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The mountain does not have a name, and the people in the village refer to it as "Back Mountain", and the altitude is not high, only about 500 meters. There are no tall trees on the mountain, most of them are low shrubs, but the vegetation is very lush, and it doesn't seem to have a weird atmosphere, or even the slightest interest in going up and looking at it.

The trail was very flat, and I walked all the way to the top of the mountain, and I didn't see any caves or anything like that, only a few children tending sheep.

Some disappointed, thinking that they had been deceived. But I didn't feel angry, and I didn't feel that confused feeling anymore.

Perhaps, the appearance of that QQ is just the key to open the door, not the sunshine outside the door.

The confusion before may be more due to the fact that I have lost myself and cannot find the meaning of my existence, and it is not because of any other external reason.

After living for more than 20 years, I have achieved nothing at all, if it weren't for Shen Mo, I'm afraid I would be either sweeping the cemetery or rummaging through the garbage cans on the side of the road for mineral water bottles, and I would even be chased and beaten by the uncles and aunts who have divided their respective areas because of this.

How can a person who can't even solve his own food and clothing find the true meaning of existence? Is it because I can see those things that I deserve to be respected and even to be able to make a living from them?

This is clearly unrealistic.

In fact, I'm not even sure when my special ability will fail, and it's not like he'll appear when I want to use it, and I'll have to put my life into it if I don't know what happens.

Writing a half-dead novel, I haven't gotten a few hundred yuan in manuscript fees for several years, and I've been delaying my work, and there's no one in the book review area to speak, no clicks, no collections, no subscriptions, no rewards, and it is estimated that it has not been directly deleted just because the inventory of the website library is not saturated, otherwise I must have been filtered out a long time ago.

However, at the moment when QQ sounded, I seemed to have figured out a truth:

There is no meaning in existence, so try to make it meaningful, otherwise even if you die, it will still be meaningless.

The value of life does not change because of life and death, unless you can die very badly, for example, you dare to blow up the bunker, block the eye, burn the body without moving, and the premise is that your story will be passed down.

Otherwise, it will still be a waste when it dies, although it will no longer waste food, but it will pollute the environment. If it is buried, it will be a waste of land.

So, I wanted to make my existence meaningful in my own way!

Sitting on the top of the hill, you can overlook the whole village, although the courtyards full of rustic atmosphere are arranged irregularly, but there is no sense of disobedience, and you can vaguely hear the sound of barking dogs from the village. The cool mountain breeze blows, with a hint of sweet earthy taste, full of comfort.

"Think of it as a tour, although the scenery is not so magnificent."

I lay on a patch of grass and thought to myself.

With my eyes closed, I fell asleep in a daze.

Suddenly, a crisp child's voice woke me up:

"The cuckoo, the cry, the ghost in the back mountain cave is laughing.

Yelang cries, don't read books, ghost books hook the soul and have no way back... ”

My heart moved inexplicably, and I slammed up from the ground, looking for the direction from which the sound came.

There were a few children walking not far away, the oldest of whom was only eight or nine years old, carrying a small bamboo basket on his back, and it seemed that he should have gone up the mountain to pick mushrooms.

The children, singing the nursery rhyme in their mouths, jumped up to me, stopped, and looked at me curiously.

I grinned, trying to show a pleasant-looking smile, and asked them softly:

"Children, who gave you that nursery rhyme you just sang?"

The older kid looked at me, tilted his head and asked:

"Who are you? Why are we telling you? Are you a bad person? ”

I helplessly raised my hand and touched my bald head, opened my backpack and rummaged through it for a long time, found two packs of chewing gum in my hand, and said with a smile:

"No, will Uncle give you candy?"

A little girl of four or five years old stared at the candy in my hand and said in a milky voice:

"It was taught to us by the fourth grandfather in the village."

After saying that, he quickly reached out and took the candy from my hand, and the children chased after me and ran away.

Carrying my backpack back on my shoulder, I went down the hill back to the village, and finally found the figure of the "fourth grandfather" in the watermelon field to the west of the village before dark.

It's not my IQ problem, it's that he's really hard to find.

When I first came down the mountain, someone told me that he was in the east end of the village, and when I looked for him, someone said that he went to the south end of the village. I couldn't keep up with him, and it made me wonder if I was really weak enough to be an old man called "grandpa" by my children.

The "fourth grandfather" looks like he is in his seventies, but most of his hair is still black, and his waist is very straight, if you don't count the wrinkles on his face carefully, most people will think that he is also in his fifties.

I hurriedly walked over and said:

"You're the fourth grandfather, I'm ...

He glanced at me calmly and interrupted me lightly:

"Let's go, young man, curiosity kills the cat."

I was a little speechless, the old man was babbling as if he knew everything.

"No, I'm not curious."

"Fourth Grandpa" rolled his eyelids, looked at me and asked:

"Not curious? Are you trying to sacrifice yourself? ”

I'm even more confused:

"Can you tell me more about it? I don't know anything, how can I be involved in sacrificing myself to save others? ”

The old man ignored me and turned and walked towards the village.

I hurried to follow, and said as I went:

"I'm a novelist, and some netizens told me that there is a cave here, and something unusual has happened, and I want to come and see it, and look for some materials."

He stopped so suddenly that I almost hit him in the back.

The old man turned around and asked me in a strange tone:

"Do you think it's important to write a book or to save your life?"

I was stunned, not knowing how to answer for a moment. He didn't seem to need my answer, and turned to leave.

His house was in the first courtyard coming down from the back mountain, three low blue brick houses, and there was only a black stone tablet more than half a person high in the courtyard, which seemed to be only half of it, and the other half was buried in the earth.

The old man walked into the courtyard, sat down on the steps at the door, and took an enamel jar to drink water.

I went over and sat down next to him, took out a cigarette and handed him one:

"Fourth grandfather, you smoke."

He reached out and took it, and I quickly lit it for him, and pulled out one myself.

"Tell me, old man, even if something really exists, I don't have to be afraid."

The old man smiled.

"Young man, don't talk too much, and you're not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue?"