I was lucky, when I returned to Harbin, I didn't buy a train ticket. My old man had no choice but to buy me a legendary bus ticket, which is the overlord of buses, a sleeper bus, also known as 'sleeper'.

  Speaking of "lying down guest", it's really too domineering, although it's quite expensive, but being able to lie all the way back to Harbin is indeed very soulful, upper and lower berths, like a cage, about 40 people lying down like corpses.

  Although I'm already in my twenties, Dad still treats me like a kid. When he sent me off at the station, he insisted on carrying my luggage for me and wouldn't let me take it no matter how hard I tried to grab it from him. He's almost fifty now and has gray hair. The phrase "the kindness of parents is boundless" - I used to hear it all the time when I was a kid watching TV or reading books, but I didn't understand what it meant back then. However, after drifting around on my own for these few years, I've come to understand how hard Dad has worked. He's been alone since Mom passed away all those years ago.

  I suddenly feel that I am still very immature, and I don't understand the truth of "the body is received from one's parents". I always think about death, but now I've come to my senses - I absolutely cannot die. I haven't even shown filial piety to my dad and grandma yet, how can I just leave this world at such a young age?

  Damn it, isn't it just a White Bone Demon? Think about it, what's long on it besides its tongue? If all else fails, two years later I'll prepare a brick for the four-wheeled cart board. If it comes, Old Yi and I will pick up the bricks and smash ten yuan worth of its skull first. I bet it won't dare to run, and who knows, we might even make a small fortune.

  I lay on the upper berth of the bus and started daydreaming. Although I don't know if this folk trick works, thinking about it doesn't hurt, especially when there's nothing else to do now, and doing so is just a psychological comfort for myself.

  No way, that's just life, no one consoles you, you can only console yourself, self-entertainment is also a relatively free and easy state of mind, of course, it's also a more pathetic state of mind.

  At this time, the old man lying on the lower bunk under me said to the ticket seller on the bus: "Sister, I'm so uncomfortable lying down like this. Can I take off my shoes?"

  The ticket seller saw that he was indeed in a difficult situation, so he nodded. In less than five minutes, I smelled a strong odor of rotten eggs, which made me feel sick. What's this smell? Just as I was searching for the source of pollution everywhere, I heard the ticket seller say anxiously: "You'd better put it on quickly."

  Damn it, why am I so unlucky. Taking a sleeper train and the person on the lower bunk has stinky feet. No choice, I hurriedly opened the window a bit to get some fresh air.

  Looking out the window, my mood improved a bit. I think I'm actually quite a person without ambition. The big city doesn't seem to suit me. Compared to those prosperous places, I prefer small towns. Not seeking wealth and glory, but just enough to eat and drink. But who would have thought that even this dream is so hard to achieve? I couldn't help but praise the so-called fate again, damn it.

  It's really not good anywhere, maybe it's because I've been staying at home for too long these days. I suddenly have a feeling that I don't want to go back to work, but I can't not go back either. After all, there are still an old rascal and a runaway female ghost waiting for me in Harbin.

  After calming down, I fell asleep again. As expected, it was another nightmare. I found that I have a fate with nightmares, and the bizarre nightmares made me experience everything. At first, they were not bad, either marrying a wife or becoming a boss. However, in the end, the wife I married was a zombie, and when I became a boss, I discovered that all my employees were ghosts.

  When I opened my eyes again, I found that we were almost arriving in Harbin. I yawned and mourned for my poor sleep, which had not been sound for many years.

  Since I was young, watching those movies about exorcists and demon hunters, I thought they were all so cool, able to kill people with a single move, and even Buddha couldn't stop them. I'm afraid others didn't know how capable they were, but now I understand, it's just a movie, the stories in movies are all bragging, just like online games, same nature.

  Life is also a movie, because life can be very dramatic sometimes.

  Life is not a movie, although life can also be exaggerated.

  Unconsciously, I thought of "San Qing Shu" again. To know that I am very familiar with this book, but it is still a long way from fully mastering it. I feel more and more that my old three styles are becoming less useful. Because the dirty things I encounter are getting more and more fierce, like they've been injected with chicken blood. It seems that next month, I will have to find Ninth Uncle to have a good chat with him, ask if he has any more powerful talismans. Otherwise, I am really too embarrassed.

  As I thought about it, the car arrived in Harbin. After getting off the bus, I stretched my waist and smelled the unique car exhaust of this city. Harbin is different from my hometown. The beautiful women with tall figures walking around me couldn't wait for the arrival of spring and had already worn stockings and short skirts early. My eyes floated over them, smiling but not speaking, thinking to myself: damn it, Harbin, I'm back again.

  Took a taxi back to where I live, Bao Jinlong and his wife had already returned early, after we went out for a drink at night, I called Wen Shu and asked him when he could go to work, he told me that he could tomorrow.

  The next day when I went to work, I found that this old man seemed to have gained a bit of weight after the New Year's holiday, although he still looked like a skeleton, but somehow his face looked puffy.

  The old man is still in a good mood, playing cards and looking happy. He asked me to help him buy breakfast and didn't even ask for the change.

  The business of Fukuzodo is dull, especially after the New Year's holiday. Those corrupt and wealthy individuals are mostly physically damaged from drinking too much, so few people visit this kind of place.

  One day nothing special happened, in the evening I gave Lao Yi a call and asked him to come out for a gathering, this old fellow happily agreed, after work I arrived at Yuan Da Shu's noodle shop first.

  Pushing open the door, Uncle Yuan and Auntie Yuan were still sitting at a table watching TV.

  Uncle Yuan still had that look on his face, as if he only had a smiling expression, making people feel that this old man was particularly kind and amiable. I smiled and entered the house, saying to them: "Uncle Yuan, Auntie Yuan, Happy New Year!"

  Uncle Yuan saw me coming and smiled: "Happy New Year, Little Cui, when did you get back?"

  I sat back in my old seat and smiled at him, saying: "Just got back yesterday, and look, I'm craving your noodles!"

  Uncle Yuan smiled and said to me, "You little guy's mouth is still so sweet, okay, don't worry? Don't worry, wait until you finish watching this show, Uncle will make noodles for you."

  I said to him, "No rush, no rush. My friend and I want to have a drink here today, but he hasn't arrived yet. What's the program? You guys are making it so interesting to watch."

  Uncle Yuan turned his head back and continued to watch TV while talking to me, "Huang Chao's tomb has been discovered, they're broadcasting the excavation site right now."

  It turned out to be a science popularization program live broadcast, I really didn't expect that Uncle Yuan was still interested in this kind of program. As I watched the so-called historians and staff on TV carefully brushing the newly excavated cultural relics with small brushes, their fully focused expressions reminded me of the expression of 'Little Prince' Wang in my dormitory when watching ****.

  Even if there is a storm raging around me, I will not be affected by it, my spirit remains focused. That's what being professional means.

  I don't know what's so great about this kind of show, to put it nicely, it's called historical relic excavation and protection, but to be blunt, isn't it just digging up people's ancestral graves?

  This is really a loss of virtue, but later I thought that this is also a helpless move. Even if the imperial court doesn't excavate, there will naturally be tomb raiders who do. Especially in recent years, with "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles" being so popular, those young and vigorous villagers all think they are some kind of treasure-hunting expert, spending their days not farming properly but instead searching for graves to dig up. Although the chances of them finding something are small, even a tiny chance can still bring disaster. If they really discover a large tomb, they will definitely loot it clean. And after selling off the artifacts, they'll smuggle them abroad, won't that be losing face for our own country?

  Compared with them, these experts are still quite efficient, and they have hidden the unearthed things in the museum for future generations to appreciate, which should also be considered a good deed.

  Whenever I mention accumulating good deeds, he starts complaining again. Damn it, did I kill a cow in my previous life or something? This life is so miserable.

  Here it mentions Huang Chao, who was an extraordinary figure. It is worth noting that Huang Chao was the leader of the peasant uprising at the end of the Tang Dynasty. Because he was both virtuous and fierce, he eventually replaced Wang Xianzhi to become the overall leader of this great uprising. The uprising led by him destroyed the Li Tang dynasty at that time, and it is said that in the end, he even became a short-term emperor, which can be regarded as a hero.

  One of the most famous ones is that extremely bold rebellious poem, as for what the poem is about, I won't say much here, I'm sure everyone knows, and there's also a famous movie named after this poem, which is "Curse of the Golden Flower".

  It's unbelievable that such a tyrannical person died thousands of years ago, and his tomb was still dug up. What does this represent? This represents that those who rebel will not have a good ending.

  It's indeed the case in reality, damn it, I shook my head and forgot about it, we're just ordinary people, no need to think about such profound questions.

  Soon, Lao Yi arrived. After entering the door, he said to me with a smile: "Happy New Year, Xiao Cui, how was your stay at home?"

  I saw him after a year and he was still the same old stupid self, so I said to him: "Still the same behavior, by the way, I heard something and will tell you later."

  Uncle Yuan saw that Lao Yi had arrived and the live broadcast was over, so he stood up and asked us what to eat. Since we just passed the New Year, we didn't lack big fish and meat at home, now our stomachs are all oily water, so we didn't order anything too greasy either. We simply ordered two dishes and also got a few small plates of snacks. Auntie Yuan already knew that we love drinking, without me saying it, she brought out four bottles of Harbin beer. I quickly stood up to take them, thanked her, then sat down with Lao Yi to drink.

  Lao Yi seemed to have noticed the abnormality of my little fingernail, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Ah, Xiao Fei, what's going on with this? Is this that grey nail thing from TV?"

  I spat and said to him: "Damn it, what kind of eyes are those? Are the nails on your family's toes that black?"

  So I told Lao Yi everything that Huang San Tai Nai had told me when I was at home for the New Year, and as I expected, he looked stupid while chewing on peanuts. It's not surprising, after all, this story is really too stimulating.

  Especially when I mentioned that all the immortals from the entire Northeast gathered at Tiecha Mountain in Liaoning to hold a meeting, and the scene where the three great immortals spoke on top of it, his mouth was almost closed.

  Lao Yi listened to me and then said with some disbelief, "This is simply too exciting! A gathering of immortals? How grand would that be?! Ah, you say, the guy who stole 'Bai Ren Yuan' (Hundred People's Grievance), is he the same person as the one who snatched 'Tai Sui Pi'?"

  At this time, Uncle Yuan happened to be walking over with a plate of dishes. He seemed to pause for a moment, then put the plate of eggplant on the table and asked us: "Xiao Yi, what skin were you talking about just now?"

  (Starting from Volume 3, various solicitations for votes are underway.)