When I got home, it was already ten o'clock at night.

The village is not big, but it cannot be said to be small, the whole Yanling Village is scattered with dozens of families along the slope of the mountain, and there is a cement road that winds and turns to roughly string all the families together.

Graphite their family is still an old-style wooden house, made by grandfather and father, their ancestors are carpenter heirlooms, generations have relied on this craft to eat, to graphite this generation, I am afraid to break the ancestral inheritance.

The old house is located on a gentle earthen dam at the end of the village.

There is a cement yard in front of the house, there is a big ginkgo tree on the side of the courtyard, standing under the tree is facing the majestic mountain range of Jinyan Mountain in the distance, and down is a large cedar forest extending all the way to the valley below, and there is a stream in the middle of the valley that flows slowly to Meilian Town outside.

Graphite drove the car to the yard, the headlights illuminated the yard and the old house, because it was uninhabited for a long time, the yard was already full of ginkgo leaves, when the wheels ran over those fallen leaves, it made a slight rustling sound, and after graphite turned off the car and turned off the lights, the whole world suddenly darkened, he sat in the car to adapt to the silent darkness, in silence, he felt like he was one with the world around him.

After a while, he opened the car door and jumped out of the car, and when he went to turn on the lights under the porch of the old house, he found that there was no electricity, and it should have been closed when his mother left.

He took the flashlight and turned around and went to the wing room on the left, found the distribution box on one wall of the wing, and then switched the main switch on, and the outside corridor light was immediately lit.

When I returned to the main room, I opened the copper padlock on the door, reached out and gently pushed it in, only to hear a "squeak", and the two slightly heavy wooden doors slowly opened inward, and the orange light outside the corridor immediately sprinkled into the hall.

A faint dusty breath came from the hall.

Facing the front wall of the hall house, there is a New Year's painting of the Eight Immortals Congratulations, there are three big characters of "Wufutang" on it, there is a high leg long table below the main wall, it is a slightly lower table of the Eight Immortals, there is a pair of calligraphy and paintings on the walls on both sides of the hall house, and there is a set of high-backed wooden chairs under the calligraphy and painting.

Graphite stood in front of the door of the hall in a daze, looking at everything familiar in front of him, and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

I stood like this for a while.

Then he went into the inner room, and behind the main wall, he turned on several light switches, and the lights in the hall were turned on at once, and the lights in the back aisle were also lit, and the lights in the back hall were also on, and these lights penetrated the night and the loneliness of the old house.

The whole old house suddenly woke up from its slumber.

The house is quite clean, only a layer of barely visible dust, the air in the mountains is fresh, unlike the city, and the house that has not been lived in for three years still looks clean and tidy.

Graphite hastily cleaned up his room, and went up to the attic to open a camphor wood box, and turned out the bedding from the inside, all of which were stored neatly in vacuum bags, and these big boxes at home were left by the previous grandfather, which were both strong and durable.

After the room was cleaned up, he went to the car to carry his luggage to the house one by one.

Finally, he noticed that in the corner of the trunk, the meteorite picked up on the road looked dark and round, like a lead ball.

This is also a windfall on the way home, and it may be worth a lot of money.

But for him, does money still make sense? For him, many things in the world are insignificant.

Two months ago, when he got the report from the hospital, he was already dead.

After intense inner struggle, he finally convinced himself to give up on treatment. At that time, there was already a crisis in his marriage, and he didn't want to live in a humble, hopeless, and withered life, and he didn't want to live like a poor worm, hoping for the mercy of others.

What's more, there is no definite hope at all for breaking the family to cure the disease, is it really worth it?

There is another reason why Graphite doesn't want to be treated, because of his father, his father died of lung cancer, it was ten years ago, Graphite clearly remembers that his father had a very difficult time dragging his sick and disabled body in the last limited years, and it was a trivial matter when the money was spent, mainly because people were tortured.

Graphite didn't want to live without dignity when he left, and he also knew that he had little hope of being cured of such a disease. He wants to make his limited days more dignified, and when it really comes to that day, that is, a ridge of loess, which is very ordinary, no one can escape, the difference is just that the days are longer and shorter.

He didn't tell Yu Lin about this from beginning to end.

When Graphite went to check, the two of them were still in a cold war, and when he got the results, he sat on the beach for a whole day.

The next day, he went to another hospital for a re-examination, and the results were the same.

In those days, he was surrounded by all kinds of fears every day, and he couldn't sleep all night in despair.

Yu Lin didn't know about him, and he didn't tell his mother and sister about it, he didn't want them to be tortured with him.

What is the most egalitarian thing in this world?

Graphite thinks that everyone has to face death, it does not choose whether you are noble or poor, and everyone will eventually die.

Therefore, graphite finally figured it out, thought it through, and thought about it, and there was not much left of his life, and he would go back to where he came from.

……

Graphite moved the meteorite to the left wing, where it was placed on the middle workbench.

He stared at the meteorite with curiosity for a long time.

The left wing room was originally a carpentry workshop of his father, and later it was packed into a tool room by graphite, and his father's carpentry guys were packed in two wooden boxes, of course, all of them belong to him now, in addition, graphite later added some new hardware tools, all kinds of power tools, which may also be regarded as a kind of inheritance.

He found a small hammer and carefully knocked it on the meteorite.

"Ding!"

It's like the sound of hitting a metal ball.

Strangely, there was no trace of the meteorite at all.

So he knocked a few more times, each heavier than the other.

There was a sound of "ding-ding-ding" striking iron in the wing.

When he looked closely at the meteorite again, he found that there was still no trace of the meteorite.

Graphite was suspicious in his heart, and muttered to himself:

"What kind of metal is this extraterrestrial meteorite? The hardness is so high! ”

Then, as if he remembered something, he immediately went to the shelf on the right, looked for a while, and soon turned out a magnet in a cardboard box, turned around and slowly approached the magnet, and carefully felt the reaction of the magnet in his hand.

No response, no response after several attempts.

What exactly is it?

……