Since waking up from that dream, I have not had a sleepless night. I feel like I'm in a puzzle, the Taoist priest said this is life, my mother said let me go quietly, am I really going to die? My grandfather, who was sick in bed, took me to the back mountain road to see that I was walking like flying, and I didn't look sick at all. And the father is not so simple, not at all like a poor peasant who cultivates the land.

I still couldn't think of a reasonable explanation after thinking about it, and when I looked up the window, it was almost dawn. I shook my head and fell asleep.

It was already noon when I got up, and it was strange that no one at home called me to eat, so it stands to reason that my mother should have come to my room at this point to wake me up. I put on my coat and prepared to go out to have a look, but I found that my father's door was closed. I pushed open the door with a hint of doubt, because at this point, my father had already gone up to the back mountain to plow the land, and it was impossible for him to still be asleep.

The door opened, and it was empty. I felt a little confused, and I ran to my grandfather's room again. There was still a musty smell mixed with a hint of blood in the room, but Grandpa's room was also empty, leaving only yesterday's paper umbrella.

Could it be that there is something going on at home today, everyone is out? Yesterday's dream, today's disappearance of my family makes me more and more confused, and I am terrified to think about it! Ever since I had the incense last night, everyone except my mother seemed to be relieved.

Thinking of this, I was going to go to the back mountain for a walk, because I couldn't think of the result myself, so I might as well relax myself.

The back mountain is still relatively desolate, with a lot of unmined wasteland, but this land is not allocated. It means telling everybody that you can go and mine, and we pretend we don't know. Everyone knows it, but the population is small, and basically no one goes to the back mountain. Everyone guards their own one-third of an acre of land.

Getting back to the point, when I got to the back mountain, it was almost evening. I'm one of those chronic people, going round and round and running that way. After wandering outside for two hours, I walked to the back mountain.

"Hey, Brother Xiaoyong, you're back." A young man about my age with a hoe on his back shouted excitedly.

I'm glad to know who knows me, because my father was usually lazy and didn't communicate well, and my grandfather basically cut off contact with everyone after he was sick in bed. Very few people in the town knew me, and even if they did, they wouldn't greet me, they would just nod their heads and leave.

I saw that the boy had already rushed towards me, and I looked at it, I wiped it! Isn't this Wang Wei? I waved excitedly at him. Wang Wei's grandfather's name is Wang Tian, and he is my grandfather's best friend. Xiaowei and I are also small, and since we were children, we have thrown eggs at home, dug birds' nests, and done all the "bad things".

As I said before, Wang Wei's grandfather Wang Tian is a Taoist priest, but his grandfather Wang Tian calculates hexagrams and looks at people. Meaning, I'll calculate it for you, and you look at it and give money. In the words of his grandfather, fortune-telling is not about making money, but about accumulating yin virtue for children and grandchildren. Therefore, Wang Wei's family is very poor like our family, and Wang Wei is even more miserable, he has never studied, and he has been farming in the mountains since he was a child.

Since I went to school, I haven't seen Xiaowei for a long time, except when I came back from vacation. I was also very excited to see him, Xiaowei grabbed my hand and was about to take me to drink, in his words, "Life is not satisfactory, wine can cure sorrow", he is the kind of big grinning character.

In fact, most of the reason why I drank with Xiaowei was that I was in a bad mood. Because the father is so abnormal, does the family have to hide everything? Part of the reason is the same as Xiaowei, because I haven't seen him for a long time.

After three rounds of drinking, I suddenly thought that I and Xiaowei's family are also world friends, will Xiaowei hear some news?

"Xiaowei, do you know the Taoist Temple of the Crape Myrtle Emperor in the back mountain?" I said softly, saying that it was a Taoist temple, but in fact it was just a small temple, and Emperor Ziwei was enshrined in it. And the back mountain is also very desolate, basically no one goes, so not many people know about it.

Xiao Wei, looking back and forth for a while, quietly leaned in my ear and said, "Brother Xiao Yong, you may not know if you ask others, but I definitely know if you ask." ”

"Don't forget that our two families are world friends. Your house is dedicated to the Emperor Ziwei. It's the same with what is enshrined in our house. It's just that my dad didn't let me cultivate the Tao since I was a child. Otherwise, you'll have to call me Daoye! Xiaowei snorted and said.

"Actually, Xiaowei, let me tell you, I've already cultivated. But my mother was sad and kept saying things like telling me to go quietly. "I told Xiaowei about the events of the day.

"Brother Xiaoyong, you can't change your fate if you don't get in. Because this is a curse, a curse of your Yang family! Every three generations one will die, and he will not live to be twenty years old. Xiao Wei pretended to be mysterious.

"Okay, Brother Xiaoyong, there is wine today, drunk today, no wine tomorrow, and tomorrow worry. It's a day to be able to live," Xiao Wei comforted me when he saw me, Xiao Wei is the kind of character that is very aggressive.

I sighed and didn't speak, but what I thought in my heart was that I must ask them when they come back, and I can't let me go on without knowing why.

"Drink, drink!" Xiaowei shouted at me, and I nodded and clinked a glass with him.

After it was over, I said goodbye to Xiaowei and staggered home.

That night I dreamed of the Taoist priest again, and this time he didn't say anything, just looked at me with a kind face. I tried to speak, but I found that I couldn't make a sound, and after a while, the Taoist priest's face changed dramatically and he suddenly flew away in a hurry.

This time I slept soundly, as if I had entered another dimension. No one bothered me, and I felt tired and tired, as if I had gone through a big battle.

But I began to resent Emperor Ziwei a little, my ancestor was your scholar, but you treated him like this, and left a feng shui manuscript with a curse, what the hell does it mean.

Originally, I thought that the gods and immortals in the sky were very kind, but I felt that these immortals were at most capable people, they also had selfish intentions, they also had seven emotions and six desires, and they would also harm others.

Bang bang bang!

I was awakened by a knock on the door, and I hurriedly put on my clothes and prepared to open the door. Father and Grandpa had finally returned, and I could finally ask about the curse, and I pushed the door open as I pondered how to ask them.

I saw Xiaowei looking at me with a smile on his face, still carrying rice in his hand.

"I'm rubbing! How are you? "I was disappointed, because I thought it was my father and they came back, but I didn't expect it to be Xiaowei.

Xiao Wei still had the same harmless expression, and said with a smile: "Uncle Yang Yu is not at home, if I don't come, you will starve to death." ”

I didn't know what to say about Xiaowei when I heard this, because he came to bring me food with good intentions, but I really couldn't get interested, because the curse was pestering me and I couldn't sleep.

Xiaowei looked at me with a worried look on his face and quipped, "Brother Xiaoyong, what are you afraid of." ”

"Well, I'm not afraid, I just don't like to be deceived." I said softly.

Xiaowei shook his head and told me not to think about it and hurry up and eat. I nodded, because I had no appetite, I could only swallow mechanically.