I remember the first day I entered elementary school, and my teacher said to me, "Children, you are so happy to grow up in such a peaceful era......

I don't understand. I don't understand what eating flat is, and I don't understand what happiness is.

But today I understand the meaning of three, and understand the happiness of the world in a sad way, and of course the darkness of this world.

Not everyone will become the immortal male protagonist in the cartoon, and not everyone can burst out with amazing power at the last moment like the hero in the movie.

On that day in 95, Li Sanbing carried Uncle Qi's body that was gradually cold, and pulled me who didn't know how to cry or even came to my senses and walked out of the gate of Sanli Shunde slowly.

did not call the police, because there was no way to prove that it was the snake master who killed Uncle Sanqi, because in the eyes of ordinary people, Uncle Seven did not have any contact with the snake master at all.

On the day of Uncle Seven's funeral, I was wearing a black jacket. With a white cloth tied around my waist and a strip of black cloth hanging on my left shoulder, I saw my mother eating two brothers from a distance, they were walking in the sun, and I was standing in the dark, I looked at my mother, thinking that she would give me a big hug, thinking that she would hold me and stroke my head and say to me: "Xian Bingzi is okay for three ......" and surrounded Fonba.

But. All this was just to think that she passed by me silently, not even for a moment, not even a word, not even a moment of gaze on me.

In fact, she has always been like this to me since I can remember, I should have been used to three, and even in my little heart I already knew that she would do this to me, but today I still couldn't help but turn around and shout to her: "Mother! ”

She finally stopped. In the daylight, she slowly turned her head but looked at me with extremely cold eyes, at this moment I felt as if there was ice and snow covering my body, I heard her whisper: "What do you have to say to your father, I don't want to eat your words." ”

Then she raised her hand and pointed behind me, and I turned my head to look behind me, never forgetting the scene behind me, the man who had never held me since I was born, and who had never even called my name, was wearing a big black trench coat, combing his usual big back, carrying a BB machine around his waist, and walking in those shiny leather shoes.

Wan Nian Bu Nan's cold face, Mai Buddha will never change Nan's cold look, he is my father, the elder brother of the seventh uncle, his name is Wan Jianjun. Chinese New Year's Eve is thirty-seven years old this year, and when he was thirty years old, he gave birth to three me, in my memory I have always been a busy man with the number one of the heavenly characters, and also the coldness of the first number one of the heavenly characters, buying Buddha cannot have something that will move him, buying Buddha he will never smile.

"Daddy."

I shouted three.

He walked in front of Sanme, his eyes fell on Sanme, and then he said unusually calmly: "Your seventh uncle called me before leaving, he said that you are going to Beijing to learn art, you decide your own way, and you will go on the road after sending your seventh uncle a narrow one." ”

After speaking, he took out three envelopes from his arms and stuffed them into the hands of three me. I touched it three times, and it was supposed to contain money.

"It's five hundred yuan, it doesn't matter if you eat me in the future, go your own way."

Five hundred yuan, in the nineties is indeed not a small amount, but it is far from enough to buy out the family relationship between us, I pinched the envelope in my hand and silently lowered my head, has not spoken, stretched out my hand to hold the arm of the father who was about to leave, and shouted in a low voice: "Dad, don't leave me, I want to go home with you." ”

I don't want to drift, I don't want to go to Beijing, I'm afraid of three, when I see so many weird things, when I see Uncle Seven fall down and never get up again, I'm afraid of three!

I tugged at my father's hand, but he frowned and pulled his hand back three times, and then looked at me with an unusually disgusted look and shouted, "Don't touch me!" Fuck off! ”

I stood on the spot, feeling overwhelmed, until my father dusted the sleeves of his coat as if I had really soiled his clothes, and then strode into the three mourning halls, at that moment, standing alone outside the mourning hall, I could no longer hold back my tears, my eyes were sore, my eyes were red, and tears rolled down from my eye sockets in an instant.

"What's wrong? Lin Bing, what's going on? ”

Li Sanbing heard my cry and ran over from afar, hugged Sanme, and gently stroked my head.

"My dad and my mom don't want me three, three masters, my parents don't want three, my dad gives me five hundred yuan and don't want me three, three masters, I don't have a father and no mother ......"

Many parents like to use such words to tease themselves with their children, such as "I don't want you three if you are naughty." "I'll throw you out if I don't eat again."

It's just that when all this is really fulfilled on Sanji, tears can't save Uncle Sanqi's life, and they can't get my parents back.

Ninety-five years, I was in Tianjin, when I was seven years old, my seventh uncle was killed because of my naivety, my father gave me five hundred yuan to eat, and I broke off the relationship between the three fathers and sons, but I thought this was the most tragic time in my life, but later I learned that this was only the beginning of my miserable life.

After the funeral of the seventh uncle, after 357, I followed Li Feng to Beijing accompanied by Li Sanbing, when I arrived in Beijing, just in time for a light rain in Beijing, the sky was drifting with a trace of cold rain, we took Li Feng's friend's car all the way to the vicinity of the West Palace of Wanshou in Beijing, the traffic in Beijing at that time was naturally not as crowded as in modern times, but there were more bicycles on the road, the buildings on both sides were not so high, and there were many old alleys that were not demolished, and we stopped three times at the door of an alley called: West Pailou.

"Wan Lin, there is only one family in this West Archway, and the one sitting in this family is my master, and he is also the great master of our network, named Yan Kai, the word Fengru, the older generation likes to call him Yan Fengru, and our younger generation calls him Master Yan. After you go in, you have to understand the etiquette, if he doesn't speak, don't speak first, if he doesn't let you sit, you stand, remember? ”

I nodded, to be honest, since the death of Uncle Seven, my impression of Li Feng has plummeted, I used to feel that he was a big hero but now I feel that he is just an accomplice of a bad guy.

After getting off the third car, I walked inside with my schoolbag on my back, the hutongs in Beijing are not narrow, which is very different from eating the alleys in the south, and the narrowest alleys in the south can't even pass side by side.

Just in time for the rain, the old bluestone slab on the ground was wet by the rain, the color is particularly dark, I carefully walked on the bluestone slab, and I could see a black gate from a distance, the gate was pasted with a piece of golden round stickers, and when I walked into Sanyan, I could see that the doorknob was also carved quite exquisitely, it was a pair of golden tiger heads.

There is no stone lion in front of the door, but there is a pair of couplets on both sides of the gate, the left book: Millennium Emperor Wannian Immortal. Right book: Destiny is determined by heaven and not by heart.

Li Feng motioned for us not to move forward, and after tidying up his coat and eating his hair, he walked to the Sanhei gate very respectfully, and gently buckled the golden knocker Sansan, "Knock, knock, knock." After three sounds, the door slowly opened, but there was no one inside, and it was a large black area where nothing could be seen clearly.

"Why is there no one?"

I asked strangely.

As soon as the words fell, three candles suddenly lit up in the darkness, and the faint light of the fire illuminated the darkness around the three sides, and I could vaguely see an old man standing behind the firelight, but he couldn't see his face clearly, but my thousand psychic eyes saw three strange pictures.

I saw a trace of white air currents, spreading out in the darkness like mist, as if it were surrounding the old man sitting in the middle, and it seemed to spread aimlessly in the sky.

I looked at this mist, they slowly swirled in the sky, and finally in this darkness, behind this faint candle flame formed three huge humanoid objects, I rubbed my eyes three times, I couldn't help but look up, in the depths of this West Pai Lou Hutong, the huge patio to the center of the house, all these white mist that only I could see turned into three huge and difficult to execute pictures, an immortal wearing a white robe, whose body was uncertain and composed of mist! R832