Seeing that my father was so upright, I couldn't refute him anymore, so I had to say, "Then according to your opinion, does grandpa have special functions or is it because of some other method?"

"It doesn't seem right to say that it is a special function, because your grandfather didn't show any movement at that time, so he just sat there so naturally, and it seemed that he really didn't do anything!"

"The so-called special functions that are often said to be miraculous in society seem to have some kind of 'gong', that is, people who have this ability will make some moves in advance or have the necessary preparations to do. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info But your grandfather didn't move at all!" The father frowned and continued: "If you want to say that it is the legendary qigong and other divine skills, but I don't seem to have heard of the qi function to resist the shot of bullets!

I also began to wonder, not because of my grandfather's strange behavior, but because I thought my father was lying! After thinking for a while, I asked again, "Dad, didn't you try it yourself? What kind of feeling was that?"

My father thought about it first, and then said: "I didn't believe in what was in front of me at the time, and I felt that your grandfather was fooling me, so when he asked me to try, I didn't dare to take risks, and the strength was very small, and I also made a plan to stop the knife." ”

I didn't say anything, but kept staring at my father, hoping to find some clues from his look.

But my father's expression did not change at all, and he continued to speak very seriously: "Just when my knife was still more than ten centimeters away from your grandfather's hand, I felt as if the knife had been cut on an iron plate, as if your grandfather's arm was wrapped in a thick layer of armor! ”

I noticed that my father's expression was always very normal, and when he said these words, his eyes did not even change, and suddenly a very strange feeling welled up in my heart, and my intuition told me that my father should not be lying!

"I'm absolutely sure of that!" said the father at last.

I didn't dare to ask any more questions, fearing that my father would find out my secret, so I immediately diverted the topic: "I didn't expect my grandfather to be so powerful! Why didn't he give you this method?"

I was just casually diverting my father's attention, and I didn't want to divert it too obviously, so I said this. But my father's next account caused me to have other doubts, which I had mentioned at the beginning of my father's hearing, but I didn't care because I suspected him of lying.

Father said: "Your grandfather said that at this time, only the heir selected by Grandpa is eligible, and I am not!" After speaking, my father smiled bitterly.

"Pull it down, the more you talk, the more you talk about it!" I deliberately glanced at my father, "Then according to you, who is the heir in our family?"

Father snorted coldly and said, "Since your grandfather said that this is a family secret, only the heir knows who he wants to pass it on." Obviously, that's not something we should know!"

"Besides, your grandfather also said that you should not make a public statement at this time, otherwise it will bring disaster to the whole family! If it weren't for your grandfather's ignorance of me, I guess I would never have known. He must have no choice but to do it, after all, I am his son, and he risked leaking secrets for me!"

"Even so, I only know these furs, it seems that this so-called secret is really possible, and his old man's original advice may not really be exaggerated, so you are the same, this matter is over today!

I saw that he was very careful, so I had to nod, and at the same time smiled maliciously: "Dad, according to the practice of ancestors, it is generally the eldest son who has the opportunity to become the heir, don't be you!"

My father glared at me fiercely: "Stinky boy, you don't even doubt your own son!?Your grandfather has six children, how do I know who? Anyway, it's not you and me, otherwise I wouldn't have told you this!"

I understood his feelings, so I smiled mysteriously at him again and said softly: "Dad, don't be too disappointed, although you have not become the heir, some things are purely burdens, and nothing is much better than owning!"

My father sighed, looked at me, and didn't answer.

I said, "How do you know that my son and I are not the heir?" and smiled and winked at him.

In fact, this move is just to comfort my father, in addition, there is another reason why I did this, because I want to thoroughly investigate what kind of Laoshzi secret the Qi family has, if I admit that I am the heir, then what I do in the future My father will definitely not interfere!

And I know very well that if I say this, my father will definitely think that I am the real heir. Because the more plausible and half-true this statement is, the more people can believe it, not to mention that I am his son, and I will not deliberately lie to him.

In that case, as long as he can have this idea, I will be able to act more conveniently in the future. After a little contemplation, I had an abacus in my heart.

So he said: "Dad, you can't tell anyone about this anymore, grandpa's words are really not alarmist." Moreover, this matter will be passed down from generation to generation, and its purpose is to prevent it from being useless in life at all, and it will not produce any bad consequences! But once it leaks out, our family may really be in danger! Therefore, you have actually violated your grandfather's teachings today!"

My father was a dutiful son, and when he heard me say this, he became more and more sure that I was my grandfather's successor, and immediately said with a happy face, "This is natural!

I smiled, noncommittal, and said in my heart, Daddy, I can't help it, your son, I fooled you this time.

But my father didn't stop there, and continued: "No wonder you rushed back overnight after receiving my call, and besides, your grandfather said a few words to you when he was dying!"

As soon as he said this, I was overjoyed, it was really a coincidence, and it was crooked!

At that moment, he gave his father another reassurance: "So, what grandpa said, you don't care!"

My father looked at me with a smile, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You and I are also people who have seen the world!"

"That's, what kind of person are you, these things are not a thing at all!" I quickly chimed in.

Then, father and son continued their work without further ado.

While I was sweeping the floor, my heart was tumbling over: I had experienced those bizarre things before, and now I really have some kind of unrecognizable connection with my family, it seems that it is really time to investigate!

From my grandmother's legend about the family, I have long felt that something is wrong, and then there are so many fragments that cannot be linked together, and today's description of my father, although I still have no clue, but I have already determined to find out.

Just as I was thinking nonsense, my father on the side suddenly said, "Xiaoyu, look, do you want to replace the painting on this wall?"

When I heard this, I saw my father pointing to a painting on the wall and looking at me: "This painting is also a few years old, and it has turned yellow." Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming, it should be replaced with a new one!"

This painting is all too familiar to me, it is indeed some years old, because it has been there for as long as I can remember.

The room we were in was where my grandparents lived, and I remember when I was very young, my aunt and uncle lived in the upstairs room, and my grandparents always lived in this room and never changed rooms.

The painting hangs on the north wall, and below it is a table against the wall with three benches. There was a thermos and some cutlery on the table, as well as an electric fan. These are the things that my grandparents used when they were alive, and they are still kept because they can still be used.

This painting is very common in that era, the background is a big plane, it should be the scene of the airport, the first on the left is Mr. Zhu, the second on the left is Mr. Zhou, the first on the right is Mr. Liu, the second on the right is Grandpa Mao, Mr. Zhou is still holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and it looks like Mr. Zhou and others are greeting Grandpa Mao at the airport. There is also a line of words below the painting: Comrade Grandpa Mao, Comrade Zhou, Comrade Liu, and Comrade Zhu together!

I was very impressed by this painting because I saw it almost every day when I was a child, so I didn't feel superfluous at all. Moreover, this kind of painting was available in many people's homes at that time, and it was very ordinary.

"Climb up and remove it, and sweep the dust off the wall by the way!" commanded the father.

I put down the broom, climbed onto the table, first removed the spider silk on the wall, and then found a corner of the painting that had been turned up, and when I pulled it hard, the painting was torn off, and suddenly a lot of dust was raised, and several pieces of the wall were also peeled off together. Maybe it's a little old, the gray wall is old, and there are three pieces of it that have been peeled off, at least the size of a palm.

The father yelled from below, "You can't be light, it's all dirt!"

I snorted: "I used a bit of force just now, and several pieces of the gray wall have fallen off!"

The father snorted and said, "How old are you, and you're still so careless!" and quickly put away the things on the table.

I also hurriedly cleaned up.

The father looked at the gray wall and said, "When the cleaning is finished, you can get some mortar putty in the afternoon and make up the place!"

I nodded hurriedly.

There weren't many things in the old house, and my father and I moved quickly, and we finished cleaning up before lunch.

After lunch, my father helped me mix some mortar and went out to help people dry the pond. I took tools and mortar putty and went alone to the old house to mend the wall.

When I got to that room, I spread a layer of newspaper on the table so that I wouldn't get dirt all over the place. Then he began to work as his father had told him.

I first used a special small shovel to carefully remove some of the walls that were about to fall off in the place to be repaired, and it was smooth at first, I don't know if it was careless, or the gray wall was too old, and suddenly, the whole gray wall in the position of the sticker fell off, revealing the green bricks behind......