A crescent moon hangs high in the sky, and the stars are like pearls, embedded in the sky, shining brightly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On a harsh winter night, a few bare/dew stars shivered pitifully in the cold, and their teeth could almost be heard fighting against each other. The little stars shook in the cold sky, as if they were shivering with cold.

The stars are full of emotion, like naughty children, looking at the world childishly and persistently, as if they are patiently telling a story that no one knows with their bright eyes.

There was something strange about the scene under the stars.

At the small stone cliff on the waist of Fillet Mountain, there is a lonely figure standing on the huge stone slab, looking up at the starry sky, Fillethorn Mountain has been rotated into the appearance of the old forest in the deep mountains, a gust of breeze blows, you can only hear the rustling of the leaves rubbing, but you can't see the scene of the trees swaying with the wind, because the trees have already taken deep roots into the depths of the mountain, as calm and upright as the mountain. Today's small rock cliffs are no longer stone cliffs, to be exact, but caves covered by a huge rock. The stout trees have covered the small stone cliff, and even the tender grass is supporting each other one by one, and after the tempering of the years, it has been the same height as the small stone cliff, and no one can see that it is a stone cliff as early as a hundred years.

An old man with a face full of wrinkles like a knife, a head of half white hair, wearing a military coat, and looking a little old, sighed, and his originally erect body bent down at once, as if he was much older.

He said to himself, "One hundred and sixty years."

"Huh!"

He smiled self-deprecatingly: "It seems that this is just a big joke that God played on me." ”

Then the wrinkles were like scars spurred by the wind and rain, pulling hard, and he said in a sly voice: "I'm unwilling, thief, why are you teasing me so much, let me sleep for a hundred years."

Relatives have long disappeared into the long river of history, and perhaps even the white bones have been corrupted into grains of dust. Isn't it too cruel to let an eight-year-old child wake up after a hundred years of sleep and face all this.

His body trembled, his cloudy eyes were full of energy, showing a resolute expression, his rough breath became more and more urgent, and his old cheeks said cynically to the starry sky: "If the sky has ears, you listen:

When I was a child, my favorite was the festival, and the Spring Festival was my favorite, because every Chinese New Year, I would eat rice cakes, slaughter pigs and sheep, and cut new clothes. ”

As he spoke, his excitement gradually calmed down a lot. Neither humble nor arrogant, he continued:

"They will also offer heaven and earth with incense and candles, treasures, wine and rice, three animals and other delicacies, set off firecrackers, hang red lights, and paste couplets (door gods). Asking for the dragon king, offering to the god of the mountain, and worshipping the land is the worship of the mountain, the water, and the land, and worshipping them as gods. Thus praying for favors and forgiveness, or for overcoming natural disasters and obtaining a good harvest to better provide for the needs of life and reproduce future generations, and then prostrate to them and pray for the blessing of their ancestors.

People believe that there are gods in this world, but where is God? ”

"There are myths in ancient times, Pangu opened the world, Nuwa mends the sky, Houyi shoots the sun, Kuafu chases the sun, Jingwei reclamation and other mythical stories, is it true?"

……

After saying this, his eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly to the sky:

"Thief God... I spent all my life, and spent sixty years, but I could not find any trace of the immortals, and told me that the two old men I met here a hundred and sixty years ago were not immortals, and what was the candy they gave me, which would make me sleep for a hundred years. ”

"If there are no gods, why do human beings worship and believe in gods for generations, eat a green bead of sugar, and sleep for a hundred years?"

The old man clenched his fists so tightly that his whole body kept trembling, but he was too helpless to look up, staring at the stars in the endless darkness, but he couldn't find anything, only two lines of tears involuntarily left in the corners of his eyes. Stay and say to the sky what others think is crazy, think you're crazy.

No one can understand his complaining and deception.

can only take the stars in the darkness as confidants, so as to record the fragmentary memories.

Sixty years later, he roughly recalled:

(When he woke up after a hundred years of sleep, it was still a sunny afternoon, the mountains were still rolling and undulating, still the green-clad Roundhorn Mountain, and he was still an eight-year-old child.)

But the green clothes are too deep, a little unfamiliar, restless and flustered, is this still the Fillet Mountain in memory?

He began to panic, and an uneasiness rose in his heart that should not have happened to an eight-year-old child.

Gradually...... Gradually...... gradually found that the big wooden knife that I had played with since childhood was gone; often ride until the old cow is gone; His best friend Gan Jun is also gone; The father and mother who loved him are gone; The relatives and familiar faces in the village are gone; Even his own village "Wan'an Village" has been renamed "Fuyu Village", and it is gone.

Only one of them was left alone.

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, where do we go from here? How do you make a choice for an eight-year-old?

Dumbfounded, I only know that his name is Gao Lin, he has a big wooden knife that he has been holding day and night for five years, a little friend Gan Jun who often fights together, parents who love him very much, and a group of enthusiastic and loving village fathers and elders in Wan'an Village.

But where did all this go?

It's gone...... It's all gone...... Why did you leave me alone...... Leave such a strange world behind.

It is not so much that he is isolated from the world, but that he is just an outcast who has been forgotten by the whole world.

At the age of eight, he began to look for it with tears and weeping silently, and he was looking for it.... It's just that he can't find it anymore, so he can only run to sleep in a land temple in the village that is only one meter five or six high and about four square meters, and wakes up from his sleep in the middle of the night with a whimpering sob. He survived by stealing tributes from others to worship.

Until one day, an old woman with a silk scarf wrapped around her head and a wrinkled face with a cane carried a plate, in which was a square piece of fat, as well as 12 zodiac signs, flowers, birds, peppers, elephants, and other shapes of fruits. (Fruit is a sacrifice that every household in their village worships and uses to steam rice, make various shapes, and then use starch to make various colors and dye on it.)

The old woman worshipped sincerely in front of the temple, and said in her mouth: "The land father-in-law is blessed and blessed, and my daughter-in-law will give birth to a big fat son as soon as possible so that she can inherit the lineage." ”

In his deep sleep, he was woken up by the old man's talk, and sat up in a panic, his eyes turned around to look at the old man, looking pitiful, with Ling Si who wanted to escape but was nowhere to be found.

Although it is said that Guanyin sends a son, the old man begged his grandson to be earnest, and there was a land temple in the village, and there was nothing else to worship, so he had to hold the heart of the omnipotence of the gods, so he had to trouble the land father-in-law.

"Yikes! Whose child is this, and how can he run here to sleep? The old woman said in surprise, Gao Lin looked at the old woman blankly, the old man asked him anything, he didn't speak, just stared blankly. Two lines of tears also slipped silently down from the little face.

"Don't cry, don't cry, tell grandma what your name is, grandma will send you home." The old woman seemed to realize that she had scared the child, and said with a loving face.

"I... My name is Gao Lin, and my father and mother are gone. "I feel the love of the old woman. He said timidly.

Then the old woman took him home. Searching around found no news of Gao Lin's parents, so he left him at home to take care of him.

The old woman treats him like a grandson, and the old woman's son and daughter-in-law are also very good to him, because there are no children and grandchildren, and he is taken care of as his own children and grandchildren.

Fortunately, the old woman's family was very kind and did not force him, and a few years later the old woman's daughter-in-law gave birth to a big fat son. The old woman's family is also surnamed Gao, so she didn't change Gao Lin's name. Treat him as if he were his own, and provide for him to go to school.

With the passage of time, the growth of age, Gao Lin confirmed the fact that he slept for a hundred years, he was born in April of the fourth year of Xianfeng (1854), and fell asleep in 1862 under the stone cliff of Roundhorn Mountain, and woke up from his slumber in 1962, and slept for a whole hundred years.

Gao Lin also unexpectedly discovered that the family of the old woman who adopted him was actually the descendants of the Gao family more than a hundred years ago, and they were also his descendants. Gao Lin has always puzzled why his parents did not go to Pijiaoshan to find him, it stands to reason that it is impossible to sleep for a hundred years without being discovered.

Gao Lin also checked the genealogy of the Gan family, and did not have Gan Jun's name, and asked almost all the old people in the village about the Gan family, but he did not find any information related to Gan Jun, and Gan Jun seemed to have evaporated from the world.

The most amazing thing is who were the two old men in black robes and white robes back then? Are they immortals? There are so many questions waiting for him to answer.

Sixty years passed in a hurry, and the old woman, son, and daughter-in-law all died, and when Gao Lin was twenty-five years old, the old woman died, and he also graduated from college that year, the first college student in the village, and of course the first college graduate in the village. Gao Lin has been fond of history since he was a child, and wanted to be an archaeologist, and at the age of thirty-five he became a well-known archaeologist in the field of archaeology, discovering many monuments.

Gao Lin wanted to find out some clues about the gods. Find out the shocking secret about her eight-year-old years, a secret that belongs only to him.

At the age of sixty-eight, he is about to enter the old age, but he can't find any clues that he wanted to find out one hundred and sixty years ago. It is impossible to prove whether there are immortals in this world, and in this era of only believing in science, telling others about immortals will only provoke the ridicule of others.

It may be that the memory of the average person at the age of eight has long since disappeared as the memory curve describes it as the forgetting curve describes. But as he grew older, the more unforgettable he became...