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Main text Chapter 2 Where is my wall?

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    Zhuang Zhou opened his eyes and felt something was wrong.

    This bedroom faces south and the bed is on the east, facing the west wall.  The west wall is empty, because the house is just at the edge.

    Pulling on his shoes, he ran to the west wall, looked at it for a long time and then touched it, wondering: "Why does it feel like the wall is moving? Am I dreaming?"

    I can't tell what's wrong, it's just not right anyway.  After researching for a long time, I didn't have a clue, so I kept it in my heart for the time being, washed up and went downstairs.

    There is a "Hangzhou Xiaolongbao" breakfast shop downstairs.  I don¡¯t know if there is such a thing in Hangzhou. Anyway, it¡¯s everywhere in the north, and the taste is okay.

    In the blink of an eye, the two drawers of buns went down.

    Zhuang Zhou drove his small broken car to Shencheng, 80 kilometers away. This county is called Lingshui, which is a county under the jurisdiction of Shencheng.

    The car enters the urban area and goes to Yongquan Road.

    There is a flower and bird market over there, which is very popular. There are two rows of flower markets first when entering the door, and there are also fish, insects, and strange stones.  He walked straight in, and at the end, there was a building behind the flower market.

    Rare building!

    Known as the Northeast Panjiayuan, the first floor is the postage coin jade grasshopper, the second floor is the folk old objects, and the third floor is the street stall.  Today is the set, and the booth will be closed at noon.

    As the saying goes: A sign of a middle-aged man losing his passion is to start tinkering with useless but expensive things, such as fishing, photography, and beading.

    Zhuang Zhou has not yet reached middle age, but he is slowly losing his aura.

    Since he came back to inherit the family business, he has found a lot of hobbies for himself, none of which can last for three months.  Recently, he has become obsessed with a new gadget, and he came here today to shop for goods.

    ? There are crowds of people going in, and the noise is like a turmoil. The stalls are arranged neatly, leaving an aisle in the middle.

    The blue and white porcelain of the same style in the Forbidden City is thrown around randomly, the Hatsune figurine sitting on the "Selected Works of Mao Dun", Shanghai brand watches, enamel jars from the Great Revolution, second-hand musical instruments, toys, bronze coins, KFC cameras, etc. are all available.

    Zhuang Zhou walked around and stopped in front of a stall.

    The boss is sitting on a small horse, doing vibrato while dishing beads. He hides himself in the city, and when he sees someone coming, he passes a horse.

    He put it under his buttocks, picked up the box and started to pick out, all of them were old tapes and CDs.

    ? "Leslie Cheung Farewell to the Music World Concert", "Su Yongkang-It's So Difficult to Love Someone", "New Forces in the Mainland Music Industry", "Out of Print for Men in Love", "Holton's Disco Skewers 1", "Xinfengxia Pingju"

    The cover is well preserved, there is a lyric sheet inside, and even the stickers on the tape are complete, looking very old and full of the atmosphere of that era.

    Zhuang Zhou has made up some lessons, and the tapes have an expiry date. A tape from the 1990s can still be played. It does not mean that it is impossible, but it must be carefully preserved.

    He didn't think the stall owner had this kind of heart, and he should have recorded them all with blank tapes.

    "Can this still be released?"

    The boss glanced at it, but said nothing.  Zhuang Zhou asked again, "How much is a plate?"

    "3 cents!"

    "5 yuan for two."

    "At least 1 hair!"

    "Forget it."

    He turned his head and left. Sure enough, he recorded it by himself. Both of them felt that they were losing 10 yuan.

    I turned around again, feeling uncomfortable, so I came out of the flower and bird market.

    Looking at the time, he drove to a fast food restaurant, where a half-bald man in his thirties sat, the two of them looked at each other, and the man stretched out his hand: "Hello, Lao Zhuang, right?"

    "Yes, the one you were talking to, you came quite early."

    "Well, I work nearby."

    After saying a few words without nutrition, the man held up a machine, silver in color, with many control buttons, a bit like an amplifier.  But it's not connected to the stereo, but to play tapes.

    This thing is called "cassette tape recorder", or deck for short.

    Simply put, it is similar to a tape recorder. It can play and record tapes, but the quality is professional.  In the 1990s, a large number of decks were released abroad, especially rb, which are now collections.

    "Yamaha k6, the original voltage is 100, the original magnetic head, the magnetic head is very new and has no wear, the belt has been replaced, and the recording and playback functions are normal"

    It is a pity that Zhuang Zhou didn't understand the explanation that men regard as precious. He just saw it on the Internet, and he was in the same city, so he bought it.

    "2 thousand, right?"

    "Uh, yes!"

    "Is the tape on?"

    The man took out another pocket of tapes, and he could tell by looking at them that they were really carefully preserved. He said: "They are all original tapes, they can be played universally, and they cost 20 a set."

    "20? I heard that some sold for tens of thousands?"

    "Those are Hong Kong and Taiwan genuine beltsrare items, or complete sets of albums.  I have a tape of beyond's signature white film, which cost 11,000 at the beginning.  "

    Well, it is a blue silver with a story!

    Zhuang Zhou nodded, and flicked through the tapes on the table.

    "Xiong Tianping, Muji, Su Huilun, Jiang Meiqi, Xu Meijing Good guy, if I'm not passionate about old culture, I don't even know who these people are."

    "Yeah, even Stefanie Sun has become an unpopular singer now." The man sighed.

    "Wow, Honda Ruru "Beautiful Mood"? Those who can sing this have a common language. Hey, have you listened to "Big Wind Blowing"?"

    "What the hell is it called, music tailor, he tui!"

    Men despise.

    "Haha, we have a common language!"

    Zhuang Zhou opened his arms and hugged these tapes into his arms: "I want them all!"

    Poof!

    A man thought he was a good guy one second ago, but he became a big dog the next second.  He brought 30 cassettes, which is 600, plus the deck is 2600.

    It is nothing to many people, but it may be life-saving money to many people.

    Over and over again, he explained some maintenance methods of decks and tapes, and popularized basic knowledge by the way.  For example, what is a four-category tape, what is a metal tape, how to rip it yourself, etc.

    After eating a piece of County S, the man insisted on the treat, but Zhuang Zhou did not refuse.

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    That night, it rained again.

    There are sweet potatoes in the pot.

    For no particular reason, I found out that it is good to eat whole grains on my mobile phone, so I bought a few sweet potatoes on a whim.  Except for this meal, the rest of the estimates will be placed in the sprouts.

    This is the daily life of Zhuang Zhou, a 26-year-old guy who has retired early.

    If it wasn't for the protagonist, he would have been beaten to death long ago!

    "Wow, boom!"

    "Wow, boom!"

    The raindrops were pattering against the window, he looked out, and felt that it was raining this summer.

    I got a new toy and can't wait to play with it.  The audio of the deck is a standard line output, which must be amplified by a power amplifier before it can drive the speaker.

    He happened to have a Swans speaker, which was something he bought obsessively last time.

    The sweet potatoes were ripe, so he picked one, cut a few tomatoes and placed them on the plate, and poured half a glass of red wine, which had a unique sense of ritual.  When it was over, I stuffed the tape into the deck before pressing it down.

    "Boom!"

    "Boom!"

    There was a sound of rolling thunder, exactly the same as last night, the room, walls, and floor began to vibrate, and the indescribable mysterious force ran around the room again.

    This time he didn't sleep, and stared at the west wall of the bedroom dumbfounded.

    The wall was trembling, collapsing, and shattering, but none of the masonry dust fell, as if it was being sucked away by a powerful suction.  And the walls on both sides are also slowly extending to that side, extending

    After about a few seconds, the entire wall disappeared.

    Zhuang Zhou's heart aches!

    What about my wall?  I am so big with a snow-white and thick wall!  !  !

    Of course, now is not the time to think about this. The wall disappears, and behind it is not a black hole, nor is it an open space in the community, but there is another bedroom.

    That is to say, the two bedrooms are inexplicably connected together, the ceilings and floors of different styles are forcibly spliced, the colors are distinct, and the walls on both sides have protrusions, as if forming a door frame.

    And in the opposite room, stood a girl, also dumbfounded.

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