The May air was already filled with the smell of spring wind, the sparrows were chattering and standing in the treetops, the grass and trees in the mountains were rejuvenated, but they were still not full of greenery, and with a cough, the birds in the treetops flew away, as if they had fulfilled the purpose for which they were here.

Looking inside, inside the open door of the longhouse was an emaciated old man, leaning on the kotatsu, and from his demeanor and the muscles on his body, it was clear that this was a weathered old gentleman. He stretched out his hand that was covering his mouth, and his wrist shook slightly.

Kneeling beside the old man was a sturdy man, who looked quite young, estimated to be in his twenties, and the sweat on his face was proof that he was still exercising until now.

"Jianming, grandpa knows that the time is almost up, and you have to listen carefully to what I want to say next. ”

"Hmm" was a short sound.

"Grandpa knows that you are a good boy, since you were eleven years old, you have been with me on the mountain, although your parents are long gone, but don't resent the gods...... It has always been ...... It's what we owe to them, you learned so much from your grandfather, you grew up in the mountains, you are calm, you are steady, this is all a good thing, but you are more like them than people, this is not something you deserve at your age, after I die...... You just go down the mountain...... It's time too......"

"But" was a short sound.

"It's okay, I know it, after I leave, you call this and tell them that you are a descendant of Lingshan, ask for a job, at least to meet your food and clothing, you speak straightforwardly, and always say what you think directly, which is also a good thing, but some people outside are unwilling to listen to the truth, and they have nothing to do with you, remember not to get involved too much. ”

"Grandpa has known too many things in his life, has done too many things, and has seen too many people, it is a blessing to have a good ending, the time is almost up, and you must keep the last three things in mind. ”

First, always remember your training

Second, treat things other than people equally

Three, don't hate...... god

'......' Jianming wanted to say something, but he choked up for a long time, and the person who could listen to him was no longer there.

In May, the breeze that should have brought warmth was a little cool

Jianming was hungry, he got up and went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of dried noodles, without adding any seasonings, but this clear water somen noodles tasted particularly salty.

After the sound of the collision of dishes and chopsticks, the air was quiet again, Jianming sat outside the porch, watching the sunset gradually sinking, at this moment, he seemed to be one with nature, until nightfall, he patted his knees, buried his last loved one in the world, into the pure land in the backyard.

An ordinary face, a pair of delicate eyes opened, every time this time Jianming will wake up, he is used to it, he wanted to lie down for a while, but remembered what his grandfather said [people have a strong desire, cherish time], so he cheered up, picked up the phone next to him, and ...... Honk...... The phone rang twice and was answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello, I want to get a job with you, do you have any vacancies?"

"Well, yes, what?"

"I'm ...... Lingshan's ...... Descendants, Jianming doesn't know what this Lingshan represents. ”

"Okay, let's try it, who are you?"

"I'm ...... The people of Jingdeshan. ”

"Good...... I'll see...... The one you got to in S City...... Go inside Hutong Avenue, turn left from KFC at the intersection, turn left and turn left again, and then go to the second floor of McDonald's. ”

"Okay, I'll make a note of it...... What's the name of your company?"

"Just call us [Agency], what's your name?"

"My name is ...... Long Jianming. ”

After a period of greetings, Jianming held a confusing address in his hand, he no longer had much hope for this so-called [institution], but he had been listening to his grandfather's words, he had always listened, he had listened before, he listened to it now, and he would listen to it in the future.

With a heavy heart, pack your bags, the morning sun is particularly dazzling, Jianming stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking back at the place where he grew up for more than ten years, the floor of the house is bright and reflective, the furniture is neat and spotless, there are many new shoots on the trees in the courtyard, and the stone bench under the tree, the chessboard is covered with dust.

Grandpa he ...... Who is the cloth waiting for?

No longer thinking about unanswered questions, Jianming repeatedly repeated the three things explained by his grandfather in his heart, and walked away.

After half an hour, the white child in the corner of the chessboard reflected the light of the sun. A female voice rang out in the empty longhouse.

"Hey, I won. ”

Half as long as earlobes, half as short as scalp hair, ordinary faces and delicate eyes, looking at the gravel road under his feet.

The black short-sleeved shirt was worn by the teenager to make a tight effect, and the outer jacket chain was open, and the teenager in pitch black was strolling on the mountain path.

The way down the mountain...... It's really not that far............ I haven't seen anyone for so long, maybe grandpa has his own way......

In less than twenty minutes, Jianming had already walked to the foot of the mountain, except for the gravel and weeds on the mountain, there was really nothing unusual, Jianming pushed aside the weeds in front of him, and what appeared in front of him was a grave.

There is nothing unusual about graves, there are graveyards everywhere at the foot of the mountain, and among the dozens of tombstones, there is a young girl crying.

Crying and mourning was nothing unusual, but there was still a person standing next to the girl, which aroused Jianming's interest.

The man was not too tall, only about 1.75 meters, a man in his early twenties, with coiled hair, a blue robe, his hands behind his back, and a floating ...... around his waist It's a Taoist priest...... Jianming has heard these things from his grandfather.

The girl's appearance is mediocre, not a face that can leave an impression, Lisuo's short hair, dressed in black, it is estimated that her relatives have just passed away, although it can't be said that the pear blossoms bring rain, but five minutes have passed since Jianming looked at it, the tears on the girl's face have not stopped, her body is still trembling, and the tears are moistening the ground in front of the grave drop by drop along her cheeks.

Ordinary people don't come forward to talk, but Jianming and ordinary people have nothing to do with these three words, there are things he is interested in, he will ask, he will visit, he will inquire until he understands.

"Girl, what's going on?"

The outspoken Jianming is very bad at talking.

The girl was still crying quietly, but the Taoist priest on the side turned around.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, let's talk about the poor road, it just so happens that the poor road also happens to pass by here......"

"Poor Dao was entrusted to come here today, seeing this woman kneeling here and crying, so I came here to inquire, this woman's parents died in an accident not long ago, and the family has been more strange recently...... A week ago, when his mother had just died, she always felt that someone was calling her name when she went to bed in the middle of the night, but when she woke up, she found that there was nothing but her dog wagging its tail beside the bed, and after this happened again and again, the woman had insomnia, but three days ago it was even more strange, the first night, she heard her dog barking at the door, and the next night it was the same, when she used to try to appease the dog...... The dog just barked at the door in a low voice, staring intently, last night...... The dog barks not at the door, but in his room, at his door...... This girl is the only one in the family and her dog, and she is frightened, I don't know what happened to her parents, or if she wants to turn to her deceased parents for help, so she came here today to cry non-stop...... So Poor Dao planned to go home with her to have a look, and I don't know if I can solve my problems......"

"It's all in this age, what can a peachwood sword and a few ghost drawing talismans solve?"