Before the age of fifteen, Chen Wangzhong lived with his blind grandfather in Zhangjialing Village, a small mountain village in the mountains of the loess plateau in the northwest.

Not knowing one's life experience is like not knowing what the blind grandfather's name is and what his surname is.

The people in the village, who are not bad, call a blind man; Those who can't fit anyone in their eyes, who flatters the powerful in the village, and despises the weak, will add an old word in front of it. Only those old people who are also lonely and widowed will shout a blind old man.

Chen Wangzhong tried to ask them where they came from? Why is the surname of everyone in Zhangjialing Village surnamed Zhang, and his surname is Chen?

The blind grandfather didn't say a word, squinting his eyes as if he was asleep.

Since then, Chen Wangzhong hasn't asked again, he knows that the blind grandfather won't say anything.

In the winter of fifteen years old, the blind grandfather was no longer good, lying on the bed, his mouth slightly open, his eyes that had no vision long ago looked in the direction of the south, he raised his hand weakly, and grabbed Chen Wangzhong in a hurry.

"Aman, it's good on the other side of the mountain, let's go and see it......"

The old man's last sentence may have really run out of oil, and he said it very lightly, and the fifteen-year-old Chen Wangzhong held that hand in a daze.

The funeral of the blind grandfather was attended by less than ten people, including Li Guoqing and his wife.

From beginning to end, Chen Wangzhong didn't cry, grandpa said, crying tears, that is crying for others to see, only he knows whether he cries in his heart or not.

Chen Wangzhong is very sure that his grandfather is right.

After the hasty funeral, I looked back at the dilapidated wooden door, the loess mound, and the nameless tomb next to it, which was said to be my parents.

followed Li Guoqing and his wife to Luozhou, he lived in the Li family for four years, and it is said that he was entrusted by the blind grandfather on his deathbed, as for what is the relationship between Li Guoqing and his wife and the blind grandfather, they did not say.

The adoptive parents did not treat him as an outsider, and he has always regarded him as his own son in the past four years, these four years are the easiest four years in Chen Wang, occasionally recalling the place in Zhangjialing Village where he has lived for fifteen years, and he has been back a few times, the village is no longer empty, and the deserted and dilapidated Yanran has undergone the baptism of a war.

Chen Wangzhong, who has grown taller, smiled, what about those people who have bullied their grandfather for fifteen years?

I still remember that when the blind grandfather was drunk, his voice was high-pitched nonsense, including "Er Cao's body and name are broken, and the rivers and rivers will not be wasted." ”

I don't quite understand the real meaning, but forcibly placed on the land where he is standing in the desolate and dilapidated Zhangjialing Village at this time, Chen Wangzhong feels that it is just right, and the only thing missing is that he has not yet lived out the "human appearance" under the public standard.

Today is not the day to catch the market, the small market on the side of the Aoki Temple is booming, Chen Wangzhong took a turn in the temple, there was nothing worth seeing, and absentmindedly turned into the store not far from the alley next to him.

It is exactly the same as the scene told by Han San, four thread-bound books, a cup of tea, an old man in a vest, shaking a pu fan in his hand, and fanning it gracefully.

"Elder Wu, can I delay you for a while?" Chen Wangzhong, who walked over, thought about how to speak, and tried to speak as decently as possible.

Old man Wu took away the pu fan and glanced at the person standing in front of him: "Is there something?" ”

"This note ......" Chen Wangzhong took out the note from his pocket and handed it to Old Man Wu.

Old man Wu, who put down the pu fan, just glanced at the note, and all eyes were on Chen Wangzhong, looking at a long-lost son for a long time, and then sat up seriously: "Sit." Old man Wu pointed to the bamboo farm chair next to him.

"What the hell is going on with Old Wu?"

Old man Wu picked up an itch and rubbed it behind his back a few times before he spoke: "Everything in the world has a fixed number, your life should be like this, whether it is a blessing or a curse, it depends on your creation......"

Chen Wangzhong didn't know how much he understood Old Man Wu's words, but when he left from here, he at least knew what had happened to him.

When Old Man Wu said the words butterfly effect just now, he almost thought that he had misheard.

She heard it right, because of that car accident, two days ago, a strange change occurred in him, and he became the butterfly that caused a tornado by shaking its wings in the butterfly effect.

According to Old Man Wu, as long as he is provoked by others, and the people who provoke him will have a series of unbelievable things, and the cause is often only a small thing; If this is the case, Han San's matter has a convincing explanation for Chen Wangzhong.

It's a pity that there are two sides to things, Old Man Wu said that the chain reaction caused by being provoked is only one side, on the other hand, if someone treats him well, it can also have a butterfly effect on that person, the difference is that the result is a series of good things.

It's just that Old Man Wu said that on the other hand, he doesn't have the ability for the time being, and as for the reason, he doesn't know.

Chen Wangzhong couldn't help but think of the saying that good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He also asked Old Man Wu why there was such a change, Old Man Wu just shook his head vigorously; Think about it, if you know everything, you are not a human, but a god.

"Please make good use of your abilities so that you can ......do what you want" This was the last sentence that Old Man Wu said, and waved his hand to let him leave.

When he got home, Chi Cuilan was cooking lunch and didn't ask him about work, and now that the clouds at home have cleared, there is no big problem with this son looking for a job; But her daughter Li Ran let her worry, it's the third year of high school at the beginning of school, and she thinks about playing all day long, what can she do if she can't be admitted to a prestigious university.

When eating, there are only three of them at the dinner table, Li Guoqing usually comes back in the evening, and eats lunch in the company.

"Mom, I've got a job." During the meal, Chen Wangzhong told Chi Cuilan that he had inadvertently found a job on his way back from Aoki Temple today.

"What job?" In the eyes of a mother, what kind of work her son has not gone to college is far more important than the salary.

Fifteen-year-old Chen Wangzhong came to their house from Zhangjialing Village and went to his third year of high school in Luozhou. After graduating from high school, he worked a lot of jobs, worked in factories, brushed dishes, and worked as an apprentice in car repair......

The two of them have also been trying to find a decent job for Aman, but when college students are rotten on the street these years, sitting in the office, blowing the air conditioner, and drinking coffee, that kind of ideal job is impossible.

It's too hard, and the two don't want this son to suffer, they also think about it, and after a few years, when the son is older, they will pay for him to open a store.

"Deliver the courier." Afraid that Chi Cuilan would not agree, Chen Wangzhong said again: "Mom, it's just a transition, do it first, and then talk about delivering couriers, riding a car to deliver goods all day long, not too tired." ”

This is not a good job, nor is it bad, Chi Cuilan hesitated: "Wait for your father to come back and discuss it." ”

Chen Wangzhong buried his head in eating, and it was a good sign that he didn't refuse a bite.