A person's missing prose

This man is my friend, or rather, my high school classmate. One day in June 2000, he mysteriously disappeared. But we know he's not dead.

Why did he leave? I didn't understand until today. I only know that he suddenly left into thin air, our county one night, together with his wife and daughter and his bookstore.

Without any warning, the day before he disappeared, he still attended our reception as promised. He is still the focus of our attention on the wine table. This is also our habit for many years. When we are together, we always try to get drunk, so that our once boastful personality can be restored under the action of alcohol. This feeling is our favorite.

His surname is Yang, plus two other students named Yang, and of course, I-Zhuang Ming. Our "three yang and one village" has always been a perfect combination. Needless to say, we are full drinkers.

In A.D. 1984, we met in a small town high school. Three years later, we were brothers who took care of each other as brothers. However, for three years in high school, we didn't drink at all.

Today, I thought of this man, on a sultry afternoon. But I know he won't miss me. For six years, no matter how hurried the steps are, there will always be moments of stopping, but I know that he will not think of me. My whereabouts are erratic, but my home phone number will never change. He always knew this detail.

However, he is a missing person. On that day, he disappeared from our collective vision and was never heard from again. It is this brother who plays missing with us.

According to his neighbors, he moved his bookstore, his wife and his daughter by truck in the middle of the night. He should have disappeared in a planned way, easily erasing the traces of his eleven years in this county.

At first, I used all my imagination to imagine his life after he disappeared. Where will that truck take him? Is he still running that bookstore?

That bookstore is the carrier of his hopes and dreams, and he has disappeared without forgetting it. He couldn't move the house, but he moved all the books. Of course, those books are all the wealth accumulated by his eleven years of struggle.

It took me a long time to start thinking: why did he play such a disappearance? What reason does he have to leave?

It was also in that year that I walked into the campus again and almost cut off all my friends. But all my friends know that I just went to a place and found a fruitless result. I am not the missing Zhuang Ming, Zhuang Ming and not fade away. But this man, he really disappeared.

Accepting this fact seems to take a process. At first, several friends in the circle inquired about each other. One year passed, two years passed, and gradually no one mentioned it again.

The man first disappeared from our sight, and then slowly faded out of our topic.

I don't want to mention his name. In fact, today, no one mentioned his name again. At class reunion, occasionally someone will spit out a drunken sentence: "Is that person back?" But someone will immediately interrupt the topic: "Why mention him! Drink it! Drink! "

This man no longer belongs to our collective.

This man used to be honest. I opened one of his letters in the autopsy room of the school, and his words were as true as the body in front of me. Opening his letter is like opening the chest of a corpse and seeing a real heart. But his words are knocking.

"Zhuang Ming: I am in love!" The first sentence of the letter is like this. This sentence, a record is twenty years. That year, I began to study medicine, and he reviewed in No.11 Middle School of our county. At that time, we talked about everything.

In high school, he was fascinated by Qigong for a while. When we are all desperate for the college entrance examination and eager for the change of fate, he is always in a corner of the town high school, indulging in his own world. In his words, he found happiness. We tried to convince him that his happiness was based on the worries of his parents and friends, and this happiness was not real happiness.

But he is so stubborn that no one can enlighten him. Time flies, and he graduated happily in happiness.

Simple college entrance examination scores can easily change our destination. Notices flying from different places began to lure us one by one to where it flew.

After graduation, the balance of three years began to break, with joy and tears, new hope and new sadness. When he knew the score, his happiness was buried by the pen of fate.

When he saw us off, he smiled and said, "If you have money, forget everything!" But in that smile, it is no longer pure happiness.

He also left the town's high school and transferred to No.11 Middle School to review. The letter I opened in the autopsy room was written during the first semester review.

He stopped practicing qigong, and the joy of practicing qigong was replaced by love. I know, he entered another kind of happiness. All his friends know his persistence, and all external factors can't change his decision. We gradually have nothing to say about his love.

He was so loving that he spent his life in retrospect happily. Unconsciously, I experienced another black July. He went home to farm after his girlfriend left, completely shutting down all his happiness.

It was a spring several years later when I saw him again. At that time, I was already working in the hospital, and my life was calm and dreary. Suddenly someone called me. Look, it's this guy. We haven't been in touch for five years.

This person is still the same as in high school. At that age, we were all young. He came with a simple bag on his back. There is a book in the bag, which was shown to me at once. This is an anthology of famous prose in past dynasties.

"Are you still studying?" He raised his book and asked from the beginning. "Of course I did, but I won't look at the one you took." I also gave a simple answer. "Don't like prose? This is the elite of the elite. " He looked at me suspiciously because he knew I was a bookworm. "no! I just don't like piracy. You are taking pirated books. " I said rudely. He smiled: "Zhuang Ming, I think you are stunned by reading! Selling pirated books is very profitable. "

Then I knew his general experience in recent years. After reviewing, I went home to farm. But life in the countryside is not as beautiful as that written by Tao Yuanming, and I am laughed at by my neighbors because I am backward. So I chose to leave home and start working, flying around like a headless fly, looking for food and a place to stay. Finally, I moved to a bookstore. Then, like a snail, he shrank into the world of books. A year later, he realized the way to make money.

I bought him a drink, and we won't forget each other. We had a deal. When the wine was hot, he said, "Zhuang Ming, I want to open a bookstore. You need to lend me some money. " Although it is borrowed, the tone is unquestionable. As if I were Song Jiang in the timely rain, I would take out a handful of money in my pocket.

In his view, I jumped out of the farm, found a job, and was already rich. You don't know that I live a tight life, don't eat fish, and often want to go home. I dare not expect to have a car and money to support my family.

Seeing my hesitation, he changed his tone: "No, forget it. I mainly came to see you and wanted to raise some money by the way. It's not easy for you to go to work. Come on! Come on! Drink it! Drink it! Do not talk about money. "

I'm really ashamed to talk about money. I sent him as drunk as a fiddler, but I just gave him a ticket. Between the waves, you have gone away. The disappointment in my heart is beyond words.

Later, the bookstore was actually about to open, and I didn't personally congratulate it because of the long journey. I heard from my classmates that all the books I bought were pirated, and the name of the store was simply stolen, so it was called "Three Reading Bookstores". At that time, there was a legendary Zhang in Zhengzhou, Henan Province, who founded a famous "three reading bookstores". At that time, it was famous, respondents gathered, and "Sandu Bookstore" chain stores blossomed everywhere.

However, this person, without applying to join, easily saved a sum of money. However, this does not affect the business of the bookstore. In our county, everyone soon knew about this bookstore, and the business was unexpectedly booming.

What is more popular than business is his marriage, which set a record and has been a topic he has been talking about ever since. From identification to marriage, it can be easily finalized in one week, which is faster than Shenzhen in the United States.

This man, the owner and groom of Sandu Bookstore, also spent a month creating the myth of double harvest in love career. He stopped studying and became a hard porter. At that time, logistics was not fashionable, and now there are no logistics companies everywhere. He used those colorful woven bags to transport wealth from Wuhan and Zhengzhou.

I seldom go back to our county town, because there are few, and I am spoiled by my classmates every time I go back. Of course there is this person. I feel better twice. The first time, it was our "three yang and one village". The two brothers haven't seen each other for a long time. They had a good chat. Facing a bright moon, they drank wine and it was already dawn. After many years, what we talked about has long been forgotten, but that scene is as trance as yesterday.

The second time, alone with this person. After drinking a few glasses of light wine, the man suddenly stood up, opened another bottle of white wine and divided two bowls. I first picked up a bowl, dried it in one breath and said, "Zhuang Ming! Today is a bit boring, let's go roller skating! " I didn't answer, so I took the wine and drank it in one breath. Then, we sang an old song at random and went to the skating rink.

We like the feeling of getting drunk, spinning on the ice and flying. I also fell down several times and got up with laughter. We like it as well. The trouble of forgetting the world in the whirlpool has not happened for a long time.

However, such a scene has never appeared again.

We are struggling in different places, wandering between dreams and reality. This man is still my friend. We are still willing to share some confusion and happiness in life. This man, he hasn't disappeared.

In this way, one year has passed and two years have passed.

When I returned to my hometown again, I first met another Yang Xiong and talked about the past, which made me feel sorry. I wanted to invite this person to get together again, but this brother waved and said, "That's it! That's all! Trouble! Trouble! " Say that finish repeatedly sigh. So I made an appointment with another friend and cooked me a dinner. Although he was puzzled, the elder brother didn't want to explain or ask questions.

I was drinking when the phone came. When I saw it, it was this man, and his tone was very dissatisfied: "Zhuang Ming! Don't let me know when you come back? " I had to apologize again and again and ask him to come quickly. This man, I don't know where he got the news. From then on, we got together and stopped keeping secrets from him. If you have money, you will never forget each other. After all, we are brothers.

The man came here in a hurry Laughing like that and drinking like that, I don't see any trouble with this man.

I don't know when we started drinking all night. We grow up and know some hardships in the world. No matter how beautiful the party is, it will end. We no longer demand eternity.

Out of the hotel, stumbling in the street in the middle of the night. Ambiguous lights are gorgeous and pedestrians are getting thinner. The man stopped in front of a shampoo shop. Brother Yang rubbed his hands and said to me, Ah! Trouble is coming! "

It's really troublesome. Several people tried their best to persuade him to get up. I had to stop a taxi, throw him in the car and forcibly escort him home.

This man, I don't know when he changed. At this time, he already has a daughter and has a good relationship with his wife. However, when drinking, you should wash your hair, massage and be a lady. This kind of thing has gradually increased, and there will be the trouble that Yang Xiong said.

Later, because of running around, because it is not easy to live, the contact with classmates is gradually scarce. However, none of us is missing. Every once in a while, a phone call conveys each other's information.

About 1998, I received a phone call from this man, without saying why, just asking me to go back. Came back dusty, but asked me to accompany him to class. You know it's a pyramid scheme as soon as you listen. At that time, I had been in the business world for several years. Such a thing can still be said. The swing machine made in Zhengzhou is called Kangfu, and a swing can cure all diseases. Such a good thing will naturally remind him of me.

Reluctantly accompanied him to finish the class, refused his persistent retention, and I left in a hurry. I heard him sigh behind me: "Zhuang Ming! You have to miss a chance to get rich. " But I know that I would rather not have such an opportunity. But I don't want to lose a friend yet.

However, in the end, he disappeared. This man who didn't keep his promise walked into the school gate again at the age of 30 to say goodbye to me. He disappeared in a planned way and escaped our sight.

However, why did he play such a disappearance? What reason does he have to leave? Sometimes I wonder, is it because of that rusty sword? I have seen that sword, and it was also at a party. The man carefully took out a dirty sword and mysteriously said to me, "Zhuang Ming! This is a treasure for Du. It is of great value. Now that you have money, I can sell it to you. " I just laughed. It is rumored that he sells some antiques while opening a bookstore, and now it is on me.

I don't believe he has real discernment. Even if he knows, I don't need that sword. Seeing that I didn't answer, he was a little anxious and said, "I can't trust my brother." Don't regret it when others buy you. " I smiled and asked him, "When have I ever regretted it?" His face flushed slightly, perhaps remembering the old things about the swing machine, so he kept silent about the sword.

In fact, that sword is just an episode in our story. There are too many similar things, so I won't list them here. I don't care about the so-called "sword", I only care about such a person, a friend who grew up together. However, this friend, this person, played with us and disappeared.

There should be no reason why he must leave. He sells those so-called antiques, which reminds me of a little game in the Jianghu at most. I haven't heard of any authority bothering him. He is not qualified to do it.

As for him, after he disappeared, due to accidental reasons, everyone mentioned the topic of money and learned that he still owed a lot of debts to his classmates. Roughly speaking, it was only 200,000 yuan, but no one forced to pay back the money. Until today, no one went to court to sue. Therefore, this should not be the reason for his disappearance.

We know he is not dead, but why did he leave? Today, six years later, on that sultry afternoon, this problem still gives me a headache.

This man is playing a game with us, a game about missing. I know very well that he is not dead.

If anyone has seen such a man, he is only five feet long, his head is always up, and he looks like Pan Changjiang. If this person is not a sketch actor, it may be him.

But I know that this man will never come back. Even if one day, such a person comes back, he will never be the same again.