I don't know what my uncle's name is, but I knew he was my uncle from the time my grandfather asked me to call him uncle. I don't know anything else.

The only thing I know is that I have never met my uncle's family, and he seems to have been alone all his life, and if he said that he couldn't find a daughter-in-law because he had a bad brain, he didn't have any children or anything, but I didn't even have any impression of his parents or siblings, and the only possibility of this situation was that he was single since I could remember.

Later, I learned from my grandfather that my uncle was a poor man, that his mother had died in childbirth when he gave birth to him, and that his father had died of illness when he was nine years old, and that he had been alone ever since.

Fortunately, my uncle relied on a few acres of land in his own house, although it was difficult, and with the help of his fellow villagers and neighbors, he also lived a healthy life.

But because of congenital defects, I haven't been able to get a daughter-in-law.

……

In the morning, I woke up early because of the habit of waking up early at school. Lying on the bed, smelling the familiar smell of home, my mind wandered again, and I thought back to what my uncle had said to me last night.

He said: "Xiaoli, do you know, in fact, in every village, there are one or two guardians, and they all have some problems, either congenital disabilities, or deaf or dumb. Or like me, born with IQ defects. ”

"Everyone comes to this world, there is a reason for his existence, like I said, I came here is actually very simple, that is, to protect this village, to help the people in this village to bear the suffering that will appear in fate."

My heart shook, I used to vaguely know this concept, but I didn't know that it was all true, I looked up at the face with the iconic smile, and suddenly admired in my heart, if I used to have a trace of contempt in front of this face full of confusion, now that trace of contempt is gone.

I remember my grandfather mentioning something about the concept of a village guardian. If you look closely, you should be able to see some clues. Legend has it that in every village, there are one or two people with birth defects, who have to endure inhuman eyes since they were young, and even bear the bullying of adults and children. And everything that we normal people should enjoy, they have never enjoyed.

And now, at last, someone told me face to face that all this was true, that they had the right to live like us, but for us, for the sake of us, for the sake of us people who take pleasure in bullying them, they chose to sacrifice themselves.

I remember that when I was very young, I was one of those people who took pleasure in bullying them, and although I never had it after being caught and beaten by my grandfather, I honestly still had a contempt for people like them in my heart.

I blushed suddenly, and while admiration for my uncle rose in my heart, I also felt guilty for him.

It seemed that he felt the change in me, and my uncle smiled with relief again. Then he continued: "You don't actually need to be like this, God gives everyone an equal opportunity, and becoming such a person naturally has related reasons or equivalent benefits, life is originally a practice, whether it is ordinary people or people like you, this is the case. ”

"As for me? I can't tell you right now why I came here and became the guardian here, and now I'm going to go and start my next practice, or ......"

My uncle paused, then suddenly looked up at the sky and smiled. Then he looked at me and said, "Xiaoli, your Sanqing Talisman is a good thing, remember to practice diligently, the world is about to be chaotic, there will be many places where you rely on it in the future, and we will still ...... one day." Forget it, if possible, I hope we never see each other again, or, I hope that the day we meet again will come a little later. ”

"I know you still have some questions you want to ask me, but I have already told you everything I can say, and the rest can only wait for you to find the answers slowly, and these answers are all you must experience in the future"

"Remember my words, the Sanqing Talisman must be practiced well, and it will escort you in the coming days. Also, don't talk to anyone about our conversation today, especially your grandfather, karma and sin, no one can stop him, and doing that will only be bad for him, okay, I'm leaving..."

I stared blankly at the concrete ceiling of my room, still recalling what my uncle had said to me last night, as if I understood something, but as if I hadn't grasped anything.

"Life is a spiritual practice, whether it's ordinary people or people like us...... Xiaoli, your Sanqing Talisman is a good thing, remember to practice diligently, the world is about to be chaotic, and there will be many places where you will rely on it in the future......"

These sentences echoed in my mind, and in addition to the shock of my uncle, I was more curious about the words in his tone. What kind of person is he, or to quote him to make a question: "Did he come to our small mountain village and become a guardian because of related reasons, or because of equivalent benefits?" ”

The world is about to be chaotic? Why is there chaos, and can this society still be chaotic today?

Unfortunately, there are still so many doubts, and I can't get answers.

"Whew"

I let out a sigh of relief, and smiled wryly as if I was used to it. Forget it, as my uncle said, all this will have an answer one day, and I vaguely feel in my heart that if I can't find the answer to all this in my life, I should be even more happy.

Of course, I won't talk about all this to anyone last night, even if it's my grandfather, because my uncle won't hurt me, I still firmly believe in that.

Because it was rare to go home once, my grandfather didn't wake me up early in the morning. But I couldn't sleep again, so I got up.

My home is not too big, a small two-story building built against the mountain, but because it is in the countryside, it is not much renovated, and the exterior walls are made of coal ash and whitewashed lime. Some years later, in some places you can see the earthy yellow color of the white lime peeling off.

And the inside of the house is the same, but compared to the wind and rain on the exterior wall, the inside is slightly better protected. The only regret is that the ceiling is due to the age and the craftsmanship of my father at the time, so it is difficult to escape the gravitational pull of the earth and fall, so I said that I slept on the bed and saw a cement-colored ceiling.

In addition, there are two pigsty and a utility room at the back, and the utility room originally looked like a kang building. What is a kang tower? Our main crops there are potatoes, wheat and corn, and the corn needs a period of air drying after being harvested to get rid of it smoothly, so the kang building was born, an independent and much higher than the general floor of the house, with beams in the middle, and then fixed with bamboo, after the corn is harvested, it is placed on the upper floor, and the lower layer is shelved. The purpose of using bamboo to make a partition is to allow the temperature to penetrate smoothly and dry the corn.

However, since my parents have been working for many years, the family has not planted any land, so the kang building has become a utility room. Similarly, my grandfather didn't raise pigs at home, so the two pigsty were also deserted.

But my family has a big yard, and my grandfather made a few small partitions and raised four or five chickens. Since my grandfather was usually home alone, the five chickens were all very wide, and when I got up, they were walking in the yard and basking in the sun.

My grandfather sat on a small stool with his old cigarette stick in his mouth. Of course, that old cigarette stick is 30 centimeters long, so I can't even hold it in my mouth, let alone talk about him. So the first thing I saw him was: an old man, holding the bottom of the cigarette stick in one hand, holding a lighter in the other, tirelessly lighting and extinguishing the fire, while blowing his beard and staring at the head of the cigarette gun that had just taken two puffs and then stopped moving.

I sighed and reached out and touched my pocket. I wanted to buy it for him before, but I always either can't remember it or I don't have any money. This time I finally got my chance.

I pulled out the boxy box in my pocket, shook it gently in front of my grandfather's eyes, then tore open the package and carefully pulled out one.

I just wanted to put a smoking gun on him, only to feel a gust of wind hit, I subconsciously raised my head, but before I could raise my head, I heard a bang, and the back of my head responded with a sharp pain.

At the same time, my grandfather's angry scolding sounded in my ears: "Okay, you little rabbit cub still dare to smoke, I can't kill you..."

I'm completely confused, what does that mean? What's wrong? Did the wall collapse and hit me on the head?

What I didn't know was that when I pulled out my cigarette and shook it gently in front of my grandfather, a storm was already brewing.

My grandfather should have been stunned for a moment, then to bewilderment, then to regain his ability to think, then to his eyes breathing fire, then to reacting, and then to my bewildered face.

And the old man's mind really didn't dare to compliment, so this was explained several times, and my grandfather still asked me with a look of disbelief: "Really didn't smoke?" ”

"I really didn't smoke"

"Why did you carry a cigarette with you if you didn't smoke?"

"I bought it for you." I was speechless, this is the third time that such a conversation has been conducted.

"Did you really buy it for me?"

"Really, really, I swear, I didn't think you would smoke that dry tobacco because of the effort, so I thought I would buy you a pack to try if I was used to it."

“……”

I really didn't want this meaningless conversation to continue, so I hurriedly explained: "Do you think, if I smoked, would I dare to take out a cigarette in front of you so brazenly?" I'm going to be weak-hearted, am I? And you see, the package has just been opened."

My grandfather didn't look like I was lying, so he stopped mentioning it, snatched the cigarette from my hand with a disdainful face, and skillfully took out one and put it on the cigarette stick, and muttered: "It's not that I haven't smoked, how fresh it is."

I massaged the back of my head with one hand, which had just been hit hard, and smiled bitterly in the wind.

Speaking of which, there may be an official who wants to ask, why don't you smoke paper cigarettes directly, and if you get a cigarette gun, isn't it taking off your pants and farting? I also asked my grandfather about this, of course, to be more tactful, and the big bag on the back of my head kept reminding me to be careful when I spoke.

And my grandfather's answer was that he had been smoking cigarettes for decades, and he didn't feel it directly. By the way, he also scolded: "You little fart child knows a fart"

I still believe my grandfather's answer, and I know it by looking at his ecstatic face.

……。

Actually, I was quite reluctant to rush to school after lunch, but I couldn't help it, it was too far away from school, and there was also evening self-study on weekends.

In the morning, I talked to my grandfather for a long time with the big bag on the back of my head, and I also knew some things in general, but some doubts still could not be solved, because even my grandfather did not know. I just don't bother about it.

Then I went and kowtowed to my uncle, who seemed unfathomable after last night, although I knew that even if I broke my head, my uncle would not know, because he left last night, went where he was supposed to go, and would not even come back for the first seven, but I still kowtowed very respectfully, and he could bear it.

My grandfather's aftermath was handled by my grandfather, because he had no children and was lonely all his life, and from the level of no blood relationship, my grandfather, or our family, was his closest person, so my grandfather naturally took over this matter.

……