"Old man, Xie Feng's little grandson is gone, don't worry about me looking for him to take revenge, the dead are the greatest." I smiled, habitually lit a cigarette and placed it next to the old man's bed, and in the smoke, I seemed to see the old man sitting on the bed and smoking.

It is said that the first seven dead will return to life and walk through the gate of the mourning hall, and the night watchman will see their dead relatives and even talk to them.

But I watched the old man's first seven all night, and I still didn't see the thin and stiff figure

Maybe the old man has done a lot of good deeds, and he was reincarnated as soon as he died, and it is estimated that he can be reincarnated as a rich second generation in his next life, and live a rich and prosperous life with a lifetime of drunkenness.

It may be that Xie Feng's death reminds me of the old man, or it may be that I am sick and have become as self-pitying as Lin Daiyu.

But that's the way it is, as long as I think of the old man in the past, I can't stop crying.

"Grandpa, you are reincarnated so quickly to dry the egg" I rubbed my eyes, but no matter how much I rubbed my tears, I still couldn't stop, so I could only let it flow out, I knew that it was quite embarrassing, but I really couldn't help it

According to the old man, I was picked up by him, and when I was picked up, it was really a noise of gongs and drums, and firecrackers rang out, and the gods of joy came to congratulate him in person.

Of course, this is purely the old man's bragging, and the only thing that is true is the first sentence, I was picked up by him.

Twenty-four years ago, I was picked up by the old man, in the woods outside Longshan County, Xiangxi, wrapped in a few pieces of rotten cotton cloth, and I almost couldn't breathe.

At that time, it was a cold winter day, and the temperature was also around zero, and I was a baby who lived in the wild for three hours with his life, and then I saw that the old man was rescued by him.

What does this mean? It shows that love will win.

"Your parents are not a thing, throwing children in the cold winter and the moon, and throwing them in the barren mountains and wilderness, if it weren't for your grandfather, my eyes are like torches, and you would have seen your grandfather go a long time ago." The old man recited this sentence to me every time he finished drinking, and I was quite angry at first, after all, it was strange to see this kind of father and mother not angry, but after a long time, I got used to it.

If you throw it away, you throw it away, I don't care, because I still have the old man with me.

For as long as I can remember, there have been three main themes in life: going to school, memorizing, and learning magic.

Some people will not understand how a young man with a young age and hairless mouth, but only in his twenties, can understand so many doors? How can there be so many skills to learn?

The answer is simple.

In Xiangxi, I grew up in an environment where there were no computers, no games, no KTVs and bars, no nightclubs and billiard rooms.

There are winter and summer vacations in school, but there is no winter and summer vacation in learning Fangshu, not even weekends.

Every day in addition to endorsing is to go to school, in addition to going to school is to learn magic, after so many years of high-pressure study, if you can't learn some skills, it is estimated that you are really stupid.

Although I dare not say that I am proficient in all the five major gates of Xiangxi, I have definitely learned the first three doors eight or nine tenths.

At this point, a lot of people will think I'm bragging.

A person in his twenties has learned eight or nine tenths of his skills? Are you a superman?

I think many people will think this way, but the truth is completely different from what you think.

The degree of cultivation of metaphysics is not measured by spells, but by the height of thought.

I have learned a lot of things, but it does not mean that I am profound, because the things I have learned are rote memorization, and everyone can learn them, although they may not be able to learn a lot, but at least within ten years, they can learn five or six tenths of the first three subjects.

The realm of thought is the only criterion used to measure the profundity of Taoism, and many branches of metaphysics have the part of cultivating thoughts.

For example, Taoism's "self-cultivation", Buddhism's "enlightenment into Buddha", and Xiangxi's "rejoicing God". ”

If you really want to compare, the spells that the old man and I learned are actually similar, but there are three points that are stronger than me.

First, the height of thought and the realm of thought, second, the experience of doing things, and third, the proficiency of each spell.

Taishang Laojun Li Er, he is not a Taoist priest, and the so-called Taoist art was not passed down by him, but the Taoist priests of later generations all respect him as one of the three Qings, what is this for?

It's very simple, because his ideological height and ideological realm have reached a place that ordinary people can't reach, and I'm afraid not many people can understand the word "Tao" deeper than him.

The difference between the way of a realistic warlock is not the kind of thing in the novel that the older you are, the more powerful you are, or the more high-end the sect, the more awesome you are, and the more powerful the spells you learn, the more awesome this person is, not at all.

But one thing is certain, the warlocks of ancient times must have been more powerful than the warlocks of today.

I'll give you an example.

Five hundred years ago, the Yi family was definitely stronger than the old man, and the Yi family three hundred years ago was close to the strength of the old man, and two hundred or a hundred years ago, it was basically the same as the old man's strength.

The reason for this is simple, it's because most of the spells are lost.

From ancient times to the present, there have always been more lost spells than there are existing spells today, which may be the negative impact of the torrent of history.

The erosion of the torrent of history can allow human beings to evolve, and maybe it will also make people regress, such as those who do metaphysics.

"Old man, do you want to smoke another cigarette with me?" I smiled, lit a cigarette to myself, put it in the old man's ashtray, and looked at the ceiling blankly, and the memories in my mind seemed to be entangled again.

My life with the old man in Xiangxi was very leisurely, although I was a little tired from learning Fangshu, but at least the days were dull and stable.

But it all broke that night ten years ago, when I was just fifteen years old.

On the same day, I finished dinner and endorsed the book at home when I had nothing to do, while the old man said that I wanted to go out for a walk.

The old man's time to wander this time was not short, he slipped from the evening to one or two o'clock in the evening before returning, and his hands were empty when he went out, and he came back with a black bamboo slip, and he was still clutching a tattered copper piece in his palm.

Seeing him covered in mud, I immediately became anxious, could it be that the old man was in trouble?!

He didn't explain too much to me, but began to pack up without saying a word, and didn't even take the clothes he usually wore, only cash and passbooks, as well as a stack of ancient books and family heirlooms.

Early the next morning, just after dawn, we boarded the train to Guiyang.

In the dimly lit carriage, I sat with a blank face, while the old man muttered anxiously and uneasily.

I asked him why we had to go to Guiyang, and he said

"That thing was accidentally bumped into by me, we must go, or we will die!" The old man smiled bitterly and lit the dry cigarette, and took a puff with his mouth sipped, his face full of fear: "The things in that cave are not something that we ordinary people can fight."

I didn't even understand what these things were, and he didn't want to explain anything to me.

When he arrived in Guiyang, the old man took out his past savings and set up a shop, using the inner room as a bedroom, and the store sold wreath paper figures.

Since then, we have only settled in Guiyang, and we were all quite depressed at that time, right?

After buying this shop, the old man basically had no savings, so he could only use the rest of the money to buy some raw materials for making wreaths and paper figures, and after eating vegetarian dishes for a month, our economic crisis could be regarded as alleviated.

"Dead grandpa, what are these bamboo slips and copper sheets?" After a drunken experience, I took advantage of the old man's confusion and asked a question, wanting to take the opportunity to hear the answer I had always wanted to know.

But the old man's mouth was unusually tight, and he just said vaguely: "It's fine, it's fine." ”

I have asked the old man this kind of question no less than fifty times, but every time there is no answer, I have long been used to it.

When I was nineteen years old, the old man saved money to pay for me to go to college, and he also spent money to stuff red envelopes, but after four years, I found that I was given by college.

What is a university?

Sleeping, skipping classes, making up exams, giving gifts to teachers and begging not to fail, what else?

Two years have passed, and every time I think back to my college years, I really don't know what expressions to put on my face to remember.

In the words of the old man: "Xiao Yanzi, the peak of your IQ is estimated to be the third year of high school." ”

After graduation, Zhou Yan wanted to drag me to work as a forensic doctor with him, but I didn't because I wanted to stay in the wreath shop and start my own business.

It's not for money, it's just to prevent the old man from closing down the store he worked so hard to run.

In the future, if the old man leaves, and I am a forensic doctor, who will take care of the wreath shop?

Selling, or closing the door and not doing business, these are not what I want to see.

So under the old man's scolding, I gradually learned how to do the business of a wreath shop, how to weave paper figures, and how to weave wreaths.

When I was in high school, the old man didn't let me learn this, but after graduating from college, I learned it thoroughly, and it was really ironic that a dignified college graduate would go to get these god-like things.

I thought everything was going to be safe and sound, or it was so flat that it didn't make a wave, but

Five months ago, the old man gave me the position of the owner of the wreath shop, and he lived out his old age.

Four months ago, the old man used to say that when would he find a daughter-in-law to come back, and I wanted to see my great-grandson.

Three months ago

The old man walked very peacefully, probably because he knew that he was running out of time, and when he left, he smoked two packs of cigarettes that I specially bought to honor him, and there was no pain on his face, and he died peacefully.

When I woke up the next morning, I habitually reached out to the next bed to wake up the old man, and told him to go to Tai Chi with the old lady outside on time, exercise and strive to live a few more years, and let me honor him for a few more years.

But the old man couldn't wake me up no matter how much I screamed, in fact, it was Zhilu who said he was gone, because I could feel the coldness of his rough old hands.

I played with the old man with a smile on my face, tickled him with my hand, or gently tapped his head with my fingers, but the old man never woke up.

Seriously, I was laughing and crying at that time, because I didn't believe that he was gone, and the old man said that he would accompany me for the rest of his life, because I had no father or mother, and I had no relatives when he left, but

Old man!! What are you talking about!! For what?!!

In the end, I couldn't beat the reality, I cried like a child, hugged the old man and cried for hours, and my eyes were swollen after crying.

I did his funeral, the vigil, everything was mine, because he had no relatives like me.

God doesn't have eyes, right?

A pair of old and young masters who depend on each other for their lives are separated by yin and yang.

The only people who came to the mourning hall to incense the old man were Zhou Yan and his sister.

Zhou Yan has a very good relationship with the old man, and even he was once a good child and self-motivated in the eyes of the old man.

On the first night in the mourning hall, Zhou Yan drank with me and cried with me all night.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but the parent is not there.

The old man has not had many enjoyable days in his life, and I really feel that I owe him too much.

He finally passed the shop to me, and it was time to enjoy his old age, but who would have thought that he would leave so suddenly?

In those days, Zhou Yan stayed with me, drank with me, went crazy with me, and finally hugged my head and cried with me.

After the first seven days, I did not choose to cremate the old man, but asked Zhou Yan's father to trust the relationship and transported the old man's body to Longshan, Xiangxi.

The old man is a person who is reluctant to his hometown, and what he thinks about day and night is Longshan County, which is not a prosperous and slightly backward land.

I carried the old man's body up the mountain alone and buried the old man in a place he was familiar with, on the dirt slope halfway up the Longshan Mountain.

Before I came to Guiyang, the old man often took me there to watch the sunset, and by the way, I listened to him sing a song that had gradually declined for decades.

"Sleeping in the homeland is fate~~ Wait for the next life and reincarnation~~~ The six realms are all bitter and happy~~~ I hope that you will be a human again in the next life~~~"

"Grandpa, why do you keep singing this?"

"Sister, when you grow up, you will know the way, go, grandpa will take you home for dinner."

As the sun set, two figures were crookedly reflected from the dirt slope, and the old man led me down the mountain with a smile, and at that time I seemed to hear a sound echoing in the forest, but I didn't hear clearly.

On the day I sent the old man up the mountain, I finally heard clearly.

After more than ten years, I finally heard clearly

It's a nostalgia for the years

"Xiangxi chases corpses~~~ The living avoid it~~~~"