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My father was a carpenter, and since my mother died, my father has made carving his most important thing.

Many times I watched quietly from the sidelines, and every thing carved out by my father seemed to come to life.

"Wood is not dead, it has life, its texture, its texture, and its beauty after it has been carved and polished, and the beauty of a work is intoxicating." These are the exact words of my father many years ago.

And there are more and more wood carvings in my house, and most of them are in the shape of my mother.

But there is a very strange thing, as long as the wood carvings are long, they will turn black, and they will start to rot from the heart of the wood, giving off a foul smell.

This made me, who originally liked wood carving, slowly unable to accept it.

I remember when I was 10 years old, exactly three years after my mother's death, I found a notebook from my mother's belongings. There was some text on it, but only half of it, and on the last page of the note was a blood sandalwood flower.

At that time, I was learning to write calligraphy, and I wanted to copy those words. Because of his young age, he dripped the ink on the last piece of paper, and the whole blood sandalwood flower was covered by black ink.

When I was young, I was worried that my father would scold me if I soiled the last page, so I secretly tore off that page and put it in my school bag.

After that, the notes were gone, and my father asked me if I had taken my mother's relics, and I shook my head and said no. Most of that notebook had been lost, and missing a page wasn't a lie.

My father promised to continue eating.

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After going to school, I took the piece of paper out of my school bag, looked at the text next to it, and thought that I could copy it down and ask the Chinese teacher at the company.

At that time, the teacher told me that this was a Qin script, and that the orthographic characters were inherited from the writing tradition of the Western Zhou Dynasty, focusing on the use of square-folded and straight brushwork to transform the orthography. There is an obvious relationship between the vulgar glyph and the orthographic glyph, and the orthographic character of the Qin State later evolved into a small seal, and the vulgar character evolved into a lishu.

The meaning of the word is "the flower blooms and the people return, and the son welcomes his relatives at three o'clock." Don't ask where you come from and when you go, the spring night is hard and short, and you get up early. ”

I didn't understand what it meant, and my Chinese teacher didn't tell me what it was. At that time, I made up a lie and concealed it. The Chinese teacher didn't ask much, and nothing happened for a while.

It wasn't until after the Qingming Festival the following year that my father became strange, his face looked very pale, his eye sockets were deep-set, and he looked a lot more pale and old.

Every day, except for completing some orders, I don't carve my mother's wood carvings anymore, and I don't know what to do in that wooden house all day. The familiar cabin was locked and I never had a chance to enter it again.

Until one by chance, I went in and saw a wooden carving of a flower.

There was a piece of rosewood in the middle of the room, and there was a faint smell of blood, which made my face a little pale.

The body unconsciously took two steps back, felt that something had been bumped, and when I looked back, I saw my father's expressionless face. "Daddy......"

"Whoever told you to come in, get out."

My father's scolding made me bow my head aggrievedly, and I grabbed my skirt with both hands, very aggrieved. Originally, I just wanted to come in and have a look, but I didn't know how aggrieved I felt, so I just stood there and didn't move.

"Get out, didn't you hear me telling you to get out?" My father was a little annoyed and said, "It's the first time I've seen my father like this."

I began to choke even more frightened, and stood there in a panic for a moment and did not do what my father said, until he rudely threw me outside the hut. The usually gentle father has changed, and he usually smiles gently, and he will touch my head and tell me what I have done wrong.

Since then I have rarely seen my father, who was always in a log cabin, and I was sent to a school far away.

His phone never got through, and he had less and less money left for me, so I had to start earning money to support myself, and it was all caused by that notebook.

So you have to understand what is recorded in it and why my father became like that.

Then, I began to like to study paleographies, and all kinds of paleographies piqued my interest. And these have become my main source of livelihood, finding important information every day, and then writing it into a manuscript and sending it to the corresponding media.

If I don't pass these things, then I may have to face the problem of starvation, so I have to spend more time studying, researching, working, writing manuscripts to earn some living expenses, and I can't do anything when I'm young.

It wasn't until that year that I met the history teacher, she was a very beautiful woman, I called her Teacher Xu, and she was also a person who liked ancient characters very much.

By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Zhao Ling, and I was 11 years old that year.

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"Wow~, Mr. Xu, your house is so big, I have never seen such a big house, and there are so many books." The first time I walked into the villa, I couldn't help but marvel, and just smiled at these teachers.

She was a gentle person, put down the papers in her hand and went to the kitchen to pour me a cup of tea.

"Actually, it's just my ......, hum, little girl, come over and I'll show you good things."

Teacher Xu wanted to speak and stopped, she knew my background, she was only in her twenties at that time, and these were all left by her parents. And her parents have always been busy, and Ms. Xu doesn't like to be quiet, even though her family is very wealthy and has also found a job as a teacher.

Curiously following her, I was already shocked by the place, all kinds of furniture and a large clock that I had never seen before.

There were books on all sides that I couldn't read the words, and I stared at the words and I was unconsciously fascinated. "Teacher Xu, are those ancient documents?"

"Yes, these are books related to ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, which appeared more than 5,000 years ago, that is, Egyptian script, which is the oldest script, from the earliest pictographic inscriptions on the joint plates of the armor of Pharaoh Namer."

"Egypt?"

I've seen about this country in a book, a country in the desert, they worship the sun, and they love gold.

I followed Mr. Xu to the room on the second floor and walked into a study, which was connected to the bedroom next door, and the door of the bedroom next door was sealed. Here is the ocean of books, all kinds of books, they are about the origin of the world's stylistic civilization.

"Good...... Lots of books. ”

"Little girl, you like books so much, let's live at the teacher's house today, I've been bored for so long and finally found a friend with the same interests, hum kid."

Teacher Xu squatted down and scratched my nose very affectionately, revealing a shallow smile, but deep dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth. "I'll cook first, you read a good book here, and if you don't understand, you can come and ask the teacher."

"Hmm!"

I nodded, turned around and climbed towards the bookshelf on the side, and Mr. Xu, who had already walked to the door, instructed, "If the book is relatively high, you can use the ladder next to it." ”

"Got it."

At that time, I was happy to wander around the study, but many of the books here were about foreign civilizations.

I found the area where the Chinese characters were, and pulled out a book, and when I looked at the cover of the book clearly, the bewitching red scared my hands. On the cover of this book, it is the kind of blood sandalwood, but there is an explanation in modern simplified Chinese below.

"Manju Sahua!"

Manzhu Shahua, bloom for a thousand years, fall for a thousand years, flowers and leaves will never meet. Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death, and we will always know each other but we can't fall in love. On the other side of this life that cannot be touched, unload all memories, and flowers are yellow springs.

"The flower of the other side."

These are the last three words of this sentence, which should be the same as the previous Manzhu Sahua, which is the name in Chinese.

I repeated that sentence over and over again, and I don't know why, but when I read it, my heart felt like something was gripping me fiercely.

The manju sawa was a blood-red flower, which was said to have been sent back by the gods by the gods who voluntarily threw herself into hell, but still wandered on the road to the Yellow Springs, and the gods could not bear it, so they agreed to let it open on this road.

I originally hoped that it could give peace to the deceased, but I didn't want it to be like a poppy, so that the deceased would sink and be addicted to the sea of flowers and unable to extricate themselves. The flower that blooms only on the side of the Santu River in the underworld and on the other side of the Lethe River, the magic of the fragrance of the flower can evoke the memory of the deceased.

Countless people who were infatuated with their lives wandered on the banks of the Lethe River and could never enter reincarnation.