I was flipping through the bills in the shop, and the business was bleak. I even said that my shop could n't even talk about the basics. The elder brother made this shop for me. One was to give me fun when I was bored.

Someone from the outside came in. I thought it was a guest. It turned out to be a postman at the post office, saying there was a registered letter from me. I was weird at the time, and people still wrote to me this year? I just remember that when I was in junior high school or high school, I probably wrote a love letter to the female classmate who had a crush on it. After I signed for it, I sat at the counter and started looking at the letter.

The contents of the envelope are simple: Zhao San antiques from the Zhao family antiques store in Shibalipu, Luoyang, Henan Province. The sender's name was not written on the envelope, but the mailing address turned out to be Taiwan Province! I thought that I did n't have any relatives or customers in Taiwan. Could it be that the ancestors of my family fled to Taiwan following the old Chiang Kai-shek and are now returning to find relatives? The poor man suddenly came back from Taiwan to a grandfather, and became rich overnight?

Open the envelope, there is a yellowed old photo, there is nothing else, I am doing antique business, that's right, but the old photo is not antique? I was still thinking about a friend who had given me a prank and left the photo aside.

The photo was very light. I lost it and flipped it over and stuck it on the table. Only then did I see that on the white bottom of the back of the photo, three words were written, shockingly red, and the red ones were blackened, as if Someone bit his finger and wrote it with blood:

help me!

Now I'm intrigued. Is this still a letter of distress for danger?

But just write to save me, I just have the ability, I do n't know which one you are, right? Do n't even know who you are, but save a fart? But still flip the photo over and study the positives.

The photos are unique black and white photos in the 1980s. At that time, how many digital cameras have the pixels of tens of millions? The facial features of the characters are very blurred, but it can still be barely identified. The eight people above stand in a row. It 's as neat as our graduation photos in elementary school. I 'm wearing a Nico coat unique to that era. This was a revolutionary costume at the time. I probably did n't see anything special and could n't figure it out, but I 'm fine now, so I took it out of the drawer. Magnifying glass, put this photo on the table and study it as antique.

The magnifying glass was moved one by one. When I saw the third person in the row, I saw the face through the magnifying glass. I was frightened by shaking my hands. This person is familiar, familiar, and familiar. You can't cook it again.

Because, he was stingy, this man is the dad I've been missing for twenty years!

I was at a loss as I was overwhelmed. When something happened, I was scared that it was a common problem of the second ancestor, and I was no exception. I immediately picked up the phone and called the first brother and second brother, saying: The speed is in my shop. It matters. thing!

Shaking my head, I just felt that a letter made my head a little dizzy. I went to the toilet and washed my face so that I could wake up a bit. The older brother and the older brother are in the west of the city and east of the city. I also understand the traffic situation in Luoyang It will be a while before I get here. Taking advantage of this time, I began to sort out the incident I encountered.

A photo of a group photo of my father and people with three blood words written on the back "Save me."

I ran back to the back room, turned it around for a long time, and found my test papers in elementary school. At that time, I had to take back the test papers and sign them to my parents. One of them was signed by my father. Up every day. However, these words can be regarded as embarrassing for a semi-illiterate who only has a third-grade culture. I put together the test papers and photos.

In fact, there is no need to compare. Finding the test paper is just to confirm my conjecture. My father's words are crooked and highly individual, that is, others cannot imitate them. Not to mention, because of industry reasons, I'm particularly sensitive to fonts and the like.

"Save me" in the photo and "Study hard and improve every day" on the test paper are obviously from his own hands.

Now it can be confirmed that this is a letter of help he wrote to me after missing for twenty years!

After the eldest brother and the second brother arrived, I took out a letter to show them, and their expressions were also very wonderful, but they were quite heavy. Even the always reckless eldest brother was smoking with a sullen head and frowning.

My elder brother picked up the envelope and looked at it for a while. He put the envelope on the table and pointed the postmark. "You see this."

I looked at it in the past, the address is a place name in Taiwan, but the problem is on the date below.

1986.05.13 This year is 2006, but the origin of the postmark is 86 years. This is a letter sent to me 20 years ago! A letter ran for 20 years on the road? !! We are more familiar with this date.

May 13, '86, this is the third day after my father left home!

I forced myself to calm down, rub my eyebrows, and reorganize what I encountered today: I received a letter from Taiwan, not to mention the strangeness of this address, and it was a letter from my father and others In the photo, the back of the photo, my father wrote three words in blood, "Save me." Seems to be asking for help. At this point, it seems normal. He has been missing for 20 years. It is normal for him to ask his son for help.

However, the letter was sent 20 years ago!

And it was exactly the three days my father disappeared!

That makes no sense, I received a letter from twenty years ago? This is ridiculous!

Take a step back and say this is a letter my father sent me 20 years ago. And on the third day after he disappeared, he did go to Taiwan. I assume that here we are facing each other. This step back is indeed a bit large. Taiwan is far from Luoyang. The efficiency of the Chinese post office is slow. But it is absolutely impossible for a letter to run on the road for twenty years!

I lit a cigarette and said to them: even if it was assumed that the road had been running for 20 years, it was established. I have only opened this shop for three years. He figured out 20 years ago that I would open this shop, and named it Zhao Jia Antiques? !!

There are too many places where normal thinking doesn't work. One by one the "assumption is true" makes me feel ridiculous.

"Save me." This should be what my father wanted to convey.

But how can I save it?

My father is missing for twenty years.

But in these two decades, we have never given up on him, not to mention, our old Zhao family, let alone the glorious life of living, at least not bad money.

Even in the past few years, we have posted people-seeking notices in many cities and broadcast advertisements in many local TV stations. This does not need to be too burdensome for how much energy and material resources are expended.

However, there is no clue at all. It's as if my dad was caught by a female alien and caught in the lineage.

Of course, aside from our own strength, we also went through other normal channels. We reported the case. If it is an ordinary people missing, the busy police comrades may just post a photo online, but I said, our old Zhao's family, in Luoyang, is equivalent to the Wangs by the ancient definition.

Even so, there is no audio.

Over time, this disappearance lasted for two decades. Although we have never given up, it was definitely not as urgent as it was at the beginning.

Until the end, we had to believe that he was dead.

It was not until I received this letter that I started to bring the whole thing up. After receiving this letter, I asked a lot of friends and people in the post office. Even they were puzzled and generally believed that it was a prank.

It's as if one of my dead parties deliberately made fun of me.

A letter disturbed my calm mind. But life will not continue? And although the letter was quite strange from the postmark to the date to the address, it did not give us any clear clues except that it rekindled the enthusiasm for finding our father. And the incident that happened later has a little connection with the incident 20 years ago.

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