The eldest grandfather sobbed for a while, and finally couldn't help crying loudly, "Third child, ......"

I woke up suddenly, could this be the two people in the photo?

I flipped out the photo from my grandfather's green shirt, and there was no portrait on the photo, it became a blank and wrinkled card, because it had been blistered for too long, and with the constant movement, the photo was grinding and soaking, so it became like this.

But no matter how much this photo changes, it still leaves me with such a deep impression, the left side of the photo is the son of the fourth, and the middle is the third, but unfortunately the right side has been eaten away by the years.

I didn't believe that these were the ones in the photo, after all, there were so many dead bodies here, and it was almost difficult to tell who was who here, so I asked the grandfather, "How can you be sure that this is the third child?" ”

The grandfather stopped crying, he pointed to the thigh of the corpse and said to me: "There, there must be a knife and gun, that is left by the fight with the ruffian when he was young, the knife wound to the bone, it will definitely leave traces, if you don't believe it, just go and verify it, I am only so sure, that's because, your third master was born with a long leg and a short leg, and he is a lame." ”

I was shocked, among these three corpses, I really found two legs of different lengths, on its thigh, I really felt a knife wound, next to this corpse, there is an inconspicuous stone, the stone was carved with three words "Liu Laosan".

I don't know if this person is the third master, but looking at the grief of the grandfather, I feel that it must be him, but there is no doubt that he must be the one who is engraved on the stone, but I searched all around the corpse, and I was stunned that I didn't find a tool, even if it was a knife and an iron nail, but it was clean and abnormal.

Could it be that someone else came in the first place?

I hurriedly greeted the grandfather, wanting to tell him that there was something strange here, but the grandfather had obviously not yet come over from his grief, he looked at me quietly with tearful eyes, and said to me calmly: "There may be your father here." ”

To tell the truth, I have been running away from my father since I was a child, and after a long time, I have no feelings for these two words, and I only have that deep gratitude to my father, I am grateful that he brought me into this world but cruelly abandoned me, and I am grateful that he let me learn to survive prematurely in this difficult society.

Although, there are only these, but when these two words came out of the grandfather's mouth, my heart still couldn't stop trembling, I also know that it was not easy for him to bring me to this world, perhaps, he has something unspeakable, just ask, what father can ruthlessly abandon his biological son?

After all, tiger venom does not eat children.

Tears gradually blurred my eyes, and after more than 20 years, I could only look up to the sky and sigh at these three corpses, because even I didn't know which one of my fathers was, and I, as a son, couldn't even collect the corpses.

For a moment, I understood what my grandfather was thinking, a person who has lived silently for so many years should cry like a child.

I knelt down in front of the three corpses, and kowtowed three times, this was the first time I faced my father, and it was also my last time, my grandfather and I carried the three of them to a relatively clean place, buried them with gravel, and found a few large stones, which can be regarded as being buried in the ground.

After doing all this, none of us spoke anymore, and time was lost in silence, and it was the grandfather who broke the silence.

"Oh no, where's your uncle?"

I felt a chill in my heart, it's over, I forgot about the little uncle, I briefly described the disappearance of the little uncle to the grandfather, the grandfather frowned, obviously careless.

We followed the water trails, all the way up, at the end of the river, we found a slope, the slope is not very long, a meter wide, the water trail disappeared here, scattered blood out, I don't have to think about it to know, this blood must be the little uncle's, because here, except for us, no one can shed blood.

I and my grandfather all the way to find the blood stains on the slope, and went forward more than ten meters, we appeared in front of a gate, the gate is made of wood, painted with red paint, but for a long time, the red paint fell off to reveal its true color, the most I wonder is that the wooden door is covered with mildew fluff, but the wooden door still did not collapse, it stands to reason that the stone door and copper door in the ancient tomb are the majority, how can there be a wooden door, and how can the general wooden door last so long.

Above the clouds of this wooden door was the thick iron chain, which penetrated the wooden door as if it had grown naturally inside, and the blood stains came to an abrupt end here.

I looked at my grandfather, stretched out my hand to push the door, who knows, only to hear the "creak", the door was pushed open by me, I was stunned, damn, how does this look like someone deliberately left the door for me.

As soon as the door opened, I saw a person lying on his stomach two meters away from the inner gate, and I asked loudly, "Is it a little uncle?" Is it a little uncle? Brother-in-law? ”

The man didn't move, and he didn't answer me, and I cautiously walked over, and then I saw that this person turned out to be a wet corpse.

Grandpa has always been behind me, I saw that his face suddenly became ugly, I was also startled, and I couldn't help but curse in my heart: "I've been crying outside for eight years, don't cry in the wrong grave again." ”

I saw that this corpse was lying on its stomach like the one outside, and my heart moved, could it be related to the one outside?

By his side, I found a few tools for self-defense, I turned the body over, and found something under his neck, this thing was crystal clear, and there was a sitting Guanyin carved on it, but this Guanyin was carved very strangely, like a god and like a Buddha.

I picked it up and held it in my hand, and when I looked at the image engraved on it, I thought I could guess who it was, and it turned out to be the innkeeper's son, because this accessory was the favorite amulet of the Mazu statue of the local fishermen.

disappeared for more than ten years, and it turned out that he died here.

Judging from all kinds of signs, this person must have found the third master after coming to Fishtail Reef, and then he couldn't resist the temptation of the third master, and also came in, but they underestimated the Kunu lord too much, so that they all died here in the end.

I left the statue of Mazu, his body I can't take away, now I myself are mud bodhisattvas across the river, how can I still have the strength to take him out, I thought, since I can't take him away, then bring back a token, it can be regarded as an explanation to the old man of the inn, I buried his body next to my father, since one came, then go together.