoyed at the first photo. In the photo, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy stood with a slightly hunchbacked middle-aged man. Behind them was a green hill that looked a bit like a Bactrian camel.There was nothing unusual about this photo, but Feng Si recognized it immediately. The young man was his father, Feng Qizhou, and the middle-aged man was somewhat similar to Feng Qizhou in appearance, especially their slightly flattened nose bridges. And the thin upper lip, as if carved out of a mold.

This is my grandfather!Feng Si made a judgment in an instant, and then thought a little self-deprecatingly that Feng Qizhou had no blood relationship with him, so of course this middle-aged man could not be regarded as his real grandfather.But now that I found a photo of my grandfather, it is always a big reward, not to mention that the two people in the photo are wearing casual vests and shorts, with towels on their shoulders. It seems that they were taken casually when they were at home, not a photo taken by a traveler.In other words, the background of this photo should be Feng Qizhou's hometown.Based on this photo, it is entirely possible to find the exact location of his hometown and find the Feng family, which bears many secrets.

This unexpected harvest made Feng Si very happy.He carefully put away the first photo, then picked up the second.This photo is in black and white, and the color of the photo paper is older, and it is obviously fragile to the touch, obviously withstood the relentless erosion of time.And the content of the photo is even more bizarre. It shows a group of Chinese and several Westerners posing for a group photo in front of a certain behemoth.Those Chinese men... all have braids!

This is a photo of the Qing Dynasty!Fons was taken aback.He still remembers some knowledge from history class that black-and-white photography technology was introduced to China a few years after it came out, roughly in the 19s, and the Qing Dynasty fell in 40.In other words, the time when this photo was taken is also in this range.

Why did my father keep an old photo of the late Qing Dynasty so secret?Fons carefully looked at the somewhat blurred photo, identifying the huge object behind the crowd.He suddenly let out an exclamation, shook his hand, and the photo fell to the ground.

Feng Si didn't bend down to pick up this photo in a hurry, but stood there for a long time like a wooden man. After a few minutes, he squeezed out two words: "Monster..."

"Dad, why do you keep this picture?" He muttered to himself, "Is this monster... related to me?"

four

A few days later, Feng Si has returned to Beijing, back to the university dormitory.He entrusted Zhang Shengyin to bury the ashes of his father Feng Qizhou on his behalf. The cost of purchasing the cemetery was raised from the card left by Feng Qizhou. Other than that, he did not use a penny from the card his father gave him. .These days, in addition to entrusting the online games to a friend, he still regularly sends random Weibo quotations every day, and also accepts two marketing advertisements.As far as he is concerned, although the image of his father in his mind is not as bad as it used to be, the resentment of losing his mother cannot be eliminated in a short period of time.Not using his father's money is also a way for him to maintain his self-esteem.

After hastily washing up in the dormitory, Feng Si changed into clean clothes and went downstairs to the faculty dormitory building on the south side of the campus.It was an old building built in the 20s. It was similar to the old house of Feng Si's family. In recent years, there have been endless rumors of demolition. However, due to the relatively loud protests of teachers, it has been dawdling and not demolished.

Fons walked into a unit building and rang the doorbell of Room 302.The door opened quickly, and it was Wen Xiaolan who came out.When Wen Xiaolan saw Feng Si, she first showed a happy expression, and then her expression turned heavy again.

"Is it Auntie's body..." Feng Si watched his words carefully.

Wen Xiaolan nodded slightly, and stepped aside.Feng Si hurriedly walked into the house, first walked into the north room. There was a strong smell of medicine in the room. An old woman with gray hair was leaning on the bed and listening to Kunqu opera played on the radio.It was almost May at this time, and the temperature was not low, but she was still covered with a thick quilt, her complexion was sallow, and she was described as thin.There is a medical oxygen cylinder next to the bed, and the oxygen breathing equipment is on the bedside table.

"Xiao Feng? You're back?" Hearing the sound of someone entering the door, she turned her head and saw Feng Si's appearance clearly, with a smile on her face.

"Auntie, it's me!" Feng Si sat down by the bed and held the old woman's hand. "How is your health?"

The old woman sighed in a low voice: "Every day is getting worse... Sigh, I really trouble you and Xiaowen."

"Don't say that, we should do it."

Fons was always smirking and cynical in front of his father and college teachers, but he was patient and gentle in front of this sickly old woman.He talked with her for a while, and said softly: "You rest, I'll go and see Brother Ning."

He walked into the room on the south side, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw a huge computer desk. The three monitors on the table displayed different images through a split-screen program.A man was staring nervously at the screen, typing on the keyboard and clicking the mouse, as if he didn't hear the footsteps behind him.In addition to the computer desk and the bed, this room is full of books, and even half of the bed is occupied by books.

"Hello, I'm back!" Feng Si said carelessly.

The other party stopped all of a sudden, stood up and turned around.This is a 27-year-old young man with a handsome but pale face. It seems that he rarely does outdoor sports.When he saw Feng Si, the corner of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to express a smile.

"I've finished the cheat for the new online game you asked for last time," the young man spoke stiffly, as if he hadn't talked to anyone for a long time, "automatically moves, automatically fills in red and blue, automatically picks up equipment, Automatically revive in situ."

"I'll also help you hang up the mobile games you want to take care of every day, two Macy's, three Ximen Fuxue, two Hime..." He strung together different games and said that there was no confusion at all.

"I knew you were so smart, absolutely no problem! My job depends entirely on you!" Feng Si patted the young man on the shoulder heavily.The corner of the young man's mouth twitched again, and his eyes showed joy and satisfaction.

Half a year ago, not long after Fence entered this university, one afternoon he was walking to the dormitory after playing basketball, and saw someone selling books at a second-hand book stand on the sidewalk next to the main road.It stands to reason that this is illegal occupation, but several patrolling security guards passed by and ignored it, as if it was commonplace.A few family members of the school staff walked by without stopping, with both pity and mockery in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)