The first chapter
Strange island, South Shore, sunny today
Shiyu, Snow, a small blue gray station wagon, parked in the driveway in front of the zebra crossing, wait for a few people, through a street intersection, fiercely scream and a foot pedal old car parked at the gate of the BU zone, the post office.
BU the shopping square, the front door on the left side of the narrow gate, through the long tunnel, a row of big red paint stick a mailbox, closely display into distance, tidy founder, code as the iron wall of blood.
The 16164, snow read aloud: fire on the mountain, the I ching, said a fire on the mountain, the like of traveler.
Shiyu, our mailbox code destined for writes a trip today.
Shiyu nod, finger across a mailbox above metal digital coding.
BU area all year rental public mailbox here, people don't want to mail in residential address, iron mailbox and lease the post office.
Copper key in the lock hole of toothed turned a circle, square on the grid smacked small iron gate opened.
A KAN city news occupies more than half of the space, Shiyu pinch out, cast into the side of the small square table, the same several books have been being there, casually, messy, fold, without opening the plastic cover, gleaming reflects, jump in the sun.
Light into the email, a letter quietly lying down at the bottom, Snow to knead it in my hand, lock the box.
Opened the envelope, it is a piece of the ownership of the vehicle to prove: Toyota estima, 1992, nine van station wagon, in 2005, northern port registration of imports, a total of 12 before the owner.
Now owned FREE HOUSE.
"Good" Snow said: "FREE HOUSE is its 13th owners."
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