The third option: I am uncle control

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the uncle received a call from Xiaolu. He had returned to his city from his parents, packed his bags, and embarked on a business trip.

I couldn't send you off this time.Uncle felt a little guilty.

It doesn't matter, didn't you secretly give it away last time, the unity of opposites, the laws of the world, have you forgotten?

On the phone side, Xiaolu laughed silently.

How long will it take this time?

Not sure, everything is up to me. If the progress is fast, it should not be as procrastinated as last time.When the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, it should be the time for me to come back.

Well, I'll wait for you.

wait for me?What are you doing?

I won't tell you yet, I'll talk about it when you come back.

Although I hate men who are close-minded, but for you, let's open the door.Xiaolu's voice was unprecedentedly relaxed, and then he hung up the phone.

This wait is another three months.

When the last bit of snow and ice in the small town completely melted, Xiaolu knew it was time to pack up.

He didn't tell Uncle about the progress of the work, he was going to plan a raid, and let his wait be exchanged for a surprise.

On the day before getting ready to go, on a clear afternoon, everything seemed to be going well.

Xiaolu was first caught by the brief news on his mobile phone. It was a text message about an earthquake in the south, and there was no more detailed report.He pursed his lips and began to scan the commercials.

Soon, he felt something strange. Everyone on MSN was talking about the same thing: what seemed to be a disaster of unprecedented magnitude, an earthquake that could not be allowed to go unnoticed.

As usual, the uncle would not go online during the day, so he sent a message to him for confirmation.

I'm also collecting information, and it seems that everything is more serious than you and I imagined.But fear not, you are the farthest from the epicenter.Uncle said.

Xiaolu smiled knowingly, he didn't know that the next day, he would be the closest to him.

At midnight the next day, Xiaolu got off the long-distance bus with a huge luggage on his back, his body was exhausted, only his eyes were shining.The city he was familiar with in the night was already full of spring, he breathed the air with obvious seasonal characteristics, took the nearest taxi and drove towards his residence.

The boy rolled down the car window, let the evening wind blow his hair, guessed whether the man had fallen asleep, or was still sitting in front of the white oak table facing the monitor and the A4 paper with pins, and even imagined countless times when he saw him. expression and first sentence.

He will definitely open his mouth slightly in the first second, dilate his pupils in a thousandth of a second, look at his face as if observing a person who hit him by a bicycle, and then show the unique smile of a 41-year-old man .

"Little man." That was the shortest expression he could express when he blamed.

"I didn't send you into the car, and I didn't pick you up from the car. Why is there no unity of opposites this time?" It is also possible to make a joke that they only understand.

"Back?" Maybe it was a concise question, as simple as his life.

"It's really you? Why did you get promoted again without saying hello?" The 41-year-old man might pretend to be calm.

The evening wind blows his hair, Xiaolu snickers alone among the tired faces of a car, and the sleepless neon lights on the street jump onto his trembling eyelids one by one.Being able to come back again, being able to be with him again, as always, quietly existing and repeating.

The car was parked downstairs, Xiaolu paid the payment with a smile, and stepped into the elevator with a huge package, looking heroic.The elevator door reflected his slightly flushed cheeks from the evening wind, without a trace of sleepiness or fatigue.

Open the door, the familiar smell, clean floor.He dropped his backpack, went straight to the window, and picked up the binoculars.

However, the binoculars were not attached to his eyes.

The familiar window, the one that would never be covered—is now guarded by heavy curtains.

For a second, he felt lost.

Throwing down the binoculars, Xiao Lu rushed into the elevator, the metal door of the elevator reflected the tears in his eyes, he dared not look directly at the face that was so happy even 2 minutes ago.

He ran into the apartment across the street, his panicked figure reflected in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the brightly lit lobby.It was only when he came to the elevator door that he remembered that he hadn't brought his spare key card, and it was difficult for him to get in.

He stood in front of the elevator, blankly, after a century in a trance, he remembered the phone in his pocket and dialed the uncle's number.

Shut down.

As if thinking of something, Xiaolu turned around and ran to the front desk in the lobby. The waiter didn't wait for him to speak, and handed out a paper bag with a smile.

Inside the paper bag was the uncle's key card and a photo of Xiaolu, shirtless and wearing blue jeans, standing in front of the wooden house with a smile.

On the back of the paper bag, there is a message written by the uncle:

"See the person in the photo, please deliver this bag, owner of 1503."

Xiaolu stood still at the same spot for a long time, and walked back to the elevator step by step.

The key card gave him the right of way, and the elevator silently brought him to that door.Xiaolu raised his fingers dumbly and knocked on the door, but no one answered.Unable to wait for the second knock, he swiped his card to open the thick door.

Everything in the house is as before, the brown linen rug is as clean as newly purchased.A gray carpet covers the floor of the small living room.In the air is the unique smell of a very light masculine space.There are only his shoes in the shoe changing place at the entrance, four pairs of black and brown casual or inlaid formal leather shoes, a pair of brand-name sports shoes and a pair of Beijing cloth shoes.

Next to the Beijing cloth shoes, there was a vacancy. He recalled that it was the pair of military rubber shoes.

In the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, and meditation room, there are only traces of him, but no figure of him.

On the table in the meditation room, there is a piece of A4 paper, which is densely printed with five characters: