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I asked Ah Ye to hand it over to the three of them. One is honest and straightforward, one is hot, and the other is quiet and introductive. The appearance of the three of them gradually came alive in my mind.

It's a mud monkey.

I buckled the box and closed my eyes.

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

I regret my despicable thoughts.

When Ah Ye was seriously ill and I had nothing to do, it wasn't that I didn't regret it. At that time, I thought that if I hadn't given all the medicine to the three children, even if I had left one and a half pills, Ah Ye would have a little more hope of living.

But now, the medicine that was given away back then has come back unexpectedly.

And it came back to me when I needed it most.

In order to avoid my embarrassment, the mud monkey with gray hair on the sideburns quietly left the medicine and left.

He recognized me, saw that the long night had become a serious illness, and tried to keep us overnight, just to have time to brew this goodbye.

If he takes this medicine by himself, he will be able to live for at least seventeen or eighteen years in good health.

For mortals, immortality is an eternal wish, and if this cannot be achieved, it is good to live a few more years.

I have read many books and seen many emperors do everything to live a long life. In contrast, the behavior of the mud monkeys shocked me even more. remembered the despicable thoughts that were born when he was powerless in the face of Ah Ye's illness, and felt even more ashamed.

As soon as the sky dawned, many vendors gathered outside the city gate to sell vegetables. One of them, a one-armed old man with a package on his back, calmly blended into the crowd.

"Why did my brother go to the city?"

A talkative vegetable seller asked.

"Look at the children and the old wife. ”

The old man with a load of fresh vegetables was about to say something, but he saw the door creak open, and many people rushed towards the door.

He didn't care about greeting Zhou Liang anymore, so he hurriedly squeezed forward, striving to occupy a favorable position in the market for a while.

There was a commotion in the city.

The shouting, the child's crying, the woman's cursing mingled.

Zhou Liang didn't realize it, and walked through the noisy street by himself, towards an alley in the north of the city.

It was where he used to live, and the house was still fine, but it had accumulated a layer of dust and a few cobwebs.

He hit the net on the door, pushed it open, and saw the memories of the past.

The fierce wife was busy in the house, and a pair of children chased each other from one side of the house to the other.

In the blur of tears, I saw the scene in front of me clearly.

Where are wives and children?

But it was a ruin.

He struggled to fetch the water and began to clean it up inside and out.

Once, he didn't want to touch these memories, so he went to the cottage alone.

Now, the cottage has ushered in its true owner, and it is time for him to return to where he should go.

He had a hunch that his end was approaching, so he was even more eager to come back and have a look.

There is no place more suitable for him to grow old than here.

In this house, he sent away a pair of children and a wife who had been with him for many years. Now, he was dying, and there was no one to see him off.

Come to think of it, it's sadly tight.

Life is a long time ago.

Except for those friends in the army who had lost contact, his friends in his youth, and his relatives in middle age, each of them went before him. Now, it will be his turn, and when the time comes, who will bury that handful of soil and cry for him?

Huh——

Life——

I can't tell whether there was more bitterness or sorrow in that long time.

He was a young man with a detached temperament, a little impatient, and when he arrived in the army, he often fought with people because of his fiery temper, but over time, he also gained some friends with similar personalities. But those friends have almost been consumed in the successive battles. The rest were either missing arms or crippled legs, and after returning to their hometowns, the roads and letters were blocked, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

It's the end of my life.

Zhou Liang leaned in front of the door and watched the sunset slowly move from the threshold to the outside.

The day slipped away in a hurry.

I can't catch it.

Even if it is sad and sad, it will not stay for you at all.

Zhou Liang: He fell into the past again.

He found himself reminiscing about the past easily lately, perhaps because of the old man dying. Scenes in the past, like a marquee, are often triggered by a serial playback button by chance. The details that he once ignored also surfaced clearly one by one.

The sleepy and funny days in the cottage, the drowsy summer, and the cold and gentle hand that the gentleman suddenly stretched out could hold his head that was about to be knocked on the table...... The third son looked at the book quietly, the sixth son frowned, he didn't have a lot of brains, so once he learned something new, his bitter nose and eyebrows were wrinkled together, but even so, the sixth son was extremely serious and patient...... Ah Ye held the pen, the ink on the tip of the pen fell on the paper and blurred, he didn't realize it, he still looked at the unknown distance with his eyes open......

Zhou Liang remembered that later Mr. gave them a scientific name. The mud monkey is his nickname, and the name hasn't been taken yet. According to the order of the names of his uncle's cousins, he should be called Zhou Dadi, Zhou Shanpo and the like.

The gentleman said that he would take a nice name and gave them three choices, one to ride the wind, one to break the waves, and one to be a pillar.

He chose the one that sounded the most grandiose - the pillars. Whose house doesn't have supporting beams? Mr. said that the beams that support the country are called pillars. He felt that the name was imposing just by sounding and full of energy.

The sixth son chose to break the waves, and the third son chose to ride the wind, he is a pillar. At that time, he felt that no wind or waves were as magnificent as his beams.

Liang Zi is very important, the foundation of a house is supported by Liang Zi, and the foundation of a country is supported by him, because he is the pillar of the country.

At that time, when I was young and had little knowledge, it was easy to be proud.

But now it's not going to work, old man, I can't be proud, and I can't move.

He now looks at his own name, which is no different from looking at the name of his cousin. Zhou Shanpo, Zhou Dadi, and Zhou Dongliang.

It's the same.

It makes no difference.

His name is Dongliang, and he didn't become a pillar in the end.

In the same way, the cousin who is called a hillside and an earth has not become a hillside or a piece of earth. But they died a few years ago, turned into a pile of loess, and finally merged with the land they never left in their lives.

Maybe there's a difference.

Zhou Liang rubbed his dizzy head.

Maybe it's because when he was young, the blood of his fists always preceded his brain, so when he was old, he would calm down and think about some inexplicable questions, sometimes he could get answers, sometimes he couldn't.