Zhuang Zhou opened his eyes and felt something was wrong.

This bedroom faces north and south, with the bed facing east and facing the west wall. The other side of the west wall is empty because the room just happens to be on the side.

He pulled his shoes and ran to the west wall. After looking at it for a long time, he touched it again and said strangely: "Why do you feel like this wall is moving? Am I dreaming?"

I can't tell what's wrong, but it's just something is wrong anyway. I haven't figured it out for a long time to study it, so I'll just keep it in my heart and wash and go downstairs.

There is a breakfast shop for "Hangzhou Xiaolongbao" downstairs. I don't know if there is this thing in Hangzhou. Anyway, the streets are all over the north, and the taste is still OK.

In the blink of an eye, two trays of buns went down.

Zhuang Zhou drove his own small broken car and rushed to Shencheng, 80 kilometers away. The county is called Lingshui, which is a county under the jurisdiction of Shencheng.

The car enters the city and goes to Yongquan Road.

There is a flower and bird market over there, which is very popular. First, there are two rows of flower markets, including fish, insects, and strange stones. He walked straight in and ended up with a building behind the flower market.

Qiqi Building!

It is known as the Panjiayuan in the northeast. The first floor is stamp, coins, jade, cucumbers on the first floor, the second floor is an old folk item, and the third floor is a street stall. Today is a market, and the stalls will be closed at noon.

As the saying goes: The sign of a middle-aged man losing his desire is to start fiddling with something that is useless but very expensive, such as fishing, photography, and beads.

Zhuang Zhou is not middle-aged, but he is slowly losing his desire.

Since he came back to inherit the family business, he has found many hobbies for himself, but none of them could last for three months. Recently, he has become addicted to a new thing, and he is here to shop today.

When you enter, you are crowded with people and noisy. The street stalls are arranged neatly, leaving an aisle in the middle.

The blue and white porcelain of the same style as the Forbidden City is thrown at random, and Hatsune figures are sitting on "Selected Works of Mao Dun", Shanghai brand watches, enamel jars from the Great Revolution, second-hand musical instruments, toys, bronze coins, KFC cameras, etc.

Zhuang Zhou walked around and stopped in front of a stall.

The boss sat in a small stool, while playing with beads and brushing Douyin, and was hiding in the market. When he saw someone coming, he handed over a stool.

He put his butt under his butt, grabbed the box and started picking it up, all of which were old tapes and old CDs.

"Leslie Cheung Farewell to Music Concert", "Su Yongkang - It's so hard to love someone", "New Forces in the Mainland Music World", "Men's Heart Out of Print", "Holland's Tagao Skewers 1", "New Fengxia Pingju Opera"...

The cover is well preserved, there is a list of lyrics inside, and even the stickers on the tape are very complete, looking very old, full of the atmosphere of that era.

Zhuang Zhou has made some lessons. The tape has a service life. A tape from the 1980s and 1990s can still be stored. It is not impossible, but it must be carefully preserved.

He didn't think the stall owner had this kind of heart, so he should have recorded it himself with blanks.

"Can this be released?"

The boss glanced at him and said nothing. Zhuang Zhou asked again: "How much does it cost?"

"30 cents (30 yuan)!"

"5 yuan two."

"At least 1 cent!"

"Then forget it."

He turned around and left. It turned out that he recorded it himself. Both of them felt that it was a loss for 10 yuan.

After circling again, I felt that it was not very good, so I came out of the flower and bird market.

Looking at the time, he drove to a fast food restaurant where there was a half-bald man in his thirties. The two of them had a pair of eyes. The man stretched out his hand: "Hello, hello, Lao Zhuang, right?"

"Yes, you came quite early when you talk to you."

"Yeah, go to work nearby."

The unnutritional one said a few words, and the man held a machine with silver and many control buttons, which looked a bit like an amplifier. But it was not connected to the audio, but the tape.

This thing is called "cassette tape recorder", referred to as the card holder for short.

Simply put, it is similar to a recorder. It can play tapes and cassettes, but the quality is professional. In the 1980s and 1990s, a large number of decks were released abroad, especially RB, and now they are all collections.

"Yamaha K6, original voltage 100, original magnetic head, the magnetic head is very new and has no wear, the belt has been replaced, and the recording and playback function is normal..."

The man treated the explanation as a treasure, but unfortunately Zhuang Zhou didn't understand at all. He just saw it online, but it was still in the same city, so he bought it.

"2,000, right?"

"Uh, right!"

"Have you tapered?"

The man took out a bag of tape and could tell at a glance that it was really carefully preserved, saying, "It's all original tapes, all-round, one plate of 20."

"20? I heard that there are those that sell for tens of thousands?"

"Those are scarce stocks or complete sets of albums brought by genuine Hong Kong and Taiwan. I have a tape of BEYOND signed white films, which cost 11,000 at the beginning."

Well, it's a story-provoking blue silver!

Zhuang Zhou nodded and pulled the tapes on the table.

"Xiong Tianping, Muji, Su Huilun, Jiang Meiqi, Xu Meijing... What a good guy, if I weren't passionate about old culture, I wouldn't know who these people were."

"Yes, even Stefanie Sun has become an unpopular singer now." The man sighed.

"Wow, Honda's breasts "Beautiful Mood"? Those who know how to sing this have a common language. Did you listen to "The Wind Blow"?"

"What the hell is it? Music tailor, HE...legs!"

Men despise.

"Haha, we have a common language!"

Zhuang Zhou opened his arms and hugged the tapes in his arms: "I want them all!"

puff!

The man thought that this person could be handed over a second ago, but the next second he became a big dog. He brought 30 boxes of tapes, which was 600, and the deck was 2600.

It is nothing to many people, but it may be life-saving money for many people.

He repeatedly told some carriage and tape maintenance methods, and popularized basic common sense. For example, what is the four types of tape, what is the metal tape, how to rip it by yourself, etc.

After eating together in County S, the man insisted on treating him, but Zhuang Zhou did not refuse.

…………

That night, it started raining again.

Sweet potatoes are in the pot.

There was no special reason. I found that I had a good time eating coarse grains on my phone, so I bought a few sweet potatoes on a whim. Apart from this meal, the rest would probably be added to the sprouts.

This is Zhuang Zhou's daily life. A 26-year-old guy has retired early.

If it weren't for the protagonist, he would have been beaten to death!

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

The raindrops were crackling against the window. He looked out and felt that the summer rain was very cold.

I bought a new toy and couldn't wait to fiddle with it. The audio of the deck is a standard Line output and must be amplified by the power amplifier before the speaker can be driven.

He happened to have Huiwei's speaker, which was something he bought last time he was addicted to.

The sweet potato was ripe, so he picked up one, cut a few tomatoes and placed it on the plate, poured half a cup of red wine, which was a unique sense of ritual. After that, he stuffed the tape into the deck, and before he could press it.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

The thunder sounded like last night. The house, walls, and floor began to shake, and the indescribable mysterious force ran around the room again.

This time he didn't sleep and looked at the western wall of the bedroom in amazement.

The wall was trembling, collapsed, and shattered, but no bit of masonry and stone powder fell down, as if it was being sucked away by a powerful suction force. The walls on both sides were also slowly extending to the other side, extending...

After about a few seconds, the entire wall disappeared.

Zhuang Zhou felt heartbroken!

Where is my wall? I am such a big snow-white and quite thick wall!!!

Of course, it is not the time to consider this. The walls disappeared, and there was no black hole behind them or open space in the community. Another bedroom appeared.

In other words, the two bedrooms are inexplicably connected together, with ceilings of different styles and floors that are forcibly spliced ​​together, with distinct colors, and the walls on both sides are raised, as if forming a door frame.

And in the room opposite, a girl stood, equally stunned.
Chapter completed!