Although 25 years ago, if a mother had a difficult birth, the chance of death was not small, but there was already a hospital, so why would my grandmother help my mother deliver the baby? Could it be that this place is really remote and backward?

I have the ability to predict dreams, could it be inherited from my mother, or ...... My father? The fate of people can be traced back to the roots, there will be luck only if there is life, and what gives me life must have a father in addition to my mother. The erasure of the traces of the mother, the grandmother's not mentioning the father, these may be the key to fate.

Let's not talk about my father, as far as my mother is concerned, will her death in childbirth be fate? Could it be that my grandmother and Aunt Mei said that my fate is that I can't get pregnant and have children, and I can't live a normal life? My intuition is not, if it were so simple, it wouldn't make my grandmother so frightened, and she wouldn't want to use Yang Shou to calm my yin.

"Maybe your mother didn't die in childbirth." Sheng Shiyao said suddenly.

I couldn't help but be stunned, why didn't I think of this? No, I have a vague memory of my grandmother before I was eleven years old, how can I remember my mother's death in childbirth? Could it be that I remembered by mistake, that Aunt Mei told me later? No, my mind was completely confused, and I couldn't determine which thing was true and which was false.

A big hand grabbed my head and pressed me into his arms, "Okay, don't think about it, I'll talk about it later if I can't come to a conclusion." ”

I looked up at him blankly, "Sheng Shiyao, I feel that I have been so confused, ignorant for more than 20 years, thinking that I am firmly following a correct path, but I find that my so-called right is all wrong. If Grandma hadn't woken up, maybe Aunt Mei wouldn't have brought up the old things again, and those hidden secrets would have been buried. ”

"Xiaoxiao," Sheng Shiyao said in a deep voice, with anger fainting in his dark eyes, "Are you starting to be pessimistic?" Want to escape? If yours is not true at all, what is the purpose of your Aunt Mei revealing that Huang Xingyuan listened to you and agreed that you would be looking for someone alone? Do you think she really wants to stop there? The whole thing is obvious, your Aunt Mei has been lurking by your grandmother's side for many years, gaining trust, waiting for the opportunity to find Huang Xingyuan's secret technique, and she didn't expect your grandmother to suddenly make a decision to make your Yangshou and Yin, and when she found out, she only had time to protect your grandmother's heart. Later, I found out that you have the ability to predict dreams, so I moved my thoughts to you, wanting you to explore Huang Xingyuan and find this secret art. From the beginning to the present, she has been planning all the time, and you have already thought about it, haven't you? ”

The corners of my eyes became moist, and my heart was full of sadness, and I tugged at the hem of his clothes and said sadly, "Why do you have to expose me? Just let me be a shrunken turtle. "If I could, I'd really rather be a shrunken turtle.

The whole thing is already clear, Aunt Mei is using me, on the one hand, let me check Huang Xingyuan, and on the other hand, she also wants me to find a way to save my grandmother. So, for so many years, her warmth for me is a means to envelop me, if I didn't happen to run into her conversation with my grandmother, then I would never doubt her, and even one day I really got Huang Xingyuan's secret technique, and I directly offered it with both hands.

Closing my eyes, they were all warm pictures of those who had been with Aunt Mei, there was liquid slowly oozing out from the corners of my eyes, I buried my face in Sheng Shiyao's arms, and his low magnetic voice came from the top of my head: "Xiaoxiao, don't cry." After a pause, he added, "I'm going to feel distressed." ”

My heart trembled, this was the first time he said such a thing, I raised my eyes and looked at him in a daze, there were still water droplets in my moist eyes, but my eyes were washed clear, "Sheng Shiyao, do you like me?" ”

I never knew how to figure out his thoughts, and I didn't dare to speculate on my own, when I was like a lonely warrior, I rushed to him and said loudly, "I like you", and I didn't dare to ask more "Do you like me", now I look up at him and ask the deepest desire in my heart.

The eyes that have always been deep, the waves floating, turning a few degrees, and finally, he said: If not, how can you be by your side?

I laughed and wept as I leaned against his chest and listened to the steady heartbeat. At this point, only this embrace can make me safe.

After feeling nostalgic, I regained my confidence and swept away my previous frustration. I'm going to ask my neighbors about the situation, and twenty-five years ago, as long as the old people who lived in the village, should know a little bit about my mother. Thinking that the door was open next door when I came yesterday, it is better to get closer than far away. When I walked out of the door, I saw a chair in front of the door of the next house, but I didn't see anyone.

After a moment's hesitation, I walked to the door and asked, "Is there anyone?" No one answered, looked back at Sheng Shiyao, hesitated a little and walked in, asking as he walked inside, but no one answered. I was taken aback when I saw an old man lying on the ground, and I didn't think about rushing up to help people up.

I found that the old man's eyes were closed, as if he was drowsy, and he was anxious not to know what to do. Sheng Shiyao walked over quickly, pressed it among the old man, and asked me to put the person on the ground, press on his chest, and finally the old man woke up and turned around.

We helped him to sit on the chair, and when he calmed down, I asked, "Are you Zhang Liuye?" "Actually, when I picked up this old man just now, I vaguely felt a little familiar, after all, I was eleven years old when my grandmother had an accident, except for the vagueness about my grandmother, I have an impression of other things and people.

I am a little happy to see that Zhang Liuye is still there, the two families are adjacent to each other and have a good relationship, he must know a lot of things. But after I asked, Zhang Liuye sat there in a daze as if he hadn't heard, and I asked again, and it was still the same. My heart sank, isn't it dementia?

But he heard Sheng Shiyao say: "He is deaf." ”

Yes? Deaf? I got closer to Zhang Liuye and shouted, but I didn't see any reaction from him. As far as I know, Zhang Liuye is older than his grandmother, and he may be in his eighties this year. Seeing that his eyes are clear, it is estimated that his eyesight is good, Sheng Shiyao said to try other ways to communicate, seeing that his situation may have fallen, and his mind is not very clear.

I didn't know that Zhang Liuye could read, so I found a pen and paper, wrote a line on the paper and handed it to him. After waiting for a while, there was no movement, and when he was feeling discouraged, he suddenly lowered his head to look, and it took more than ten seconds for him to raise his head to look at me, and hesitated to speak: "Are you the granddaughter of the old woman?" ”

I was overjoyed in my heart, this is the title, back then Zhang Liuye always called his grandmother an old woman, nodded again and again, and wrote on the paper: Mmmm, I am A Xiao, do you remember? When I was a child, I asked you to ask for zongzi leaves, and I would eat your zongzi.

Zhang Liuye seemed to think for a while, and then smiled: "Ah Xiao, remember to remember, you are so old." "He spoke very loudly, as if I was afraid that I would not be able to hear, which is a common problem of deaf old people.

Looking at this situation, Zhang Liuye seemed to be quite sober, not completely confused, I hurriedly got to the point and wrote on the paper to ask about my mother. I saw that after he read my writing, his brows frowned as if he was recalling, and after a while he said, "It seems that the old woman has no daughter." No, what's the name of someone who has a daughter? May? ”

Uh, Zhang Liuye confused Aunt Mei with her mother. I hurriedly wrote on the paper: Xiaomei is not my grandmother's daughter, she was adopted, and she was fifteen years old when she brought it back, think about it again.

Zhang Liuye really hung his head and thought seriously, during my communication with him, Sheng Shiyao walked around the house, and when he came out of the inner room, he saw that his expression was dark and uncertain, and I couldn't ask for a while.

I thought that Zhang Liuye would think about it for a long time, but after two minutes, he raised his head and said: "Mrs. Cheng has never been married in her life, and she has never given birth to a daughter." ”

What the? Grandma never married? How can it be? So how did Mom come about? Is it adopted?

Zhang Liuye said again: "Mrs. Cheng was very beautiful back then, when she first came to the village, many guys liked her, but she had a high vision, and no one looked down on her. ”

I grasped an important point, he said that my grandmother had just come to the village, which meant that my grandmother was not from this village? hurriedly wrote and asked, and sure enough, Zhang Liuye shook his head and said: "No, our village is called Zhangjia Village, naturally there are the most surnamed Zhang, and there are only a few people with the surname Jiang and Jiang, but there is no surname Cheng." Cheng Ke is a cold surname. ”

"Is there a surname for that?" My heart moved, remembering the monument erected by my grandmother in the cemetery, and seeing that Zhang Liuye did not respond, I remembered that he couldn't hear it, so I quickly wrote it on paper, and he said after reading it: "No, there is no one surnamed He in Zhangjia Village, and no one calls He Yunlai." ”

He Yunlai is the name on that tombstone. The topic has gone afar, and I return to my mother's affairs again, whether my grandmother is married or not, my mother has grown up for at least 20 years since she was a child, and there are always traces to follow. But obviously the communication after that was very difficult, Zhang Liuye would say this and that, and he mixed Aunt Mei with her mother and me when I was a child and even when I was an infant.

In the end, I couldn't ask anything, and I had the idea of leaving, but when I looked at the outhouse, no one came back for so long, and I wondered, why didn't the family pay attention to such an old man? If we hadn't come over just now, no one would have known that this Sixth Master was unconscious.

But I heard Sheng Shiyao say on the side: "Don't look at it, he lives alone in this house, and there are only his belongings in the inner room." ”

How so? Zhang Liuye has two sons and a daughter, and they hugged me when I was a child. Suddenly heard a voice coming from outside the door, I was shocked, and I intuitively went to see Sheng Shiyao, and saw that he raised his eyebrows and didn't move, so he settled down. There really is no need to panic too much, next to me is my own hometown, and I am not a real thief, so why be afraid of people talking about things.

Within two seconds, a woman in her forties walked in, still shouting "Sixth Master" in her mouth, and when she saw me and Sheng Shiyao, she was stunned and asked suspiciously: "...... are you?"

I was just about to open my mouth to introduce myself, when Zhang Liuye suddenly got up and said to the woman excitedly, "Lingzi, you're back." The woman couldn't take care of us, so she hurriedly stepped forward to hold his hand and explained: "Sixth master, you admit your mistake again, I'm not Lingzi, alas, it's really a sin, no matter how loud you say, you can't hear it." Sit well, don't get up. After speaking, Zhang Liuye sat down again, went inside and took a blanket to cover his lap, seeing that this posture did not seem to be the first time.