It's the Ghost City Palm.

One.

In February 1998, Chen cycling to Fukuo Road, where he had snuck out. Because his wife insisted he wouldn't go to the ink-blacking ghost market: "The 50-year-olds, they go out to collect some garbage, and what if you fall off your heart? What if you hit the bad guy?"

"Don't touch me." Chen pointed at the baby in his drawer, and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Do you know how much money is worth?"

"I don't want to know. I'll throw it all out for you anyway." The wife talks about the luggage and she's going on a long-sand trip with the sisters. As far as Chen is concerned, it is a unique opportunity for his wife to go out, “No one's keeping me in prison, I can go to the ghost market ‘white’”. However, the wife had already guessed his mind and had secretly contacted the retired old man next door, specifically instructing: “You are usually tired early and awake, you must keep an eye on Chen and report to me if you find him sneaking out in the middle of the night.”

The old man picked up the fried peanuts she had sent and assured her that Chen would be watched to death. These words happen to have been heard by Chen. Home is located on the first floor, bicycles are parked in the triangle below the stairs, opening locks in the middle of the night makes noises, and it is easy to wake up the old man next door. Chen therefore locked his bicycle in advance to a public garage 200 metres away from his home. If the old man next door asked, he said the bike was broken and parked in the garage. At 2 a.m., Chen is ready to leave. He put a wallet, a heartbrush and a key in his pocket - the brass key was easily heard - and he put the car key on the left and the door key on the right. The door was closed quietly, and he stood there for a few seconds, and the light was not on and there was no sound next door. He snuck out of the building to the shed, with a dark night light, unlocked his car and rode to Fukuo Road. When Chen made his way to Fukuo, the ghost town had been set up, and the shopkeepers sat by the front of the road, as if it were a copper sculpture on the Nanjing road. Of course, they're just playing the background panel, and the real character is the baby on their booth, the buyer's palm is the stage, the flashlight is the light. Seeing this scene, Chen was slapping his thighs: "Just trying to hide his eyes or not, the flashlight forgot!"

The flashlight is a ghost market hard currency without it. Chen was looking around and seeing a storekeeper selling flashlights, but looking at them, he didn't even want to buy them. “Why would he kill me?

Without a flashlight, it's a free trip to the ghost market to hunt for treasures. If you don't even hit a flashlight, it's a blind box, and if you open up the real stuff for generations to come (the good years of the collection, the good years to a certain age). Chen had to “slow his head” (Shanghai, do it), go to the stall with other treasure hunters, use someone's handlights and see if there was any money he wanted on the booth, and if not, replace it. The distance from a stranger is too far to steal light, too close, and others suspect that he is a thief's bones. At the third stand, Chen went down to a stranger in front of the people and started electric observation of the jade fall on his hands. Chen made an opportunity to look at the treasures on the market and found in a pile of green coins a tiring sum of money (to win the money), which he seemed to know, which he was trying to look at, and the next person turned off his flashlight and went away. The booth became dark when Chen asked the owner, "Do you have a flashlight? Lend me one."

The stander swings his hand and says, "The battery's out."

Chen was embarrassed and had to look to his right and left. He had no old acquaintance here, no ghost market, no one was too cautious to lend anything. “If it was me, I wouldn't lend it to him, what would I see?”

Just as he scratched his head, a little bit of his shoulder was lightened behind him, and he turned his head, a stranger of the same age. "What do you see when you don't bring your tools?" The stranger turned on the flashlight to see Chen's money. His tone gives Chen an inexplicable sense as if they were not the first to meet, but old friends who have been missing for a long time. Chen didn't put the money in his hands. He couldn't eat what the man was trying to do — perhaps it was a “serial model” working with the vendor, and he came over to "scrambling." The market is a serious area of fraud, and the ghost city wins. Many of the stallors are old, sophisticated and deceptive. Strangers seem to guess Chen's mind: “Don't worry, I didn't mean anything else. I'll take a look when you put it down. The rules of this place are clear, so take the torch."

The "Sixing Star" is the money he spends on the subject of the Taoist religion and is not as well known as the "Yen-Doo-Doo" or the "Feilongcoon" and, without any research, he may not be able to know. Chen thanked the people, put the flashlights close to the money, detailed the rust on the coins and the hysteria of the Nine Stars, and couldn't get it in his heart.

The shopkeeper was carrying a cigarette and reaching out a finger: "You're looking good, boss, you're not doing a good business these days, so give me a hundred."

"Expensive!" The stranger was screaming in cold air. When he said hello and borrowed the light, he scared Chen, and this time again. Chen whispered softly and touched the ball in his arms. The stander wasn't angry. He said, "How much do you say?"

"I'd say, it's 50 or 60 bucks to sell, pay if you like, don't pull, we go." The man pulled Chen's arm and assumed to leave. Chen is good and funny: he is angry that he hasn't spoken, that he's finished, that he's crouched (Shanghai, dumb) and that he's funny, that he doesn't treat himself like an outsider, that he doesn't cut his price, that he can cut it too hard, that he can't hurt anyone. "I can't." The shopkeeper choked the cigarette head on the fangs, "Go look elsewhere."

Chen was very close to the stallkeeper and heard him whispering, "Neurotic."

"Don't get used to him. Let's go." Strangers pull Chen's clothes. Chen's hand was shot off and the flashlight was still on, and the light was hidden in the light of the Nine Stars, and the night was like a fire. Two.

When Chen paid the public, the money was wrapped in a handkerchief and the light was returned to the stranger. With light from the flashlight, Chen can see the faces of the strange. It's a standard national face, big eyebrows, big noses, one third of the face, and a fine moustache. Stranger listens to him and says, "I've just walked out, and I can't use it now, so don't rush back, but you might need it later."

Chen is happy to accept it and continues to hold the flashlight, thinking that the man is quite enthusiastic. And they walked side by side on the way of Fukuo, and at first glance looked like an old companion. Chen was walking with him, "Doesn't it sound like you're from around here?"

Strangers are very happy, reporting directly to their home, Don, Kingstown, and Pans. In the ancient circles, the ghost city is honoured by the name of "Nan" and "Pan" is Beijing's home, and "Fai" is your "Fai Yu Road" in Shanghai. I have come to Shanghai in the last few days to do some business, which is better than I should, but I can't sleep."

"My last name is Chan. Just call me Chan. You're happy at Pan's home, and I'm happy at Fukuo Road, where I used to take one of the coins, and just stare at it, and you can't eat or drink or sleep, but you can't. When Chen said "Most Happy Money", Tang laughed. The laugh made Chen uncomfortable, but in the face of the flashlight, he was patient and asked, "What's the baby today?"

Tang said he took two laps and only one was taken. Chen knows that "Chang" is an ancient choreography, which is based on Kang-hee's green bowl. Nor does Tang guard against the fact that, in front of Chen's people, the green dhows of the army, the flashlights go in, the china bowl is wrapped in a few yellow old newspapers, and the balms of the paper above it, the blue twigs of the twilight show a little bit, and in the white light, the luminous rhyme is drawn. "You've got a good eye, you've got a circle, you've got a good "open door" piece." Chen's complimentary. And Tang choked him, "What's "open the door"? It's not "open the door."

If there is no speculation, Chen will let the words of Don fall off the floor. With his hands on his back and his eyes on the street, he was in the end of the ghost city. Tang shakes his head and says to himself, "I've been on the road for a few laps, and that's the ghost city in Shanghai."

When he heard that, Chen thought to the people: "Do you think that you're looking down on Shanghai or at me?" No wonder you didn't take me seriously. He's holding his balls in his hand, trying to argue with Tang, who doesn't even look at him, and he's saying to himself, "What's a "Nang Fu Ho-Pan" or who's making it up?

"Tell me again!" Chen was so excited to jump up, "You borrowed my flashlight and cut the price for me. I thought you were a good guy. How can you say that? I'll give you back the flashlight.

"What's the hurry?"

"What does that mean? I have feelings for Fukuo, and it's not good for you to say it, and I'm sure I'm going to say it. Don's off the hook, "You just got the 9th Star, the moon is one of these 9th Stars, and it's the next month, let's see..."

"What do you see when you stare at your eyes? This is the work of the observatory.” Chen can't help but say something about him. "When you say this, I think of our Beijing Central Vision."

"We built our Observatory earlier than you."

"Do you usually study this?"

“Of course, not only do I like the collection of ancient cuisine, but I have also read the book of the astronomical calendars, which is no less than you.” Chen finds himself in agreement with the old Tang's interests, but he still loses. "All right, let me ask you, which one of these nine stars are you holding?"

"I don't know, Mr. Tang. Tell me. I'm all ears."

"You really don't get mad." Tang said, “This is the sun, the moon and the wood and the earth, plus the radish and the plank. I suppose it's normal for you to read modern astronomicals and not know much about traditional astronomicals, and if I ask you otherwise, you'll know everything."

They went back, walked in a second lap, confiscated a baby, and talked a lot about the astronomical calendar. Tang told Chen that while he was studying ancient astronomical laws, he was obsessed with the test: “I must count before I go out now. Today I count not only that I will meet you, but also that you will be happy.”

"Why are you acting like a liar?" Chen laughs, "I'm at my age. What else can I do?"

"Wait, I'll give you a number, and I'll call and prove it. It's not easy to meet the same person. We usually talk and ask me if we don't understand." Tang rips out a page of the address book and writes down the next number. Chen won't agree with him, but he'll have to leave him alone. After all, at dawn, at the end of the day, at the end of the day, at the end of the day, at the end of the day, at the end of the day, at the end of the day, at the end of the day, at the end of the day, at the end of the day, you forget. Chen and Don are going to write a letter and write a phone number for his home — very few friends, only one of his old friends died and he was alone, and this time in the ghost market was the same thing, and it was natural not to miss it. It's almost dawn, Chen waved goodbyes to the people and Don, and he stepped on his bike and grunted about "Twenty-eight." Don's phone number, Chen Zhuang hasn't been beaten yet — no matter what we talk about, it's like Don would always overwhelm him. By December 1998, Tang's long-distance phone call came in and the first sentence was, "I didn't give you the wrong number?"

Chen was like, "Hey, hey," and he smiled, "You're right. I have a granddaughter."

Nana, his granddaughter, who was born at the Jinji Hospital in Shanghai, weighs seven pounds, and named his child a little tiger. More than 20 years later, Nana asked Chen, "What was the baby you found in Fukuo Road when you met Don in 1998?"

"I remember taking two, one of which is the `Sixty Star', which is one of the winnings." Chen leaned on the vine chair.

"The other baby is you. Of course, the most precious is my granddaughter." Chen smiled, and said, "When Old Tang counted me in the ghost market, he called to congratulate me, and then we used to talk, but very rarely called, which was expensive."

"So how do you talk?"

Chen points to the box behind him: "I and Don love the collection of antiques, and we're also `olds'. All these years of friendship are hidden in this drawer."

3

In the second drawer of the mackerel box, there was a letter from Don, which lasted from 2000 to 2019. Chen Minnah pen marked the year on the envelope, set it up by the time code and set it up with rope. That piece of “small brick” is a record of their friendship with their friends in the north and south. Since Tang made his first call, Chen has also begun to contact him from time to time. Long-distance calls in 1999 were expensive, and he did not want to be nagging his wife, but had to call Don when his wife left. He understood, however, that it was only a matter of time before the telephone bill could be kept secret at the end of the month, when the wife looked at the bill, looked at the eyeballs and hit the table, he had to do everything. Chen Man on the phone and Tang on “Thunder of Mind” proposed that, if the exchange of ideas is traditional, it would be better to use the means of communication, and that post office mail is more economical, formal and easy to keep. "Don, you've got a good mind. I didn't expect that." Chen consciously looked at the table's hero's pen, which used to lead the way in the gas plant, just to show Tang. At 7 a.m. on New Year's Day, Chen left the town to open a light milkbox, and saw a thick envelope in the green mailbox, the first letter from Tang. Chen's fashionable relatives showed up on his state-of-the-art mobile phone and told him to keep up with the times and “go and play”, while Tang wrote him 16 pages of paper. In his letter, Tang stopped calling him Chen “Chang”, and the first line was called “Shanghai”. “I also politely exchanged and wrote him 10 pages back, calling him “Beijing” in order to respond to Tang. At that time, it seemed that the arrival of the “21st century” had been of particular interest, and Chen had expressed his “challenging” in his letter: in a transitional period in which tradition and modernity were interwoven, he was excited to watch his granddaughter grow up day by day, and worried that the new era was all on the fast track, that many new things came out, that he could not see, that he could not touch, that he felt left behind, that he could no longer follow. “It's better for you in Beijing to write than for us. An antique will write in the way of an antique, and I'm looking forward to it.” Chen wrote for the people. At the end of the letter, he specifically told Don not to call, and in the event that she was hit by a wife, she found out that she had gone to the ghost market, “it would be dead”. In its reply, Beijing pledged to work closely with Old Shanghai to ensure confidentiality and to allow this underground friendship to endure. By the evening of 13 July 2001, however, old Beijing had called to share his joy with Chen, who had succeeded. On the phone, Chen put down his voice and turned his head and his wife was sitting in front of a television set and smug. He was very nervous, but he was infected by old Beijing, and he couldn't help but ask, "When did you come to Shanghai for years?

Old Beijing said on the phone that he planned to go to Shanghai in the following year to take Chen for a ride to the “City Temple” — a ghost town where Chen prevented his wife from poaching her letters and had previously made a “punishment” in Beijing to refer to Fukuo Road. When Chen put off his microphone, his wife asked who the phone was, and he responded: “An old friend, Beijing.”

"What old friend? Why don't I know?" The wife threw away the guacamole and watched him dead, "How come you suddenly came out of the house after you passed away and you didn't make any new friends?"

"I met in Old Town, like I liked antiques." Chen pretended to go to the kitchen to burn water, and his wife had a ferocious eye and always found evidence of lying in his face, and he had to seek a “shelter” to hide. The wife is still working hard: "How can I not remember?"

“I told you last year, you forgot yourself.” Chen can't hide in the kitchen. The wife was attracted to the television programme and was not prosecuted for the time being. Chen gave his breath to the people and began to wonder about the distant “ghosts' journey” — how he managed to escape from his wife's supervision and met with old Beijing in Fukuo Road — a dilemma that he had to deal with. By 2003, Chen had just drawn up two “ghost-towns” programmes, while Beijing had become the centre of a “Soctar” storm, and old friends had to break their contracts. It was not very nice to see Chang An Street, which was empty on the television, and he knew that Beijing would not be available and that communication would not be easy. While his wife was not home, Chen called Old Beijing, where he mentioned something before:

At the end of October 2001, he travelled to Pan's home, where he went late, when the stallors were ready to gather. By chance, he found an old book in the middle of an old newspaper, and he did not wait to look at it, and the shopkeeper threw it into a three-wheeler and told others that if no one wanted it tomorrow, they would have to dispose of it. As soon as the stander had crossed into the car, he held the car down and left the other side alone and drew out the ancient books for a price. The shopkeeper looked at it and said, "You have a sharp eye. This is the old one. Give it to me.

He looked down and looked at the ancient book: "This is a handwritten copy of the folk. It's not a authentic classic, and it's expensive to sell more than a hundred. I can't do more than fifty."

He pretended to leave while the price was at stake — as usual, the vendor would rush to call him back. But that day, the shopkeeper seemed to be in a hurry to come home and the sound of the car was particularly loud. He's on the side count — if he's on the eighth step, the stander hasn't called him back yet, he'll have to turn around and chase him. It's a shame he's buried when he spends more than a hundred dollars on a copy of his hand, a business he can't get out of. He took the sixth step and finally heard the stander shout: "Fifty is fifty, I can't keep it."

He paid for it, put it in his bag, drove it home, and looked at it under a dark lamp. The copy is excellent, almost 95 items, only yellow, without damage, and is covered by a book with the word “handheld”. Rereading the content, the transcript is slightly sketchy and certain words are yet to be identified, but according to his expert opinion, it is certainly old. "What do you think I saw here?" Old Beijing asked on the phone. "How do I know what you see? Go on, say it! "Chen is pushing him. "Sixty Stars!"

When he heard the word, Chen made an interest in the Handheld and asked Old Beijing to go down. Old Beijing said he also had a collection of ancient good books, in addition to china and coins. While the value of the copy is lower than the original, it is more interesting. At present, he has observed that it is not clear who the author is and what his age is. Chen told him to leave the details alone and look at the part of "The Nine Stars": "When you're done, we'll write about it."

Old Beijing promised to hang up and Chen stopped him: "You hang up slow, and I'll give you instructions -- you'll be fine, don't go out, get SARS, and I'll wait for you to tell me about this "Handslights."

The old Peking said that his thoughts were now on the Handheld and that he did not want to go out. During the summer of 2004, the communication was resumed with the Tibetans, and the topic shifted from the “Sixty Star” coin to the “Handlights”. In its letter, Beijing stated: “This copy is divided into two parts, upper and lower, and next, stardom. Once upon a time, I was in love with the astronomical calendar, and I became more obsessed with the calendar after the Handheld appeared." He quotes the words “too illusory, poignant” and writes: “This phrase speaks of everything in the universe from nothing, and I want to follow the footsteps of the ancients, look at the sources of the heavens and the earth, think about the changes of the stars, and its joy.”

But old Beijing did not realize that in his study of the Handheld, two problems had been encountered: first, the fact that the Handheld was slightly confused and difficult to identify, and second, the fact that the copy contained a large number of ancient texts that were difficult to understand. In response to the first question, Old Beijing had taken photos and sent them to an old friend of the Calligraphy Association for help; the second was not difficult to resolve, since his old companion had taught high school languages, had solid ancient scripts and was very supportive of his interest in helping him to look through the great parts of the Goohan dictionary. “I and my love became ‘revolutionary comrades’ and joined in the capture of the Handheld.” The old Beijing letter said. The Handheld used to refer to ancient scriptures, and old Beijing sometimes needed access to information, which was much less powerful than running bookstores and libraries. The family had a large square-shell computer, and the grandkids of primary school used it to play games. Old Beijing had him help with the data. He was always impatient to teach him to go online. The old companion wanted to enroll in a senior university for the old Beijing and study to use a computer on the Internet in order to study the Handheld, but the old Beijing did not agree that since his daughter's divorce, his grandchildren had been raised by the old two of them. If he went to school, the burden of caring for the children would be on the old companion, who would have to suffer too much. On one occasion, the teacher set up a job to allow students to observe the changes in the spring break. The old Beijing brought his grandson to the park with his old companions, using a single bar as a measuring tool, to record the end of the shadow every two minutes, and to connect the Earth's tip to the end of the shadow to measure the long-term -- These are operated by the old Beijing, and the children are responsible for recording the time and duration. “The ancient instrument of measurement is called the `Gui Table', and if the watch is particularly high, the edge of the shadow will be blurred, and the Qing Dynasty people will place a `Choose Leaves' on the table, with a small hole drilled in the middle and projecting the midday sun on the side of the river.” Old Beijing showed his grandson the "Cron leaves" pattern in the Handheld. Our grandson is not interested at all: "Grandpa, we'll just finish our homework. Who's looking at these antiques now? It's old."

“But I am convinced that the Handheld has stood the test of time, such as its historical section, which refers to the symbiotic relationship between the six-gas and the five-legged, twelve-inch and twelve-decalogues, which also shows that we are born between the heavens and the earth, and that we must follow the path of the heavens and the earth. The main part of the planet is `fowl', which corresponds 28 stars to 28 species of animals, such as gold dragons and pheasant chickens, each of which has its own character. You know, in ancient astronomy, the timing and the asterisk are homeless, the asterisk is an expression of the relationship between human beings and time and cannot be rejected by a `superstition', nor is it a reason for its neglect. Even though so many people are advocating the "new tide," I insist on studying ancient astronomicals and trying to keep them safe. Old Beijing wrote in a letter. At the end of the letter, old Beijing also had a common sense question, and Chen was asked to reply in a letter. The title is: What does the word “four elephants” in our ancient astronomical literature mean? Chen also replied to the questions: “The Four Elephants” are also known as “The Four Gods”, “The Four Lands” and are the Dragons of the Orient Palace, the White Tigers of the Orient Palace, the Chukage of the South Palace and the Kutang of the North Palace. Chen was fond of this form of response, “making it look like Story Club, this issue comes up with a puzzle and the next issue comes up with answers”. It made communications interesting, and he looked forward to new questions from old Beijing, which was also waiting for the answers he had written — whether his answer was correct or not, which would be reflected in his next letter. 4

It was not until the autumn of 2006 that this friendship between the Tibetans of the North and the South was officially seen. On that day, Chen's wife received a telephone call and shouted, “Chang, look for you.”

Chen is enjoying his collection of "Little Dragon" coins, and he lays down his baby and moves slowly: "You tell him to wait, I'm old and slow."

The wife was cooking, the stove was still open and he was too lazy to wait for him to put his microphone next to him and turn around into the kitchen. Nana, who was at Grandpa's house, was worried about her hanging up and ran to pick up the phone. The wood table was half taller than her, and she was like, "Hey, who are you looking for?"

When I heard the girl's voice, the old Peking said, "Who are you, I'm looking for Chen?"

"I'm the tiger." Nana answered like a grown-up. Who knows how old Beijing made her happy and asked, "Who is that tiger?"

"The tiger is Chen's granddaughter."

Chen picked up the microphone from Nana, knowing it was old Beijing, and asked, "Look at my granddaughter's brain. We haven't called for a long time. What have you been up to?"

"I've been working on the Handheld." The old Beijing said, "I'll come to Shanghai next month and then we'll be in the old place."

Chen knows everything about the people — the old place is Fukulu, the old time is late at night. He flipped his calendar and asked about the other side. The old Beijing said, "I've been having a bad memory lately and I've seen a lot of things before and you've got to talk to me while I remember you."

"What is this? You're so bright, don't touch yourself." Chen said, “Before you come to Shanghai, you must rest and keep your spirit well, or you will fall asleep. When you get there, we'll meet in Old Simon."

Chen hung up on the phone and his wife came out with a snack and asked him, "Who is this?

"My friend Don, nicknamed Old Beijing, specializing in antiques, will come to Shanghai next month to see me, and I'm going to be nice." Chen thought that she would know something about herself, and sooner or later she would not hide it, so she would be able to tell the truth. "I've heard you say this before, but I haven't seen this man. I thought you made it up. The wife says. "What are you making up? Chen made a name for Old Beijing, “I speak on behalf of Fukulu, Shanghai, and he represents Pan's homeland in Beijing, you do not understand.”

The wife choked him, "You don't know what you're looking at, you're going to have dinner, why don't you get your hands washed?"

Chen says, "You're going to help Grandpa with the Zadar type today!"

On the first day of his visit to Beijing, Chen took him to his home. The wife observed for a few minutes and said to Chen, “You stand with him like this, if you hadn't introduced me, I would have thought you two were a couple”.

Chen and old Beijing are looking at each other, and there's a good laugh. Then the wife said to old Beijing, "You're Chen's best friend, and I want you to persuade him to stop buying his dirty money, and there's no more drawers."

Old Beijing said, "Did he pick up the treasure or hit him in the eye?"

The wife answered, took him into the study and pulled the desk drawer. Old Beijing picked up a coin in his hand, took it in his hand, placed it under a lamp, put it back in place, then looked at the next one, moving faster, and watched him step back, staring at Chen's wife. The shock caused Chen to get nervous, too, and he asked old Beijing, "How can we talk?"

"It's all the truth of the Big Open! Old Peking raised his thumb, "What a good look!"

When he heard that, Chen said to his wife immediately: "You see, the experts at Pan's home have said so. You used to say that all the money I spent was in the Huang Po River, and actually I was an investment, you don't understand."

"Sing me a chord." The wife turned her eyes and went to the barber shop with her sister. After his wife left, Chen fought for the old Beijing punch: "How can my wife believe you? But again, is it true what you just said?"

When Chen turned his eyes on him, Beijing hesitated for a long time to say to him, “Just listen to what I just said, don't take it too seriously ...”

"What do you mean 'half? Listen to you, I'm like a roller coaster." Chen is looking for the ball on the table and says, "Well, how many are real here?"

The old Beijing fell in front of the drawer, and his head was like, "A few are real."

Chen has no confidence in looking at old Beijing and is even shaking his head: “No way, either you haven't looked at it, or you don't know anything about me.”

"Chang, if you don't like me, we'll be fighting for the treasure." Old Beijing leaned on the vine chair, and it was so easy. Chen had a collection for many years and never fought with anyone, and he asked, "How?"

"When we're old, we'll see who's more valuable." Old Beijing said, "Did you forget?"

“Of course I remember. I took care of my wife, signed her up for a trip to Lake Chishima, and tomorrow she leaves early in the morning and can't control me.”

5

Chen has given time to the ghost town trip, but one less step — the son is too busy to put Nana on summer vacation. Old Beijing saw the tiger so lively, he liked it, he touched the child's head: "It wouldn't be so bad if we left the child at home."

"How can that be? You've come to Shanghai hard." Chen was very upset, and it took him eight years to meet his old friend until the next time he went to the ghost market, he wondered when he was to be dragged. He pulled Nana in front of him: "The Grand Master is going to race with this old man. Are you afraid you're home alone?"

Nana shakes her head and says, "I'm not afraid. When are you playing?"

Chen said that they were going to go in the middle of the night and asked their granddaughter to keep it a secret. After the game, they came home early in the morning and took her to "frequently come" at noon to eat steak cakes. Nana took a hook with Chen, saying she would keep a secret, but if Grandpa came home early, let alone cut off her "bone cake." Old Beijing is holding on to the smile: "You little tiger, put your heart in your stomach, I'm staring at him."

On Friday night, at 9 p.m., Beijing left the hotel and took a taxi to Chen's home. They fell asleep, slept until 2:40 a.m. and got up and packed up and left immediately. As a result, Chen Zhumin's flashlight on the table fell on the ground. "Grandpa, are you going out?" Nana heard noises, sat up from her bed, covered her eyes, staring at two sneaky old men. Seeing the children awake, old Beijing and Chen Yingmin hesitated — leaving the children alone in the middle of the night is always reassuring. The old Beijing hand waved, "Take it!"

"Let's go out and take a white picture, you want to go?" Chen said, "Let's go get Nana's coat." I heard she went out and she said she wasn't sleepy. "But Comrade Tiger, you have to keep it a secret." Old Beijing bends over and puts her finger up at Nana, making a noise. Nana nod her head. Chen, with his granddaughter, watched in front of the old man next door for a while before sneaking out of the building with old Beijing. The two old men took a little girl and went to Fukuo Road with the moon. On the midway, the old Beijing looked up to the sky, with Chen on his shoulder, with his right finger, the moon: “Look, Chen, 15 cents of the moon, this day called in ancient times ‘Observe’, the new moon called ‘Scho’, and together ‘Observe’.”

Nana did not understand what old Beijing was talking about, but learned to look up at the moon in the morning and felt like a big soup, "The Black Sand." When Chen made their way to Fukuo Road, the ghost town had just set up a stall, which was new and new to the young Nana, with jars, chalk pans, old books and beauties on the side of the road, pointing at the front porcelain white dog and saying, "Hey, Grandpa, there's a puppy here."

A childish voice attracts the view of the stallors, and perhaps they wonder -- how do you bring a child when people hang out with flashlights? Chen's eyes were on him, and she said, "Shh," to Nana: "You have to keep your voice down, or the dog will bite you."

There's a booth under a street light, and Chen found a fortune for his life, with a corset of celibacy. He went down a little bit, thought he was still holding his granddaughter, and gave it to old Beijing: "Look at the tiger for a while." Old Beijing took Nana and shook her head without a trace, but no complaints. Chen spent half a day staring at him with copper. Old Peking took Nana, so he couldn't leave him, and he asked him, "Do you see?"

Chen won't say back, "Wait, what's the hurry?"

In accordance with the rules of the ghost city, Beijing is not in a position to be a staff officer, or, according to his power, “the money is in his hand and in his heart.” Nana stood there and looked up to old Beijing and said, "Mr. Tang, I'm a little tired."

Old Beijing crouched down and told Nana to get on his back and he took Nana's leg and carried the child. He got up too fast. Nana was afraid to fall and panic to grab his ears. The old Beijing whirlwinded, and she couldn't blame Nana for it. Chen finished buying the baby, took the ashes off his hands and went to the next stall. The old Beijing tunes him: "You're finished. It'll be morning. The ghost shop will be closed."

Chen laughed embarrassingly, rubbed her hand, dropped Nana from her back, held herself in her hand, and left her friend in the ghost market. Nana, when she saw people holding lights, reached out to Chen, who wouldn't give it to her, and Beijing said, “Let the tiger lead us.” Nana picked up the flashlight, led the two grandpas like a young man, and lit the lights on the front road in the dark, and walked with great energy. Old Beijing is only interested in the astronomical heritage, but the treasure is very rare in the ghost city, wandering around and receiving only a broken old copy. Chen received a copy of it and looked under the streetlight. “There is a small example, some of which are not clear, and there are circles in the middle, which are divided into sections like cucumbers, and there are `spring' and `winter-to-winter' acupunctures, which I remember saying to me in old Beijing, which is the history of ancient times.” In the morning light, the stars became invisible, the old Beijing looked up to the sky and said to Chen, “This time of spring, as the ancient book says, the battle of the Seven Stars of Beidou pointed to the West, and the White Tigers of the Western Palace rose from the horizon of the East.”

Nana was curious and asked, "Where is the White Tiger?"

"That's when Master Tang told me it was a tiger from heaven. I asked him why there were tigers in heaven. He said I was young, and when I grew up, he told me where the tiger was." After 17 years, Nana's eyes turned to the sky, as if the scene had been recreated before her -- on her way home, the old Beijing and Chen were holding her right and right hand, shaking around like swings and swings and laughing on the streets. That year she was eight years old, and she had a strange nightingale experience that was in her childhood memory. When he came back to sleep in the afternoon, Chen Chong woke up and saw Nana looking for a copy from old Beijing, fearing that she would break it and pull her aside. Old Beijing doesn't mind at all: "It's okay, let her see it. I think she's interested."

Nana asks, "What is this book? Why are all the words on it?

Old Beijing told her, "It's called an ancient book, and it's about astronomical history."

And Nana said, "What is the calendar?"

"Little Tiger, I'll give you the example of people who grow food following the season, and if they don't have time, they have to starve. The people eat, and the wise kings and kings make the calendars based on the stars, giving the people the right time.”

"How can she understand when she's so young?" Chen laughed. "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. The astronomical law starts with the doll, and the concept of `twisting time' is very important. It's the body of the astronomical system, and the calendar works." The old Beijing says, "Bing Poo" next, Chen and the old Beijing each put their babies on the table. Chen collected money from a “sinner” and coins are engraved in nine folds of “sinners”, and it's like his previous “sinner” money, which is a “winner”. The old Beijing found an old copy with an asterisk map of the astronomical history. When it comes to values, the two sides disagree, and Chen waved for the people: “The bad book you took.”

"You're full of shit. "The old Pekington has taken over, and two words have appeared in his mouth, "suspicious."

"What's wrong? Old Beijing you don't understand." Chen is anxious for the people. Old Beijing was set on fire, too: "Shall I make myself clear? What do you mean, "I don't know"?

Na Nana, who was afraid of losing her grandfather, went to the balcony to take up the dryer and fought alongside her grandfather. Chen stood up, staring down at the old Peking, looking at the little one next to him. "Why didn't you fight?"

"Comrade Tiger, the battle is over." Old Beijing handed over her weapons and helped Chen with her to find her slippers — two orange slippers flew east and west just in a hurry. The left-legged shoes were flying under the bookstore, and the old Beijing had a bad heart, and his hands had the shape of a telescope, looking at the distant sky: "I saw that slipper flying out of the balcony and flying out into outer space!"

Nana went on to ask old Beijing what to do, saying, "Same Tiger, this requires a professional astronomical telescope to see where your slippers are."

"What's the trouble?" Chen was laughing, and he said to Nana, "Mr. Tang will be a fortune-teller and you'll let him figure out where your slippers went."

The old Beijing rumored that he was a fortune-teller blind man, with eyeballs turned on the ceiling, thumbs strangling the rest of his fingers, and his mouth spouted. Chen can't stop laughing, no one's ever been born, he jumped three feet the first second and laughed the next second. After laughing and yelling, the Tibetans finally calmed down, and old Beijing pointed to Chen as the people: "O Lao Chen and I, it's `South from North Kan'."

Chen said to the people, "You can just say, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

Old Beijing turns on the "Big Book" and shows Chen to the people, "You were born in Pentecosta, and I was born in Fat Chai, and it's true that it's a `water fire', and you're in the North and you're in the South and you're in the South and you're in the South from North Kan." So you don't have to say that I'm a piece of shit, but it's not much to see, and it might just go missing one day, and I'll have to put it in the computer with the Handheld.

"How do you put these old paper in a computer? Did you also say to the computer, "Hello computer, open your mouth," and then you stuff it in?" "You can't keep up with the old Shanghai, and I'm sure I can think of a good way to do it. It's a time that changes so fast that we have to go along." Old Beijing said. Six.

After Chen sent Old Beijing away, they continued to contact by letter. By 2008, the Olympic Games were opening with a special letter from Beijing, with commemorative stamps on the envelope. He invited Chen Tomin to watch the Olympics in Beijing, and in his letter he also stressed: “Can I also be a host to you on previous occasions?” He also attached a photo of him as an Olympic volunteer. The month of July, which was hot, was the busiest in his years: his wife was hospitalized with a knife, and he took care of her at night, and sometimes she looked after Nana and was dazed. He merely referred to these terrible things in his letter, and then promised: “If he has time, he will go to the capital and explore the Handheld with you.”

Chen was surprised that, after about three or five days, he had received a special package from Beijing, large as a cardboard box with a medium number, which contained nutrients for visiting patients. Chen wears old glasses and takes a closer look at the postal form on the box. The sender is indeed old Beijing. "What's all this stuff for? There's no place to put it, it's so heavy, it's too expensive to post. In 2010, Beijing went to Shanghai to visit the Expo, where Chen made an advance telephone call. Chen, who came from a long distance, remembered the black wine he had received from his classmates — he had previously been reluctant to drink — and this time he knew that old Beijing was coming and immediately removed the bottle. He also bought specialty sprouts for old Beijing to make bad beans, bad wings and sour chickens, all of which are shanghai summer foods. The wife, looking at him as he was too busy, told him, “You can buy old Peking a meal at the hotel, and you don't have to be so tired, and you won't let me help you.”

“You don't understand. I met him a long time ago, and we were meeting. He came all the way here, and I'm going to take care of him. I'm the only one who can do it. Don't mess with me. "What meeting?" When the old man could not understand their words, he shook his head and went out to rub mahjong. On the day he got to Beijing, Chen didn't take him to the treasure house, nor did he go to Fu-woo Road, but instead took him to the market: "I made you some snacks with the best halogen on the beach, see what else you want to eat? I'll make you a few more dishes, open a bottle of stone-store wine, and it'll be a lot of fun."

"I just wanted to see you, it's been four years since I've seen you. Before the old Beijing speech was finished, Chen was dragged to the booth to see the live and strung shrimp. After having bought the shrimp, Chen took his hand as if he was afraid to lose him. Nana, 12, met Master Tang for the second time. Old Beijing took his glasses, looked at the two poles on her arm, and stood up and saluted her: "Nana is the captain, reporting that Beijing has arrived in Shanghai, and has successfully met with old Shanghai."

Nana's having fun, asking him what he brought this time. Old Beijing drew out an ancient book, used plastic wrapping outside, and Chen looked at it as the Handheld, which was frequently mentioned in the old Beijing letter. Old Beijing said to Chen, “Most of the fakes are made of tea and water, and some of them are made of chestnut, sugar and smoke. I've seen them with my own eyes, and I've seen them like that, but the Handhelds are not the same, and I knew at the time that they were the old ones who opened the door.”

Chen was a sweaty man who was looking for gloves for damage to his ancient heritage, and Beijing, when it was ready, took out two brand-new pairs of bags and gave them to Chen. They put on gloves and Chen turned his wrists and said to old Beijing, “We're like experts on television.”

Nana looked at the two old men in their old glasses, lying on the small table of the brown-and-black-strangled table, looking at the yellow palm light. I don't know what they're talking about, just staring at their heads. Master Tang is a natural roll of silver ash that reminds her of the steel ball in the kitchen. They've been working on it since lunch until 5:00 p.m., and Nana can't help but ask, "What are you looking at?"

"We're working on the calendar." Old Beijing took an old mirror. Na Nana thought about the night trip of Fukuo, and said, "I remember you bought a very old book in Fukuo, and it's also about history."

"The tiger has a good memory." Old Beijing noded, "What did I mean when I told you about the calendar, and now I want to test you -- do you know the history and the sun?"

"That's what I know. The Sun is the calendar, and the Sun is the calendar." Nana answered. "You're not quite right, Tiger, but it's the history of the sun." The old Beijing told Nana that the “Yin-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-Yun-yun-Yun-yun-yun-yen-yen-yun-yun-yun-yun-yen-yen-yen-yen-yun-yen-yun-yen-yen-yen-yun-yen-yen-yen-yun-yun-yun” was the two-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y. "Little Tiger, I'll give you an example. We can compare the `year of return' to the `sweeting moon' to two people whose character is difficult to reconcile and who are unable to work together for the common people, at a time when there is one more person to mediate, i.e., to add the `moon', which has been used to guide agriculture, that is, what we now call the `farm calendar'.

The old Beijing said that the Astronomy is well regulated in West Han, and not only is the New Year's Day written into twenty-four knots, but also the 28 stars are set in the calendar. Twenty-eight stars', their place in ancient astronomy is very important, and they are also to be taken into account when ancients do their readings”. And if you want to know about the 28 stars, you should first know about the Four Elephants, which are Dragons of Orient Palace, Chuan of South Palace, White Tiger of the Western Palace and Hyung Wu of the North Palace. The ancients arrange their farming by observing changes in the positions of the surroundings at dusk and obtaining seasonal information. Like seven stars each, known as “28 stars”, “these stars correspond to different parts of the four elephants, such as Orient House, which has a dragon horn, a dragon heart and a dragon tail. Think like this, it's easy to understand.” "Twenty-eight stars are to be measured throughout the dynasty years, but the calendars used by different dynasty generations are different." In Beijing, as in the case of Jane, Sihan used the Taichua, the three countries used the Dry Elephant calendar, the North and South used the Great Dynasty calendar, the Tang used the Grand Dynasty calendar, the Yuan Dynasty used the Scheduling Calendar, and the Chinese astronomical law moved forward in the dynasty. “From one generation to the next, China's astronomical history has fallen from its top to its bottom.” The old Beijing said that a generation of astronomy had reached the highest level of accuracy in the world, thanks to the efforts of Guo Jingjing, Wang Qian and others. After coming to the next generation, Mingtazu Zhu Yuan Zheng strictly ordered the prohibition of the astronomy of folklore, the punishment of military service, the torture of ultimatums, and the frequent and miscalculation of solar eclipses by court officials, which led to a significant decline in astronomy. Nana saw the light in his eyes, but understood these words, remembering only “Kou respect”. Ten years later, she passed Long Dong Boulevard on the Shinchuon line, the first stop of which was Guo Jie-kyeong Road in Pudong Zhangjiang. When she heard the familiar and strange name on the bus, she remembered the time she had spent in Beijing when she had told her history. 7

Seeing Chen's and Nana's interest in the Handheld, Beijing said that he was in a hurry to leave Kyoto without a digital camera, otherwise he could take pictures of the Handheld and copy it on Chen's computer so that he could look at the research at any time with his physical original and his electronic photographs. "I remember that the son of the old clock upstairs had a digital camera, but I didn't want to borrow it, and I couldn't play with it, and I wouldn't touch it." Chen said. The old Beijing said, "You have to learn from me in this area, I learned to play when the computer was just popular, and now I know how to copy the picture to the computer. You tell the guy upstairs, lend the camera and I'll teach you how to play."

Chen is still reluctant, and he says he likes the old, the old, the old, the old, the old, the old, the old, the old, the old, the old, the old, the old.

The old Beijing shook its head with no choice, and said to Nana, "Your grandfather, like the late Emperor of the Ming Dynasty!"

When Nana wants to hear it, Chen let old Beijing go on and say, "My family wants to hear it.

In order to create a sense of ritualism, Beijing used the glasses box as a shocker, taping it on the table and placing it at the end of history:

Since July 2000, when Beijing announced that he had set up a bureau to revise the calendar under the chairmanship of Tsui Guangqi, the court ' s astronomical institutions have been divided into two camps: Chin Tian and the Calendar. The purpose of the change was “to pass through China and the West” and a new and sophisticated calendar was drawn up, while the methods of observation of the Imperial Chief, who had fallen far behind the repeated miscalculation of the moon, persisted in obstructing his career under the pretext of “the foreign history of non-China history” and the law of ancestralism. Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei Wei So-called “the end of the story must be tested”. For 10 years, the East and West Bureau conducted their own daily food tests, and after Wei Weinki's misreported the results of his attempts to steal the West Bureau, he was found in the scene, and the East Bureau was dissolved the following month. “This battle for the past is essentially between the West and the West, between the New and the New.” The old Beijing story goes on, saying that the ministers would prefer to continue their old history rather than to “show their masters”. A year after the death of Xu Guangqi, the new calendar was declared complete, and Emperor Zhong Zheng remained in doubt about it until the new calendar was adopted. Speaking of which, he lamented, but Chen woke him up, saying, "You're so high in Beijing, you call me a stubborn man?"

"I'm just making an inappropriate analogy. When I visited the Expo, I often heard of `digitization', and I began to think about how to follow up on this trend, and "digitize" the Handheld." The old Beijing said, "I'm too old to be able to keep up with the times, as long as my granddaughter gets something, and the tiger is a class manager or a representative of the information class." Chen points to Nana. "I envy the children of Mona, who grew up with the Internet, to accept new things more easily than we do, and to learn more quickly." The old Beijing sentence goes, “For this reason, I will make it more difficult in the future. If you really can't answer, you can launch an "out-of-the-field help" with our "infomatics representative," and the answer is right. Nana interjected: "Why are you asking questions in your letter?

The old Beijing explained that the origins of culture were to a large extent derived from ancient exploration of astronomicals. The answer to the questions in the letter helps to create an understanding of ancient astronomicals, and to understand our culture has a new perspective: “Maybe you don't understand, and when you're as tall as Master Tang, you understand why I did it, and you'll be better than me.”

"It's like we're old-fashioned. It's not easy for us two old people to study old things." The digital age has come to pass, thinking that we and old Beijing are still committed to tradition and that Chen is popular. Old Beijing said to Chen, "If you like nostalgia, then teach me an old song from Shanghai. I can sing it in Beijing when I miss you and Nana."

Who knows that Chen is happy for the people and taught him "The Sugar Porridge."

It's hard to read Shanghai, and it's only in Beijing that he learns the words of the song, and when she smiles at Nana's side, he wakes up and laughs at Chen, saying, "Good old Shanghai, you're teasing me again. How dare you teach me a song?"

Chen, for his sake, said, "You don't understand Beijing, we're old kids playing in the old days, and the younger we sing, it's called "Retire and Child." I can't sing it myself if I'm going to teach Shanghai to sing "The Golden Tower".

When Chen finished his speech, he turned out the old tape of the Golden Mahal Tower and played it to Old Beijing: “... seven stars in the sky, seven eagles in trees, seven nails in walls, seven lights on stage, seven ice sheets in rivers, ice lanterns, hawks, hawks, hawks, hawks, hawks, hawks, hawks.

The old Beijing listens to his head shaking as a “backlash” and teaches Chen to Chen to sing the song "February 2": "On February 2, the Dragon Heads Up, the Sons of Heaven cast their cattle, the Queen of the Jungmong came to deliver food, to throw the seed in the face of the Minister, the spring tilling and the summer rate, and the Futeng Tsai of the Fifth Valley."

Along with the rumours, the old Beijing spent five days in Shanghai, the day before he left, thinking of taking a picture of Chen's left foot, unfortunately Chen was injured. On the day of the farewell, old Beijing produced a book by Mr. Ting Zhong Sun on the basics of Chinese ancient astronomical law — he bought it in mid-chun in 1996 at Xinhua Bookshop, and then 14 years later — He sent this book to Nana, who also told her that Ribbon was in “28 Stars” and that it was in Orient House and North Palace. Old Beijing then went to the station, where Chen became stubborn and insisted on sending him. The old Beijing had no choice but to hire a taxi and bring Chen to the car. In the waiting hall at the station, the old Beijing just sat still and suddenly remembered what it was like to take a coin out of his pocket and hand it to Chen, “I almost forgot, you gave it to the tiger.”

Chen has spent his money on his hand, and he saw the coin cast the "Quixian Dome" in the name "Golden List" and understood the old Beijing intentions. Before he stepped into the car, he asked Chen to take care of his body and to say goodbye in a poem: “The Qingshans are with the rain and the rain.

"Don't call me as soon as you get home." Chen made a digital "six" gesture in his ear. After Beijing got in the car, he waved to Chen through his window, urging him to go back. Chen turned around and walked back, and he always felt that he had eyes that looked at himself. 8

In the 12 years since the second departure, the Tibetans in the north and the south have never seen each other again, during which time they have exchanged letters. The questions raised in the old Beijing letter were indeed more difficult, almost all of which Nana was answering, and then Chen put his cheeks on the table and watched his granddaughter write his answers. In 2018, old Beijing letters came later than usual, and the 16 pieces of paper spilled before that year had been reduced to two. Chen put on his old glasses to look at them, and realized that old Beijing's writings had lost their old vibrancy, a bit more old and a little bit more twitching. As Chen felt, Beijing, in his letter, also lamented that he was old: “The parts that were all around me wanted to strike and asked me to pay my debts and to pay the debts that had been running around.” But he didn't want to go to Pan's home to hunt for treasures when he had time, but it was even more difficult to find them, sometimes for a day, to see strange fakes, but to make a scene. In 1987, the archaeology team discovered Tomb 45 from the western waterside in Henan Zhenyang, and the picture of dragons and tigers on the left and right sides of the graveowners, with their shells, was presented. What's the meaning of this? Chen has been looking at the problem for half a day, and has no idea: how did this change to the subject of archaeology? In that year, Nana was studying the High Test, and Chen couldn't rely on her to cheat if she didn't want to interrupt. He did not realize, however, that this was the last long letter in old Beijing, with a strange concentric circle on its back and many small words that he could not read or understand the intentions of old Beijing. On New Year's Day 2019, Chen received a postcard from Old Beijing, the back of which was a picture of the Forbidden City, and when it was about to turn to the front, Chen stopped his back and asked Nana, who was next to him: “Do you think Old Beijing will find out this time?”

Nana said, "It's time for old Beijing to write this time."

Chen Noded and turned to the front, but saw only two lines: the first line was New Year's blessing, the second line being that he had just registered a micro-sign, and the second line was to urge Chen to download it, so that he could chat on his cell phone at any time. Chen put the postcards in the second drawer of the box and said, "That's young and white, and I'm nothing."

"The other one is called 'Whisper', not 'Whisper'." Nana whispered. "I don't give a shit what his name is, but we old people can write and call." When Chen was saying this, he did not expect it to become his greatest regret. In 2019, between winter and the night before, old Beijing wives died. When Chen called him, he found him in a bad state and rushed to ask why. The old Beijing also did not conceal the pain of the loss of his wife from his old friends, but only the sobbing. Chen has been consoling himself, and is particularly concerned that his friends will not be able to get away from him, calling him to work in his mind. He always called his wife, and he said, “His lover in Beijing is gone, his lover was with him in the past, and now he's alone. I can't leave him alone to fight with him. I want to go to Beijing with him and talk to him."

At the time, Chen was already suffering from a variety of basic diseases, and his wife was worried that he would not go north to visit his friends, but Chen insisted on a "soft and hard bubble" and his wife finally agreed to his departure to Kyoto in January of next year and gave him a firm warning: "If you're addicted, stay there, don't come back."

"What's this?" Chen said to Min-gon about turning over his drawer and thinking, almost 10 years ago, that he had given Nana a "Bianchang money" in Beijing, and that he had chosen one of his favorite "Long Yang" in the drawer to deliver it to him. But just as he was on his way to old Beijing, a new coronary outbreak broke out and his trip to Kyoto had to be put on hold. 9

At the end of March 2022, a community seal was introduced in Shanghai. Chen was in a hurry — two years later, the trip to Kyoto was delayed until now, and he was kept in a small section to see the old Beijing for some time. Nana is more anxious than Chen. The fact that she was separated from his aunt in the south-east of Pu, and separated from him from Huang Pujiang, the fact that he had been diabetic in his early years, that he had to inject artificial insulin every day, that it was difficult for the community to control her medication, and that he was used in cash, and that he did not use microtrust and pay for treasures, had undoubtedly made life difficult during the outbreak. For the first time, Chen was in the throes of “old” — the community had volunteered to buy supplies in the “Fast Corps” small program, but he had no trace. Fortunately, the old man next door had moved to Yang Po and became a passionate young neighbour who bought rice noodles and eggs for him. Chen was prepared to pay him, but they refused to pay him, they didn't want to owe him, they insisted on closing the debt, and the neighbors couldn't afford to show the pay-off. This has undoubtedly embarrassed both sides. Chen asked his neighbour to wait two minutes at the door and said that he was looking for cash and that he had rushed back to the house and closed the door on the pretext that his stove was still open. Chen was walking back and forth in the building, which was his modest space at the time. And then he thought of old Beijing -- "When his lover died, I kept calling to comfort him, and now I'm in the neighborhood, and he doesn't even say a word, and he thinks I'm fine? Anyway, does he have to call at least one?"

The more he thought about it, the more he took it, the more he decided: once the district was closed, he would contact his granddaughter, who would fly on a plane to look for the old Peking Master, and “by the way, ask him what the answer to the question in the letter is, after so many years, even if he did not know, he should be able to explain it now”. The wife heard him complaining in the hall and opened the door to him and said, "Who can blame for this? Don't blame yourself? You couldn't get it when people asked you to write, you wouldn't write, you called, and now you can't reach old Beijing."

Chen's foot seemed to have been fixed, and he was silent for a few seconds.

The wife was even more angry: "Na's volunteering in the southwest, she's too busy to jump, and you're a wild old man?

"I'm tired of it, I'm done with it." Chen turned his back and continued to curse old Beijing. The wife looked at him as though he was still alive and he didn't like it. Chen was shocked by the closing of the door, shuddering at the closed door, as if it was closed not by the old lady, but by this rapidly developing digital age. "The "digital survivors" in the TV news are people like me."

No one wants to be turned away from society and left behind in the dust of time. Chen fully understood: he had to learn to use tact, to “offset” old Beijing more quickly, and to prove that he could follow the tide like this old friend, instead of being shot on the beach. His eyes swept through a door in the building and he remained in the door next door for the boy. If you want to worship a teacher, you can't have empty hands. He first went home to find a light red plastic bag and put in a box of Taconwan, two boxes of light milk. The wife met and asked him what was going on. Chen closed the bag and said, "I'm going to study."

The wife said to him, "The neighborhood is sealed, and you learn the spirit."

"You don't get it." Chen just said, "It's called keeping up with the times."

The old door was closed, and he opened the neighbour ' s electronic door. At the same time, a “door to the new world” was opened to him. After the neighbours opened the door, Chen's face rose red and only half a day later made his request. The other side felt his embarrassment, not only because he wasn't upset, but also encouraged him: “It's not complicated to believe, I'll tell you once and you'll learn.”

The young man brought Chen Min into the house and helped him download his message on his cell phone. The account number was registered at the password-setting point, and the head was removed, and Chen ' s tweet was added to teach him to talk by voice-clicking. "It doesn't look so hard. I'll go home and practice. I'll deepen my memory." At this point, Chen would like to add the tweets of two people, one of his precious granddaughter Nana and the other of old Beijing. Chen had returned to his home and had not learned to bind a bank card according to the methods taught by his neighbours. He then turned over his address book, found Nana and old Beijing cell phone numbers, and sent out a request from his friend. Nana quickly passed, but there was no response from Beijing. Chen was a little anxious to re-transmit one: "Old Beijing, I'm Old Shanghai.

The wife told him not to rush, saying that he might have passed before he saw Beijing. Chen noded in order to learn how to study the astronomical calendar in the old Beijing pile of paper. Ten minutes later, Nana received a voice call from her grandfather, and she “baked” twice before she heard the familiar voice: “A tiger”.

When he learned to use Twitter, he called and called her by her nickname, which made Nana a little bit sour, she asked, "What about your insulin now?"

Chen said that he had been bought by the neighbourhood council, that the neighboring boy was about the size of Nana, that he had taught him how to play with his faith and that he had been dragged into the building's Twitter community. Nana was leading the residents to nucleic acid tests and had to hang up the phone in a hurry, as he had been instructed to do a few more. Chen taught his wife to register and drag her into the building. The “group members” were activated and found to be mostly young, with only two or three older persons like him. He then checked the names of the members of the group, did not see the old clock upstairs, thought that the old man living alone was a “digital survivor”, and took the initiative to volunteer and teach the old clock a little bit. The old clock is old and slow to react, Chen has taught him four or five times, and when the old clock operates on its own, he forgets the next steps. Chen believes not in evil, but instead he put his cell phone on the table and put his hand on it: “You've taught me many times, and I can't get it. If I had been my son, I would have been impatient, and asked me to use the "olds" in good faith.”

After that, he pointed to the keys in the closet, which was an old gray Nokia, the digital keys were already white, the red leash was tied to a coin, and it seemed like a star official was paying for it. Chen took the money and looked at it for a while, and said to Chung, "Don't sell it to me for a second. How much do you think?"

"This phone and the coin were given to me before my son left the country. The phone is old and I can't lose it." Chung said, "I've seen the coin, it's supposed to be true. When the district opens, I'm going to go to Shanghai Educational Television, The People's Treasure, and I'm going to ask Mr. Sun to collect my copper money.

"Shall I take two pictures?" He's been looking at him for a long time. The photo was taken and Chen was only able to remember, and the old Beijing sent a new one before his friend applied. Two hours later, his confirmation was as heavy as stone. 10

At the beginning of June 2022, Shanghai fully promoted the resumption of work and Chen assigned his flight to the old Beijing house, hearing only a long line of “dubbing” and calling his cell phone number, which remained inaccessible. He went behind the tea table and fell on his ass like he wasn't standing up and fell on the couch, "that felt like something was falling down." In the early morning of the following day, Chen went downstairs to fetch milk, he stretched his neck and used to look in the cracks of the mailbox. The trust box was empty, and there were no commercial leaflets. At nightfall, the next door was cooking onions, and the fragrance came through the window, and Chen went down to the window and heard the voice of “Grandfather”, who followed his reputation, and a girl was sitting in a bottled car wearing a pink helmet, and he did not recognize Nana at first sight, but recognized it from his voice. Nana told Chen to come down and say that today's show of expert treasures is an hour from the end, and it's too late. "What kind of experts are they? Your granddad is an expert, so come on up quickly. Do you want to eat onions? "I want you to come with me. You haven't been out for months!"

Chen said he was about to come downstairs and suddenly said, "What are we doing with all the old stuff?"

Nana didn't even want to say, "Just take Officer Nine Stars. You used to argue with old Beijing about this, so today we'll find an expert."

When it came to old Beijing, Chen was silent for a long time and Nana didn't notice anything else, she simply rushed him to leave immediately and said that she would be back later. Chen went downstairs with Nana's pink helmet in her hands, urging him to wear it — he had to wear it, or he would be fined if caught by the traffic police. The grandkids were wearing pink helmets, riding in a bottle car, heading for the old town. Listening to the sound of car and shop ads, Chen is looking through a tea mask at the fast-disappearing street view, where he used to send Nana to elementary school, where he travelled with old Beijing, where the old store changed its face, where the old was transformed, where the vague old look was sealed in his memory, and where the money hidden in his pocket was a witness to his personal history. At the entrance to the Old Play City, the Treasure Campaign ended early and Chen took Nana to the second floor. He couldn't help but wonder, "If only Beijing were here."

"Didn't Master Tang contact you?"

Chen shakes his head and says, "The letter didn't come, I didn't hear from him, the phone and the phone didn't work."

"Isn't he going to be all right?"

“I want to go to Beijing, too, but if you think too easily, what if we can't find him in the past and go for nothing?” Chen says. “We can't, since we're so far away, we're going to find Mr. Tang even if we're going to find all the alleys in Beijing.” Nana took her waist off and said, "If we can't find him, we'll have to go on a trip and take a tour of Pan's house he's been running through."

“The letters that old Beijing sent, I couldn't even throw in the envelope, and we looked for them at the address on the envelope, and we might actually find him.” When Chen finished, he regretted, "How can I come with you when you have to work?"

Nana said that her five-day leave was useless this year when she went to Kyoto to look for someone, and she took all five days off: "My Lord raised me, and Master Tang looked at me as a grown-up and as good as you, and I didn't want to see you so upset that I had to find him."

Chen's heart is warm, but he's not very good at expressing feelings, and his mouth just says, “It's not easy to use all of it for five days, but it's a day or two, in case there's an emergency”.

It was easy to go to Kyoto to find friends, but first to get through to the wife. After all, the grandkids are no better off to Beijing than they used to sneak to Ghost City. When I heard my father's concerns, Nana pointed to herself: "Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it."

"The glorious task is yours. Your mother will be back soon. If she can't find me, we'll go home."

After dinner, Nana saw that she was washing dishes in the kitchen, sneaking to her side, saying that the unit was building, organized a tour to Beijing and could take a family with her, and immediately thought that Grandpa wanted to meet an old friend in Beijing, and that it was an excellent time for various reasons. "Let's see, it's fake to organize a tour. How can we organize tourism for you when the epidemic has so much impact that many units can't even pay their wages?" A milk-slowed look at Chen as a citizen and saw him sitting on the sofa and going through the New People's Evening newspaper, pretending to be in the air. The wife throws chopsticks into the water puddle, pointing at Chen as a citizen, and asks, "Did you tell me honestly that you and Chen are already in collusion and treat me as a "dumb"? When did you learn to lie?"

Chen said she was lying, and he just learned about the granddaughter's leave and said, "If you don't let me go, I'll go."

"I didn't refuse to let you go, but you're old enough to carry a lot of things, and I'm not well, and I can't take care of you."

After the wife finishes, keep cleaning the chopsticks. And Chen knows the weight of this, and there is no sound. Nana sat back on the couch, and Chen's eyes were moved from the evening papers to her face — bad news, and the tigers were sick. He and his granddaughter were at the same time sighing and saying nothing. But it was also expected by Nana. The following evening, she continued to grind on her mother, and when she saw that she was not moving, she said to her heart: “Grandpa does not normally like to make friends, only Beijing is the only one who wants to make friends with him, he used to go to old Beijing, he didn't make it, and he won't have a chance to do so. Don't worry, I'll take care of Grandpa."

At the end of the day, Chiu let go of her mouth and her granddaughter's three chapters of the law: first, to go to Kyoto for a maximum of five days; second, to be ready for the depressive medicine and insulin, to call her every night, to be safe; and third, to be able to meet with him once less when he is old and old Beijing, if you find old Beijing, take more photos and send her a tweet to her. The third point was added in particular by the fact that she was well aware of Chen's friendship with old Beijing, which was always excited as a child every time he received a letter from old Beijing. Milk passed the switch, and Nana used her phone to clean up the list of drugs. When she packed her bag, she was stupid — she took most of his travel kits, not including his daily insulin. No wonder she's stuck with him so he won't go away. The luggage was packed, Chen found the “Liang Yang” he had prepared for Beijing, put it in the inside pocket and allowed Nana to bring the “Weng Chang money”. "What about the third?" Nana asked. "I want a digital camera." Chen said, “When old Beijing asked me to take a picture of the palmlight, I didn't want to do it. His lover passed away a few years ago, without a person to study the palmlight. I'm his best friend and I'm sure I'll do something for him. And now I think he's doing a good job, he's in Beijing, he's in Shanghai, and I'm in Shanghai to help him read the electronic version."

Nana raised her cell phone and said, "No need to borrow the camera, we can take pictures with a cell phone."

In June 2022, Nana and Chen left. Before leaving, Nana planned this: the first day to look for old Beijing, the next three days to give old Beijing a guide, take them to Pan's home, and the last afternoon to return from Beijing. On high iron, Chen remembers his friends thousands of miles away. He was anxious to know what old Beijing looked like today. How far has the ancient astronomical history gone? How can the answer to the last question on the letter be broken? What is the pattern on the back of the letter? As long as old Beijing is found, those questions will come to light. Eleven.

Upon arrival, Nana, by the address in the envelope, pulled Chen as a citizen and knocked on the old wooden door. The door was opened by a round-faced old lady, looking up at them two strangers. Chen said, "Is Don home?"

"Dang moved away long ago." The old lady looked at my grandkids, "Who are you?

Chen said, "When did he move?"

The old lady told him that Don used to be with his grandson and moved away early this year, presumably to the Zhongyang district with his grandson: “But I don't know the exact address, and I don't know how to forget it, and I don't think it's too bad out there, so don't just stand there.” After talking, she closes the door. Na Nana had to blame herself for her grandkids' path of searching for a dead end — she was afraid that she would change her mind and take him away in haste, but she failed to make the alternative. Turning around, she saw Grandpa calling from one to the other in Beijing, comforting him: “The old lady said that he had moved away the previous two months, which means at least he's fine. We'll find him when we get back to the hotel.”

Back at the hotel, Nana came up with a way to put out a search for people on the Internet and get a wide range of netizens to look for old Beijing. Chen was not willing, and he felt that it was too risky and would cause trouble in old Beijing. If old Beijing really forgets him, it's all the more unnecessary. Chen was lying in front of the window, and that was Nana's move to wait for a date when she was a child, and now the child is a grown-up and the adult is an old child waiting for a friend. Nana looks so sad that she doesn't want to let Grandpa and Old Beijing miss it, saying, “Old Beijing usually likes to go to Pan's home, where there may be people you know, and today you take a break, and tomorrow we'll go to Pan's home and have some luck, perhaps something to ask.”

"Your mother gave it five days, and if it's wasted today, the rest of the time is more tense. Don't worry, I'll eat well and we'll go after my medicine." When Chen turned out the medicine box, he produced a photograph of Beijing, which was sent to him in 2008. Nana took a look at it, it's pretty clear, it's barely visible, and she can ask questions with pictures. Chen told Nana that he knew the way to Pan's home: “We take 368 or 28”. Nana is a bit handsome. He's never been to Peking Pan's house. Why are you so familiar with traffic routes? Chen Zaomin said that he had been sent a copy of the " Guide to China ' s Play Markets " , in which he had written about the country ' s Play Markets, and that he had been trying to go to Pan ' s home with Beijing for many years, but had not done so, and the route was clear. “It has been 16 years, the route has changed long ago, and we're going to have to change it, which is too tired.” Nana called a car on her cell phone to take Grandpa to Pan's home. The Pan Home Old Market is on the western side of the three-ring south-west road in the Hokyang district. In 1994, the country was the first largest market for used goods in Asia, with the acquisition of government-specific land. Old Beijing is always proud to mention it. Nana walked into Pan's home, looked up at the interwoven steel structures under the rain shed and felt like a giant basketball court. There's a lot of noise on the booth and smoke. “Old Beijing's favorite, and that's why he's always here.” Chen commented. To prevent separation, the grandkids are afraid to split up. Pan's home is so big, one by one, it's not gonna be all day. Nana asked Chen Tomin to look back at where he loved to go when he had gone to Pan's home. Chen said that old Beijing sometimes had no specific location for the sole purpose of “exercising the stalls”, but that it could be found on the basis of old Beijing collection preferences, and that the first priority would be to focus on ancient coins and classics. There are too many treasures in Pan's home, even if it's just for a walk. Chen has been thinking about hanging out with old Beijing for a few days, but today's priorities are all messed up. Even when he sees the old coin of “Big Opens”, he doesn't want to ask for a price. He only asks around with old Beijing-year-old pictures. The owner of the shop is in a lot of trouble, “a lot of things are getting in here and there are few old customers”; some have taken photographs, looked at them and then shook their heads; and one owner claims that he knows the old man in the picture, but he can only talk if Chen buys a baby for the people first. Nana said nothing and took Chen's hand and left. When Chen asked the people where he was running the old books, he was waved at him: "How can we think of "sealed dust" for our business? So very few of them sell old books, and a lot of them sell old ones.”

For half of the day, the grandkids did nothing and heard their stomachs go "cool" and they looked at each other and left Pan's home face to face. Chen is sitting at the edge of the road, resting, describing the current situation with Nana: “It's like a ghost market, and the flashlight is not lighting at a critical moment.”

After a day, old Beijing people haven't seen it yet, Nana is desperate to stomp her feet, but her microsteps rank first in the circle of friends, and her feet won't move. She saw the disappointed grandpa, whose nose was getting sore, but did not want him to find her, rubbing her face and cheering her up. Nana took Grandpa to eat noodles, Chen ate some for the people, and dropped the chopsticks, whispering, "No old Beijing must be good." Corna was already hungry, she ate a bowl of noodles, drank two bottles of the Arctic Ocean, then took Chen to the hotel in a car and continued to study the search. Chen Zheng turned red plastic bags in his luggage containing letters from old Beijing. My grandkids are sitting at the table looking at letters like they're studying. The old Beijing wordwork is so beautiful, and she's got so much emotion hidden in her writing, and it's no wonder that Grandpa “better write than write”, a letter-paper that links their friendship for more than 20 years, an ancient way of communicating in the current wave of “immediate communication” is precious. In her consolidation, Nana found that the old Beijing letter of 21 March 2006 had a strange concentric circle on the back of its back, as did the last one — the inner circle with the top picture, with the outer circle writing a little bit of words, spreading around. She quickly recognized that the little words were “28 stars”. Chen was staring at the pattern, saying that he thought only the last long letter in 2018 had such a pattern, and that the 2006 letter had not been expected, and that he had not noticed it at all. Nana analysed the two letters from Beijing in 2006 and 2018, all about “fowl acting” in the Star Section of the Handheld, and estimated that both patterns were linked to poultry performance. The question now is, are these drawings random examples from old Beijing or are they intended to convey some important messages? Chen remembers Nana's participation in the Starbucks Twitter community, where she sent her photos to ask, "Let's get them to talk and see where old Beijing is."

"Grandpa, if they're to be told to pay, it's worth about $80 to $100."

“Tell them — pay first!” Chen said, “If you count and pay then don't give him a penny.”

Nana was crying, but in a matter of months, he turned from a “digital survivor” to a “digital man” who knew that he would pay first. She sent the photos to the group, and the well-known friends immediately replied that the drawings were a "fowl play" setup and asked Nana, "What do you want to ask?"

Nana said that it had been left by her elders in their letters, and she wondered what that meant. The group told her, "Well, you know what you're trying to measure, or you can't tell us if you say this is from the elders."

Nana answered: "I've been looking for him in Beijing, but I can't find him. Can you help me see where he is?"

When we saw Nana's help, the enthusiasts immediately @all the people, and the friends competed and talked. Unfortunately, there is a great deal of talk, here in the sun and there in Changping. One of the netizens kept silent about the whereabouts of the old Beijing, but looked at the yearbook, in conjunction with the “Twenty-eight Star”, and decided that “the day will be a bad day”, while he repeatedly reminded Nana that it was important to take care of the elders around him in case something happened. Nana, worried about the accident, asked him to elaborate, but the other side did not answer. Nana even added a few friends and he didn't pass. Chen, who was reading the letter, called Nana and pointed to the letter, saying that, in addition to the Pan's home, Beijing used to visit two other ancient cities. Nana suggested that tomorrow they could go to an old town early in the morning and then to another in the afternoon, and if they still don't find any clues, they would have to go to Pan's home and pick up old Beijing trails in a big old store. “If we don't split up with you, tomorrow morning we'll split up in those two old play towns, meet at the hotel at noon and go to Pan's home in the afternoon, which will save time.” Chen organized the rags on the table. Nana strongly disagrees: "If you don't know where you are, what will I tell Ma?

Chen knocked on his Shanghai watch, giving Nana time: “It's 9:30 p.m. on June 9, we're back in Shanghai on the 13th afternoon, full of three days, and our eyes blinked. At this rate, people can't find them, they're too tired to find them, and after five days, we're going all the way to Beijing for exercise.”

Nana, in order to avoid Grandpa and her condescending, just give her the "Shang Fong Bong Sword": "We're going to give her peace on the phone, and when you tell her that if she agrees to separate you from me, I'll promise you that if she doesn't."

The wife, of course, disagrees: “If someone forgets about you, you don't have to do anything to please them, so come back soon.”

Na Na, hurry up and tell Mammy to take care of herself. I don't know. She knew him too well, and even if he didn't, the second sentence would be: "I must find old Beijing or I won't come back."

12

On 10 June, at 8 a.m., Nana woke up and saw Chen changing his clothes on his way out and asked him why he did not wake himself up. Chen said, "I see you've slept so well that I can't call you."

"If you're still here, I'll die if I wake up and see you gone." Nana complained about having breakfast with Chen and went to the first old town. At 10:45, Chen Min followed Nana away from the Old Play City, where he breathed on the wall, with his forehead permeating his sweat, the same symptoms as those of low blood sugar. Nana quickly filled him with a bottle of 600 ml of Coke, and after two minutes, when his symptoms abated, she called a taxi and took him back to the hotel to rest. Nana changed the plan in her car temporarily and decided to go to another ancient town in the afternoon to find out the whereabouts of the old Beijing so that Chen would stay in the hotel and not go anywhere. Chen, despite nodding her head, was relieved that the hotel attendants had said that she must be followed to death and that he must not be allowed to slip out, otherwise the consequences would be too bad for her to come back and pay a tip. She was also tinkled to call Chen if she was ill. Chen is looking at his granddaughter, and he can't help but feel: “Nana looks like her mother, who also looked after me more than 20 years ago by the old man next door and didn't let me sneak into the ghost city. For over 20 years, another kid's got a head on me."

After all the arrangements were made, Nana drove to another ancient city, and this time she found herself too careless — the old Beijing letter mentioned that he used to hang out with this town in 2013, and that it had been so many years since anyone knew him that he had moved away. An old player who doesn't know Beijing, but is also a regular customer of Pan's home, told Nana that it would take a while to find a family in Pan's home, “Where did you spend half a day?” In the morning of the third day of Beijing, Nana and Chen had come early and stayed in Pan's home all day without a question. The only gain for the grandkids was the purchase of a “observant treasure” — Nana loved the scrawny gold in the coin, and Chen got it, cut the price, paid the money, and gave it to the precious granddaughter. In the evening, Chen was paralyzed on the hotel couch and asked Nana: "Where are you going tomorrow?"

"There is no other way than to go to Pan's house." Na Naa would like the coin to say. On the morning of 12 June, Chen and Nana arrived for the third time at Pan's home. This time they're not hoping, they're just playing around. At more than 2 p.m., when Chen was searching for money, Nana asked a shopkeeper and sent photos of old Beijing. After a long period of discussion, it appeared that Chen had been skeptical and had to return the photo and take Nana to the next booth after seeing him for half a day. After going through a few booths, Nana heard someone screaming behind her, and then looking back at her hand waved before she ran back to the booth, thinking that she had dumped him very far away. Chen, after a few days of a row, lost his strength and was dragging his hands to Nana, saying that he was on his way. Nana asked the shopkeeper to wait a moment and to return to the booth and re-transmit the photo. He looked at it for half a minute and said, "You showed me a 2008 picture. No wonder I almost didn't recognize him. I'm an old friend of mine. He usually walks here when he's fine."

Chen was very excited and Nana, and asked the vendor if he knew where Beijing was. After the outbreak, Don rarely came and last saw him last year, thanks to mutual trust. After that, she showed her grandkids that Na Na had opened her head and found out it was an old Beijing self-portrait, and asked her: "I ran here with my grandfather three times, why didn't I see you twice?"

According to the vendor, he had been out of business the other day, and he didn't want to come today, but there seemed to be a force to push him over, “it's also fate”. Chen told the public to call the shopkeeper in Beijing and said, “Old Shanghai is looking for him everywhere in Beijing”, and assured the shopkeeper that “Don't worry, I'll buy the baby from you as long as you do it.”

"I'll help you, for Don's sake."

Chen put his thumbs up on the market and looked around his hand, and he said, "But it's only half a day, or I'll have to go with old Beijing."

The booth was on speaker-free, and the voice phone was ringing for a long time and was not answered for half a day. He told Chen to stay calm, and in a few minutes he'll fight again, and Chen said, “You have two more, and I'm going to buy it from you today, even if it's not right.”

The standkeeper and Nana laughed at each other and said to Chen, "My Lord, you're as good as Don."

Chen and Nana took a round around and returned to the booth. The telephone calls, which were distributed by the owner, were like a black hole, silent. After a roller coaster, Chen was so disappointed and so lamented. The stander looked through the address book and said, "Don gave me a number, and I'll take a look at you two, and if I can't get through, I'll be dead."

The new number is still missing. Nana, with her last hope, sent out her friend's application with her grandfather's tweets and her own tweet, and Chen wrote, "Hello, old Beijing! I'm Chen from Shanghai!" And she wrote, "Mr. Tang, I'm Nana, an old Shanghai granddaughter. We're in Beijing!"

The grandkids continued to hang out until around 4:25 p.m., and the tweets went through their friend's application. Chen sent several voice strips to Min-Lang, saying that he had found someone who looked like a man from the West who had failed to reply and had called the voice phone in a hurry. Chen turned his head and asked Nana, "Are you sure it's this little signal?"

Nana's nodding her head. Chen has just opened the speaker-in-chief, and he said, "I've listened to all the voices you've just heard. I'm the grandson of Tang. I used to hear Grandpa say, "Old Shanghai," and my grandpa thought about coming to you a few months ago."

"Where is your grandfather? We've been looking for him for four days." Chen said, "The tone has changed." It's like, "You're with your granddaughter?" After receiving a positive response, the chapter says, "Well, I'll give you an address, and when you come back, my grandpa left you a baby."

Chen Zheng let Nana write down her address as soon as possible and, through the reaction she has just received, she hears the sound of the chord, but she can't bear to light it for Grandpa. She just ordered a cab application, and Chen said, "Take it easy and teach me how to get a cab, and I'll teach old Beijing to sell it now."

Before leaving Pan's home, Chen fulfilled his promise to collect a coin from the vendor in a special form called the “Consumer Certificate for Military Engineers”. As for the true nature of the coin, Chen doesn't care. 13

When Chen first entered the house at 6 p.m., he asked, "Where's your grandfather?"

"I'll give you what Grandpa says."

"You're just like old Beijing, you're killing me, and I went to Beijing with my granddaughter to find your grandfather, and I asked around Pan's house, and we're going back to Shanghai tomorrow afternoon, and I'm going to see your grandfather soon.

Nana wanted to tell him the truth, but she chose silence. It's not much to say that a half-sized glass box was found, in which a copper money was buried — a fortune paid by the "Big Star" — which corresponded to Chen's life. "My grandpa has gone." The sound of the medals is shaking. Chen didn't understand: "What's gone? Where did he go?"

"May 18th." After that, the little chapter closes, holding the handle on the wooden chair, and does not want to let go. Nana saw the scene and immediately remembered that old Beijing and Grandpa were holding her little hand to the left and to the right and her throat was blocked. She blinked so hard to keep her eyes closed. Chen said to himself, “I know, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone, it's not at Pan's house, it's not at Beijing, it's abandoned me.”

Nana grabbed Grandpa's shoulder and Chen shot Min's hands with a shivering hand: “I'm fine, I know it all the time, but I don't believe it, I don't believe my old friend left first.”

It tells Chen that he did not mention his death on the phone this afternoon because he could not bear the burden of hearing Chen's thoughts about his grandfather, fearing that he would speak and that he would not be able to cope with his condition. Now that Chen and Nana were present, he dared to say the truth. In 2019, after the death of his wife in Beijing, he stopped going away and felt that he was too far away from home to find himself. On that day, he was in mourning, and his body deteriorated and his memory deteriorated. "When my parents divorced, my grandma raised me, and then he had a problem, and I looked after him in his old yard." The memoirs say. The following year, as a result of the epidemic, old Beijing can no longer travel to Pan's home, browsing on the phone at the APP, meeting the baby of the heart, not using online payments, but in a hurry. He was told that if he tied a bank card on the letter, he could pay with the letter, but old Beijing rarely read the letter, “it is too small to read at all”. It says he's helping him to turn the font of the letter to the largest, and the old Beijing is swinging: "You're usually busy, I don't want to bother you anymore, and Old Shanghai won't use it, so I won't need it."

The age of this number has pushed the acceleration key, and the ageing of the elderly seems to have accelerated. It took him a dozen seconds to speak to his grandfather, and he was only half as fast as he had been, and often stopped. In the middle of the night, he sits in bed and says himself, and his words are not consistent. In the daytime, he sees his grandson, and he always slaps his head in the back: “I just forgot what to tell you, I can't remember at once.”

After winter in 2021, Beijing confirmed Alzheimer's disease at the heavenly hospital. It started with mild symptoms and recognized a small stamp, and then became a bit serious, sometimes a small stamp, and sometimes said to him, “Young man, where is it? You told him to come home early for dinner. He's got a bad stomach.

But old Beijing always remembers it well, and he talks about the days of love between him and his wife as listeners, and about taking his grandson's little hand to Pan's home, sometimes referring to Old Shanghai and Fukuo, and he says, "I'm going to look for Old Shanghai."

"Now that the epidemic is under control, you're going to have to cure it, and you're not going to make it, nor is he coming to Shanghai."

The old Beijing groaned on his knees: "We'll never see him again without him."

"When the outbreak peaks, I'll take a few days' leave to accompany you to Old Shanghai."

"Okay." The old Beijing mouth promised to start a “South pursuit” project. At the end of January 2022, while his grandson was busy, Beijing snuck out of the house, walking alone in the direction of the airport, saw a red and green light at the intersection, and he looked east and west, forgetting the direction of the airport, and just passed his teeth and shrunk back. He was crouching on the side of the road, remembering the route, standing up again, finding his cell phone missing, and walking back down the light, looking down at the note in his hand. A nearby salesman discovered his anomalies and, after an inquiry, called the police. The civilian police paid a great deal of money and contacted the chapter to get him to the police station and bring him home. In the face of his grandson's grievances, the old Beijing looked down at his shoes, like a child who made a mistake, and he said, "I haven't seen the old Shanghai in a long time."

“Why don't you call Old Shanghai and call him?” says the chapter. “I wrote in my letter, and asked Old Shanghai and the Tiger to answer, but the answer was a prize, and I would hand it over to Old Shanghai.” Old Beijing paid the money he had in his arms — the coin he kept in his chest and never left. "You forgot so much, remember where Old Shanghai lives?"

"Of course I remember. I can't forget." Old Beijing pulled out a wrinkled note with the edges sweating. The small chapter thought the address was written on the paper, but he only saw a rough picture, “Remember that two overlapping circles were drawn and that there were little words in it”. "Did you draw a map of the poles in the middle of the circle?" After she had asked, she had a face with Grandpa — the letter from the old Beijing had been left at the hotel, or she could have given it to the stamp for identification. "I don't remember that, and I didn't read the little words, and my grandfather got weird when he got sick." The old Beijing used to walk in the afternoon, talking to himself, talking about the old Shanghai, his mouth sounded strangely, as if there was a link between the old Shanghai and some musical instrument. Can you describe that sound? Three times on the table with a knuckle of finger joints, it's not like it, and it's like, "Din, Din, Din..." And Chen repeats it again and again, two or three times, and his mouth is confused. Only a tiny drop of water drops down on the table — old Beijing forgot a lot of things, but didn't forget Sugar Porridge. "At the earliest, my grandfather insisted on living in his old yard, but he put candles on the floor and said, "What's a beige light?" So, in order to take care of him, it was only possible to take him to his home and rent out the old yard. One day after the dawn of 2022, old Beijing stepped on the bench and tried to get a large part of the top of the bookshelf, unsuspectingly standing, fell down and broke his body. At the behest of the doctor, only bed rest. That way, he gets more confused and doesn't even know what the dream and reality are. “Olders cannot fall, they fall.” Chen lamented. After the failure of the South Chase program and the loss of old Beijing smartphones, he was able to download his tweets using his old "child-mother" machine with a small stamp. Since he fell asleep, he had only listened to the radio, and his cell phone, which had no electricity, was lying silently in the cupboard. He called him at 6 p.m. on May 10th, and put the money of his life in his hand and said, “A few days later a car will pick me up, you keep the money for me, don't lose it, you have to hand it over to Old Shanghai.” "What's your car? Where are you going? Why don't I remember anything?" Old Beijing just said, "I have to go as soon as the car arrives, and I can't wait a moment." As soon as he finished, he fell asleep and looked tired, like he didn't close his eyes for days and nights. It was not until later that the chapter understood that “Grandfather knew that he was running out of time”. Early in the morning of 18 May, when the Zhang had taken a warm water and prepared to wash his face for old Beijing, it became clear that Grandmother had fallen asleep for good, and that the dry lips were slightly slit, as if nothing had been said. He was lying by his bedside, rubbing his grandfather's face for the last time, and his cheek was wet. At that point, he looked for the money of his own life on the table and suddenly remembered his grandfather's wish. When he and his mother were cleaning up his grandfather ' s belongings, he looked up a letter from Chen, photographed the address on the envelope on his mobile phone, and planned to take a trip to Shanghai, handing over his gifts to Chen, who did not expect to be in Beijing first. Fortunately, both old Beijing mobile phone numbers were registered as micro-letters, and one of the micro-letters has been used as a “minus”. Old Beijing taught ancient astronomical history, and it was very impressive. Who would have thought his evening was so bleak and so bleak. Nana heard so much that the whole room was groaning. 14

Chen's half-baked and asked for a small stamp: "Your grandfather had a handwritten copy called "Handlights." Don't get me wrong. I didn't mean that. I wanted to tell you, when your grandfather was alive, you took this "Handlights" very seriously.

“Of course I know the Handheld, it's all the trouble. My grandfather used to use the book to "light up." If I hadn't found it earlier, I'd have caused a fire." The chapter does not understand old Beijing's commitment, but rather views the Handheld as “an ominous thing” and blames old people for their illness and abnormal behaviour. After the death of Beijing, his mother returned to Beijing to help him collect the old man ' s belongings. He was treated by his mother with the Handheld, whether it was a gift to the old Beijing family, or whether it was sold as an old newspaper to a scrap shop without knowing it. Chen Soomin said that he had been told that, in China's ancient stars, each star had fallen “in the middle of a temple”, and that it had been kept in the hands of a well-versed treasurer and not destroyed, fearing for the fate of the Handheld, which had fallen to waste stations or dumpsters. The Handheld was once regarded as a light in the sky by old Beijing and Chen was “a result for old friends”. After his repeated insistence, he asked his mother about the whereabouts of the Handheld in his letter, and his daughter in Beijing replied that when she was cleaning up her belongings, “I thought it was useless to see some old books and old newspapers together”. After listening to this voice, Chen Yong-gyu has not returned to God for a long time. Nana wants to see his hands swinging like old friends say goodbye. The Handheld was put in the middle of the paper, and old Beijing saved it and kept it. However, after the death of old Beijing, the Handheld was placed in a scrap newspaper, and the end was unknown, as if it were its destiny. Nana could not help but think that if Grandpa had talked, the Handheld would have left at least a digital picture, she could have made a PDF file. At least a lot of regrets could have been avoided had the Grandfather advised to communicate with old Beijing earlier. “But who can blame him? An old man like my grandfather was reassured by the full envelope in his drawer.”

Nana asked "Did your grandfather back up the Handheld before he was born?"

The chapter remembers: in 2019, Beijing learned to type with a computer, trying to type one word into an old computer for a key part of the Handheld, “When I saw him lying in front of the computer every afternoon, he only hit it with two fingertips, very slowly. I asked him why he didn't take the photo and why he was so tired. He said that he didn't take the picture like a typewriter, read it. I asked him if he wanted to help. He said I couldn't understand. Nana immediately asked about the old computer, "The machine was too old and slow to start, and I couldn't find anything useful. Last time we moved, we threw it to the recycling stand. I don't understand my grandfather. What's the use of all the old stuff?"

Chen Zhengmin asked more questions and asked Zhang for the site of Old Beijing, “to be there in the morning”. Nana registered her and Grandpa's appointments through the Twitter public number of the cemetery. Before we split up, Chen gave his precious "Liang Yang" to himself: "The proudest thing I ever had was a friend like Beijing, the best thing for us. Now he's gone, you're his grandson, and I'll give you my coin, hoping that you'll live your life like your grandfather did. When he finished, he shook his hand at the stamp: "Don't give us away, remember your grandfather's words and eat on time."

When she stepped out of the door, Nana heard the silent sobbing behind her, and she didn't look back and put Grandpa in the car. In the car, Chen said nothing but: “An era is over”.

That night, Nana found Chen writing to the hotel's small table and asked, "Who are you writing to?"

Chen said, "I'll write to old Beijing."

Nana comforted him by saying, "When old Beijing was alive, he would have seen you."

Chen speaks again, and there is only a slight sound when the pen slips the paper. On the last day of Beijing, when it was dawning, Nana and Chen drove to the cemetery. Standing in front of his friend's grave, Chen Zhui wrote a late-night letter to his people, burning it on the tomb table, and Nana looked at the handwriting of the paper and was gradually swallowed up by warm flames. Chen said something to the people, and then he couldn't stand up, crouched on the ground and cried, and Nana grabbed Grandpa's shoulder, comforted and cried. Twelve years ago, when Beijing was at the station and Chen was divided, it quoted an ancient verse: “At Qingshan, together with the clouds and rain, what is the two villages of tomorrow's moon”. Twelve years later, Chen Yumin left the graveyard in old Beijing, leaving a line of poetry: “This is the time and this is the month.” He replaced the word “gone” with the word “so”, and said to Nana, when he thought about the ghost market, he looked unwittingly at the sky, and the light of the moon shined on an old couple. On the morning after returning to Shanghai, Chen said to Nana that he had dreamt last night in old Beijing, that he was standing by the back door of the bus, laughing at him, and that he wanted to drive the car, look at the planetarium with old Beijing, walk around the ancient city, “When I was carrying my feet in the dream, old Beijing kicked me out, and told me it was too early, he went ahead and drove away”. Chen added that the key part of his earlier letter to Old Beijing, which he had not written, did not know how to write: “That was the last question of Old Beijing, concerning Cemetery No. 45, West Water Hill”.

Nana has a series of questions in her heart: "Is this Cemetery 45 connected to that "fowl plate"? "I want to put a stop to their `retention project' to solve these puzzles." Nana said. 15

Nana learned that it has been more than 6,000 years since the 45th Tomb of Henan ' s Xianyang Shi water slope, which was certified as a period of cultural resonance. In the tombs, the dragons were shaped with their shells, 1.78 metres in length, then known as the “Face Dragon”, and 1.39 metres in length, separated from the head of the grave. Under the head of the grave there was a triangle of husks, with two bones of the head of the grave. Nana speculates that the left-sided dragon means the "Home of Orient Palace" and the right-hand tiger means the "White Tiger of the Western Palace", but she does not know why the grave contains only the "two" of the four. Nanaga, after a group of astronomical enthusiasts, sought help in the community, and some of his friends, who knew about Cemetery 45 on the western slopes, agreed, as Nana suspected, that dragons and tigers refer to dragons and white tigers in the “Four Elephants”. A friend of the network named "Dynasty Won" has provided Nana with an idea: Mr. Feng, a scholar who has studied in depth the pattern of dragon tigers in the tomb at the 45th Cemetery of the West Waterhill and has written a paper. Nana has read the literature on each of them, “I wonder what it would be like for the ancients to have a picture of the dragons in their graves with their shells”. By chance, Nana found out that she saw some ancient astronomical terms, as close as she saw old acquaintances. After reading, she found that the ancients had first divided the sky into dragons, tigers and elephants, and had made the heart of the dragons at the Orient Palace (known as the “Fire”) and the residence of the White Tigers at the Western Palace (known as the “Flower”) as the star of vision. In Mr. Feng's view, the horns of the Orient Palace, the Twilight, the House, the Heart and the End constitute the Dragons in the Chou Yi gossip — the Dragons were hidden in the autumn — and the Dragons appeared at the beginning of the spring — “see the Dragons in the Field”; the Dragons came to the end, swam in the South — “Flying Dragons in the Sky”; the Japanese horns, dungs, and the Dragons lost their heads — “The Dragons without Head”. “The heart is the fifth place in Orient House, and when it appeared in the southern sky at dusk, it meant that the summer came and corresponded to `Flying Dragon in the sky'.” Nana said. The White Tiger of the Western Palace, the second of the four elephants, appeared at the dawn of the spring of the ancient era, along with Doku, as stated in Zhang Jin's Constitution: “The White Tiger is on the right.”

Na Na Nana thought that she was 8 years old and was in a ghost city after asking where the White Tiger of the Old Beijing Palace was hiding. Old Beijing promised to tell Nana when she grew up. Now, Nana has drawn a cloud of doubt, and then she sees the dawn in the memory of her childhood, and the white tiger rises. The question of dragons and tigers became clear, and Nana's focus shifted to the shell triangle below the head of the grave, and she said, "I was just staring at that triangle, ignoring the two cheekbones next to it."

It has been documented that the entropy triangle below the head of the grave and the two gill bones represent the beige. The triangle is the master, and the gillbone is the battle. The term “twilight” in the Zhou Luang calculations is more of a “legged bone” than a “gang watch”. Prior to the appearance of the gui table, people stood on the ground and determined the time by measuring the human reflection of the sun. Nana concluded by saying: “In ancient times, the body was the `point of time', and the `point of time' in the BeiDoo was the `point of time' of the ancients, so the `bone' was chosen as the `bone of battle' in Cemetery No. 45 of the West Water slope.”

At this point, Nana answered the last question of old Beijing: dragons, tigers and beidous, which were fashioned at the 45th Tomb of the West Waterhill, precisely for the purpose of restoring the “three-decalogue” system of the ancients. It's written in history, "What's the big deal? The big fire." The fire shall be a great one, and the fall shall be a great one, and the north a great one.”

The fact that the content of each letter in Beijing is relevant to his questions also raises a number of new questions — what is the relationship between the dragon tiger buried at the 45th Cemetery of the Westwater Hills, the sap and the “fowl” inventory of the Handheld? What are those plates trying to say? With the help of Chen Sook-min, Nana compiled a total of 17 letters in Beijing referring to the Handheld. The only clue to the loss of the Handheld was the words in the old Beijing letter. When Nana fell down on the table and thought about it, Chen said to her, “Don't let yourself think about it and ask your friends on Twitter that you young people have more ideas than we do, and that all of you come together and think about it.

Nana contacted the netizens again. The other side replied, “The original name of `Afowl Act' was `Afowl Act', which was colder than the dominant `Afowl Act', as if I had only learned a few furs on the side of the street, and you sent me a picture of an ancient `Afowl' which is different from the modern one, and I don't understand it, and I sent you a question at the number forum.”

The Tsai Yuan published a help post at the Arts Forum, leaving Nana's QQQbox. It is gratifying to note the interest of netizens in these two ancient “fowl dishes”, and the e-mails that are being discussed are coming in like a tide. After screening, Nana and the Korean Won added their tweets and pulled them into the group. “There are too few clues to solve with these two pictures, and it would be better to take pictures of your elders' reference to `fowl play' to the group, and we'll discuss it together, and we'll advise you.”

GLOCK17, on the other hand, believes that to solve these puzzles, the literature should be consulted in separate groups, preferably in a small unit. Nana agreed to join the team, and other group members joined out of interest in the Handheld. The Korean Won also pulled two of its friends as “technicians” to guard their path of exploration. It is an Z-generation team of explorers, most of whom are ancient enthusiasts, astrologers and friends of Internet technology, who are about to break the secret of “fowl play” in the flood of the digital age. 16

Nana scanned the letters written in Beijing in 2006 and 2018 into a group of PDF documents. The Korean Won and two technicians returned the “28-star-host” element of the “fowl” dish to the ancient sky view. He said to Nana, "I let my friends visualize these stars and make it easier for us to study them." When GLOCK17 rescheduled with the start-up software, it was amazing to find that he had chosen the start time for the fallout from the old Beijing letter, that is, 21 March 2006, and that the corresponding balconies for the agricultural calendar were the spring break, and that the “play-on-fowl dishes” that had been drawn largely matched the old Beijing-hand dishes. “The Spring Episode was the beginning of the year of astronomy and the beginning of the Zodiac Twelve Palace, where, according to the ancient book, the `Yolong of the Orient Palace' and the `White Tiger of the Western Palace' all changed in their position. At the same time, Nana and Zhongyuan read the old Beijing letter in detail, and she found that in 2018, Beijing had referred to a decline in its memory, always fearing that it would later forget the old Shanghai (Chang Min) or where they had met. So she's in the group and she's like, "Do you think there's a possibility that old Beijing would use this "fowlboard" as his mark, to deduce the past?" Usually, the divulgation is now predicting the future. Can we use now to speculate about the past?”

“It is perfectly possible, and the line is called `Looking at the way things go,' and we can use it to judge a person's level of control.” The DPRK replied. After setting the course, Tsai Yuan and Hye used their martial arts knowledge to extrapolate and allowed Nana to continue to retrieve it in her memory and to verify it one by one. Nana responded that Chen and Old Beijing were connected to the city of Fukulu, which was visited in 1998 and 2006 respectively, and that 1998 was the year of the deca and 2006 was the year of the circa, “reversely, to see if it is right by these two points”. Dynamite, speaking in the group, said that astronomy usually expressed space in terms of time, for example, in terms of a 24-hour representation of 360 degrees per week of Earth's rotation, and in terms of “acting a bird's plate”, in terms of symbols. Since the last question raised by the old Beijing is about the " Tomb 45 of the West Waterhill", the graves appear in the names of the "Front of the Orient Palace" and "White Tiger of the Western Palace", together with a total of 14 stars. Moreover, the White Tiger of the Western Palace was often mentioned in his 2006 letter, so we used the seven stars of the White Tiger as `parameters', and the line was also called `God', and the push-down was reduced. Nana used the old map of Huangura District, Shanghai City, as a guide, and then followed Hyeong Won to locate them with seven stars. “Our assumption at the time was that the old Beijing would now push over, which is to use the spring break of 2006 as the starting point, to push back to what happened in 1998 and then to verify it further.” Ting Hui and GLONK17 collated the ancient Asteroid literature and sifted the key parameters of “residence” and “residence” by reference to the frequency of stars mentioned in the old Beijing. The pointers of time were drawn back to 1998 in the digital palette, and Nana saw that “Tang-hing” represented Chen's people and that the place that had been set corresponded to the blessed road on the map. In that moment, Nana felt that old Beijing used his hand-drawn dishes to tell the story of his meeting with old Shanghai in the city of Fukuolu in 1998. This road is where old Beijing and old Shanghai met and where they met, and old Beijing has never been forgotten. “Although this was my personal idea, it was proven that old Beijing had drawn the right `playing the bird' using the Handheld method and that the parameters he used were feasible.”

After cracking the first “fowl plate”, Nana faced greater challenges. The second “fowl dish” appeared in the last letter in Old Beijing, which was written down in the autumn of 2018, but the results were miscalculated and the team was somewhat discouraged, based on the assumption of the transfer time. After reading the last long letter from Old Beijing, he said to Nana: “I estimate that the problem with the elderly is how the Handheld calibrates the time, which is, after all, a matter of the accuracy of the ‘fowl dish’. However, some researchers have tried to repair the traditional calendar, which may help him solve this problem, but he is no longer there.”

Na Na, thinking of what Shang said, old Beijing ran away from home to look for Chen and brought only a wrinkled piece of paper with the drawings suspected to be “a bird plate”. She speculated that perhaps the second “fowl dish” had something to do with the search, “because he had told me that astronomers could be found and lost”. On this basis, however, six rounds of testing again failed. At that point, Nana raised her morale in the crowd: “We want to decipher the second disk, or we have to find the Handheld. Such a precious piece of information can't be said to be missing, and if we don't find it, we can also try to bring the old Beijing methodology to show.” That was the wish of old Beijing, and Nana wanted to finish it. Then, the Z generation team began a “digital relic” across time and space, at which time one of the oldest members, Chen, was added. Chen was a co-reader of the Handheld with old Beijing earlier, and according to his memoirs, the team members cross-checked the astronomical data collected using web-based reptile tools. The most impressive thing about Chen is that old Beijing successfully validated the astronomical phenomenon of the year by reference to the calendar of the Handheld. Qing Ha after 0000 was the youngest member of the team, as an AI tech fever friend, who used artificial intelligence algorithms in his quest to analyze the historical calculations contained in the Handheld, in conjunction with information from old Beijing. At the same time, he used digital technology to find the connection between the Handheld and other ancients and lamented: “We looked for the Handheld on the Internet like a needle in the sea, but I was proud to have read some of the ancients and papers of astronomy in the search, and the ancient astronomical history of my country was well developed while the Western countries were still searching for it.”

After two months of testing, the team concluded that the Hand-in-Light exercise, which had been calculated using a post-Semite calendar, had re-evaluated and used the ancient “three-twilight” chronology system, which was the foundation of our ancient astronomical law, and that the idea of integrating with the new calendar, which had been put to the fore at the time when the Hand-in-Light came into being, had been successful or not, and that the role of the “gold dragon” and “white tiger” in the ancient “fowl play” had finally become a huge cloud of suspicion, since the Old Beijing and the Hand-in-Lights had been absent. After the exploration, there was no end in regret. Nana told me that it took a long time for her to get up: "Not just the Handheld, but there's a lot of astronomical history going missing, and I want to race with time to save them and give them digital lives. As a result of these months of research, we have searched the web for many of the ancient scans, which we would like to share free of charge in the form of the ancient collections of the National Digital Library and not to repeat the tragedy of the Handheld.”

At Nana's suggestion, the Z generation team has changed course again. They would like to develop a digital platform on the Internet to convert the astronomical astronomical heritage of the scattered folk into digital resources for popular study and to encourage more young people to participate in the digital preservation of the ancients. “The first 12 of us to talk about this group are now 35”.

In the ranks, Tsai Yuan and Tsing Hui, among others, were responsible for collating on-line astronomical data, assisted by technologists using big data and reptile technology, and Nana followed her grandfather, Chen Man, to the old goods market for information and produced a PDF scan. In Nana’s view, the ancient astronomical law, as a white-haired, a thousand-year-old, should not be kept between pages, but should be reactivated on digital platforms. “This 1,000-year-old, like my grandfather, belongs to a ‘digital survivor’, and requires ‘digital insinuation’ for the elderly, for example, by teaching him to use smart phones and ‘digital transmission’ for the ancient astronomical law, provided that ‘digitized protection’ is in place to guide the way for a thousand-year-old.”

Nana admits that this number of protection programs has her personal feelings: “Now I recall that those happy childhoods have always had the presence of my grandfather and old Beijing. Master Tang loves me as much as he treats his granddaughter. He had the idea of digital protection in his lifetime for the ancient astronomers of Handheld Lights, which had not materialized because of constraints. I want to keep it going, and that's the best way to remember him."

End

In June 2023, Nana, riding on a bottled car, took Grandpa to Shanghai Lingstone Road, where the “New Ghost City” was hidden. Chen was wearing his coat, which he had not worn for a long time when he met in Beijing in 1998, and he patiently ironed his wrinkles after removing it from the closet. The two copper coins of "Sixing Stars" and "Ben Destiny Star" lie silently in his left and right pocket, like a time line, recording his acquaintances and his departure from old Beijing and accompanying him to the north. In the middle of the month, Nana came to the ghost market and took a flashlight from her cell phone to help him take the old things from the booth, as she did 17 years ago in the ghost market when she took out the flashlight to guide both. It's an alias.

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