The Lost Tomb : Tibetan Sea Flower

Chapter 22: Summoning Fatty

I lit a cigarette and knew that many things were inevitable. It was time to make a choice.

I made an important phone call in a small bar below the mountain. I say small bar, but it was actually a small room decorated as a bar, with many pictures of tourists posted on the wall. There were even many of the drinks that could be found outside of the mountain, along with scented candles and some other things that should be in a bar, but they were all very expensive. A can of beer that was originally sold for a few yuan cost 30 yuan here. In this season, many charcoal fires were burning, and people were crowding around them in twos and threes, chatting about various stories.

Although it was afternoon, the whole room was very dark and there were only two kinds of light sources: the charcoal fires and candle light. The light reflected by metal and glass utensils flickered everywhere, creating a favorable and stable atmosphere. As a result, the call I made took a lot longer than expected.

On the other end of the phone was Fatty, who was thousands of kilometers away. The temperature on his end should have been very high, and I could feel it coming out of the phone from the tone of his voice alone.

After I separated from Fatty, I seldom contacted him at first, because it was really difficult to get hold of him in Banai. When I called there, Agui always answered and I asked him to tell Fatty to call me back, but Fatty never did.

In that state, I was actually quite afraid that he would call back, because there were too many memories I couldn't face, so I was relieved that he didn't call back. In this way, it wasn't until half a year later that Fatty and I reconnected. It was gratifying that his condition was much better and he was able to make some jokes.

After that, I contacted him about once a week, and he became more and more relaxed. I tried to get him to leave Guangxi, but this problem seemed to always make him feel bad. When it came to this, he would always joke about it and say that he was living well with his father-in-law. There were many people there who wanted to be his father-in-law, so he wasn't willing to come back at such a time.

Later, I didn't force myself, but I still hoped my phone calls would bring him some modern flavor, so that he wouldn't indulge in the life of Yaozhai's idle clouds and wild cranes. When he decided to leave, he would be able to understand what was happening in this society.

With this call, I told Fatty what I found here. He became very excited when he heard I found the portrait of Little Brother, which made me a little proud.

It turned out that he either still had passion in his heart, or the positive side of his heart had been restored, but he wasn't willing to admit it.

I thought this was the case at first, but as I chatted with him, I found that there was something a bit wrong with his excitement. Listening to his tone, it didn't seem to be because he was interested in what I said, but as if he heard something from my words, and was thinking and doubting.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked him. "Tch, spit it out. Don't tell me you're eating yellow mud snails while talking?"

"There's really no such thing here. I heard what you said, and don't think things are quite right. But maybe I'm over-thinking it."

"What do you mean something isn't right?" I asked, "Nothing's happened to me here. Although it's not as comfortable and humid as Banai, it's not any worse if you're looking to escape from the world. And don't say that I'm being willfully blind."

"Indeed, our family's Mr. Naive is a fresh and clean refined little master, a surpassingly beautiful [1] young public figure, going anywhere and everywhere to launch his studies of Lei Feng's [2] activities. Don't hold Hangzhou's West Lake in comparison to Banai, but say that Motuo is the mother, and Buddha said: Leifeng Pagoda will fall eventually." [3]