Epigenetic

Zhu Weixing walked downstairs, and heard the news that several TVs in the corridor were broadcasting the successful explosion of Hongguang Town a few days ago.Dozens of buildings raised smoke and dust amid deafening bangs, and the former land king of U City, the most notorious ghost building, together with the evil intentions hidden in the tower clock, were reduced to ashes before Zhu Weixing's eyes.

However, Miao Lan's words have appeared in Zhu Weixing's ears from time to time in the past few days, over and over again, just like the strange fate of the Lou family. He thought he knew everything, but found that behind the seemingly connected story lines, there seemed to be more There are other missing truths.

The phone was held in Zhu Weixing's hands all night, and finally at dawn, he turned on the phone, opened WeChat and sent the first message in half a month to the very familiar profile picture.

[Star]: When I come back, let's chat.

Then Zhu Weixing carefully entrusted Zhu Weichen to Aunt Jiao and the others, picked up her luggage, and left home.

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This place in O province, Yu Zhuweixing is really complicated. When I came back, I was in a different mood, and when I left, I was in a different mood. In the end, I came back after a month, and I was in a different mood.

Xuan Lang, who was traveling with him, should have realized that Zhu Weixing was abnormal recently, and he didn't mention a word of irrelevant people during the whole process, and only talked with him about the report concert of the Golden Rhythm Awards.

This is also a standard configuration in many large-scale competitions. After the competition, the winners will play the competition repertoire again as a reward for the audience.Zhu Weixing originally planned to bring his brother along, but he was worried that there would be no scruples in the gap, so he could only keep him at home.

The treatment of the champion, compared to the unknown little character last time, the organizer specially arranged for him a separate piano room, a separate rehearsal field, and he lived in the same hotel and the same room. Insomnia.He simply used these nights to practice the piano, and during the day he had to participate in various interviews. While the program was fully prepared, Zhu Weixing lost a lot of weight.

Regarding this, Xuan Lang could only watch, but not speak.

Fortunately, I finally made it to the day of the performance.Before taking the stage, Zhu Weixing, dressed appropriately, stood by the window of the lounge, looking at the night view of City E.He suddenly asked, "What song is that?"

Xuan Lang handed him a cup of hot water. He didn't know why, so he listened carefully and said: "The opening song of the concert is a kind of local folk music, it seems to be called Shifanqu."

Zhu Weixing paused for a few seconds and said, "I have heard of it."

Xuan Lang: "During rehearsal?"

Zhu Weixing shook his head: "A long time ago..."

Xuan Lang didn't know how long he had been, so he didn't ask rashly, and fell silent.

Zhu Weixing said again, with affirmation: "I have been here before."

At this time, a staff member came in to confirm with Zhu Weixing again the process of his coming on stage, Zhu Weixing said: "I want to ask you about a place..."

Beethoven Yu Zhu Weixing is still an existence that cannot be met. He was never sure that he would play better this time than last time. Therefore, except for the two award-winning pieces of "Wild Ghost Fire" and "Menxie II", "Sorrowful" was retained. was replaced by Bach.

Fortunately, the performance was very successful. At the end of the performance, Zhu Weixing won endless applause, and even played a short piece of Chopin back on stage, which stole a lot of the limelight from Bao Fan before he was allowed to step down from the stage.

As soon as she removed her makeup and changed her clothes, Zhu Weixing didn't bother to socialize with other contestants, and said goodbye to Xuan Lang directly.

Xuan Lang was taken aback when he heard his plan, and rarely raised objections: "It's the first time you go out alone in a place you don't know well? How can it work?"

Zhu Weixing smiled: "It's not the first time, brother, have you forgotten? I have traveled far away from home alone."

Xuan Lang was startled, as if he vaguely remembered something.

The route given by the staff member is very biased, but it is the only bus line to go there.

Although Xuan Lang was very worried, he couldn't resist Zhu Weixing's persistence, and after a few instructions, he supervised and sent him to the car.

The eight-hour long journey, for the already exhausted Zhu Weixing, almost exhausted his remaining physical strength, but when he, who was supposed to be physically and mentally exhausted, arrived at the destination at dawn after a bumpy night, But suddenly cheered up again.

He stared blankly at the magnificent coach station, and it took a long time before he thought of asking where he was going.

The east is getting darker, the morning light is twilight, the bus station is already full of people, the big shopping mall is not open, but a row of hardworking hawkers have set up their battles, relying on the urban management to stay out of work, the pots and stoves are fireworks, wooden stools and umbrellas are propped up. The fragrance is warm and fragrant.

Xu Shi saw him dragging his luggage down from the car, and the welcome group holding the hotel sign rushed to do his business, but Zhu Weixing refused and did not give up, and followed him behind him to recommend himself, causing Zhu Weixing to make a fuss I can only escape to the stall in the corner to dodge.

After sitting down, he ordered a bowl of wonton noodles for breakfast. He hadn’t had a drop of water since last night, and he didn’t have much appetite after more than ten hours. But the wontons were plump and round, and the noodles were firm and refreshing. , I was actually aroused some appetite, and used most of the bowl.

Looking up, I found that the female stall owner brought two children, one was five or six years old, and she was able to help spread green onions and peel vegetables, and the other was a baby, wrapped in a cloth and tied behind her, without making any noise. It doesn't affect his mother's neat movements.

Zhu Weixing paid the money, picked up her luggage and was about to leave, but was stopped by the stall owner.

"Hey, Liangzi, one bowl of noodles, why are you paying for two bowls?" Her Mandarin has a strong local accent, but Zhu Weixing can half understand it.

He paused and said, "It's wrong, don't look for it."

The female stall owner stared at him suspiciously for a while, but since Zhu Weixing sat down, she had been looking at him quietly, and now she was whispering to the little girl next to her, her face full of hesitation.

Zhu Weixing thought that she saw that she was a foreigner and wanted to introduce the hotel business to herself, but the other party actually asked, "Do you know how to play the piano?"

I wish MSI an accident.

The female stall owner quickly explained: "We watched the game, it was very popular in the province, and it was shown on TV. My daughter likes it, and she will learn from it in the future. You are so pretty, so easy to recognize."

Zhu Weixing looked at the little girl next to the stall owner, in exchange for her to hide behind her mother's legs and peek shyly.

Zhu Weixing, who was on the verge of denying, hesitated for a while, and said, "That's good."

The little girl laughed, and her mother laughed too, as if she wanted to let people stay for a while, and she insisted on chatting with Zhu Weixing while playing plastic.

"Outsiders, be careful. There are many scammers traveling. It wasn't so chaotic before. Now it is developing well, buildings are built, there are many shops, and there are many bad guys."

Knowing that Zhu Weixing came alone, the female stall owner was so enthusiastic that she called a dark boy from the next stall loudly, patted him on the shoulder and said, "My son, let him take you to the best hotel here." .”

Zhu Weixing also knew that it would be difficult to rely on himself, and wanted to find a guide, so he simply offered to hire him for two days.

The female stall owner didn't want money, but Zhu Weixing persuaded her, and the price she gave was also fair, so she agreed with convenience, and let Dazai lead the way.

Da Zai is two or three years younger than Zhu Weixing, and he doesn't study anymore, but his Mandarin is better than his mother's standard, like a little adult.

Zhu Weixing asked him: "Has your place changed a lot?"

Da Zai didn't know why, but his expression was a bit embarrassed, as if he didn't dare to look at Zhu Weixing, and said with a straight head: "It's very big, those buildings didn't exist before, they were only built in these years, hotels are also there, and there are big shopping malls, okay pretty."

Although Da Zai described the local construction as having a sky and a ground, but this county town still has the common problems of border counties and cities.

The closer the two sides are, the more the sense of separation between upper and lower life appears, which is inexplicably familiar.

Zhu Weixing was led into the lobby of the four-star hotel, where promotional posters of local attractions were hung everywhere, in the same style as promoted by the provincial government of O.

Zhu Weixing picked up a brochure with pictures of various temple fairs and asked Da Zai: "How do I get to Minghui Village? Can I see these when I go there?"

Da Zai even shook his head: "You can go there by boat, 10 minutes from February to [-], but you can't see it now. Those are annual programs. They will be held in March and April, and they will be held for a month in a row."

Zhu Weixing was taken aback for a moment: "Annual..."

Turning his head suddenly, his eyes froze in the distance again.

Zhu Weixing pointed to the opposite side of the hotel and asked the messy building: "Where... is it?"

Da Zai was inexplicable: "What? It's where I live."

MSI Zhu: "Who lives there?"

Da Zai was even more puzzled: "We, and most of the people."

Zhu Weixing hesitated for a while: "I want to go there and have a look, is that okay?"

Da Zai was surprised, pointing at the front desk of the hotel: "Aren't you going to log in?"

Zhu Weixing said: "We'll talk about it when we come back."

Da Zai scratched his head, not understanding what he was doing, but couldn't stand Zhu Weixing's eyes, and nodded with a blushing face.

It looks quite close, and after passing a few avenues, there is a series of intricate alleys.

Zhu Weixing turned left and right, and the road became narrower and narrower. Although it was only a short distance from the bus station hotel, there was a huge difference in an instant.

And when Da Zai brought him to the center of the area, Zhu Weixing stayed there for a while.

Behind a row of criss-crossed illegal shops are four or five old and mottled flat buildings, which are crowded and close to each other. The alleyway downstairs is like a gap cut with a knife, messy, dirty, narrow and cramped.

Zhu Weixing stared at the almost faded word "hotel" downstairs for a long time, and then walked up.

Da Zai did live nearby, and he kept greeting people all the way, and then turned around to find that he had lost his guests. He was so anxious that he found Zhu Weixing in front of the hotel on the third floor after going around in circles.

"Hey, why are you here?"

Hearing that Zhu Weixing said that he wanted to see the house, Da Zai was completely confused.

But he didn't want to disobey the guest's wishes. After leading Zhu Weixing into the room with the boss who also felt that he had seen a ghost, he saw the guest staring at the opposite window for a long time without saying a word.

"Do you think it's too close to that side? Our building is like this. Otherwise, it's called a handshake building. It won't lose things. It has security guards, and the people living opposite you are very serious. Don't worry." The boss hurriedly said.

Zhu Weixing didn't seem to hear it, and he froze for a while before responding.

He said very lightly: "I know..."