The fortune-telling matter was decided. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn order to make Chen blind do his best, my grandfather also specially asked my father to kill an old hen that had been raised at home for several years. And this chicken, when my mother was confined twice, was not willing to kill.

After eating three bowls of chicken and drinking four bowls of mushroom fresh chicken soup, Chen Blind wiped his oily mouth and opened his mouth with a smile: "Don't worry, don't hurry......"

Just when my family stared at Blind Chen without blinking, Blind Chen slowly opened his mouth: "It's not that there is no way to crack it, it's just ......"

"Just what?" Grandpa asked eagerly as he slammed his smoking-like brass smoke pot on the leg of his chair.

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say....." Xu felt everyone's eyes eagerly cast on him, Chen Blind shook his gray head, rolled his eyes stared blankly at the void, and fell into silence.

"It's just what, you say, you want to kill us in a hurry....." The eldest aunt who can't bear her temperament has reached the limit.

"There are times in life when you have to have them, and when there are no times in life, remember not to force them. Parents and children are fateful, and non-human beings can forcibly ......" Chen Blind stroked the small pale yellow beard on his chin and recited such a half-written sentence that seemed to be out of nowhere. He couldn't see very clearly, but he didn't know that the light in many people's eyes was extinguished in the interval between he dropped his book bag and flaunted it. An indescribable silence swept over the courtyard in the afternoon. The April sun is yellow and gentle, spreading on the tiles to form a rippling golden wave. Grandpa raised his eyes, and the dazzling golden waves rushed in, drawing him into a wonderful world. Suddenly, the decades-old wisdom of his mouth that had been in his mouth for decades was out of order. He wanted to say something, to comfort his poor little son, his mouth squirmed, but he couldn't spit out a word for a long time. He knew that at this time, as the head of the family, he had to say something to encourage the family that had been devastated by misfortune. But when his mournful gaze swept over the eldest and second child, he was immediately deflated. The exhortations, encouragements, and even threats that surged in my heart seemed to be blown away by the wind blowing from nowhere. All of it turned into wisps of azure smoke that curled up from his clattering brass pot.

"The third child, it's not a big deal, when the time comes, the three ...... in my family" The eldest aunt who was straightforward and fast-talking said, but she was glared at by her grandfather and didn't dare to continue.

At this time, it was Chen Blind who came forward to relieve the siege: "Although the will of heaven cannot be violated, it is not without the slightest room for turnaround. ”

Later, when I listened to Chen Blind's complacent account of this period of history, I was very puzzled: "Is there a way to do it?"

Blind Chen coughed, cleared his throat, which was no longer wet, and said, "Of course there is." Otherwise, where do you think you came from? Grandpa is a little thirsty, Xiaocao, you can soak some water for grandpa. ”

I wanted to hear the next story, but I was a little reluctant and didn't move for a long time. At this time, we were sitting on the side of the road far from our home, under a small poplar tree, and looking forward from under the poplar tree, there was a deep blue river. Because of the topography, the river bends here, forming a deep pool. The water of the pool is bottomless, but it reflects a few light white clouds. Although Chen Blind couldn't see my expression, he seemed to have insight into everything, his nose snorted heavily, and even his voice became angry: "Xiaocao, you conscienceless baby, grandpa saved your life, but you didn't even give you a glass of water for your blind grandpa~"

Hearing what Blind Chen said, I felt very ashamed, so I hurriedly ran home to make a pot of tea for Blind Chen. After soaking, I trotted all the way to bring it to him. The kettle is a military kettle, flat and round, with a belt of unknown color wrapped around it, usually Chen Blind wraps the kettle around his waist, and gropes it out at any time when he wants to drink water.

Blind Chen drank the tea, and his demeanor returned to his original faint appearance, and I looked up at him, knowing that our story was about to start again.

Hearing Chen say this, my parents' pale and gloomy face regained a little blood, and they stared at his lips intently, hoping to hear more gospel from his mouth.

Chen Blind did not disappoint them, and after selling enough Guanzi and reaping enough benefits, he pointed out a clear way for my bleak family: "The fourth baby has a catastrophe, but as long as he survives the age of seven, it will be fine." Don't let him near the water's edge until he is seven years old. When it comes into contact with water, it will be carried away. ”

The family sent away the blind man who was full of food and drink. Either way, his words gave my mom and dad some glimmer hope. So much so that a year later, when my mother was pregnant with me, the whole family had already regarded the "swaggering" Chen Blind as the noble person in the family. And after successfully holding a full moon wine and a first birthday banquet for me, Chen Blind has become a famous god operator in all four miles and eight towns.

And the most coincidental fate is that until I got married, for more than 20 years, my mother never harmed me again. Not even a single sign of pregnancy. I became their last child in the truest sense of the word.

This led directly to a serious sense of distrust many years later, when Chen Blind told me that he had done all this.

How could it be such a coincidence? I can't believe it.

Unbelievable, there is also Chen Blind himself.

He said that he had calculated his life all his life, and he was rarely blind, and he relied on skills to earn food. But five out of ten times it didn't deviate too far, two times it was relatively reliable, and three times it didn't get along. Rao is enough to fill his stomach so that he will not starve to death. Unexpectedly, the only time I was blind, I was blind. Not only did he get the same score, but he also achieved the 'fame' of his life.

Every time Blind Chen talked to me about it, his wrinkled old face would show a look of self-satisfaction that could not be concealed. This self-satisfaction made his whole person seem to escape from that sloppy skin and become a brand new person. The man radiated with a dazzling brilliance. This brilliance made me forget for a moment that he was a down-and-out old man who relied on a broken wooden stick and a broken kettle to walk all over the country. Even let him forget all about it himself.

To a certain extent, I am the "proud work" of Chen Blind. This kind of pride is no different from Márquez's "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and Leonardo da Vinci's "Mona Lisa". Although for Chen Blind, he never knew who Marquez and Leonardo da Vinci were all his life.

Later, in my childhood, Chen became an indispensable character, and perhaps this is the origin. And my memories of him, apart from the past before I was born, are all kinds of bizarre stories.