Chapter 2, another photograph

I was somewhat surprised that the old man knew my name, but I instinctively replied: "My grandfather named me before I was born."

He seemed to want to say something again, but it was as if there was something urgent that could not allow him to be delayed even for a second. Then he just nodded at me knowingly and quickly walked out the main door. At that moment, I unfolded the small note he had given me, which had a string of Arabic numerals written in pen: 02359

I gazed thoughtfully at these numbers, truly unable to fathom any connection between them. However, seeing the old man's hurried demeanor, he still took the time to hand me this note, indicating that this string of numbers must hold some significance. Could it be that these numbers are related to Wang Aiguo? Why does Wang Aiguo's name appear in that strange photograph? What connection does my grandfather's disappearance have with this entire matter regarding the *picture* and *book*? Everything in my mind was filled with questions, occasionally punctuated by exclamations!

At that moment, A-Liang entered and asked with concern, "What happened? Why is there still someone guarding the entrance and not allowing anyone to come in and refill your tea?"

Since childhood, I have been fascinated by strange and unusual tales. Although I never met my grandfather, I was raised by my grandmother. She would always tell me many bizarre stories. From mythological tales to everyday oddities, I believed I had a certain ability to relieve the pressure of understanding various incomprehensible matters. However, today I first encountered an animal that could float in the sky, and then I was told that there is a place where, overnight, it can transform from blazing sunshine to a snowy landscape. This has greatly impacted my understanding. However, today I first encountered an animal that could float in the sky, and then I was told that there is a place where, overnight, it can transform from blazing sunshine to a snowy landscape. This has greatly impacted my understanding

There is nothing much going on. My grandfather's old comrade from m.hetushu.com has come to visit, and I do not wish to be disturbed by others. Please step outside for a moment; I have some matters to attend to. Aliang, understanding the situation, poured another cup of tea and then closed the door as he left. Before I could sit down, he hurried back in. "Young Master, the Fourth Master has arrived and said you should hurry up and go out." My grandfather has a total of six children, five sons and one daughter. He is the second eldest, and the youngest is my aunt. They all live in the countryside because they are not accustomed to city life. Only our family and the Fourth Master reside in the city, and the Fourth Master is usually the closest to us.

I hurried outside and saw Fourth Master standing at the door in a Tang suit. When he saw me come out, he waved his hand to signal me to hurry and then turned to walk out. I immediately quickened my pace to catch up with him and asked, "Fourth Master, what is so urgent that you need to find me? Is your electricity and *computer* broken again?"

The old man looked at me for a while before slowly picking up the pen: "Don't be too surprised, this is indeed the scene that can only be transformed in a day. Young man, do you know why this is the case? Take two photos and examine them carefully. See what the differences are besides the heavy snow."

Fourth Uncle quickly said without raising his head: "Hurry up and get in the car, we don't have much time left..."

Report, Chief, you have a call on Line 0! A moment of silence was suddenly shattered by a loud shout. The old man quickly put away the papers from our conversation and packed the photographs into his bag. He then hurriedly took out one of the snow photos and placed it face down on the table as if he wanted me to notice something. He gestured for me to take a look. I leaned in closely and focused my gaze; it seemed that a date was written in the lower right corner of the photo, presumably indicating the time it was taken. However, due to the age of the photo and the illegible handwriting, it was indeed difficult to discern. Yet, the time clearly bore the name of the person who signed it: Wang Aiguo

The second photo depicts a scene of midsummer, forming a stark contrast with the first one. I now feel like a monk who cannot comprehend the meaning of his own thoughts. Is it possible for a place to transform rapidly from summer to winter in just one day? Such an occurrence is not only unseen but also unheard of.

Is this a game of finding differences? Has it started to look for discrepancies? The more I thought about it, the stranger it became, so I quickly picked up two photos to compare. Both photos were taken from a low angle, and it seemed that the shooting point was in the same position. The range of the landscape and the size of the objects in the photos were identical. If I had to point out a difference, it would be the object that appeared to be floating in the air in the first photo. I pointed to that peculiar sight in the first photo from the book, and the old man nodded in agreement. If I had to say there was a difference, it was that object floating in the air in the first photo. I pointed to that strange sight in the first photo from the book again, and the old man nodded in acknowledgment, then picked up a pen and wrote: "We suspect this sight is related to it! Over the past few decades, this sight has appeared in seven locations, and if you connect the places where it has appeared, what do you think it resembles? It looks like a dragon soaring into the sky. Moreover, in the places where it appears, a series of strange events occur, not extensive but enough to catch our attention." At this point, he paused, glanced at the watch on his left wrist, and seemed a bit anxious, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

The old man saw me looking and quickly put the photo away again, then said towards the door: "Xiao Wu, wait in the car for a moment, I will be right there." Saying this, he walked over to my side, stuffed a note into my hand, and then quickly walked towards the door. Suddenly stopping at the entrance, he turned back and asked me, who was in a daze: "Who gave you the name Li Xinghe?"