I remember the first day I walked into elementary school, and my teacher said to me, "Children, you are so happy, growing up in this era of combing and peace......

I don't understand. I don't understand what peace is, and I don't understand what happiness is.

But I understood this meaning, and in a sad way, I understood the happiness of this bright world, and of course the darkness of this bright world.

Not every bright person will become an unbeatable male protagonist in a cartoon, and not every bright person can burst out with amazing power at the last moment like a hero in a movie.

On that day in 95, Li San'er carried his uncle's body that was gradually cold, and I didn't know how to cry or even slow down before I walked out of the gate of Li Shunde.

did not call the police, because there was no way to prove that the snake master killed the uncle, because in the eyes of ordinary people, the uncle and the snake master did not have any contact at all.

On the day of my uncle's funeral, I was wearing a black jacket. With a white cloth tied around my waist and a strip of black cloth hanging on my left shoulder, I saw my mother and my brother Liangliang coming from a distance, they were walking in the sun, and I was standing in the dark, I looked at my mother, thinking that she would give me a big hug, thinking that she would hold me and stroke my head and say to me, "Good son is fine......"

But. All this was just to think that she passed by me silently, not even for a moment, not even a word, not even a moment of gaze on me.

In fact, she has always been like this to me since I can remember, I should have been used to it, and even in my little heart I already knew that she would comb me like this, but I still couldn't help but turn around and shout to her: "Mother! ”

She finally stopped. In the daylight, she slowly turned her head to look at me with extremely cold eyes, and at this moment I felt as if there was ice and snow covering me, and I heard her whisper, "I don't want to talk to you if I have something to say to your father." ”

Then she raised her hand and pointed behind me, and I turned my head to look behind me, never forgetting the scene behind me, the man who had never hugged me since I was born, and who never even called my name, was wearing a big black trench coat, combing his usual big back, carrying a bright BB machine around his waist, and walking in those shiny leather shoes.

The cold face that has not changed for ten thousand years, as if the cold look will never change, he is my father, the elder brother of my uncle, his name is Wan Jianjun. Hu Chinese New Year's Eve was seven years old, gave birth to me when he was thirty years old, and in my memory he was the busy man of Tianzi No. 1, and also the coldness of Tianzi No. 1, as if nothing could move him, as if he would never smile.

"Daddy."

I shouted. Clamping wide row.

He walked in front of me, his eyes fell on me, and then he said unusually calmly: "Your uncle gave me a bright phone call before leaving, he said that you are going to Beijing to learn art, you decide your own way, send your uncle a ride and then go on the road." ”

With that, he took out a bright envelope from his bosom and stuffed it into my hand. I touched it, and it was supposed to contain money.

"It's five hundred yuan, you don't have much to do with me from now on, go your own way."

Five hundred yuan, in the tenth century of the immortal is indeed not a small amount, but it is far from enough to buy out the family relationship between us, I pinched the envelope in my hand and lowered my head silently, has not spoken, stretched out my hand to hold the arm of my father who was about to leave, and shouted in a low voice: "Dad, don't leave me, I want to go home with you." ”

I don't want to wander, I don't want to go to Beijing, I'm scared, when I see so many weird things, when I see my uncle fall down and never get up again, I'm scared!

I tugged at my father's hand, but he frowned and pulled his hand back suddenly, then looked at me with a look of disgust and shouted, "Don't touch me!" Fuck off! ”

I stood on the spot, feeling overwhelmed, until my father dusted off the sleeves of his coat as if I had really soiled his clothes, and then strode into the mourning hall, at that moment, I could no longer hold back my tears when I stood outside the mourning hall, my eyes were sore, my eyes were red, and tears rolled down from my eyes in an instant.

"What's wrong? Lin'er, what's going on? ”

Li San'er heard my cry and ran over from afar, hugged me, and gently stroked my head.

"My dad and my mom don't want me anymore, the third master, my dad and my mom don't want it anymore, my dad gave me 500 yuan and doesn't want me anymore, the third uncle, I don't have a dad or a mom anymore......"

Many parents like to use this comb to tease themselves with their children, such as "I don't want you anymore if you are naughty." "I'll throw you out if I don't eat again."

It's just that when all this really came true to me, tears couldn't save my uncle's life, and I couldn't get my parents back.

In the fifth year of Xian, I was in Tianjin, when I was seven years old, my uncle was killed because of my naivety, and my father gave me 500 yuan to break off the father-son relationship, but I thought it was the most tragic time in my life but later I learned that this was just the beginning of my miserable life.

After the end of my uncle's funeral, after five or seven, I followed Li Feng to Beijing accompanied by Li San'er, when I arrived in Beijing, just in time for a light rain in Beijing, the sky was drifting with a trace of cold rain, we took Li Feng's friend's car all the way to Beijing Wanshou West Palace nearby, at that time Beijing traffic was naturally not as congested as modern times, but there were more bicycles on the road, the buildings on both sides were not so high, and there were many old alleys that were not demolished, we stopped at the door of a hutong called: West Pai Lou.

"Wan Lin, there is only one family in this West Archway, and the one sitting in this family is my master, and he is also the great master of our network, named Yan Kai, the word Fengru, the older generation likes to call him Yan Fengru, and our younger generation calls him Master Yan. After you go in, you have to understand the etiquette, if he doesn't speak, don't speak first, if he doesn't let you sit, you stand, remember? ”

I nodded, to be honest, since the death of my uncle, my impression of Li Feng has plummeted, in the past I felt that he was a great hero but now I feel that he is just an accomplice of a bright bad guy.

After getting out of the car, I walked inside with my schoolbag, the hutongs in Beijing are not rare, which is very different from the Xiangtang in the south, and the sparse place in the Xiangtang in the south can't even be side-by-side.

Just in time for the rain, the bluestone slabs scattered on the ground were wet by the rain, the color was particularly dark, I walked carefully on the bluestone slabs, and I could see a black gate from a distance, the gate was pasted with pieces of golden round stickers, and I could see at a glance that the doorknob was also carved quite exquisitely, it was a pair of golden tiger heads.

There is no stone lion in front of the door, but there is a pair of couplets on both sides of the gate, the left book: Millennium Emperor Wannian Immortal. Right book: Destiny is determined by heaven and not by heart.

Li Feng motioned for us not to move forward, and after tidying up his coat and hair, he walked to the black door very respectfully, and lightly buckled the golden knocker three times, "Knock, knock, knock." After three sounds, the door slowly opened, but there was no one inside, and it was dark that I couldn't see anything clearly.

"Why is there no one?"

I asked curiously.

As soon as the words fell, a candle suddenly lit up in the darkness, and the faint light of the fire illuminated the darkness around me, and I could vaguely see an old man standing behind the firelight, but he couldn't see his face clearly, but my psychic eyes saw some strange pictures.

I saw a trace of white air currents, spreading out in the darkness like mist, as if it were surrounding the old man sitting in the middle, and it seemed to spread aimlessly in the sky.

I looked at this mist, they slowly swirled in the sky, and finally in this darkness, behind this faint candle flame formed a huge humanoid object, I rubbed my eyes, I couldn't help but look up, in the depths of this West Pai Lou Hutong, in the middle of a huge patio-like house, all these white mists that only I could see turned into a huge and difficult to execute picture, a bright immortal wearing a white robe, his body was uncertain and composed of mist! R832