The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone!

This is the most famous sentence in Jing Ke's "Yi Shui Song" of the Warring States Period, and it is very suitable to describe us now.

My name is Mo Wencheng, and I am a jobless vagrant who was born in a third-tier township, graduated from a second-rate university, and struggled to live in a first-tier city.

The one next to me is a member of the Moonlight Clan who has a car and a house in a first-tier city, has a double-digit deposit, and graduated from a third-rate university: Mo Wenqian; That is, my brother.

The names of the two of us were taken by my grandfather, which means: But do good deeds, don't ask about the future; My brother takes the homonym Qian, and I take the homonym orange.

Our grandfather's name is also very interesting, it is called unnecessary, sometimes it must be there in the end, and there is no time to force it.

We got up at five o'clock in the morning, took a four-hour train, a three-hour bus, and a two-hour tractor, and finally walked to the foot of Mojia Mountain before dark.

And the purpose of our long journey is to attend my grandfather's funeral, you have to ask me, why didn't our parents come?

This deceased grandfather is definitely not the grandfather who named us, and of course he is not the grandfather who took the big dad by himself, with our parents adhering to the style of doing things that more is better than less, with our brothers and sisters running errands for them, they will never go out of the house!

To put it bluntly, the main reason is that my dad is more homely, he is a 20,000 a day, a 15-thousand-word online gunner, and he has the kung fu to go out, so he might as well type two more words to earn some money to subsidize the family.

Not to mention my mother, who is a professional live broadcast Internet celebrity, staying in the studio every day to sell goods live, and the communication with the outside world is a computer screen and a mobile phone, at most an assistant makeup artist, and even our brothers and sisters rarely meet her.

As for our grandfather, who has a disabled leg and can only rely on a wheelchair to move, this kind of long journey must not let him come to the old man's house.

I came alone, my grandfather was not at ease, so he let my brother come alone, and my brother was afraid, so he finally decided that our brother and sister would go together.

You must be curious about my brother's seven-foot man, who graduated from the police academy, although he is a crane truck, but his current job is: the storekeeper of the lost and found office of the police station, and even the bloody murder weapon has been archived, why are you afraid to go back to your hometown?

Originally, we were not afraid, and even looked forward to returning to our ancestral home to experience the countryside of Xanadu, after all, since my brother was able to go to elementary school, we moved away from Mojia Town with our family, and as a result, we moved farther and farther all the way to the bustling and noisy D City.

The fast-paced life every day, the traffic is full of people, and the vague memories of Mojia Town in childhood have long been forgotten, and even looking through all the memories I can't remember whether I have entered the old house of the Mo family.

If it weren't for the fact that my grandfather received the news that the deceased had passed away, he would have to come to the funeral, and gave us a night of science about the history of the Mo family.

Because my brother and I, who are accustomed to life in the big city, would never have dreamed that behind today's fast-paced society, there will be a family like a cage in the wilderness, and what shocked us even more was the secret told by my grandfather:

Grandpa is not surnamed Mo!

His surname is Xu.

The women of the Mo family are inferior to men!

Women are in charge.

Grandma Mo Shangxin has a three-room husband!

Grandpa is the second room.

Daddy is going to be filled in because he's a boy!

Grandpa begged to get away with his father.

The point is who is Dad's biological father, and Grandpa doesn't know?

The deceased is the third room of the Mo family, and his status is below his grandfather, we have to call him Uncle Sheng, who is the third husband married by our grandmother; We haven't even met this uncle and grandfather, but we can't rule out that he may also be our own grandfather.

And the entanglement of grandpa and grandma like a drama has to start from more than 80 years ago......

Grandpa was arrested in the school because of the war, and a group of captured young people were forced to the front line to repair the defense in an army-green convertible truck.

Passing through the wilderness on the way to transportation, Grandpa lied to ask for a small explanation, and took the opportunity to approach the back of the truck.

At that time, my grandfather's idea was very simple, there was still my father and mother at home, and my ancestors also left a little thin field, just more than 20 acres, even if I couldn't study, I could go home to inherit the family business and just rely on collecting rent to worry about food and clothing for a lifetime, why should I be arrested and go to the battlefield as a coolie.

So the grandfather, who was standing at the back of the car and pretending to be relieved, gritted his teeth with his heart, and jumped out of the body of the truck that was still moving.

The moment his feet landed and tripped by inertia, followed by the sound of pulling the bolt behind him, the grandfather at that time relied on the basic skills he had practiced when he was skipping school, and he didn't care about the pain in his legs and hands and rolled two and a half times in a row, and successfully rolled himself into the pile of fallen leaves in the mountains and forests on the side of the road, but the gap between the mountain road and the fallen leaves was a bit large, and he broke his nose while falling, but the whole was quite sound.

But God will definitely not let grandpa escape so easily, just as the so-called time is your bad luck, drink cold water and stuff your teeth!

On the way to escape, he first knocked over the hornet's nest in the tree because he was unfamiliar with the road to avoid the pursuers, and he was stung all over his body, but he also drove away the pursuers by mistake.

Later, because of the effect of bee venom, he hallucinated, and he couldn't tell where he was, and everything he saw was like a chaser chasing him, so he could only rely on instinct to keep running forward.

In the end, he was lost in the jungle due to dark hallucinations and other reasons, and he didn't even find a place to hide, so he was drenched in the mountain rain all night, resulting in a high fever and a coma waiting for death in a place where he didn't know where it was.

After several days of confusion, I finally took a breath and woke up from a high fever coma, feeling my fingers tingling, and my face seemed to be polished by the soft sandpaper stained with water.

Of course, it wasn't a big guy at all, but a litter of little wolf cubs that had just come out of the full moon surrounded him, probably hungry, and were sucking Grandpa's fingers and taking him as prey.

In order to survive, the grandfather picked up the thick branches on the side and hesitated, but he was still reluctant to attack the wolf cubs, but stumbled up, followed the wolf cubs to the deeper part of the jungle, and rescued the she-wolf who was caught in the trap and broke her leg.

After the she-wolf was rescued, she took a litter of wolf cubs and ran away without looking back.

At this time, the frail grandfather began to check his injuries and made sure that there were no fractures, all after some skin injuries; Reopen the trap, hide aside, and wait for a pheasant or hare to eat raw to save yourself, but it was dark, and the hare pheasant was not seen, and the wolf howls around were one after another, strange and infiltrating.

There is no cave to live in except for trees and bushes nearby, and grandpa is too lazy to move, so he waits for death by default, anyway, it is dark, and his body can't get out of the woods at all.

But grandpa was doomed to die, and the she-wolf he saved during the day sent a few hares to his grandfather while it was dark.

Grandpa, who was already hovering on the verge of death, was stunned to rely on the instinct to survive to eat the hare raw with his bare hands, as for what it tasted, grandpa didn't remember it at all, only remembered that after waking up the next day, he looked at the mess, bloody and disgusting, his stomach churned, he wanted to vomit but didn't dare to vomit, he was afraid that he would not be able to eat in the next few days, and only death was waiting for him.