"And then?" I asked.

The man sitting in front of me reached out and put the cigarette on the edge of the ashtray and knocked it, then put it in his mouth and took a deep breath, and said, "Your father sat at the door of the hall until dawn and didn't see the human head again." ”

"Uncle, you didn't come all the way from the village to tell me this, did you?" I asked, "And it sounds like a story." ”

"You know what!" A man next to him said suddenly.

I was taken aback, and I was about to get angry, but suddenly it occurred to me that something was wrong. So he leaned back on the sofa with his hands folded and looked at the two men in front of him. The older man in front of me is my uncle, with a kind face, and even his face is gentle when he speaks. Next to me was my second uncle, with a fierce face. I sat across from the two of them, and I could still feel the oppressive aura emanating from him at a coffee table in between. At first, I thought that the second uncle was engaged in the business of killing people and selling goods, so there would be such a strong murderous aura on his body. But later I found out that this man was a pig killer.

"Uncle, your nephew and I are a businessman, don't be surprised if you have a lot of eyes. Just by saying that you are my uncle and second uncle, how can you prove it? After saying that, I picked up a cup of tea from the coffee table and drank it slowly, waiting for this so-called uncle to explain it to me.

The last memory of my uncle and second uncle is estimated to be when I was two years old. After I was two years old, my father sent him out of the mountains and fostered him in the home of an old couple. Now more than twenty years have passed, and where do you remember what was before. Even the closest uncle and second uncle have a vague impression.

Uncle put the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray and extinguished it, smiled bitterly, and said, "You were sent out by your father when you were young, and for so many years, our lifestyles are different, and I can't prove it to you." With that, he put his hand in his pocket again, wanting to smoke his own cigarette.

I'm a businessman, and although I don't smoke, I always have a few packs of cigarettes at home for my guests to smoke. Seeing that the uncle wanted to smoke his own cigarettes again, I pushed the opened pack of cigarettes on the table in front of him and motioned for him to smoke mine.

Uncle looked at the cigarette in front of him and smiled, took out a small bag from his pocket and put it in front of me, saying, "Take a look for yourself, you should know this thing." After speaking, he pushed the cigarette in front of me, "Your uncle, I am not so addicted to smoking." ”

I ignored the uncle's joke and looked down at what he had put in front of me.

It's a palm-sized cloth bag that looks old. It is estimated that it should be used by the uncle to hold tobacco before.

When I took out the contents of it, it was a rather old harmonica. The aluminum edging of the harmonica is engraved with three words: Wei Lianbing.

It's my dad's name.

It seemed like an instant, and the memories of my childhood came flooding back. When I was younger, my dad used to put me to sleep with a harmonica. And this harmonica in front of me is indeed very familiar.

"How?" Uncle asked, looking at me.

I put down my harmonica and nodded slowly. The harmonica is my father's lifeblood, and since my uncle can bring out my father's lifeline, it seems that it can't be wrong. So I hurriedly laughed and said: "What, uncle, you see that I am also a businessman, and it is common to cheat and play tricks in the business field." You don't mind, you don't mind," he said and pushed back the pack of cigarettes in front of him.

"Humph!" The second uncle next to him snorted.

I ignored the second uncle, looked at the uncle and asked, "Uncle, do you have anything to do with me?" After speaking, he glanced at the harmonica on the table out of the corner of his eye, and quickly asked again, "Is there something wrong with my father?" ”

Uncle put away his smile and nodded, sighed and said, "Your father is missing." ”

"Missing?" I hurriedly sat up from the couch when I heard this, "What's going on?" ”

Uncle took one out of the pack of cigarettes and lit it, took a deep breath, and seemed to organize the language.

After a while, he said, "It's the incident I told you about just now when your grandmother saw your grandfather's head." ”

It turned out that my father sat at the door of the hall until dawn, and my grandfather's head did not appear. But my grandmother never got up from that night when she was in bed. And grandma started a hunger strike. In the last few days, my grandmother didn't even drink water, and then she left one night.

My dad thought it was going to end with my grandmother's death. But who knew that on the night of grandma's departure from the mountain (funeral), grandpa's head appeared in grandma's mourning hall again.

Grandpa's is no longer as unkempt as last time, as if it has been carefully groomed. He looked at my grandmother's portrait and turned his face to look at my dad. At this time, there was no one else in the mourning hall except my father.

The two looked at each other expressionlessly for a long time. It wasn't until my dad called out to him in question that my grandfather spoke.

"Don't be sad," said Grandpa, "your mother has come down to accompany me." ”

My dad knelt down and kowtowed to my grandfather.

Grandpa continued, "If you want to know how I died, come to the ancestral hall in three years. After saying that, I didn't care what my dad's reaction was, and I jumped and left. And my dad listened to my grandfather's words, and took people into the ancestral hall in the village after three years of filial piety for my grandmother. But this time I went in and never came out.

"When did this happen? Did you let people in and find them? I asked.

Uncle pondered a little and said, "Calculate the time, it should be when you are five years old." ”

"Five?" I almost didn't jump off the couch. "Then why are you telling me now? Also, did you find my dad? ”

After asking this sentence, I will know the result. If I find them, will they come and let me know?

I saw the uncle sigh again and said, "You should know that your father is the patriarch." Except for some people in the clan who need to go out for funeral, only the patriarch and a few old people can enter the ancestral hall. But with the exception of your father, everyone who has the right to bring people in is dead. The uncle extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray and continued, "Even if we are the brothers of the patriarch, we have no right to bring people in. ”

"But," said the uncle, looking at me, "according to the village rules, if anything happens to the chief, the next chief will be his heir." So now only you can bring people in. ”

"How can you still care about so many rules?" I got up from the couch and said, "Also, why are you only here to tell me now?" ”

The uncle smiled bitterly and said, "Nephew, being able to find you is already blessed by your grandparents in the spirit of heaven." After your dad sent you out, he wouldn't say where he sent you. We've been looking for you for more than ten years. ”

I looked at the uncle's wry smile, and vaguely seemed to think of something. So he sat down again and waited for the uncle to speak.

"After we learned about you, we hurried over to look for you, hoping that you can go back in the name of the patriarch and find your father." After speaking, he paused again, "He is your father and my own brother." Therefore, your second uncle and I, as well as the people in the village, hope that you can go back. ”

I listened to the uncle's almost pleading voice, and my heart began to feel a little touched. But the thought that suddenly flashed through my mind just now made me hesitate again.

"That's it," I said, looking at my uncle, "it's getting late now, so you and your second uncle will stay with me first." Let me think about it for one night. I'll reply to you tomorrow. ”

The second uncle looked at the uncle and just wanted to say something, but the uncle opened his mouth first: "Okay." I hope you'll think about it, nephew. After all, the missing person is your own father. ”

I nodded, and after arranging for the two of them to go back to the room to rest, I also went back to the room.

After locking the door, close the curtains again. After making sure everything was safe, I took out an envelope from one of the compartments of my closet. This envelope was given to me by my adoptive parents before they died, saying that my dad gave it to them after he sent me out and asked them to pass it on to me.

My adoptive parents only said two words to me before they died.

The first sentence is: You must move every three years.

The second sentence is: If someone from the village finds me, whoever it is, find a place where no one is there and open the envelope.

Flipped the envelope in his hand, and said in his heart, I damn it, this shouldn't be an imitation of Zhuge Liang's tricks to Liu Bei, right? Thinking about it, I opened the envelope.

There was only a thin sheet of paper inside. There are only two sentences on paper.

The first sentence: No matter who finds you, you can't go back to the village, including your father and me.

Sentence 2: You must move every three years.

I looked at the two sentences on the letter and repeated them softly.

I move every three years and can't go back to the village anyway. Is this trying to get me out of the way?