Daomu Biji Chapter 36: The relationship between the chest and brain
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During the hospital stay, my father made several phone calls to inquire about the situation. I told him that his leg injury had healed long ago and he was no longer in Hangzhou.
The little nurse who is familiar with me is busy inside and outside. Even though I didn’t bring in my **** when I came here, after half a year, I actually saved a small fortune. The little nurse She is also an extremely attentive person. On the day she was discharged from the hospital, even though I told her that she didn’t want any of these things, she still took the trouble to pick them up one by one in her suitcase.
In desperation, I took out the sketch I drew and continued my daze.
The memory of recognition is limited. When you try to recall at this time, you may exceed this limit. The consequence is that you can no longer distinguish which is memory and which is fantasy.
Light a cigarette and put the sketch aside. I have been studying Tibetan culture and Tibetan language recently. I want to speak from my heart. It is complicated and difficult. I am the kind of person who has relatively weak willpower in liberal arts. If I hadn't chased a girl with Lao Itchi when I was in school, I might not even be able to memorize the moonlight over the lotus pond.
"What's wrong with you these days? Why are you staring at the two candlesticks every day?". The little nurse's voice came from behind.
"Sister, do you know what the consequences of having **** and no brains are? Countless despicable men have taken advantage of this. Learn more knowledge before you lament life. This is a Chinese watch, the one in front of Tiananmen Square. stuff". I made fun of this girl with a half-smile.
"Shit, I don't know Huabiao yet. I can only say that your puppy's paws are not very good. Look at what you drew yourself, and you said that I curse you to come back here within three days and continue to accept this." The fate of further study under the command of this girl." She pouted her lips and pushed back without showing any signs of weakness.
Although I knew it was a joke, I listened to all her words without finishing a word. I looked at her and then at the sketch. Damn it, the Chinese watch and the sun, this is indeed a candle stand. A candle, a flame, a light.
I hurriedly turned on the computer again and searched for the graphic symbol of the wax stand in Tibetan culture. This time it took me some time. In Tibetan culture, the wax stand is just a tool without much explanation. But an accidental search attracted me deeply.
On the Tibetan Plateau, there is an ancient belief that comes from India and is called Hpho (Tibetan) by Tibetans. In this belief, the wax stand itself represents solid achievements and great achievements, and the light of the candle represents the vastness. The gospel, and the candle itself, represents "rebirth."
I immediately took out the Tibetan dictionary and found the meaning of Hpho. It said "composed or combined with the synthesis or accumulation of mind and temporary karma". After reading it, I threw the dictionary away without hesitation. Out of the window, since it is a dictionary, you have to translate some content that humans can understand.
I then searched for Tibetan content about Hpho on the Internet. There was not much content written in Chinese characters. Generally speaking, I could understand that it was indeed an ancient belief that emphasized "knowing God" and "accumulating consciousness." In this belief Among them, Hpho represents the "stream of life". The belief originated from ancient India. It is the same sect as the Buddhism advocated by the Han people. It is a branch of Indian Buddhism and is mainly spread in Tibet and Nepal.
I turned my head and stared at the little nurse, wondering if all the geniuses in the world evolved from people as wise as she was.
Grandma, it turns out that those of us who specialize in "underground archeology" always think about some content or graphics in a broad direction, but just ignore the simplest and most unpretentious symbol of this graphic. Therefore, we cannot succeed. Da Vinci cannot create a Chinese Van Gogh.
Picked up the heavy luggage and said goodbye to the doctors and nurses one by one. People have feelings. I like it here. Although I don’t want to stay here for one more day, I still like it because it is quiet and unconcerned. Sinister, to me here everything is kind except for the "red envelope".
When I walked out of the hospital, I found that besides the shop, I had no place to go. I once tried to call my second uncle, but when he heard it was my voice, he hung up before I could finish speaking. It stopped, and during this period he just said lightly, "Live well." It's like he wants to cut off his ties with me and cut off all ties.
The door of the shop was locked, and Wang Meng was nowhere to be found. The backpack I had six months ago was still quietly placed in the back room. Two mobile phones and chargers were placed on the table, and the chargers were not there. It wasn't mine. I first picked up the mobile phone I picked up at the Crescent Hotel. The password was still there, and there was a text message on it, but it couldn't be read because of the password, so it was meaningless.
Picking up my own phone again, I saw a few familiar names in the call history, including my second uncle and Qi Laohu. I looked at the date and saw that they were all from the time I was just hospitalized.
There were more than a dozen unfamiliar calls, some from Beijing and some from other cities. However, the call records did not include Guangxi, Northeast China, or even North Korea that I was looking forward to.
I received a lot of text messages, most of which were nothing serious. I flipped through them for a long time until one of them was opened.
When I saw this text message, I felt like I was shocked, and I immediately became energetic.
"There are clues in the astrolabe. Get what I entrusted to you quickly and come to the capital to find me."