I woke up like a dream, no wonder the second uncle had that expression just now, he noticed that my identity was Young Master Chen, if I recognized my ancestors here and returned to my ancestors, it would inevitably arouse the suspicion of Tong Xiangyu and Zhang Lao. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I remember my grandfather telling me that there is a characteristic inherited from our ancestors, that there is a small protrusion in the middle of the back of our head, which my second uncle and I have. I walked over to the skeleton and looked over to see that there was a small bump in the middle of the back of his head. I was suddenly empowered, my legs were sore, and I almost fell to my knees, which exacerbated the fact that he was an ancestor.

The bones must have been a horrible sight when they were not completely decomposed, and it was hard to imagine how he had survived the piles of bones.

My second uncle and I knelt on the ground almost at the same time, bowed to him a few times, and saw that my ancestors didn't worship, which was really unspeakable.

Zhang Lao was a little puzzled: "What are you doing here?" There are so many bones here, why do you want to worship this one? ”

I concealed the fact that he was my ancestor and said, "I will not only worship him, but also bury him well, his spirit is inspiring, and without him we would not have been able to get so much useful information." What are you two still standing for, come and worship together? I wiped a handful of tears and pretended to say, "His spirit is so touching, he can be selected as one of the top ten moving figures in the Republic of China." ”

Tong Xiangyu and Zhang Lao glanced at each other, nodded again and again, and said, "This Brother Chen is right, it should be like this." ”

They both bowed up, and I said in my heart, "It is also right for you to worship my ancestors." I said that I couldn't let his bones stay here, and that I had to go out with him, find a place with better feng shui, and bury him. Zhang Lao shook his head: "You are so confused, he originally belonged here, I estimate that the things here can't see the wind and the sun outside, otherwise they will be wiped out immediately, after all, the things here are too far away from our current era." ”

After bowing three more times, I looked up and suddenly saw the resolute expression on his face, which suddenly became softened, as if the taut spring was gradually becoming softer. His eye sockets suddenly sank down, and together, the upper and lower eye sockets came together, and it was the first time I had seen him.

The second uncle got up from the ground and asked Tong Xiangyu: "By the way, you just said that there are three secrets written in it, one is that he found a passage, does it say where this passage is?" ”

Tong Xiangyu shook her head: "It didn't say where the passage was. ”

The second uncle asked again: "What about the second secret!" ”

Tong Xiangyu sighed: "The second secret is the elixir, but there is still no record of where the elixir is placed. ”

This is a bit appetizing, I said in my heart, ancestors, ancestors, why don't you say it directly, and there is such a huge disparity, but if you think about it carefully, in the environment at that time, some things should not come blatantly. I asked, "What about the third secret?" ”

Tong Xiangyu said: "The third secret, that is, about the curse of the Jin family, there is a way to break this curse. But all of this is only written here, and there is no follow-up. ”

The second uncle glanced at the old ancestor and muttered in his heart: "My old ancestor, alas, why are you doing things so anticlimactic, and such important information, you have only written half of it, it is too disrespectful." ”

The curse of the Kim family? How come I've never heard of it? Our family has always been peaceful, and no one has ever mentioned it to us, why is that? The Red Girl said that their family was also cursed, but she knew what the curse was? If we are also cursed, how can we be blank? Could it be that we can't have children either? But I'm in good health, and I was born to my father. If I want to say that Tong Xiangyu in front of me is married to me, I can immediately create a villain with her.

Nothing major has happened to our family, huh? By the way, I suddenly remembered something, or rather, I remembered a jar, and by the way, I remembered it all during that eventful autumn a year ago, and if I connected it with a curse, I thought it would be strange.

It was the summer of 1926, in a small mountain village west of Changsha, it had rained for three months, and the continuous scorching sun had made the land lifeless. Most of the riverbed has dried up, except for a small amount of water remaining in the deep crevices. One day in the middle of the day, I went to fetch water with a bucket of water, and I saw a man crouching on a dry lawn, with his back to me, motionless, like a statue. The weather was so hot, he was wearing a black shirt that wrapped his whole body tightly, and a hole was split in the back of the shirt, revealing a butterfly tattoo.

I tapped him on the shoulder, and he shuddered violently and turned his head to look at me. This posture looks very weird, when a normal person's head is twisted back, the body will unconsciously rotate a short distance in the direction of the twist, but he is fine, his body is motionless, only the head is moving, like a broken puppet.

His face was like dead tree bark, two lines of cloudy liquid running down from the corners of his eyes, and it was impossible to tell whether it was tears or sweat or something else, and the whole face looked like rotten wood that had been soaked in the wind and rain for a long time.

I couldn't see what his expression was, was it stunned or scared? Is it joy or sorrow? I can't put it into words. The corners of his eyes were wrinkled, like a clay figure that had been pinched hard, unable to recover, and kept huddled there. I was so stunned that I couldn't say a word. He grinned, stood up abruptly, and walked away without looking back.

His face was like that of an old man, full of misfortune and vicissitudes, but his body was like that of a young man. I looked down and saw that there was a small pit in the dry turf, and there was an iron box in it, there was no lock, no buckle place, and I did not see any gaps.

This village is called Mawei Village, and there are forty or fifty families in the village, and the houses are all made of wood, with the gate facing south, and the sun is abundant. Mawei Village is surrounded by camel mountains, which look like humps from a distance, and are endless, hence the name of Camel Mountain.

I have lived with my second uncle and aunt since I was a child, and my grandfather, Jin Abacus, lived alone in a remote log cabin at the foot of Camel Mountain, a little away from us, with the door open to the north.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, we invited Grandpa to come over for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, everyone sat around the table, talking and laughing, only Grandpa ate the dishes in the bowl alone, silent, from time to time his throat made a few muffled snorts, as if venting some emotions, but when he looked at his face, like a sculpture, there was no expression.