However, this feeling was very weak, after all, he was only five or six years old when he left here.

"Let's go down and have a look."

Jiang Wei has been searching for childhood memories all the way, but in more than ten years, people can already forget a lot of things, even if there is a little feeling, it is almost vague for him to grasp.

Jiang Dongwang is very familiar with a place, pointing to houses one after another along the way, introducing, whose family is this, whose family is that, these names are in Jiang Wei's ears, but there is a feeling of strangeness and familiarity.

Finally, the two of them came to the front of a ruined ruin, full of stones and tiles, and the remaining half of the wall, also slightly tilted, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Jiang Wei didn't speak, just watched silently, from a pile of ruins scattered with various items, he could vaguely see that it was buried in the soil, only half of the handle was exposed, and his grandfather made his wooden knife back then.

Vague memories came back to his mind, making his nose a little sour.

He raised his foot and tried to go over and pick up the wooden knife, but was stopped by his cousin.

"The wall is about to collapse, you go to the danger, or I'll go."

"It's okay, I'm just going to go and see if I can't go to the wall."

Laboriously walking into the ruins, Jiang Wei bent down and dug out his favorite toy from the dirt.

Carefully looking at the wooden knife more than one meter long in his hand, scenes from the past resurfaced in his eyes.

"Mom, Mom, look, this is what Grandpa made for me."

"Well, it's so beautiful, let's play with it, remember not to hit people."

"Got it."

"Grandpa, can you make me another small sword, this knife is too long, and it's a little inconvenient for me to hold it."

"Isn't this length just right, when you grow up, it won't show that it's long."

"When I grow up, I will be an adult, adults don't play with wooden knives, when the time comes, I will buy a real knife, whoever dares to provoke me, I will cut him in half with a knife."

"Hahaha, yes, if anyone messes with me, you will use this knife to split him in two."

"You old man, you can't teach your children a little good, you know how to say something that fights and kills."

……

"Right...... Let's ......."

Drops of crystal tears flowed from his eyes and dripped on the knife in front of him, smashing and shattering.

He no longer remembered his grandparents and parents, but some bits and pieces of words still made him sad.

"Xiao Wei, are you alright?"

A large, powerful hand was placed on his shoulder, allowing him to break free from his memories in an instant.

"I'm fine, I just remembered some things from before."

Touching the remaining tears on his face, Jiang Wei was a little embarrassed and squeezed out a smile at his cousin.

"I still remember that when my grandfather made this wooden knife for you, we children, but I was greedy for a while, and I begged my grandfather more than once to make one for me, but my grandfather just refused.

I cried several times for this, and finally it was your uncle who made me the same knife, and I stopped making a fuss.

At that time, I was thinking, grandpa was too partial, only did it for you, but not for me, and now it seems that it is not unreasonable for him to love you so much at that time. ”

Jiang Dongwang sighed, stroked the blade of the wooden knife in Jiang Wei's hand, and said with a little emotion.

"Maybe my grandfather knew at the time that this wooden knife might be the last toy he made."

Jiang Wei still remembers that his grandfather fell ill and died not long after making this wooden knife.

"Xiao Wei, do you feel strange, this knife is made of wood, and after so many years, not only has it not been eaten by insects, but it has not rotted due to sun and rain."

Jiang Dongwang felt that something was wrong when he touched it, and said to Jiang Wei in surprise:

"Look at the girder again, it's made of elm, it's not only strong, it's resistant to decay, and resistant to insects, but in spite of this, it's rotten and broken, and your wooden knife, except that it's darker, it's exactly the same as when it was first made when I was a child."

After being reminded by his cousin, Jiang Wei also discovered this problem.

"Yes, for more than ten years, how can this thin piece of wood decay and be gone, how can it be intact, is it possible that this is still made of some rare wood?

Brother, you are a builder, look at what kind of wood this is made of, I seem to remember that when my grandfather was making this knife, it seemed that he was using freshly cut branches. ”

Jiang Wei sighed as he handed the Jiang wooden knife to Jiang Dongwang.

"Don't look at it, you remember right, when we first made this knife, we were all around, you were young at that time, you may not understand it very well, I am two years older than you, remember it more clearly.

This wooden knife was made by Grandpa from the willow branch that he cut back that day, and it is not a rare wood, but this knife was given to you by Grandpa two days later, and it is difficult to say whether it has been replaced with other materials in the middle. ”

Jiang Dongwang didn't think about it, and said the material of the wooden knife as soon as he opened his mouth, but in the end, he was a little unsure.

"Willow? How come, willow wood is one of the most fragile woods, not to mention more than ten years, even if it is thrown here for a year and a half, it is estimated that it will become a broken stick. ”

Jiang Wei was a little incredulous, he was no stranger to willow trees, when he was young, he often used the branches of willow trees to make a cheek to blow, which was a piece of wood that would break when it was broken.

"That's why I wonder why we can still see it until now."

Jiang Dongwang scratched his scalp, revealing an extremely puzzled expression.