Guan Gen and I met at a cross-strait tea party in Xiamen. I had completely forgotten the content of the tea party. I only remember it was a forum about jade, and the content was very boring. I was not a very devout jade player. I just wanted to collect this kind of thing, so I slipped out during the tea break. At that time, there were many people who sneaked out with me, one of them was him.

We were chatting in the lounge outside and found out that each other was a writer, but I have changed my career to be a publisher, and he is still suffering.

The conversation was very close to each other, probably because we had too many similar things: the same and not sunny childhood; the same helpless experiences... The so-called "two people with the same happiness are not as good as two people with the same suffering" and we quickly began to have a heart-to-heart relationship.

Of course, I can't deny it. Another reason is that Guan Gen is very friendly. It is difficult for people to feel good about the calmness and calmness in every move. Unfortunately, I am no longer a little girl. Although this charm makes me comfortable, it cannot make me like him further.

After that separation, we became good friends. Later, he went to Taiwan and almost every two months he would send me fishing firewood from Taiwan, and he was happy. He also asked me to send him mung bean cakes from Hangzhou at the same frequency. We tried to change different brands every time and then exchange our experiences.

This relationship has been maintained for a year, which particularly touched me. In today's society, few people can do something so persistently and last for so long. I thought our communication could last forever, but at the end of that year, his package stopped for the first time.

This surprised me a little. I even suspected that the contact number or name was written incorrectly, which caused the courier of EMS to be unable to deliver the package. So I didn't know how many post offices I went to that month, but I was all disappointed. I wanted to ask him what happened, but I found that I couldn't find him either on the Internet or on the phone.

I originally thought he was avoiding the hustle and bustle of urban life and work pressure. This trick was a common trick for modern white-collar workers, but for two consecutive months, there was still no news. After a while, I heard from a Taiwanese friend that he had quit all his jobs in Taiwan in April of that year. Someone saw him leave home and never come back. At that time, he paid the rent for several months in advance. When his friend entered his house, his computer had been turned on for seven or eight months. However, there was no information or software inside. The police verified that there was almost no difference between the computer and when he bought it. Not only the computer, but all the items inside had been almost never used.

In other words, others think he lives here and lives here, but in fact he has never lived here at all.

So, why did he spend so much money to rent a house that he didn't live in at all? Where did he live during his time in Taiwan?

No one knows.

Now, there is no clue where he has gone, and he just disappeared.

I didn't know what happened to him, and I was worried and felt helpless. With my relationship with him, I didn't seem to have more things to do, so I could only pay attention to the news while praying for him silently. Later, I also inquired about his news in the circle and learned that Guangen was just his pseudonym, and no one knew his real name.

I was really surprised that a seemingly simple person had not left any clues after he disappeared.

However, I soon forgot about this incident. Because no matter how bizarre, this person has little to do with my life itself.

I thought the matter might have ended like this, but I didn't expect that half a year later, I suddenly received a large package from him. The package was sent a few days ago, with six large boxes of fishing fire and a thick stack of notes.

I was ecstatic and called him immediately, but found that the phone number had been cancelled.

I was very surprised and picked up the manuscript paper. At this time, fine grains of sand fell from the gap in the paper.

This is the first time I have seen "Sand Sea".

The notes recorded a story about the desert. It was difficult to define what category it belonged to. I was next to the package and finished reading it while eating fishing fire. After reading it, I had already determined that it would be an outstanding travel story because when I walked out of the novel, I felt extremely thirsty, and even my nostrils still had the smell of the desert.

I really want to ask him if this note about the desert was really recorded in the desert. Did he really go to the mysterious desert forbidden area he wrote? But he was destined not to get the answer.

So, where did these grains of sand come from? Could it be that they dripping from the world where yellow sand is raging in his notes? I can only think so.
Chapter completed!