In April, the mountains of Qiongzhou are still a little cold and cold.

At half past six in the morning, Ye Mo lost his sleepiness, turned over and got up, picked up the paper money and went up the mountain.

The quiet mountains are quiet except for the occasional bark or two of dogs from the farmer's house, so quiet that there is hardly any noise. Ye Mo lowered his head, stepping on the dew-stained weeds, thinking about the bits and pieces of his childhood.

Small mountain village, Aoki Temple, old Taoist.

Studying medicine, martial arts, and cultivating the Tao. But it seems that the only reliable point is to study medicine.

Martial arts and monasticism...... Don't mention it.

Ye Mo was born in weak health, and when he was seven years old, he was directly issued a 'death notice' by the hospital, saying that he was afraid to treat a strange disease without investigating the cause. Back in the village, just when the family was desperate, the only centenarian in the village found them and said that the old Taoist priest who lived in Aoki Temple was a living immortal with excellent medical skills, and asked his family to take Ye Mo over to try.

The old Taoist priest looked at Ye Mo, didn't say a word, picked up the silver needle and pricked him with two needles.

Yes, only two stitches. Ye Mo still remembers the scene at that time. There are only two stitches, and the start is fast, like lightning. Just two stitches, it was strange to say, and he immediately became energetic. After that, the old Taoist priest asked Ye Mo to stay in Aoki Temple and learn art from him.

According to the centenarian, he was a 'mutiny' when he was young, and he followed Lao Dao to fight foreigners and kill devils. Lao Dao is a man of God, and he is also the head of the big guy, he walks around the forest with guns, and takes people's heads like probing for things. His medical skills are extraordinary, and he lives with flesh and bones. After the world was peaceful, Lao Dao completely retreated, trapped himself in the mountains, and almost no one was seen except for the old subordinates who had followed him back then.

Slowly, the old people who followed the old way to fight foreigners and kill devils passed away one after another, and fewer and fewer people knew the story of Aoki's old way. Truth becomes a story, a story becomes a legend, a legend becomes a myth, and the myth is just bragging, and no one believes it.

The old man knew Aoki's old temperament, and he was surprised that he had accepted Ye Mo, a disciple.

Now, the centenarian had turned to dust.

Ye Mo's master, Aoki Lao Dao, also passed away five days ago. This fan-like veteran, with his legendary life and countless mysteries, is lying quietly in the loess mound in front of him at this time.

No one knows his name, and no one knows his birth. Only Ye Mu's family mourns him.

Loess mound, large stone monument, tomb of Aoki Michito.

The tombstone was erected by Ye Mo's parents, and they also helped bury it. As for the old Taoist's withdrawn nature, if he didn't know the limit and went down the mountain to find Ye Mo's parents, I'm afraid that he would not necessarily be discovered after a year and a half of death.

Ye Mo put the paper money candle on the table, and then placed a bottle of Wuliangye in front of the grave. He doesn't have any special hobbies, so he likes to take two sips. Ye Mo still remembers that the happiest thing he did when he was a child was to buy wine for the old Taoist priest, so that he could go down the mountain and take it home by the way, and pack a bag of fragrant peanuts and hard beans as snacks.

"Old fellow, I'm back to see you." Ye Mo unscrewed the Wuliangye, took a sip of it himself, and then poured the rest of the wine in front of the grave, and then knelt down respectfully to light the incense candles and burn the paper money.

"I want to give you a whole bottle of Howling Eagle back, but they won't sell me. Your apprentice has no skills, and he has been showing vines to people in the United States for 7 years...... However, I guess you are not used to drinking foreign wine, and this Wuliangye is much better than the Gaomiao wine you used to drink. ”

In the town, when it comes to mixing in the United States, ten people will be very envious when they hear it. Because the United States in everyone's image is so good, the dollars earned arrive in China for several years a year.

In the early years, every time Ye Mo went back to his hometown, someone always knocked on the ears of Ye Mo's parents and asked: Is the son of the family in the family? If not...... In short, Ye Mo has suddenly become a hot commodity when he comes back from being unpopular in the United States. In the way of affection, Ye Mo has to kiss each other two or three times a year.

Ye Mo knew that outsiders were envious of not knowing his true situation. This blind date and blind date have been going on for many years.

Two years ago. A girl who looks like a flower, white and clean, looks very pure, and is very beautiful. Ye Mo is 29 years old, he doesn't care on the surface, but the idea of starting a family in his heart is deep, and he told him about his situation, but the girl didn't care. He said that as long as he took her to the United States, he would go and get the certificate tomorrow.

Fortunately, I was not impulsive at the time, and I got along with the girl for a while, and took her to the United States to work for myself after the year. It was only two months, and the girl knew a rich man and ran away. Ye Mo's place of work is in the winery, located in the Central Valley of California, and when it comes to salary, it is not bad if it is converted into RMB, but the place is too remote, and the nearest town has to drive for more than ten minutes.

Kneeling on the grave, Ye Mo nagged about his experience over the years.

At the age of 7, he followed the old Taoist to learn art, and he has been in this mountain, and occasionally contact with the outside world is naturally extremely yearning. When he was 20 years old, Ye Mo mustered up the courage to run away from home and secretly ran away to Beijing. set up a stall under the overpass, treating people without a medical license, and was chased around by the city management. Bricks were moved on the construction site, and the foreman who was paid at the end of the year ran away.

I didn't know how to mix it, so I joined the Axe Gang and wanted to eat and was beaten hard, and I was almost put in a cell. Later, by chance, he went to the United States to work as a tree farmer.

At that time, when it came to mixing in the United States, everyone had to envy it. But the real situation, to paraphrase a very popular phrase on the Internet now, 'the baby is bitter but the baby doesn't say'. It's not that the treatment is mainly based on the working environment and the color of the race. In the United States, most Chinese workers do more work than whites and are paid less than blacks......

Before you know it, the sun is hanging on the mountain. Ye Mo knelt on the ground and respectfully kowtowed to the old Taoist priest: "Okay, old fellow." I won't nag you anymore, lest you bother me. ”

Ye Mo stood up and walked into the Taoist temple. It is said to be a Taoist temple, which is not much different from the general farmhouse yard, and the whole is a square shape. There is a room on the east and west sides, and the north side is the offering hall, which enshrines a stone statue of Taishang Laojun and several boy statues, but there is no incense all year round.

The bluestone floor, blue bricks and green tiles and beams and columns, the house is already very dilapidated, and the yard is overgrown with weeds, which looks like it has not been taken care of for several years. Unconsciously, Ye Mu was quiet in this scenery that he hadn't seen for a long time, and this small courtyard contained almost all of his childhood memories, and his eyes were unconsciously a little confused.

Ye Mo is 31 years old this year and can come back once or twice a year.

He had sneaked down the mountain back then, and he hadn't come up for nine years since he came back at the age of 23 and was beaten up by the old guy.

Nine years, in the blink of an eye.

The handsome guy has become a middle-aged uncle who is now a little vicissitudes.

Ye Mo touched the stubble on his chin and looked for childhood memories in the yard.

Childhood, Ye Mo smiled bitterly. Facing an old man every day, how can there be a childhood at all.

The old fellow was a very strict man, especially when he taught himself medical skills, and whenever he made a mistake, he would beat himself with a rattan.

At that time, I hated him to death. But now that he is really dead, his heart is more sad than the resentment he once had.

The old guy also has a good time for himself, that is, he can't get out of bed, he will go to the mountains to hunt some game to improve the food, and when it is ready, it will be very 'kind' to the head of the bed, and occasionally feed himself himself.

The old guy should be a person who has lived for a long, long time, from ancient times to modern times. The ancient master paid attention to strict teachers and high apprentices, and he should have been whipped like his grandfather!