Yang Nianzu lit the oil lamp, the lamp was as bright as a bean, he sat down at the desk, put the yellowed old scroll on the table, gently wiped the dust from the pages, hesitated, and suddenly felt a little funny, why suddenly he didn't even have the courage to open the book.

It's just that there is really no sense of relaxation in my heart, my fingers pressed on the side of the book, and I didn't open it for a long time, and I seemed to realize that maybe after many years, when I looked back at this crazy man's crazy talk again, it might be a completely different world.

Hesitating in his heart, Yang Nianzu still gently turned the first page, the handwriting was very sloppy, he remembered that when he read it when he was a child, he only felt that the handwriting was crazy and uncomfortable.

But at this moment, after many years, Yang Nianzu opened it again with some small doubts, and saw the words written on the first page, which were still scribbled, but he suddenly felt the eternal and deep sadness in the handwriting.

"There's a place where only I know."

Yang Nianzu read the words written in the book softly, crazy, scribbled, the size of a fingernail, the small one is just a mosquito and a fly, turning over and over, horizontal and vertical, there is only one sentence on the first page, it seems to have been written over and over again for many years.

Yang Nianzu looked very slowly, maybe the mood was different, but when he looked at it again at the moment, he suddenly found that the words that looked scribbled like crazy and did not have any rules seemed to be clearly distinguished, which seemed to correspond to the writer's state of mind, and every time he wrote, it seemed to be a different feeling.

Sadness, grief, madness, doubt, and in the end there is only a faint indifference, like the unknown life of my great-grandfather. Maybe they never really understood their great-grandfather, whether it was him, or his fathers, or everyone.

The word is born from the heart, and at this moment, Yang Nianzu suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence. Then he suddenly discovered that his great-grandfather, who may have been called a madman's dismal life, may really know a place that only he knows, so sad, so crazy, so indifferent.

Yang Nianzu didn't know why, and suddenly felt that he seemed to be a little sentimental. Just the first page, I read it for a long time, as if I was going to chew those words over and over again, swallow it, and repeatedly savor the madness, sorrow, indifference, disappointment, and despair between the lines. It seems that across time and space, I witnessed the life of my great-grandfather, those disappointments, those despairs, those madness, and those sorrows.

"Hey!"

Yang Nianzu sighed heavily, and suddenly didn't want to continue reading, but his fingers couldn't help but turn to the second page. On the second page, there are some long and short sentences, and the tone in my memory has long been blurred. But suddenly it became clear.

It's like going back to when I was very young, when my great-grandfather, who had become a madman and was locked up, looking at the sky at midnight and roaring and screaming.

At that time, I was only afraid, I felt fear, and I felt that every word was like the roar of a wild beast. Roar, so terrifying. But now that I think about it, I suddenly feel that the voice, every sentence reveals great despair and desolate sorrow, think about it carefully. The tune was so abrupt and clear that he couldn't help but sing softly against the sentences.

"The Yangtze River, the Great Wall, the Yellow Mountain, the Yellow River, in my heart, no matter when, no matter where, the same ......love in my heart"

After singing a few words, Yang Nianzu felt inexplicable sadness in his heart, and he didn't know why, his eyes were a little red, and he carefully rubbed those few lines of words, humming and turning into a murmur, and the murmur turned into choking, and finally he couldn't cry a little, just read over and over, "Yangtze River, Great Wall, Yellow Mountain, Yellow River." ”

One by one, unfamiliar words suddenly became grand and distant, as if the memory engraved in the bones has been sealed, but it only takes a little outline, and there are mountains and rivers that enter the chest for thousands of miles, blocking people breathlessly.

Syllable!

Yang Nianzu suddenly closed the book, he didn't want to read it anymore, he was afraid, he suddenly felt afraid, he was afraid that he had really discovered a great secret, he was afraid that he would suddenly know that his great-grandfather was not a madman, he was afraid that there was really a place in this world, they all forgot, they all forgot.

"If there really is a place, only you know. That would make it never known to anyone else. ”

Yang Nianzu muttered in a low voice, rolled up the book, trembled and stretched out to the oil lamp, and quickly put it back, after repeating it a few times, Yang Nianzu could only let out a long sigh after all, put the book back in its original position again, gently blew out the light, walked slowly, walked to his room, and looked at Li Tomb through the window Still sitting there alone, like a fossil, it would not move for thousands of years or ten thousand years.

Just looking up at the starry sky, maybe there is a place that only he knows.

Yang Nianzu muttered in his heart, didn't think much about it, and fell asleep, but suddenly there was a very long, long river in his dream, a very big river, and there seemed to be his hometown.

The next day, when the day broke, Li Tomb, who had been sitting under the tree all night, suddenly moved, bounced off the dew on his shoulder, stood up, and Li Tomb looked at this quiet mountain village and knew that it was time for him to leave.

He wanted to see here, this country of Huaxu, whether it was true that no one remembered the rivers and mountains, the planet, the starry sky, and those eternal romances.

"Are you leaving?"

Lian Nai got up very early, and it seemed that the story she heard yesterday haunted her, making her impatient to get up early in the morning, pushing open the door, and seeing Li Tomb who came to say goodbye, she immediately looked disappointed and reluctant.

"Liannai, Childe has something important to do, don't pester Childe."

Yang Nianzu coughed, it seemed that he hadn't slept well all night, some cold, and some haggard.

"However, I haven't learned the songs of your hometown, and you haven't told me the stories of your hometown, Chang'e, Houyi, and Nian Beast, Chinese New Year's Eve......"

Rena pouted, looking disappointed.

Li Tomb smiled and said softly, "Do you like to listen?" In the future, if I have the opportunity, I will tell you about it. ”

"Hmm. Then let's say okay, hang yourself on the hook, for a hundred years, you can't change! ”

Rena stretched out her fingers and begged.

"Okay."

Li Tomb solemnly hooked up with Liannai, made a promise, and then nodded at Yang Nianzu, "See you soon." ”

Lian Nai looked reluctant, and Yang Nianzu's lips squirmed a few times. It wasn't until the back of Li Tomb was already vague that he finally made up his mind and shouted loudly: "Childe, what you said, are they true?" ”

Li Tomb's footsteps suddenly paused and turned his head. looked at Yang Nianzu.

Yang Nianzu let out a long sigh and sang in a lame tune, a little out of tune, and his voice was also very blank, but just one sentence made Li Tomb's heart sour.

"Yangtze River, Great Wall, Yellow Mountain, Yellow River, ......"

Yang Nianzu didn't sing well at all. The tone was too high, so later, it turned into a roar and a roar, like madness, but it instantly made Li Tomb feel like a lightning strike.

Lian Nai was a little strange, she heard Yang Nianzu sing for the first time, and it was such a strange and ugly song, but she didn't know why. Watching Li Tomb stop and listen quietly, he looked at Yang Nianzu's face flushed. Hysterical, heart-rending shouting, I suddenly felt that my eyes were sour, but I didn't know when, tears had already flooded.

"This is what my great-grandfather left behind. In his early years, his great-grandfather was immediately stabbed and paid homage to the marquis. In his later years, he became a madman, but perhaps, maybe it was us who went crazy, right? ”

Yang Nianzu held the scroll and solemnly put it in Li Tomb's hand, what did Lian Nai want to ask. But being infected by Li Tomb and Yang Nianzu's solemn expressions at the moment, he held his breath and didn't dare to speak.

Li Tomb took the yellowed handbook and opened it gently, "There is a place where only I know." ”

With just one sentence, Li Tomb sighed heavily, stretched out his fingers and rubbed those words, and a faint sadness rose in his heart, if there is one person who is the saddest among the earthlings, then maybe it won't be him, it won't be Yang Xiaomei, it won't be Xia Yun'er, it won't be Yang Nianzu, it won't be Liannai, it won't be any other earthling, it will only be the person who left this handbook.

There is a place that only I know, and that is my hometown.

What kind of sorrow is this, Li Tomb doesn't need to think about it, just from between the lines, you can feel what a sorrow it is that it is so desperate that only indifference and sadness remains.

"My great-grandfather was crazy in his old age, and he almost caused the disaster of raiding his family, so he came here incognito, and I remember he once said that the pain of his old age was not because he remembered, but because he forgot it for too long."

Yang Nianzu muttered in a low voice, at this moment, the madness of his great-grandfather who he had seen when he was a child seemed to have all turned into shocking sadness.

Li Tomb didn't speak, just quietly flipped through the yellowed handwriting, in fact, he didn't need Yang Nianzu to say, he could feel the struggle and pain of that person from between the lines.

It is the collision of the self and the world, doubt, affirmation, madness, pain, sorrow, disappointment, despair...... Too much affection is overflowing, and it is revealed between the lines.

Often, on some pages, a paragraph is written, and then it is crossed out vigorously, and then it is written again, and then crossed out again, and so on, it looks messy and crazy, like a fool's speech.

Li Tomb could feel that the man was wandering between doubt and firmness, the whole world, everyone, this mountain and river, this sun, moon and stars, mountains, rivers and plants, were all telling him that he was wrong.

But on the contrary, the memory that I remembered was so unforgettable, so nostalgic, that the Yangtze River, the Great Wall, the Yellow Mountain, and the Yellow River were all written into my bones, so the mountains and rivers changed, and the stars changed, but I still remember that he came from the earth, and this is not his hometown, but a foreign land.

Li Tomb let out a long sigh and turned to the last page, where there was a very familiar sentence, "Thousands of miles of mountains, wind and rain, I would like to listen to the local sound, and I would like to be able to taste the wine at home." I hope that one day I will turn into a butterfly, against the wind and frost, and I will set foot in my hometown again. ”

"Hey."

Li Tomb closed the scroll again, looked at Yang Nianzu, and then at Lian Nai, his voice hoarse and low, "What do you want to know?" ”

"I want to know, this place, those Yangtze River, those Yellow River, those Chang'e and Laurel, is there really a zài? Or is there really such a place, we all forget, only you know. ”

Yang Nianzu muttered in a low voice, and his tone suddenly became firm, "If this qiē is all fake, then please tell me, what is true!" ”

"Do you really want to know? Have you forgotten what happened to your great-grandfather? ”

"Something, it's death, I want to remember. Because, I have seen, great-grandfather was happy when he left, because, he remembered. ”

Li Tomb was silent, and after a long time, he muttered, "Yes." There are some things that you can't forget even if you die. Because, that place, is our hometown! ”

There's a place that can't, shouldn't be the only one I know. (To be continued......)