I said: There is nothing else written on the epitaph, just the name of Liu Longshan, and the words 1986. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It stands to reason that the time written on the epitaph should be the time when it was buried there. But that's not what you said.

My father lit another cigarette and asked me, "Where is the grave?"

I said: In the primeval jungle of Xishuangbanna, in two days I am going to pick up the bones inside, decorate them, and bury them properly.

Father nodded. With a puzzled face, he said: You were born in ninety. I took you to take a photo when you were one year old in '91, and I sighed at the time, saying that it was a pity that I couldn't let your grandfather see you with his own eyes. Later, on the way back, your grandmother told me herself. Your grandfather isn't dead, but won't let me tell anyone else the news.

"In other words, the news that my grandfather is not dead, and only my grandmother and you know about it, right?"

My dad nodded.

I asked, "Then why did Grandma tell you not to tell anyone?" Zhuang Liver Jidi.

Father said: This is not clear, your grandmother said that this was ordered by your grandfather, and you can't tell anyone the news that he is not dead, and your grandmother also saw that I was too sad at that time, so she told me in private.

What my father said was what happened in '91, when I was only one year old, and I was waiting to be fed, so I don't know what memories I had of it, and I don't know what it was like to take pictures at that time.

But since my grandfather is not dead, why only contact my grandmother instead of returning home? Who does he not want to see? Or is there something unspeakable?

I'm a cranky person, and I remember a story. There was a soldier who died on the battlefield. His comrades-in-arms were afraid that his parents would be sad, so they sent letters to his home every month in his tone. And the parents of the soldiers who died on the battlefield always thought that their son was still alive, but they didn't have time to go home, and this lie was deceived until the parents were old and died. But the parents remained convinced that their son was still alive.

Could it be that my grandfather has died a long time ago, but the person who contacted my grandmother was a friend of my grandfather?

I told my father about the possibility. My father shook his head and said: The men in our family are all stupid, starting from your grandfather, to me, to you, their heads are not very bright, but the women we marry are all good at the head, your grandmother, your mother, are all smart people. I also once asked your grandma, asked if your grandpa was really alive or not, and if so, why didn't he come back and see?

I said, "What did Grandma say?"

The father extinguished the cigarette butt, sighed, and said: Your grandmother said with certainty, that is your grandfather, others can't deceive her, she is familiar with the characteristics of your grandfather's speech, the style of writing, which others can't imitate.

Now the problem is settled.

My own grandfather, in ninety-one years, must not have died.

So, it's time to turn the question back to the tombstone, which says 1986, isn't this so-called 1986 not referring to the time of death, but to something else?

When I think about it, in 1986, I wasn't born yet.

After having a meal at home, I hurried back that night, and the next day I went alone to the primeval jungle of Xishuangbanna, took out my grandfather's bones, and merged them with the small piece I had tested, brought them back, and handed them to my father.

At the same time, I checked the epitaphs of the surrounding graves, which were also engraved with names and dates.

Most of the names are different, but the date is all 1986, which means that the person buried here must have died in 1986.

In 1986, what did my grandfather do in the primeval jungle of Xishuangbanna? Could it be that he is also looking for the Floating Massacre of Tongtian?

When I returned to the house, I threw the test sheet on the table, and Ge Yu took a look at it and asked me puzzled.

I said, "It's nothing, it's just a test sheet of my grandfather's bones."

Ge Yu didn't ask much, she was a smart woman like my grandmother and my mother. She knew very well that I didn't want to tell her, or things I didn't want to explain to her in detail, no matter how much she asked, I didn't want to say. So, she didn't ask much.

In the past few days since I returned to the city, I have been calling the uncle in the suit and asking him if he has the whereabouts of Haiber, and the uncle in the suit said: Haibo is dead, this is a fact.

I shook my head and said, "I can't guarantee 100 percent, but I dare 99 percent to guarantee that Haiber is not dead, he must not be dead."

After Heber was killed by the Masked Man, he asked me to wait for him at the crematorium in a week, and then came up with a trick to resurrect the corpse, and I remember very well that he had two souls on him, belonging to his son and daughter.

Even if he is killed again this time, then he has at least one soul on his body, and he can continue to borrow corpses to return his soul.

However, Heber disappeared and was never seen again, as if he had never been seen.

Many times, when I took Ge Yu to sit in that small hot pot restaurant to eat, I would always think of the scene when I drank with Haibo, and recalled the scene of him smacking his wine glass. Especially Haiber's sentence: Go home and play with birds. I always remember it.

Unfortunately, I never saw Heiber again.

Perhaps, he is still as before, quietly in an urban village, renting a small house, doing some odd jobs, earning a little money, drinking a little wine, and living a comfortable and happy old age.

That night, Chen Wei and I left as usual, I was originally the manager, but I really didn't want to sit in the office. To put it mildly, the fate of the emperor and the body of a slave are not born to eat the leader's meal.

Chen Wei drove the bus, and I worked as a conductor on the top, because after the company's reform this time, the last train of No. 14 was also equipped with a conductor, which could sell tickets manually, of course, the main purpose was to monitor those who got on the bus, and not let them be opportunistic.

I sat at the ticket counter, looked at the brand-new No. 14 last train, and said: Brother Chen, I remembered the scene when I just went out to work, and the company leaders didn't let me touch the steering wheel, let me sell tickets every day, and smacked me at every turn, hey.

Chen Wei smiled and said: Brother, be content, I am a few years older than you, when I first went out to work, I brushed the dishes every day, a month, one hundred and sixty yuan, his uncle's, just that one hundred and sixty yuan, I live a very happy and contented life. Now it's thousands a month, but I can't find the happiness I had when I was poor.

When the car stopped at the stop of the charm city, as soon as the door opened, I shouted: first down and then up, first down and then on, please put in coins when you get on the bus, and passengers who have no change buy tickets from me.

In fact, there are only three or five passengers, which is a symbolic roar.

At this time, among the passengers, there was a person with a solemn face, after getting on the bus, he did not put coins, and kept looking at Chen Wei.

I waved my hand and said to him: Eh, eh, excuse me, throw in a coin, you can buy a ticket with me if you don't have change, half a ticket for children under 1.2 meters.

In fact, this is all nonsense, he is alone and has no children at all.

He ignored me, stared at Chen Wei, and said a little gloomy: You are Liu Mingbu?

Chen Wei was stunned for a moment, stretched out his thumb, pointed in the direction of me behind him, and said: No, he is.

The man walked slowly towards me, and I had a vague feeling that something was wrong. The guy was wearing a leather boot, black jeans, and a leather jacket on his upper body, and he didn't smile, slamming the entire bus floor as he walked.

I was afraid that he would hit me, so I lined up and said with a little confidence: Eh, you haven't bought a ticket yet...

"Smack!" When he let go of his hand, I took the 100 yuan, and before I had time to make change, I was surprised to find that a palm print was taken on the aluminum alloy ticket counter!

The imprint of the five fingers is clearly printed on the ticket counter, I will take it, this is aluminum alloy!

"You come with me." The man said to me coldly.

I hadn't recovered from my surprise yet, but it was another surprise to me, and I said, "Why did I go with you?"

He said: There is a person whose life is in danger and must see you, do you choose to go with me, or let me tie you up?