Chapter 365: The Man Who Kept His Name Incognito

(9) People who are incognito

"You're going to come up with a copy of The Flower of Evil in the new century one day, right?" I said, squinting.

He was visibly shocked. The movement of his hands and feet stopped, and his pupils dilated instantly, and his eyes narrowed.

"Tagore is not as good as you, maybe he has to take care of the flowers and plants in the garden, and you don't have to do anything. ”

I continued to squint.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, but I admire people who can write because I can only write about the wind and the snow. ”

"Who are you?"

"I'm an unknown junior, but you and my eldest cousin, who is my eldest aunt's son, participated in the same Youth Poetry Club, which is really the golden age of modern poetry!"

Unexpectedly, when I said this, he completely changed into a person, stood up in a distraught, staggered out of the instrument room, and disappeared in a blink of an eye!

I couldn't figure it out. Wasn't that his most glorious and proudest era? How could he be so distraught and as if he had been struck?

Don't...... He already suspects that I'm not an ordinary female patient?

At first, a former colleague asked me to do an interview on my behalf, and it was as if radio and television would be broadcast simultaneously. Again, I went through all the information I could find in order to dig up the more valuable things that were less well known.

But the gratuity appeared on my bank card, but it was not broadcast in any media. Later, it was revealed that they were not interested in the character, but in the specific location of the old mansions behind the person and the underground treasures that might be buried nearby.

Just because I am interested in the influence of a person's birth chart on a person's life as a result of his or her birthplace and place of birth, I will always direct the interviewee's interest to astrology, so as to confirm the law between the heavy events in his or her life and the movement of the planets in the solar system, and will make them very amazed that some hidden things will be determined at the moment of birth and be inevitable, so as to say more incredible things. And those things that seem like myths and legends are exactly what my employer is interested in. As a result, he discovered many archaeological miracles and found many treasures.

He reported that he was going to donate something to the museum, and sure enough, it was reported shortly after. It is said that overseas Chinese spent a lot of money to buy it from abroad and donate it to the motherland.

I'm used to hype, and I think it doesn't matter what I say as long as I really return to our Forbidden City.

Later, I learned that the donation was placed in the Forbidden City just to prove that what I had in my hand was more valuable. But there's no way I can't help it. I can't let my family get into trouble.

Therefore, I felt that my colleagues and classmates were the most familiar, intimate and terrifying, so I began to alienate them.

I also understood why Lao Liang cut off contact with all his classmates, and only I, a two-year high school alumnus, knew that he was still alive.

And this poet who wants to dig out his secrets, doesn't he want others to know that he is still alive?