"How is it possible, Zhang Chengzhu is such a lone seedling, he must have left that thing to his son. ”

"Could it be that thing on his son?"

"Go to Nima, you will bring that thing with you every day, you are the man who goes down the well all day long, and your brain is broken. ”

This sentence was said by Liu Genshe.

I looked through the crack in the window, and in the faint moonlight, I saw Liu Genshe kicking the hook of an old man beside him.

This kick was not light, and it kicked the old man back several steps.

"Don't quarrel a few times, the man said, this thing is a set, it is worth it only when it is gathered, no matter what you do, the six of us have to take back the things in Zhang Chengzhu's hand. ”

"How can you take it? Everyone else is dead, why don't you go to the mountain and dig him out again and ask him?"

Through the window, I saw that Liu Genshe was also anxious and said to an old man.

"There is no one in this cave, so let's dig up the grave of Zhang Chengzhu and his mother, and no longer on the living, but on the dead." ”

Drafted!

Is this what people say?

I clutched the stick in my hand and repeated in my mind over and over again that I need to be calm.

Liu Genshe and they are overwhelming, and at this moment, even if my heart is like a burning child, I have to endure it.

Since there is Liu Genshe in it, then the five old miners who came to my old kiln to collect debts from me before must be with Liu Genshe.

Combined with the appearance of the six people entering my old kiln before, plus the scene I see now.

I'm even more sure of my previous idea.

My dad must have left me something amazing, otherwise Liu Genshen would risk being discovered by me and rush to turn over my old kiln?

No, I can't let them rummage in my old kiln anymore, in case, what if they really turn it out?

I must think of a way, a way to get them to leave the old kiln and not go up the mountain to dig my grave.

At this moment, I can't wait for what kind of Wenqu star I am.

"It's not good to dig people's graves, after all, we and Zhang Chengzhu are also acquaintances, and I can't do this kind of lack of morality. ”

In my eagerness, I suddenly heard a beautiful word.

That's right, at this moment, this person, whoever he is, said this sentence, it is beautiful in my heart.

"Lack of morality, labor and management see that you are lacking in heart, that thing, we have been looking for a buyer for many years, you don't know the situation of Sazi, and now there is finally someone who dares to buy what we have in our hands, what the hell will you tell labor and management about the lack of morality. Labor and management get out of you. ”

This voice is the same voice that came up with the idea to dig up my grave.

Wait for the labor-management, don't give the labor-management an order, and the labor-management will serve you two bricks if you have a single order.

Jingle bells, and a crisp sound suddenly sounded in my black-lit old kiln.

Through the crack in the window, I vaguely saw an old man standing next to Liu Genshe taking out a mobile phone from his trouser pocket.

The old man picked up the phone and kept humming it in his mouth for a while before putting it down.

"Let's go, that buyer wants to see us and go to the county seat. ”

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a rush of footsteps.

They're leaving!

I quickly squatted behind a broken clay jar in front of the old kiln.

I watched the six men hurry down the hill until I could no longer hear their footsteps, and I stood up.

What the hell is it? Where the hell did my dad hide that thing?

I walked into the old kiln step by step, turned on the electric light, and looked at the mess in the old kiln, Liu Genshe and they went to the county seat to meet the buyers, and I only had this one night's chance.

If I hadn't found it that night, my dad and my grandmother would have died and wouldn't be able to rest in peace.

He bent down and picked up a broken wooden bench.

A small notebook slipped out of my trouser pocket.

The ledger, this little notebook is the ledger that my dad left for me.

The ledger slipped out of my pants pocket and spread out on the floor.

The light bulbs in the room were dangling on the beams, and I picked up the ledger spread out on the floor, and a piece of paper, a folded boxy piece of paper, slipped out of the side of the ledger's foreskin.

I instinctively picked up the folded boxy piece of paper and opened it.

"Suicide note!"

What caught my eye were these two crooked little words.

Suicide note, this is the suicide note that my dad left me.

I couldn't help but be surprised.

"Baby, Dad left, left something for you, and Dad hid it under the big clay jar in front of the kiln. ”

"Dad's life has killed two mothers-in-law, I can't bear it, baby, Dad's sorry for you. ”

Two short sentences, but I read it more than ten times.

That's all there was in the suicide note my dad left me.

I could read between the lines of my dad's struggle with emotion.

After refolding my father's suicide note, I took a deep breath and walked towards the broken clay jar outside the old kiln.

It turned out that the thing was buried under here, and I couldn't complain, Liu Genshe and I couldn't find it.

In my heart, I praised my father's wisdom and wisdom, lifted his breath, breathed, and with the sound of a clay pot falling to the ground, the broken clay pot completed its mission and died heroically.

The clay pot shattered, and the broken tiles collapsed, but what about the things?

Where's what my dad left me?

I bent down and peeled off the tiles with my hands, but all I could see was the damp earth.

The lights in the old kiln were on, and through the light of the papier-mâché windows, I saw a pointed object in the damp earth.

It's like a bamboo shoot growing through the ground.

A white cloth horn, I suddenly came to my senses when I saw this white cloth horn peeking out of the ground.

I stretched out my ten fingers and began to dig for a while, until the corner of the white cloth showed a length that I could hold in one palm, and I stopped digging the soil.

Holding the corners of the white cloth with both hands, I pulled hard and didn't pull out the white cloth wrapped in the soil.

I was not reconciled, and then I used my strength to feed, and half-bent over and grabbed the white cloth horn like pulling a turnip.

Bang Dang!

The white cloth wrap was finally pulled out of the dirt, and I fell on my heel because I had used too much force.

I feel a pain in the back of my head, I feel a pain in the hook, it's not a thing with me.

All I had in my eyes was the white cloth in my hand.

Getting up from the ground, I opened the white cloth wrap with a speed of picking up my mother-in-law's clothes, with a lightning speed.

The white cloth wrap was opened, but I was so stunned.

What the hell did my dad leave me?

Can this be called a baby?