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The next day, Zhou Cheng got up early in the morning, although he was scolded by his grandfather for no reason, he was confused, but he was not very depressed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Grandpa has always loved him very much, he won't get angry for no reason, it should be that he did something wrong.

But he was still very strange, there were a lot of shrines at home, and there were some strange things, he didn't understand what those messy things were when he was a child, even if he was already a monk at this time, he didn't see them in person, and he didn't know what they were. He only knew that his grandfather couldn't even show it to others, and he had seen it occasionally.

In this way, grandpa should not reject these religious things, otherwise he would not have worshiped those ancestors every year!

Standing in front of the huge banana tree at the door of the house, Zhou Cheng couldn't think about it, "Baby, you got up so early?" If you don't sleep well, it's not good for your body! Zhou's father's voice came from behind, and Zhou Cheng looked back and saw that his father was not even dressed properly, but he was carrying a hoe and wanted to go down to the field to do work.

The sky is not completely bright, and you can clearly see the white of the fish belly exposed in the sky, and every household has begun to rise and smoke for cooking. But Dad didn't even eat breakfast, so he had to take advantage of the cool weather to go down to the ground to cook it for a while.

"Dad, don't be too tired when you go out to work so early. I'll go with you! Zhou Cheng said that he was about to go into the house to get a hoe, but was stopped by Zhou's father!

"What can you do for me, you are white-handed! I'm going to your grandfather's house for a family meeting today, and you seem to have messed with your grandfather last night. You go and see it first, and we'll go after dawn! ”

Dad Zhou also thinks that his son is quite innocent, isn't it just a talisman? Can you make such a fuss? But for his father, Zhou's father is more helpless, it was like that back then, and it is like that now. I feel sorry for my son being scolded for no reason, but I still have to let Zhou Cheng apologize. He didn't know what his old man would do today under his anger.

"Okay. I'll go! Grandpa may be old, and the old people have that common disease! Zhou Cheng didn't know how his honest grandfather in his impression could be so serious about a trivial matter, and it seemed that he was going to be scolded.

Grandpa's home is not far from Zhou Cheng's house, just a few dozen meters next to Zhou Cheng's house. Rural areas in southern Sichuan like their children and grandchildren to live together, if it weren't for the large number of uncles in the family, maybe everyone would live in the same house.

Grandpa's family lived on relatively high ground, and more than 30 stone staircases made the house appear taller than all the surrounding houses. The house is very strange, the front is the house, and the back is the small courtyard facing the stone cliff. The house is naturally also a mud-walled house, but it is not as mottled as its own, revealing an ancient atmosphere in it.

Zhou Cheng knew that his grandfather had the habit of getting up early to take care of the flowers and plants in the backyard, so he didn't care about his grandmother, who got up late every day because of his poor health, and went straight to the backyard.

"Grandpa!" Zhou Cheng called softly, grandpa was afraid of noise.

The yard is not very big, but the most planted is spotted bamboo, also called Xiangfei bamboo. The small bamboos grow together cage by cage, and the rest is orchid grass. Although the most famous orchid is the Junzi orchid, there are countless varieties of orchids planted here, not individually, but all grown in bamboo bushes.

Grandma had suggested planting vegetables in the small yard before, but was scolded back by her grandfather, saying that it would ruin the artistic conception of the yard. Zhou Cheng was stupid at the time, and he didn't understand why an old farmer cared so much about artistic conception!

"You're here?"

"Well, my grandson collided with my grandfather last night, and I came early today to admit my mistake."

Grandpa Zhou's name is Zhou Shiyu, Zhou Cheng still remembers that when he watched the TV series, he and several cousins jokingly called his grandfather Fang Shiyu, but they were all ordered by Grandpa Zhou to kneel in a row, and they all spanked each other.

In general, it is difficult for Zhou Cheng to understand that his grandfather has the rigor and pursuit that does not belong to the peasants.

Grandpa Zhou poked his head out of the small bamboo forest, but he was holding a tube of bamboo in his hand, looked at Zhou Cheng, and said, "Sit with me first!" ”

In one corner of the courtyard, there are three bamboo chairs with four feet back, and there is a bamboo cigarette stick and a pot of tea on the bamboo bench next to it, which is grandpa's favorite life.

Thirsty to drink a pot of tea in the bamboo room, laughing at you, me and him in the world, a bamboo pole smoked, swallowing clouds and spitting out the fog of the fairy family, "Cheng'er, you have grown up and learned a lot of things!" Grandpa Zhou took a knife next to the bamboo chair, began to remove the fur on the bamboo, then used an awl to make eight holes, and finally dipped the bamboo film that began to be taken out from the inner wall of the bamboo to the blowing hole, and a simple bamboo flute came out.

"Try it! Grandpa taught you to play the flute when you were a child, and I don't know if you have forgotten it all these years. Young people, always chasing those money, fame and fortune, not good! ”

"My grandson doesn't dare to forget! It's just that I haven't blown it for many years, and it's inevitable that my hands will be raw, hehe! ”

Zhou Cheng took the disciple and saw that it was still the grandfather's craftsmanship. Although the bamboo flute has not been dried and painted, it is an excellent flute in Zhou Cheng's opinion, because the flutes he used since he was a child were all made for him by his grandfather. I went to the mythological era for a while, but I even let go of my hobby for many years. In fact, since he started working, there was no time to play the flute.

The song is very simple, it is a song that Zhou Cheng has liked very much since he was a child, Lone Star sings alone. This song has accompanied Zhou Cheng countless times when he was in a low mood. That was taught to him by his grandfather, saying that the flute is like life, when there is a high and low, the sad song can exercise a person's mind, a lot of helplessness in life, first adapt to helplessness, in order to enjoy life well.

Zhou Cheng raised his ten fingers at the same time, put the disciple to his mouth, and suddenly a flute sound of sadness and sorrow to the extreme, like crying and crying, flowed out, and the courtyard in the early morning seemed to be affected by this low and euphemistic song. The morning wind blows, and the bamboo forest makes a rattling sound, as if it is accompanied by the sound of the flute.

Slowly, Zhou Cheng also seemed to be immersed in that inexplicable sorrow, and unconsciously the flute sound seemed to be caused by something in the dark, and became more sad, the whimpering flute sound caused the morning wind to be more urgent, the bamboo forest was blown loudly by the wind, and the bamboo leaves were also blown all over the sky. Countless bamboo leaves are like small tornadoes, dancing around in the wind.

After a flute sound, the wind seemed to be more urgent, and the sky, which had been gradually revealing a golden dawn, became cloudy and windy.

"Damn old man, you're teaching my Cheng'er to play this damn flute again!" A soft scolding sound, and then an old woman walked into the backyard on crutches, it was Zhou Cheng's grandmother.

"Grandma!" Zhou Cheng got up to meet his grandmother and put her on the bamboo chair to the side and sat down.

"It's good that Cheng'er is back, this dead old man tore up your talisman, and I scolded him when I came back last night. Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Zhou Cheng stopped playing the flute, and gradually the wind stopped, but grandma was still not in good health and couldn't stand the cold in the morning.

"What are you doing out there? Go back quickly. Grandpa Zhou helped Grandma Zhou back without adding any points.

Soon, Grandpa came back, sat aside, and asked, "Cheng'er, you have changed a lot when you go home this time." ”

"Zhou Cheng will always be grandpa's grandson. It will never change! Even if the grandson goes farther, he still has roots. Zhou Cheng pointed to the bamboo in the yard, no matter how high the bamboo is, there are inevitably roots below.

"I didn't mean that. Alas, forget it, maybe grandpa is old, and many things still can't be ......"

Zhou Cheng felt that his grandfather was weird today, which made people very uncomfortable, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Although Zhou Cheng has the strength of a cultivator, he will not use it to peep at his relatives if he is killed, which is blasphemy and insult.

"Oh yes, that talisman you drew yesterday was good!"

Zhou Cheng was shocked, how could this grandfather know that he had drawn the tales? Could it be that he could see that he had changed it from an old talisman he had taken from the shrine?

Without waiting for Zhou Cheng to think about it, Grandpa Zhou got up and walked out, "Cheng'er, come and have some dinner with your grandparents first, I'm afraid there will be few opportunities in the future......"

Zhou Cheng couldn't help but feel a little gloomy, he didn't know why his grandfather was angry, and then he looked sad, what happened to this family? Have you changed? Or is there a problem with the home itself?

Breakfast was very depressing, Zhou Cheng's grandfather didn't say a word, just stuffed his head to eat there, Zhou Cheng didn't eat much, he was always serving vegetables to his grandmother and grandfather, the only voice at the dinner table was grandma's nagging, and Zhou Cheng's absent-minded bursts of "Well, well, yes, yes." Voice.

After breakfast, several other uncles, uncles, and even the two aunts who got married also came back with their families, and the entire Zhou family gathered together, although there was no powerful position, but they were prosperous.

"All here?" Grandpa Zhou sat on the bamboo chair in front of the house, looking at his Zhou family with pity.

"Daddy! Do you have anything to say? The sister-in-law asked with some confusion.

Grandpa Zhou didn't answer, and said directly: "Follow me!" ”

After speaking, he walked towards the hall in the ancestral house. In the southern Sichuan region, the hall houses are generally used to worship ancestors.

Everyone followed Old Man Zhou into the hall and stood up, no one dared to speak, and waited quietly for Old Man Zhou to speak.

Grandpa Zhou first put a stick of incense, respectfully inserted the shrine, and then knelt on the ground and bowed.

Hey? Zhou Cheng was stunned for a while, this used to be an ancestral card, why did it become two today? Without waiting for him to react, the old man spoke.

"The years are not forgiving, after sixty years of ups and downs, I think my Zhou family has come all the way, and it is a full three generations. Zhou Cheng came back yesterday, but he reminded me that there are some things that I still have to explain! ”

(To be continued)