Grandpa said that if things go well, he will come back in a year at most. But now three years have passed, and Grandpa has not returned, and no one has picked him up.

What does this mean?

Bu Qingge didn't dare to think about it.

But even if he tried his best not to think about it, a thought still irrepressibly came to his mind: Grandpa, is he still alive?

Ye Zhengrong understood his thoughts and persuaded: "Don't think about it, Old Man Bu is a strange person in the world, and he will be fine." ”

Thinking of something, Bu Qingge hurriedly asked, "Did the person who sent me leave his contact information?"

Ye Zhengrong shook his head: "No, I don't know his name, I asked, but he didn't say." But the man had a very obvious feature, he had a black mole on his face, as large as a soybean, and three black hairs growing on it. The mole is located under the right eye, near the wing of the nose. Again, that man is also a strange person. ”

"Three years ago, as soon as that person entered my Ye family, he said that my feng shui here had been instructed by a master, and it was barely good. I asked him for advice, and he casually gave me some pointers. Although I don't understand Feng Shui, I can see that he has a deep knowledge in this area. Also, before leaving, he said that I would have a catastrophe in three years, and that I would have a serious illness, and told me to be careful. Sure enough, I was seriously ill a year ago, and if I hadn't been reminded by him, I would have been prepared, and I would definitely not have survived that time. ”

Bu Qingge couldn't believe it: "So powerful?"

Ye Zhengrong replied: "Exactly." Light song, there are very few strange people in this era, but there are still some in the recklessness. Your grandfather counts as one, and that man counts as one. With strange people around you to help you, what can stump your grandfather? ”

Bu Qingge's heart felt a little better.

Ye Zhengrong asked, "Where are you going to find your grandfather?"

Bu Qingge replied: "Go to Cangshan." My grandfather and I have lived in Cangxi Village for the longest time, and there should be clues left there. ”

Ye Zhengrong nodded: "You go." If you can't find it, come back. Your grandfather will contact me sooner or later, Ye Zhengrong, and you will naturally know where he is then. ”

Bu Qingge agreed.

Before leaving Jinghai, Bu Qingge first went to Director Wang's house and prescribed him Chinese medicine for a week.

Coming out of Director Wang's house, Bu Qingge went to the supermarket and bought some necessary supplies. Carrying a rucksack on his back, he got on the train.

Cangxi Village belongs to Taicang County, Cangwu City, which is located in a remote area and has no direct high-speed rail. Bu Qingge took the train for more than a day, then transferred to a long-distance bus, and finally rented a taxi, tossed for more than two days, and then rushed to Cangshan.

The pale blue undulating mountains, one on top of the other, like the waves of the sea, stretched endlessly to the far end of the sky, disappearing into the misty depths. Carrying a bag on his back, he walked into Cangshan with a light song.

The mountain road is narrow, winding and winding, and seems endless. I don't see the village in front of me, I don't see people in the back, and in the whole world, it seems that only Bu Qingge is left.

Bu Qingge grew up in the deep mountains and old forests since he was a child, and walking the mountain road is as natural as drinking water for him. Walking on the mountain road, he took off a leaf for a while and played a song. Pick a piece of fruit and take a bite. At one moment, he picked up a stone and threw it at the bird.

From the dawn to the dark, the light song has not yet arrived. I found a cave, cleaned it casually, wrapped himself in clothes and lay down on the ground, and he fell asleep.

The next day, Bu Qingge continued to set off. After walking for more than an hour, he arrived at dawn.

On the third day, standing on the high hillside, Bu Qingge looked at Cangxi Village not far away. Between the mountains and green waters, this small mountain village, which is almost isolated from the world, looks extremely peaceful and beautiful.

Bu Qingge didn't bother the villagers, and went to the wind cave first.

Although the name of the wind cave is elegant, it is actually just an ordinary cave. Before going to high school, Bu Qingge lived in this cave for most of the time. The rest of the time, I either went up to the mountain with my grandfather to collect medicine, or I followed my grandfather to practice medicine.

Entering the listening wind tunnel, Bu Qingge searched carefully.

Grandpa is not here.

Although it was expected, Bu Qingge was still very disappointed.

Standing in the cave, looking at everything familiar, Bu Qingge felt a loneliness that went deep into the bone marrow.

The sky is big, and he is alone!

Climbing the wooden ladder, Bu Qingge went into the upper level of the cave and dug out an old wooden box in a very hidden place.

Inside the box is Grandpa and his collection of treasures. There are at least 300-year-old wild ginseng, wild purple mushroom with a large fan, ten heads of notoginseng, puppets sharpened by grandfather, and slingshots made by himself.

From the wooden box, Bu Qingge took out a bamboo flute.

Bu Qiuren is an elegant person, he learns everything and is good at everything. Bu Qingge has a young heart, can't bear it, and has been with his grandfather for many years, and the only thing he is good at is the bamboo flute.

This bamboo flute was found in the deep mountains when he was collecting medicine, and the roots of the frosted purple bamboo that had grown for an unknown number of years were found in the mountains. Bu Qiuren took the most suitable section, specially went out of the mountain, invited a friend for half a year, and made three flutes with a long, medium and short, which were regarded as treasures. Bu Qingge pestered him for a few years, and he only got a short root.

And now, the three bamboo flutes are wrapped in soft cloth and neatly placed in a wooden box, waiting for him to pick them up one day.

Even if it is highly likely, he will not come back for the rest of his life.

But in the wooden box, there is no letter left by his grandfather.

For this box full of treasures, Bu Qingge immediately lost interest. He didn't look at it again, put the bamboo flute to his lips, and played the song "Broken Love"

The sound of the flute echoed in the cave, and then drifted into the distance.

Like a beautiful woman weeping.

Before the song ended, there were tears in Buqingge's eyes.

After listening to the wind tunnel for a long time, Bu Qingge walked towards the village.

At the entrance of the village, two villagers were shocked when they saw him, and after watching him for a while, they shouted, "Isn't this a light song?"

Then the two turned around and ran, shouting as they ran: "The little doctor is back, the little doctor is back." ”

Soon, the villagers gathered around, all of them very enthusiastic.

Surrounded by the villagers, Bu Qingge came to the village chief's house. The village chief was a little old man in his fifties, and when he saw Bu Qingge, he was overjoyed: "The little divine doctor is really back, this is great." ”

After saying hello, Bu Qingge asked, "I'm here to find my grandfather, has anyone seen him?"

After asking around, no one in the village had seen it, and no one even knew that Bu Qingge had been a fool for a few years.

But Bu Qingge knew that his grandfather must have returned to the wind tunnel, and the bamboo flute was put into the wooden box behind him. It's just that he didn't alarm anyone.

The villagers comforted him for a while, and then they scrambled to get Bu Qingge to treat them. Bu Qingge didn't shirk it, and was busy from morning to dusk.

Dinner was eaten at the village chief's house, and it was very hearty. There is nothing else in the mountains, there is a lot of game, the east family sent some mountain mushrooms, and the west family brought a pheasant, so that they made up a big table.

During the banquet, everyone chatted and chatted, and then talked about Li Shanmei.

For Bu Qingge, the name has a special meaning.