When I saw that big ravine and looked at the surrounding terrain, I immediately recognized that this place was actually a mountain behind my old village.

The mountain is very barren and has almost no vegetation, let alone winter, and even if it comes in summer, it is bare, so no one usually comes here. When I was young, I ran around the village, running everywhere I could, and when I was bored, several children would go here in groups to slip around.

The gate in the Danmeng Basin will actually connect to the mountains behind my hometown.

When I recognized this place, my feelings were a little complicated, and I don't know if there is any pattern in the time and space that the gate crosses. If there is no pattern, it will be too coincidental to go directly to my hometown.

It took more than an hour to walk from here to the village at the bottom of the mountain, and now that I'm here, I want to visit the village.

I wrapped my clothes, drugged the wounds on my face, and was blown by the biting cold wind, as if frozen. My whole face was almost numb from the cold, but it relieved the pain, and I endured the pain and walked slowly through the path.

Because of the snow, I walked for two hours, and by the time I came down, the sun had already set.

Standing in this place, you can see the village in the distance. My heart was a little excited, because the last time I entered the gate with Bao Weigong, I saw my childhood self in my hometown village.

It's really a terrifying, but at the same time very amazing. At this moment, I suddenly looked forward to seeing those familiar people from this angle.

I quickened my pace and walked towards the village in the distance.

It was very cold, especially in a village like ours that was close to the mountains. It took me another twenty minutes to walk to the village. The village was empty, it was a little late and cold, and people were hiding in their homes and cats, and there was no one in sight.

I'd love to know what my home looks like now.

I followed the familiar road in the village, in the direction of home. Before I could get to the front, I saw a man standing at the gate of the courtyard. The man didn't seem to be afraid of the cold, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

It's still a long way off, but my heart pounds twice. I could feel that the man was my father.

I don't know where I got my confidence, but when I saw a blurry figure in this not very bright environment, I could conclude that it must be my father. It was at this time that I remembered what some people said in the ancient line, many things are not seen with the eyes, but by the heart.

I picked up my pace again and headed towards the door. When the distance was closer, I hesitated a little, because the man standing at the gate of the courtyard was a very young-looking man, probably only twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

However, the smell that feels familiar to me is constantly permeating. In a flash of lightning, I understood.

This man is a father, a father when he was young.

If it weren't for that gate, I don't think anyone would have been able to see the elders of their youth alive. When I walked not far from the courtyard gate, I couldn't move my steps, and I looked at my father blankly.

I saw my father, and my father saw me, and I don't know if there was a strong telepathy between father and son, even if it crossed space and time, but that kind of induction was like quantum entanglement, which could not be blocked by distance.

At this moment, my father looked at me with obvious hesitation.

He shouldn't have recognized me, and no one could have imagined that more than twenty years later, someone would appear in front of him at this time. Moreover, those inexplicable pus on my face plus the application of medicine are basically equivalent to disfigurement, and it is impossible for someone who is not familiar to recognize me.

I don't know if he felt like me in his heart, but he looked at me for a while.

I slowly walked forward again, and the two of us were barely three meters apart.

"You're passing by?" Father finally spoke.

"Yes, passing through here."

"What's wrong with your face?"

"I don't know, for some reason, there are several sores, and some of them are suppurated."

"That's a hassle." The father shook his head: "There is no doctor in the village, and the health center in the town is still thirty miles away from here. ”

My father turned around and walked into the courtyard gate, and I followed. When my feet crossed the threshold, I felt that the communication between the two people was so straightforward, and there was no obstacle at all. For my father, I am definitely a stranger now, but he is defenseless and unguarded, just like an acquaintance who has known him for a long, long time.

The courtyard is a courtyard that I am familiar with, a hall house, and a hall house that I am familiar with. My father took me into the house, got the alcohol, and wiped the powder off my face with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol.

"What's your name and how old are you?"

"My surname is Lian, and my name is Liandu." My father may really be unwary of me, and when I asked, he answered me bluntly: "Twenty-seven this year." ”

"Twenty-seven?"

"yes, twenty-seven." As his father spoke, he frowned slightly: "Your wound has been suppurating for a long time, this will clear out all the pus and blood, otherwise it will become more and more serious." ”

"Hmm....... "I was a little absent-minded, and I happened to be born in the winter when my father was twenty-seven years old.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look elsewhere in the room. I saw a shelf made of sticks for drying clothes next to the house, and a small pot of charcoal fire that was about to be extinguished under the shelf. The shelves are filled with tiny clothes.

"Have children at home?"

"There is one, my son." My father scrubbed my wounds very seriously: "It's not a full moon yet. ”

"Then why didn't you see the child?"

"He ......" The father's hand paused obviously, as if it were trembling, but he quickly returned to normal: "His mother is not here, the child needs to be fed, and it happens that there is a family in the village who has just given birth to a child, so I will take him over and ask someone to feed him." ”

This sentence seems to ask about my father's sore spot. When I was born, my mother was gone. I can imagine that my father is in an indescribable feeling at this moment. As a first-time father, but the partners who are in love with each other are separated from each other, mixed with joys and sorrows, and those who have not experienced it cannot empathize.

My father wiped all the powder off my face and carefully squeezed out the pus and blood that remained in the wound. It was painful to squeeze the wound, and I was gritting my teeth all the time during the whole process.

After a while, the wound was finally completely cleared. I couldn't help but say nothing, but my father was sweating profusely, and he looked at me, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You're such a tough person, it's the first time I've seen it, others squeezed pus, and before they started, I'm afraid they were already screaming in pain." My father took a basin, put some hot water in it, and said to me, "Wash it, it's getting late, and the car to the town can't catch up, and if you leave now, you won't even have to eat, so you will have a meal here." ”

"Okay." I bent down to wash my hands, and I couldn't tell what it was like.

The father went to the kitchen to work for a while, and brought the vegetables and steamed buns over: "Don't dislike it, it's the leftover dishes at noon, and it's too late to make it temporarily now, so I'll eat some of them, do you drink or not?" ”

"I can drink some, but not much."

"Let's drink a little, then."

The two of us sat down at a small table next to the fire and began to eat and drink. It's hard to imagine such an exchange, he didn't even ask me who I was, what my name was, where I came from, and just left me at home for dinner. I think maybe my father also has an innate affection and trust for me, a "stranger".

The two of us touched a glass, and my father leaned his neck directly, then pressed my cup and said, "You come a little less, if you have external injuries, drink less white wine, just take two sips to warm up." ”

I drank less, but my father drank more, and after half an hour, he was obviously a little older.

"You're from outside, you're well-informed, and I want to ask you something."

"Say it."

"What do people do when they don't know what to do?"

"Sit and wait." I poured him wine and said, "I can't hide from what I should come, I can't hide from it, I can't come if I don't want to come, my fate is predestined, I don't know what to do, then I don't do anything, and when the time comes, the answer will come out by itself." ”

"There's one more problem." My father didn't know if he understood me, so he asked, "Is one person important, or is the world important?" ”

"It's no different, everyone has a different answer." I couldn't help but lower my head, I could hear the helplessness and sadness in my father's tone when he asked this: "To the whole world, a person is just one person, but for some people, this person may be his world." ”

"Taught." The father solemnly picked up his cup and drank it all.

I know that my father's alcohol consumption is quite good, generally speaking, drinking eight taels of liquor should not be too much, but today, after drinking half a bottle of wine, his words increased, and he talked about everything. In my impression, he has been a taciturn and reserved person for a long time, and there are not many opportunities to open his heart like this.

"You must have traveled many places, experienced many things, and met many people." The father was slightly upset, but his mind should be sober, he took another sip of wine and said, "I've already asked you about the problem, so let's just trouble you one more thing." ”

"You say."

"My son, not long after he was born, I haven't thought about what to name him, I have thought of twenty or thirty names before and after, and I don't think it's appropriate, you have knowledge, can you help me think of a name?"

After listening to it, I suddenly felt that what Apzongshen said to me at that time was not pure nonsense.

Everything is actually a reincarnation, as big as heaven and earth, as small as one person, and there is reincarnation in reincarnation, and there is no end to life. The antecedents and consequences seem to have been arranged by fate.

"Your surname is Lian." I raised my head and said to him, "Then your son, let's call Lian Chengfeng." ”