I flipped through the map and found that it was only more than 30 kilometers away from Gushan, so I thought about going back to see it, mainly because I wanted to ask my grandfather about 653.

I told Liu Rumei about my idea, and she agreed with it, praising the idea while despising me for not getting anything for the Dragon King's Temple. I smiled noncommittally at this, who can say if it is really nothing?

Half an hour later, Liu Rumei and I had arrived at our destination.

My father was not at home, and my mother and grandmother couldn't help but say that they took her to the back room to chat, leaving only me and my grandfather and grandchildren in the courtyard.

"Grandpa, how much do you know about 653?" I'm straight to the point and straight to the point.

Grandpa's hand holding the teapot was visibly stiff, he looked up at me, and instead of answering my question, he asked very calmly, "What?" Did they find you? ”

"Hmm." I nodded, and then said, "I've been to Base 653, and they said you worked with them too, is it true?" ”

Grandpa slowly put down the teapot in his hand, then looked at me again, and continued to say very calmly: "Cooperation, that was a long time ago, and it has something to do with the ruins of the Feather Human Clan. ”

"That's exactly what happened." I felt strange when I saw my grandfather recognize the mark on the clay pot before, wondering how he knew so much about the Feather Human Clan, but now I realized that the whole thing was connected. The reason why he was able to recognize the Featherman sigil at a glance was because he had been exposed to the same sigil during his cooperation with 653.

"653 guards secrets that ordinary people can't understand."

I was a little surprised by my grandfather's words, and I tried to ask what it was, but he shook his head and said nothing. I felt that if I wanted him to speak, I still needed to put some fierce information to let him understand that I had been in contact with a lot, so I told him carefully and carefully what had happened these days, from beginning to end, but I omitted the accident between me and the fat man.

Grandpa was really moved when he heard my story, especially when he mentioned the leech, I could clearly feel that he was trembling, and it seemed that it had left him with a very bad memory.

"Do you think people can come back to life after death?" After listening to me, my grandfather asked me this question coldly.

This question is exactly what Liu Rumei and I have been wondering about, and suddenly hearing my grandfather ask me like this, I feel that I am one step closer to the answer. I hurriedly replied: "Of course not, as the saying goes, people die like a lamp goes out, how can there be a reason to come back from the dead." ”

Grandpa nodded, then said, "I used to think so, too. ”

"What?" I was surprised, grandpa obviously had something in his words, he used to think so, could it be that what happened later made him stop thinking so? So, I hurriedly asked, "Is there really such a thing as a resurrection of the dead in this world?" ”

Grandpa didn't answer, just looked at me with a smile. I thought he must know more about it, so I continued to ask, "Grandpa, tell me what you know, I won't be able to sleep if I don't say anything like this." ”

Grandpa smiled and shook his head, and then asked, "Fen, what do you think life is?" ”

My head is big, and I feel that my grandfather definitely doesn't want to have a good chat today, and this is a topic that goes straight to the soul. I scratched my head and said, "What is life?" Carbon-based composition? Cell? DNA？ Ribonucleic acid ......"

Grandpa didn't say anything and continued to shake his head.

I pursed my lips and said, "Then I don't know." ”

Grandpa looked very calm and said lightly: "That is life in the eyes of ordinary people." ”

This is another sentence with words, in the eyes of ordinary people, what is it that ordinary people can't see? I felt that it was in vain for me to ask, so I simply looked at my grandfather quietly and waited for him to speak. So, our grandfather and grandson sat quietly and looked at each other, and the atmosphere was awkward and weird.

Grandpa finally spoke, saying, "There are some things that no one believes if you don't see them with your own eyes." ”

Hearing him say this, I felt that there was no need to continue on this topic at all, so I changed my strategy and talked about the strange letters and strange photos.

Grandpa listened very carefully, never interjected, and after listening to me, he stood up tremblingly, didn't say anything, and just left. I was the only one left in the courtyard, and a fresh breeze came, and a fallen leaf slowly slipped down.

What's going on? I sat in the courtyard in a daze, completely unaware of why. Did I say that the old man was annoyed? Seemingly...... Possible...... No, right...... The photo is very strange and incomprehensible, maybe grandpa thinks I'm talking nonsense and doesn't like to hear it and leaves......

"Fen, come over and help."

While I was sitting there thinking about it, my grandfather's voice came from inside the house.

"Oh......"

I answered, not knowing what my grandfather was going to do, and hurried to the house.

This room was my grandparents' bedroom, and I used to stay here a lot when I was a child. The house has a unique earthen kang in the southern part of Jinnan, and a simple and neat futon. Next to the kang is a black cabinet more than a person high, and inside it is all clothes. When I was a child, I always felt that my grandfather had hidden all the valuable things in the house, but he couldn't open them because he didn't have the key.

Grandpa held up his cane, pointed to one of the wooden boxes with it, and said, "Fen, move this box down." ”

"Hmm."

I stepped on the stool and struggled to remove the wooden box from the cabinet, which was very heavy, and I didn't know what treasure my grandfather had hidden in it.

Grandpa then instructed, "Let's move to the yard." ”

"Hmm."

The dust on the lid of the wooden box was the thickness of two coins, and I got a brush to carefully sweep the dust off it, and only then did the original lid of the box be revealed. It turned out that there was a line of words on the lid of this box, which read: "Long live Chairman Mao!" ”。 This is something peculiar to that era, and many young people nowadays have no idea how heavy this sentence really is.

Grandpa groped around his waist for a long time, and finally found two copper keys that had been worn out very badly. After holding it in his hand and looking at it for a long time, he handed it to me slowly, pointed to the box and said, "Open it." ”

"Hmm."

The lock is very old, and even a little rusty, but the lock spring inside is fine, and it is gently twisted with the key, "poof"! The lock opened. I took off the lock and quietly stepped aside, waiting for my grandfather to unpack the treasure.

"Squeak...... Bang Dang! ”

Grandpa lifted the lid of the box, perhaps a little excited, and his hands trembled a little. I glanced at the box, no wonder it was so heavy, it turned out to be full of letters and manuscript paper, full of boxes.

Grandpa flipped through it a little and pulled out a thick brown paper envelope from the pile of letters. He looked carefully at the words on the envelope before he opened it tremblingly and pulled out a plastic paper bag from the envelope. He looked at the plastic paper bag in his hand, then walked to the table and sat down, carefully opening the wrapped plastic paper layer by layer.

A stack of yellowed old black-and-white photographs.

Grandpa didn't give it to me, but took out his reading glasses from his pocket and put them on, and looked at them slowly. I wondered what he was looking at, but I thought it was not good to bother myself with such things as looking at photos, so I just sat and waited.

Grandpa slowly flipped out a photo, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then gently placed it on the table and pushed it towards me.

I took it gently and looked at it carefully for a long time. It was a yellowed black-and-white photo of two people in it, but I was shocked by the two people in front of me. I found out that one of them was very similar to me, and the other was Political Commissar Lu, whom I had just met before, so I would never be mistaken. I pointed to the photo and asked, "Grandpa, is this person Political Commissar Lu?" ”

Grandpa nodded.

I then asked, "What about this one?" Was it when you were younger? ”

Grandpa continued to nod.

I said suspiciously: "Judging from the photo, he is about the same age as you, so isn't he already in his old age now, but I just met Political Commissar Lu before, and he is still as young as in the photo, what's going on?" ”

Grandpa didn't answer immediately, but looked at the photo quietly, and after a long time said, "Is it strange?" If you don't see this kind of thing with your own eyes, you won't believe it if you say it. ”

I was surprised and asked, "What's going on?" Eternal life? Forever young? ”

Grandpa shook his head and didn't answer, just continued to look at the picture in contemplation. After a long time, he finally spoke, "I don't know how he did it, I've heard that he died." ”

I asked, "Did he die?" Could it be the kind of fake death? ”

Grandpa continued to shake his head and said, "I wasn't there, I just heard. ”

I then threw out the doubts in my mind: "Death and eternal youth?" How is this possible? Could it be that this has something to do with the Feather Human Race? ”

Grandpa was silent again, looked down at the photo in his hand, then took out another one, looked at it, and pushed it to me again.

I took the photo again, this photo is a single half-length photo, on it is a middle-aged man, the Chinese face is very distinctive, but I feel very raw, I have not seen this person in my impression. I looked away from him and looked at the background of the photo, and behind him was a black figure that was curved upside down like a dome, or the edge of a yurt, but it was much more sleek than the arc of the yurt, and the black-and-white was not clear enough for me to see the details of the thing.

I couldn't understand it, so I pointed to the photo and asked, "Grandpa, what's on it?" ”

Grandpa didn't look at me, nor did he look at the photos, but turned his head to the side of the lonely mountain. Looking at the lush mountains, he said, "That's something that ordinary people can't understand, and it's also the meaning of 653's existence." ”