As the child grew up day by day, he gradually noticed that there was something unusual in the family, so he asked Luo Shi: "Everyone else's children have fathers, where is my father?" Luo Shi had long expected such a day, so he made up a lie without changing his face and heartbeat: "Your father is in business, and it will take a long time to come back." ”

This lie continued until the child was twenty years old. At this time, the child is already a famous person, and he can be regarded as a young man. The son began to care what people thought of him and how he saw his family. Because people asked, "Is Ling Zun good?" He hesitated and had no words to answer.

Luo Shi's lies couldn't hide from his clever son, so he told his son everything that happened twenty years ago. When the twenty-year-old son heard his mother say this, he immediately asked that his father's body be removed from the embroidery building of that year and buried in a grand manner. This son of Luo Fu is a person who loves face very much, and as a lifter, he is most afraid that the people around him will suspect that his origin is not right. In this way, he can answer other people's questions with peace of mind.

Luo Fu took his well-dressed son to the embroidery building where he had a tryst with poor Xiucai, and came to the room where the corpse was hidden with a fairly clear memory, and uncovered the floor slab on the ground with his son.

To her and her son's amazement, Poor Xiucai's body was not decomposed, and Poor Xiucai, who was lying on his back between the floors, was as unharmed as he had been twenty years ago. It was as if he was just sleeping peacefully, but he hadn't woken up yet. She pressed the face of the poor Xiucai, and the muscles were still rosy and elastic. Poor Xiucai's hand was protected on his chest, and Luo Fu removed his hand and saw the silver coin that had been placed on his chest. The silver coin was not covered by a single dust, and the sun outside shone into the building, hitting the silver coin, and "shooting" a dazzling light. Luo Shi unconsciously raised his hand to block his eyes.

Her son was amazed that the father in front of him looked younger than himself. It is no wonder that Poor Xiucai was only eighteen years old when he died, and this glorious lintel was already twenty years old. The two of them looked so close that at first glance they thought the living man was the brother of the dead.

Her son hesitated for a moment, and hurriedly helped to lift the father, who looked younger than him. Luo Shi and her son tried to put the body of the poor Xiucai into the sacks used by the tenant farmers to pack rice. Her son didn't want anyone else to know about his father's dishonorable history. He even thought about it, when people asked him "why did Ling Zun die so early", he could tell with tears and snot that his father had encountered a vicious thief while doing business outside, and then by the way, he mixed in the bitter history of how he worked hard without his father's care, so as to show his strength and ambition.

It took a lot of effort for Luo Fu to pull the poor Xiucai's body out of the mezzanine of the floor.

With a "clang", the silver coin fell from the corpse's chest and rolled on the ground. Curiously, Rashiki's son picked up the silver coin and looked left and right.

"How can one side be so finely carved and the other side not have any carving?" The man with a full stomach asked his mother.

Before his mother could answer, she suddenly heard a cough.

"Do you have a cold? Pay attention to your body. Luo Shi asked his son with concern.

The son was "confused" and "confused": "I didn't cough, I thought it was you." ”

"I don't have either!" Luo Shi frowned.

Her son and she couldn't help but look at the corpse of poor Xiucai at the same time. The corpse actually moved!

The two of them were stunned! The corpse coughed a few more times, then squinted and patted the dust on its body vigorously, and then stretched as if it had just woken up. The corpse hadn't noticed the two people next to him, and he covered his mouth with his palms and yawned. Luo Shi looked at the poor Xiucai in front of him, and returned to twenty years ago in a trance.

"You, you, you, yes, it's a corpse, a corpse, right!?" Luo Shi asked in horror, his hands shaking. Her son, on the other hand, was stunned like a sculpture, dumbfounded and motionless.

When the corpse saw Luo Fu on the side, he immediately lay on the ground with his hands on his head as if he was "shooting", and shouted again and again: "Don't fight, don't fight, if you hit again, you will kill someone!" ”

Luo Shiki's expression was one moment of horror, one moment of surprise, and the other moment of horror. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, a gurgling in her throat. The corpse lay on the ground and stood still for a moment, and when he saw that no one stepped forward to beat him, he turned to look at Luo Shi and asked, "Where is your father?" Where's your dad? ”

"My dad? My dad died more than ten years ago! Luo Shi's eyes were full of tears, I don't know if it was because of excitement or panic, or both. Her son shook his head, opened his mouth wider than before, and became a statue again.

"Dead? Died more than ten years ago? The corpse asked puzzledly, still lying on the spot and not daring to move, as if the old man who killed him back then was still hiding somewhere in this embroidery building, and if he was not careful, he would jump out and beat him down. Or was it a dozen years ago? You're not lying to me, are you? You lied to me. You lied to me! ”

Luo Shi threw her head back to the sky, covered her face with her hands, and tears flowed from her fingers.

"You, what are you crying about? Am I wrong about what I said? Poor Xiucai crawled in front of Luo Fu, grabbed Luo Fu's hands and shook them vigorously, "Is something wrong?" What's wrong with your dad? Wasn't he still here? Don't cry! ”

At this time, the corpse found that there was another person behind Luo Fu, who was slightly older than him and had some similarities in appearance. The corpse was stunned for a moment, pointed to his son and asked Luo Fu, "Who is this person?" What is he doing here? After speaking, he looked his son up and down, his eyes full of "confusion" and "confusion".

"Who is he? Why do you look so much like me? What's going on? Am I dreaming? Was it because your dad came in just now that I was dreaming? Am I dreaming? The corpse shook Rashiki and let out a series of question marks. And Luo Shi couldn't cry anymore, and he couldn't answer his question at all.

The corpse suddenly found that the contents of Rashiki's body were in the hands of the strange man opposite, and the silver coin glittered in the sunlight, becoming the only bright spot in this dimly dilapidated embroidery building. The corpse had not yet found that the building was dilapidated, with cobwebs woven around many corners. The furniture in the house has long since lost its original luster, and many people's faces, like these furniture, have aged with the passage of time. It's just that Luo Fu and Poor Xiu are two rare exceptions.