Yunnan is a place where ancient cities come from.

Since Lijiang became popular and Dali has become popular, the area is close to the radius, and the places that can be carried out to be developed into ancient cities have all been made up one by one. Because of their own characteristics, they have even made a name for themselves. The old saying is "stand firmly on the top of the mountain", and the newer saying is "grasping the tourism market" and "stabilizing the passenger flow".

The passenger flow has boosted two basic businesses, one is a restaurant and the other is an inn.

Mao Ge Inn is the best among the many inns in an ancient city.

***

In short, Brother Mao has been running an inn in the ancient city for five or six years.

Earlier, he opened a youth hostel in Gannan. Later, he thought that the winter was too cold and the peak season was not long. After saving enough energy, he could not get much money after a year. In a fit of anger, he rolled the bed and drove the camp to the ancient city.

It is also the ancient city that is prosperous and the inn is in full swing, and it will be profitable for three years, and then it will be on the rise curve, and it will be red all the way...

It is still lively and the trend is optimistic.

The inn is divided into front and back, and the rear is in. The first half is converted into a bar. If the bar is only for people to drink, it will be the same as everyone. No, it will be the same as everyone. So Brother Mao racked his brains to make the bar unique - he would put forward a theme every now and then, such as telling ghost stories, playing murder games, etc., invite guests to participate in the store, and have a hip-hop show, and the guests and hosts are having fun.

The theme of this night is, my amazing friend.

Everyone was very enthusiastic, and I came on the stage after just one word, but someone changed his concept in the second half, and "magic" became "the best", and the venue became a tutoring conference.

Someone revealed that his friend likes to tear his feet's skin, but he doesn't tear it off all of them, so he insists that the skin sticks to the soles of his feet. The skin is torn too much, and at first glance, it looks like a lotus on the petals of the feet...

This metaphor, Lotus wanted to turn into a Japanese melon after hearing this.

Some people complained that friends like to collect sweat from their bodies, rubbed them into gray strips, and they cherished them in glass bottles, and filled them with a pocket version of themselves...

Brother Mao first actively participated, but later he was left with only the old eyes to listen. He felt chills while listening, thinking that he was really old. It turned out that young people's tastes are so heavy now.

Finally, the scene ended until eleven o'clock, and Brother Mao arranged to clean up the table, while the group of people next to him who contributed countless nausea stories were still unsatisfied. They gathered together in groups of three or two, and were still whispering.

Brother Mao was dragging the edge of the table. A girl with a round face of seventeen or eighteen years old came up and asked him: "Boss, is there really this person you are talking about when you are called charlatan?"

Brother Mao said: "Yes."

He has made many strange friends over the years, but he always feels that when he talks about the most "magical", he will not be a second person except for the charlatan: This person is so incredible. When he was in his twenties, he claimed to travel everywhere, search for mysterious stories, and be the number one person in the supernatural world. He even kept walking. Whenever he heard strange stories and legends, he would take a pen and write them carefully in his notebook. After twenty or thirty years, he had accumulated a few sacks.

At first, the charlatan was really not serious. He dragged a sack to travel through mountains and rivers. It was not until a few years ago that he had recorded these pens one by one under the persuasion of his friends.

The little girl was shocked: "What about now, is he still traveling everywhere?"

Brother Mao said: "No, I'm resting, saying that I want to organize the data and study topics."

The charlatan had no place to live in a fixed place, but later he entrusted his friends with his blessings. He got an old-style mansion in a place called "Youwu Town" in Yunnan, but he did not live alone. In addition to him, he also lived in the house with a strange and yin-yang face.

The little girl was a little regretful: "Why didn't you go out?"

Brother Mao replied casually: "You're old."

Interests are not constant. Besides, the so-called "flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year". They are several "years" and of course people will be very different from earlier.

The little girl disagreed: "That's wrong. He hasn't been old in the past two years. Didn't he be old more than ten years ago?"

A teenage girl is so young that she can pinch out water. She looks like she is old in her thirty years old, and she is about to fall into the soil in her forty years. Apart from her fifty years old, she is all from another world. According to her logic, the charlatan is indeed old since she was beaten more than ten years ago.

***

The speaker has no intention, and the listener has his heart.

After the cleaning, it was almost midnight. Brother Mao leaned against the bar and poured a cup of Erguotou for himself in the empty room. He took a sip and then thought about it carefully with the spicy energy.

The charlatan has indeed not gone out some days.

It's a bit abnormal.

In the past, the charlatan was the one who wanted to visit the source when he smelled a little wind, but I don’t know when it started. Maybe after he came back from Hangu Pass last time, he suddenly became picky - he told him that there was something strange about something. He always interrupted impatiently after hearing a few words, saying something that “this is not something I am interested in”, as if he was ready to go, waiting for something tailor-made for him.

Even last year, someone from the northwest asked him for help, saying that he found something was wrong outside Yumen Pass. He was afraid that there was another world, so he didn't move his nest. He had already felt like he had found a treasure and rushed over.

What's wrong? This is what the charlatan used to be, I didn't pick on it.

Then again, this is boring and that is boring, so what exactly is the thing he is "interested" in?

***

Some things cannot be thought about, like drinking, the more you think about them, the more you get more and more serious.

Brother Mao couldn't help but call the charlatan.

No one answered.

This is not surprising. The charlatan often doesn't answer the phone. If you complain about this, he will probably be polite: "What's wrong, my time is precious, I have to use it on the blade. How can I have that leisure time to guard my phone every day?"

But Brother Yu Mao, the phone call was not settled, as if he had hit cotton hard and grabbed the air hard. It was very difficult. After thinking for a while, hesitated for two seconds, he dialed another number.

There was a landline phone in the mansion, and someone must answer it - because of the Yin-Yang face, since he moved into the mansion, he would not leave the door and not step out, and the world was narrower than the ones of the boudoir lady in the old era.

Sure enough, not long after, someone on the other end raised the phone and his voice was hoarse.

"Hello?"

Brother Mao was a little panicked. He had never seen it with his own eyes, but he had heard from the charlatan that he said it was "like splitting the faces of two completely different people half and then sticking them together." "The left side is the face of a normal man, and the right side is a stiff description of clay-shaped body, with a slight eyebrows and a domineering look. He also had an extremely sharp feminine spirit when he looked closely." "Little Maomao, you will have nightmares when you see it."

What comes from the earpiece now is the legendary sound of the Yin-Yang face.

The sound is normal.

Brother Mao swallowed: "Mr. Shi?"

"Um."

"Are the charlatan... here?"

"Not here."

Not here...

“Have you gone for a walk?”

The foggy town is surrounded by the mountains, and there is a lot of mystery in the mountains. At night, the charlatan likes to take a walk on a silver-eyed bat - just like an ordinary person walking his dog after a meal - the mountain road is rugged, and if you are not careful, you will walk it a little.

"No, go out."

Go out?

Brother Mao didn't immediately report the meaning of "going out", probably because the charlatan really had a long rest.

So this unexpected "outing" suddenly became a bit exciting to reappear.

After the smell came back, Brother Mao's blood boiled with a "sizzling" and his voice was also excited: "Why has he gone out?"

The voice of Yin and Yang Face is as rigid as a stone: "He wants to go out."

This can't be dissuaded by Brother Mao: "I haven't moved in for a few years. I suddenly left and didn't even say hello. There must be a reason. Was he stimulated? Did something special happen to him before he left?"

The other end of the Yin-Yang face paused for a few seconds, as if trying to recall it.

When he spoke again, his voice was still calm: "The broadband at home has expired, so he went to the county business hall to renew the fee."

Brother Mao pricked up his ears and listened—

"When paying the fee, I heard the person next to me call, and the man said something, and he happened to hear it."

Very good, the story begins. Brother Mao frees up his hand and pours himself a glass of wine, preparing to give him a speech, listening and sip.

But that's all I can say about Yin and Yang Face.

Brother Mao is the most shameful person to speak half of his words, and it’s not a fee to read, so why bother with it?

He asked, "What?"

Yin Yang Face said, "It's gone. After hearing that sentence, he decided to follow the man and hurriedly called me and explained a few words, but he didn't even come back to pack up his luggage."

Brother Mao was stunned for a while: "In other words, he left directly from the county business hall?"

"Um."

"I left in a hurry and didn't even come back to clean up?"

Yin and Yang Face didn't say anything. He felt that he had made it clear. Brother Mao insisted on changing his statement into a rhetorical question and repeated it, which was purely unnecessary.

"Then...what did the person who called the phone said?"

Yin Yang Face said: "I don't know."

Brother Mao was angry: "You didn't ask?"

Yin Yang Face replied: "I don't care."

He waited for a while, and guessed that Brother Mao had nothing to do and had nothing to say, so he raised his hand and hung up the phone.

This machine is hung on the wall, with a wooden window beside the wall. The window paper is broken and torn, and it has not been time to make a new one. Through a square half-corrosive wood headline, you can see that the back mountain is foggy again. The white fog slowly gathers around, like countless old ghosts, who are slowly going to a gathering.

He really didn't care. There was nothing worth his concern in this world.

***

That night, it was like he was desperate to find a job. Brother Mao went into the house to wash up, but when he lay on the bed, he was calm and convinced himself that it would rain and let his mother get married.

After all, it is not the first time for a charlatan to go out. If you come back in three or five months, you will hear something rare. Instead, you are a man, now you have a family, a family, a property and a career. You are no longer the Russian who used to be the one who could leave behind you thousands of miles away just to contribute.

Mrs. Mao was sleeping well beside her, her breath was light and light, and her breath was rising and falling. Brother Mao gradually felt sleepy in the relaxed and moderate sound of breathing, sighing that the family was tired, it was a tiring and a sweet burden.

Then I had a dream.

I dreamed of a charlatan carrying a sack and walking in the fog not far ahead. Brother Mao rushed to chase after him. Seeing that the distance was not very far, he could not catch up. He had to get angry and call him: "Stick! Stick!"

The charlatan finally turned around, with a head of terrible curly hair, black-framed glasses, and one side of the glasses was broken, wrapped in white thread, wrapping them around and wrapping them around.

Brother Mao asked him: "When you paid the Internet fee in the county business hall, what did the people next to you say?"

The charlatan did not answer, but only looked at him firmly, and called him: "Roman."

Brother Mao felt a stern, and he was joking, and immediately corrected his attitude - the charlatan usually called him "Little Maomao", and rarely used "Old Russian". The title must be followed by solemn statements.

really.

The charlatan said: "Actually, I'm looking for a box."

Brother Mao was confused: "What box?"
Chapter completed!