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I found out the parcel was lost on a gloomy afternoon. The voice on the other end of the phone was mechanical and indifferent, like a programmed machine, repeating words like "sorry," "unable to track," and "recommend reporting to the police." I hung up the phone and walked to the window, looking at the gray sky outside. In March in Tokyo, the air is filled with an indescribable dampness and a scent of decay.

老李头，原先是养蜂的。他那点儿蜜，甜得齁嗓子，带着股子山野的清香。可如今，老李头不养蜂了，改在郑州东站卖蜜。倒不是他不想养，是那蜂儿，都快绝了种。没了蜜蜂，他这手艺，也就成了空壳。

李红旗觉得自己像个被反复揉搓的破抹布，拧不出水，也擦不干净任何东西。他站在曾经工作的小学门口，面前摆着个小摊，上面堆满了花花绿绿的火鸡面包装袋。孩子们放学了，像一群被放出笼子的麻雀，叽叽喳喳地朝他涌来。

十年前，成都的街头，还弥漫着一股慢悠悠的茶馆味儿。那时候，谭乔还不是“谭sir”，只是个喜欢在路口跟人“摆龙门阵”的普通交警。谁能想到，十年后，这个名字会裹挟着流量的巨浪，在互联网的漩涡里翻滚沉浮。