After turning a corner and parking the car in the alley, I began to regret it again.

I shouldn't study medicine!

What did you do back then? In my grandfather's old liar bookcase, I flipped through a few copies of "The Book of Difficulty", "The Secretary of the Acupoint" and "The Coffin", and I actually became interested in Chinese medicine.

In fact, I'm not a talented and intelligent person at all, if you think about something like "The Book of Difficulty", how could I understand it when I was a child? But at that time, I was particularly interested in martial arts novels, so when I saw what "The Book of Difficulties" wrote, "The Eight Veins of the Strange Scriptures, the Way of Yin and Yang", I thought it was a martial arts secret book. I thought to myself, after reading this, I will definitely be able to get through the second pulse of Ren Du and increase my skills! So I carry these "magic books" in my pocket every day, and I just show off with my friends there when I have nothing to do.

This is the beginning.

Later, when I was choosing a major in college, I was confused for several days, and my family persuaded me that my grades were not good, and I really had no choice, so I finally applied for Chinese medicine.

After half a year of internship, I couldn't turn into a regular job, but I was assigned to the "pharmacy", and I learned to take the "pharmacist qualification certificate" while learning to grasp medicine with the master.

Now that traditional Chinese medicine is in decline, it is no more than in the early years, and many young people do not believe in this nowadays. Some time ago, there was a post on the Internet - "Chinese medicine is pseudoscience", when the post came out, it had a particularly great impact on the industry, and between the lines the Chinese medicine was criticized as useless, saying that it was no different from African witchcraft, and several old professors in the hospital almost suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. At that time, I deeply felt as if I had embarked on a road of no return.

I don't have a job, I don't want to go to work when I'm in a mood at home, and for this, my grandfather scolded me a lot. In the year since I graduated, the days have been so long that I want to vomit, thinking that there will be countless such "years" in the future, and I have a feeling that life is worse than death.

Choosing a major, finding a job, getting a girl, getting married, and having a child when the time comes, from the very beginning, I seem to have seen the end of myself. Although I know, maybe most people in this world are like me, but is it really right to have such a wasted day? What's the difference between this and ants?

"Alas......"

My eyes ached from the sun, and I sighed as I looked at the mottled stone wall on the corner of the street.

I don't really want to go home. But it was still early, the weather was hot, and there was nowhere to go if I didn't go home, so I had to open the car door. The front foot just walked out, and a wave of heat came down from head to toe.

I live with my grandfather. The house is left by the ancestors, and the old house is called "Mi Garden".

When the old man was young, he was a local man, and he couldn't talk about hanging pots to help the world, but he was still a little famous among the neighbors. Now he doesn't diagnose people, but he still sells some dog skin plasters and the like to make some surplus.

My old house is in the middle of the city, and the old houses of the same period around it have been demolished and demolished, and now they have become big shopping malls and CBD, but I wondered, why is no one willing to ask about my land? Later, I thought about it, either my family's feng shui is not good, or those developers know that the owner of the old house is not easy to mess with. It's like a set of courtyard houses in Beijing that cost tens of millions. No matter how my family says it, it is an old house in the early evening, no one dares to negotiate the price, and it is estimated that there is no bottom in my heart, and I am afraid that the transaction will not be successful and I will touch a nose of ash, isn't it boring to ask for myself.

For a while, I was crazy and poor, so I posted a post on the Internet that "old houses are sold cheaply". A few days passed, and someone really came to inquire, but it was just to ask, and there was no follow-up. Later, I said in my heart that I can't go on like this, what is the difference between this and the third ancestor who killed a thousand knives in the TV series? So reason still prevailed over impulse, I deleted the online post, held the moral position, and finally did not bow to money.

Later, I quit my internet addiction and started working from 9 to 5 every day to really settle down. But once I drank too much, and my mouth didn't tighten, and after talking about it, the old man almost didn't beat me to death.

This is the matter of "selling the house", and it is a little crooked idea that I have moved when I was young and did not do anything more. When I get older, I learn to have a "nostalgia" for the things around me, and now let me sell the house, I guess I will never do it!

But it's strange to say, the old mansion that has never been cared for by anyone, I don't know what's going on these days, but there are always some strangers who appear. Most of those people are dressed in straight suits, and they are not too tired on a hot day, and they are grinding hard with my grandfather at home. I said in my heart, did the evil developer finally stick out his claws?

For example, today, as soon as I entered the door, I found the old man sitting in the inner room, the curtain was lowered, and there seemed to be a middle-aged man standing next to him, muttering non-stop.

This feeling is good! Regardless of whether my grandfather sells the house or not, I will first listen to what price the other party is driving, so as to know whether my "rich three generations" chair is solid. Thinking of this floor, I remained silent, poured a glass of water, and sat on the old mahogany sofa in the hall, ready to hear how the old man responded.

“…… You see we've all known each other for a long time, I've been here several times, don't be in a hurry to refuse me. ”

"You can't sell it, it's useless if you come again!" It's all in his old age, and the old man is still full of enthusiasm when he speaks, "Besides, it's useless for you to buy it back, you can't open this door without the 'key'!" ”

Yo, how does this rejecting people from thousands of miles away sound a little Zen? I couldn't help but laugh twice.

"Ouch, but our boss likes it! It's hard to buy him, you say. We are all people who understand and know the mystery of this thing, and if you can help, you can help...... Why don't you lend it to me, and I'll take it back to the boss and send it back to you another day? ”

Through the curtain, in the shadows, I saw that the middle-aged man's face was almost together with my grandfather's face, and they didn't talk loudly, but fortunately the house was extremely quiet, and there were no cicadas on the trees, so even if their voices were small, I could hear them.

But why do I think it's not like I'm talking about the house?

"No!" The old man said, stood up and walked out, "My family lost so many lives here back then, and none of you can get rid of it!" Now, no one wants to touch it again! You hurry up, I still have some friendship with the ancestors of my family and your boss, don't talk nonsense here! My grandson will come back soon......" As soon as the curtain of the bamboo stick door was opened, the old man met me. He was stunned, I smiled, and said in my heart, okay, I'll be back a long time ago, I'm sorry to listen to it here for a long time.

The old man's face sank, and he shook his hand and walked out of the hall.

"Yo, the little master is back." The middle-aged man looked at me and arched his hands. He has come to my house several times, and I have met him several times at the door alone. He wasn't tall, he had a mole on his face, and he was supposed to be 50 years old.

"Hello." I should be reconciled.

The man stared at me for a long time and didn't speak, but he should have something to say. I looked at him, and I didn't know what to say, but then the old man came in again to urge, and he left stupidly.

"Why didn't you say a word when you came back?" The old man seemed a little angry, but he brought two plates of side dishes in his hand.

"Surprised? Unhappy? ”

"Have you eaten? Wash your hands and put incense on your parents first. The old man put the dishes on the table and went to get the steamed buns again.

"Grandpa, what did you just talk to about that man?" I went to the sink in the yard to wash my hands, and I was talking so loudly that he should be able to hear it in the kitchen, but he didn't answer me.

I walked over to the shrine, pulled out three sticks of incense, lit them, bowed, and carefully inserted them into the censer.

Fifteen years ago, my parents, as well as a family of 16 men and women, suddenly disappeared.

When I was young, my grandfather only told me that they had rented a car to play in the mountains, had an accident, fell off a cliff, and the body has not been found. At that time, travel insurance was not very popular, and it was an "individual" group tour, so despite the death of so many people, my grandfather and I did not get a dime of pension, and my family began to decline from that time.

The case of the disappearance of 16 people was a big case back then. Until now, those policemen would still come to the house every few months to sit down, drink tea with the old man, and want to ask about the events of the year, but the old man was just silent and didn't say anything.

And I don't know what's going on.

I just remember one time, I was playing with my distant cousin, young and ignorant, and the two of them quarreled over a trivial matter, and the cousin deliberately got angry with me and said, "Mao, cry, cry, your parents can't save you!" Let me tell you, your parents are in a picture and can't get out again......"