After returning home that evening and resting for a while, the man eagerly went to the old courtyard in the south of the village. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mother, have you eaten, I want to ask you something!" The man shouted as soon as he entered.

"What are you shouting, you're eating, what's the matter, what's so urgent, do you want to eat some?" The old lady came out of the house with a bowl.

The old lady is nearly 70 years old, lives alone in the old home, and never participates in the life of her children. The older generation has a special affection for the old house.

"I'm cooking at home, mother, do you know whose grave is in my field?"

"There are no graves in the field on the edge of the mound, and when the village brigade divided the land a few years ago, they all moved away, and if there were, there were some ownerless graves. What is this for, you ask? The old lady was puzzled.

The man came from a neighboring village and didn't know much about the early years.

"Huh? Then no one is responsible for the pit in my field, and I will fill it in indiscriminately when I turn around! I wanted to ask for some compensation, but it seemed hopeless, and the man was very disappointed.

Then he briefly talked about what happened in the afternoon, and the man was about to leave, when the old lady suddenly asked with a panicked expression: "You just said that you dug up a bronze mirror in that field?" ”

"yes, the mirror is rusty, I'll show it to you tomorrow."

The man walked out of the gate as he spoke, and when he turned around, he saw the old lady standing in the courtyard in a trance, the bowl in her hand visibly shaking.

"Mother, what's wrong?" The man walked back quickly.

The old lady did not answer, and her thoughts went back to that winter more than 60 years ago.

It was the Lunar New Year of 1923, and my father was writing Spring Festival couplets on the stone table in the courtyard with pen and ink, much earlier than in previous years. The winter afternoon sun was so warm, and my father's focused expression and majestic handwriting were deeply imprinted in my memory.

A pair of Spring Festival couplets had just been completed, and two strange men came to the house, and after muttering a few words, the father walked out of the house with them, and never came back.

And the night before her mother died, she said that she had never regretted it in her life, and that some things had to have a result. She said that her father would definitely return, with that holy bronze mirror, to unlock the curse of fate for future generations.

"Mother?" The man walked up to him and asked suspiciously, "Are you feeling unwell?" ”

"Well...... "The old lady's mind was disturbed, and she came back to her senses and stopped talking, "It's okay, I think of something from the past." ”

The man knew that the old man insisted on living alone, and there must be a lot of things hidden in his heart, and it was some unhappy past, so he didn't ask any more.

"Mother, you usually pay more attention to your body, just call me if you have something." The man looked at the old man, and his heart suddenly felt a little sad.

"I'm doing well, you guys are living well, just let me worry a little less!" The old man pretended to be angry.

"Yes, yes! It's good to put 10,000 hearts when you're old! ”

"You remember Ming'er to ask the loach to bring me the bronze mirror."

"Medium! I'll send it to you later! ”

When he went out, the man felt inexplicably uneasy. Maybe it's because he is already a father, and in front of the old man, it's like seeing his figure about to get old, or maybe he feels something from the old man's words, and he can't say it.

Back home, the man hurriedly ate a few bites of food and went to the old courtyard with a bronze mirror.

As soon as he entered the door, the man smiled and shouted: "Mother, the baby has been brought to you, quickly see how much silver it is worth!" ”

"Mother, the bronze mirror is brought to you!"

"Mother?"

The man shouted several times, but no one answered, thinking that he must have gone to the village under the old locust tree to chat with someone. When he saw that the light was on in the back room, he went in.

As soon as he pushed the door open, the man shouted in surprise: "Mother, what's wrong with you?!" ”

I saw the old man squatting on the ground next to the bed and weeping silently, his pale face looking more and more haggard in the dim light, and next to this peach box, the lid had been opened.

The man hurriedly stepped forward to help the old man up, and said in a solemn tone: "Mother, you must tell me something, it is not good for a person to be stuffy in his heart." ”

"I miss my grandfather again, right?" The man glanced at the box, which contained all the clothes that the old man's father had worn before he left the house, which had been kept until now.

"Show me the bronze mirror." The old man touched his eyes and said calmly.

The man handed over the bronze mirror in his hand, his brows furrowed, and the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger. As soon as the old man touched the bronze mirror, his hand trembled, and then he clenched it tightly in his hand, pausing for a while before speaking.

"It seems that my hunch is right, there is only one mirror like ice cubes in this world......" the old man paused, "only ......" The old man still did not speak.

"Yes, mother, I've always wondered why this thing is so cold? What's the secret of this mirror? What's all? The man asked several questions in a row, and the fog in his heart grew bigger and bigger, and at the same time he felt a faint uneasiness.

"Alas...... After so many years, there are some things that should be let go and let go. The old man sighed and muttered to himself.

The old man took out a cloth bag from the bottom of the peachwood box and handed it to the man.

"This is the Spring Festival couplet that my father wrote before he left home," the old man said with sadness, "you take it back and put it away, and when I get old one day, you will stick it on my coffin." ”

"Mother, what stupid things are you talking about! You're in such good health, I'm still waiting to celebrate your 100th birthday! ”

"Zhong, then I can remember, I have to live for another thirty years!" The old man smiled, happy as a child.

"That's a must, as long as you're always happy, I'll give you a pomp and circumstance for your birthday every year in the future!" When the man saw the old man so happy, his heart was much more relaxed.

"It's not early, you're busy all day, go back and rest early, I'll have to go to the field with you tomorrow." After laughing, the old man's heart sank again.

"Medium!"

Even if the old man doesn't say it, the man will go to find out tomorrow, and there are too many doubts in his heart that need to be solved.

It was late at night, and the man left the old courtyard with the Spring Festival couplets. The summer nights were so cool, the cool breeze blew across the cheeks, and the tiredness of the day dissipated a lot in an instant. From the old man's hesitant eyes, the man clearly felt that the old man was still hiding a lot of things.

A meteor fell from directly above his head to the western horizon, and the man's heart tightened, and he walked quickly back home.

Closing the door, the man opened the cloth bag, the bright red Spring Festival couplets were as new as ever, and they had not faded for more than 60 years, which showed how carefully the old man was preserving. The man carefully spread the Spring Festival couplets on the bed, looking at the words written by his grandfather who had never met, and there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Shanglian: Ten miles of spring breeze full of vermilion

Downlink: A hundred years of golden years are dust

Horizontal batch: home and one ......

There are only three words in the horizontal batch, it should be that I didn't finish it in a hurry when I left home, and I looked at the meaning of the Spring Festival couplets Grandpa turned out to be a person who was indifferent to fame and fortune, the man thought so. The font is not elegant, horizontal and vertical, but it is very powerful. The man silently recited over and over again in his heart: "Ten miles of spring breeze is full of vermilion in the garden, and the golden years of a hundred years are ......"

"That's not right!" The man's head suddenly buzzed, his eyes widened as if they were about to fall out, and he shouted, "How is that possible? No way! No way! ”