The dusk of Zhangjiazhai is rigid and monotonous, a few dog barks, curling smoke, an old man with broken cotton wool squatting on the birch pier in front of the dilapidated house, he has seen this picture for many years, drinking a sip of homemade soju, smoking a puff of extremely strong toad dry tobacco, squinting his eyes, looking at the sunset that is about to fall into the Changbai Mountains, next to a child of about six or seven years old is playing with two native dogs, the old man looked at the thin grandson, and muttered: "Fusheng, the most feared beast of the Siberian tiger, is not a black blind man with rough skin and thick meat, It's not a 600-pound wild boar king, but a mountain guard dog who goes up the mountain. ”

Although the child was thin, he was vigorous, fighting with two dogs, rolling and fluttering on the ground, and not far away a slightly older child sat on the threshold of a mud house, his body was unusually strong, and he held his cheeks and smirked. The two dogs have a spirit surname, the lower mouth is very light, will not hurt the child, the old man smashed the dry smoke, humming "Farewell My Concubine", the silly child seems to like to listen to the old man humming Peking Opera, ran to the birch pier and sat down, concentrated, after the song, the child asked: "Grandpa, you are very happy today, are you in the mountains to pick good ginseng for the floating life?" ”

"A friend is coming from afar." The old man took a sip of wine, touched the child's head, and looked kind, "Fugui, I want to give you something, if grandpa closes his eyes and lies down in that grave one day, you will take care of your mother and your brother, Fugui, remember what I told you?" ”

The sturdy child nodded: "You can be regarded as a fool by everyone, but you can't be stupid to your own family." ”

"It's one thing to remember, it's another to do." After the old man drank a sip of soju, his eyes were drunk, he wiped his mouth, looked at the little grandson who was getting carried away with the two dogs, looked up at the twilight sky, and smiled desolately, "What's so difficult to be a smart person, show off your skills and minds, follow the trend, you can be a master, but it's a pity that people come to the world to go through it, whoever doesn't win has become soil, and whoever loses has become soil." We people, it's okay to be stupid and naïve, it's better to be able to pick up and put down, and it's better to save people if you can kill people. These truths are not worth much, but when I live to my age, it will be really a magic obstacle if I don't understand it. ”

The child blinked, as if he understood.

An old man rushed to Zhangjiazhai with his bags on his back, and finally found the dilapidated house at the top of the village, the old man who smoked dry tobacco stood up and looked at the distant visitor with a yellow face, the old man who came from afar in a hurry untied his big bag, took out a pair of giant horns wrapped with hemp rope, handed them to Chen Fusheng's grandfather, and said: "With such things, the Li family will not owe you anything from now on." ”

"Sit down and have a drink?" Grandpa Chen Fugui smiled.

The old man, who was as dry as a bitter bamboo, shook his head and said respectfully: "I can't afford it, I'm afraid of losing my life." ”

"This kid's name is Fugui, what do you think?" Grandpa Chen Fusheng didn't force it, and pulled Chen Fugui over.

"It's good material for Bajiquan, as long as you are willing to teach him, give him another 30 years, and I am not his opponent." The old man pinched Chen Fugui's bones casually, and said with emotion: "It's a pity that it is not the era of martial arts now, and it will not be in the future." ”

"Whether it's useful or not, it's a skill to be able to beat Li Yinqiao." Grandpa Chen Fusheng smiled arrogantly, "The two generations of our Chen family are destined to be eloquent, I can't subdue Chen Longxiang, I have to do something for the ancestors of the Chen family before lying in the coffin, otherwise I won't have the face to meet them in the future." ”

"Is he?" The old man looked at Chen Fusheng, who was playing with the two mountain guard dogs named Qingniu and White Sparrow respectively, and then looked at the ground, his face changed slightly.

Because there is no money to buy too much paper and pen, there is an open space in front of the mud house covered with fine sand that the three of them have scooped from the Eguna River little by little, and a stick can be calligraphy. If you dare not do anything, you will live. "The words are strong, although the penmanship is slightly green, but the artistic conception is magnificent, and the antelope hangs its horns.

The old man looked at the child who ignored the three of them and only cared about fighting with the two earth dogs, walked over, and did not wait for the old man to approach Chen Fusheng, the two mountain dogs immediately looked at the enemy as if they were on the verge of a great enemy, the old man was unmoved and continued to move forward, the mountain guard dog nicknamed the white finch pounced on the old man, and was thrown out by the white-haired old man with a sticky hook, Chen Fusheng's grandfather drank the green cow that wanted to make a move, the old man stopped, looked at the sickly pale child, the old face that was not good at smiling was still yellow, and said hoarsely: "Did you write it?" ”

The child whistled, and the white finch immediately rushed to the right side of him, the green ox stood on the left side, and the child stared at the old man outside Zhangjiazhai. The old man was amazed, looked back at the old fairy who smoked a puff of dry tobacco and poured a sip of wine, and said in the minds of many big people, "What is the name of this child?" ”

"Fusheng, Chen Fusheng."

The old man, who has already reached the realm of not liking things and not being sad about himself, said proudly: "When this child was born, a big white rooster that had not crowed for three years finally made a sound. It is said that I look old at the age of three, I like this child as soon as he is born, if it is not for the weak bones of the small body, and the use of three points of poison, dragging him down, otherwise give him 30 years, hum, even if the Lord of Yama pulls me, I will not return to the West, and I will not live to see his achievements at the age of 100. Chen Longxiang? Two Chen Longxiang are not as good as one Chen Fusheng! ”

"Lives count this thing." The thin old man who brought the horns sighed.

Grandpa Chen Fusheng also looked gloomy, and then said freely, "Say a thousand ways and ten thousand, in the final analysis, it is a blessing to be alive, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, I don't care about it, as long as the Chen family continues to incense, it is enough." ”

"If I have a chance in the future, I will bring you some Jiaohe smoke." The old man didn't sit down to take a breath and drink water, and left Zhangjiazhai heavily.

The two old men knew in their hearts that they couldn't tell if they would step on the coffin with both feet one day, and they would never see each other again in this life, at most, who would sprinkle a few cups of good wine on whose grave. Grandpa Chen Fusheng sat back on the wooden pier and stroked the pair of huge horns, Fugui sat nearby holding his cheeks, looking at the thin back of the thin man named Li Yinqiao, and wondered: "Grandpa, what is Jiaohe smoke, it is also tobacco?" ”

"Jiaohe smoke used to be a tribute, and Cixi Lafayette, who had been stinking for thousands of years, smoked it. In the past, I had a lamb leg bone cigarette pouch, which was like that in Inner Mongolia, Shanxi, when I smoked, I lit a lamp, because it only contained a pinch of cigarettes, and I would blow a puff of cigarette ash when I smoked it, so it was called 'a mouthful of incense'. Grandpa Chen Fusheng said with a smile.

"What does that old man do?" Chen Fugui said curiously.

"When you get out of the black soil in the future, you will know that there is a unit in China in the 60s whose code name is 8341, about the origin of this name, no one can say accurately, only grandpa knows, and when you know 8341, you will naturally know Li Yinqiao. China's land is vast, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, don't be a frog at the bottom of the well, no one can be invincible in the world, it will always be a mountain and a mountain high. The old man said with heartfelt emotion, and handed the horns to the child, "I will help you make a bow for this pair of horns, so that you can go into the mountains to hunt in the future, if Fusheng wants to follow, don't stop him, but be careful to protect him." ”

The child nodded vigorously.

The old man touched the head of this child, and said with a smile: "Fugui, don't mention the name 'Dragon Elephant' to Fusheng before the age of 30." That man can't support our Chen family, he has to rely on you and Fusheng, he is not convinced, I will let him do it. Your brothers must support each other in the future, as long as you can survive the big hurdle of 18 years old, it is no surprise that you will walk out of this village at the age of 26, and you will be able to help you after the age of 28. While I'm not dead, I'm going to raise you to be arrogant, and then I'll make a blockbuster. ”

"As for the floating life."

The old man smiled and said: "There is a majestic atmosphere, I don't believe that he can't win 60 years of glory." ”

―――――――――――――――――― Chen Ergou intermittently told Cao Pujia about his sporadic memories of childhood, a pot of tea was drunk, it was already half past one in the morning, when Chen Ergou happened to Li Yinqiao, Cao Pujia, who was not the slightest tired, blinked his autumn eyes and stared at Chen Ergou to play with taste: "I want to confess something to you." ”

"Huh?" Chen Ergou was confused, his eyes began to wander around Cao Pujia dishonestly, salivating, this figure, this curve, this face, Chen Ergou was willing to die even if he died one night, not to mention that he kept suggesting that his wife was not spoiled and spoiled, and he was simply a tyrannical thing, and he would be struck by thunder from the sky.

"I heard the name Chen Fusheng when I was 7 years old, and I knew that there was such a little kid in the Northeast who knew how to write "Lao Tzu on the River" at a very young age. These are all learned from Li Yinqiao's grandfather's mouth, at that time, he nagged me every day at my house how the child was so good, and what kind of destiny he was destined to be in the future. Cao Pujia smiled brightly, and the country was unparalleled.

"I don't believe it, there is no such coincidence in the world." Chen Ergou pursed his lips and said, but he was shocked in his heart.

"Don't believe it." Cao Pujia also pouted from him, quite husband and wife.

"If that's the case, does he know where my grandfather used to do things?" Chen Ergou said urgently.

"I didn't say it." Cao Pujia shook her head.

Chen Ergou was disappointed and sighed. Then he smiled and asked, "Then do you see what kind of domineering aura I have in me now?" Or the demeanor of the superior or something? ”

"Listen to the truth or lie it." Cao Pujia smiled.

"The more false, the better." Chen Ergou said shamelessly.

Cao Pujia was helpless about this, and did not mess around with Chen Ergou, Chen Ergou's skin-free kung fu was a poke at her weakness.

"Daughter-in-law, it's not too early." Chen Ergou reminded with a smile.

Cao Pujia was unmoved, holding a book and reading it seriously.

"Daughter-in-law, staying up late is a woman's natural enemy, you don't want to be a yellow-faced woman at the age of thirty or forty, right?" Chen Ergou threatened with a smile.

Cao Pujia's heart is like a rock.

"Daughter-in-law, the moonlight is so charming, let's lie down together and whisper something to talk about, shall we?" Chen Ergou's poor language level can only go so far.

Cao Pujia did not move in the eight winds, and her heart was like water.

"Daughter-in-law, don't force me to make a killer move." Chen Ergou is evil and angry.

"Take it out." Cao Pujia threw a wink.

Chen Ergou suddenly hugged Cao Pujia, snorted and cried: "Daughter-in-law, I've been holding back for almost a year, you can do it, pity me." ”

(To be continued)