"Walker," Ham said affectionately, "you know what? I miss my great-grandfather a lot. Can you understand my feelings?"

"I know," I replied, "I can understand your feelings, too. ”

I can naturally understand Ham's feelings, and I can see between the lines of Ham's words that he has a very good relationship with his great-grandfather, and that he misses his great-grandfather very deeply. It's as if I miss my grandmother, who has passed away for ten years, but I still can't forget every word my grandmother said to me, and the smile she looked at me every day when she was alive.

"My great-grandfather," Ham said as he drove, "was a soldier. ”

I know that if my great-grandfather had not been a soldier, he would not have been able to participate in the Eight-Nation Alliance's war of aggression against China. But I didn't interrupt Ham, I listened quietly, listening to the story Ham told me.

"When he returned from China, he applied for retirement from the army. Walker, you know what? He was already a colonel at that time and was soon about to be promoted to major general, but he did not hesitate to abandon his rank and leave the army. Walker said methodically, "It was a big decision to make at the time......

Listening to Ham's words, I learned that Ham's great-grandfather was Shambaugh, a British soldier. During the Eight-Nation Alliance's war of aggression against China, Shambaugh, as a colonel commander of the Far Eastern Army, made great contributions to the invasion of the Forbidden City. In the atmosphere of the time, Shambaugh, who had military exploits and fought bravely, would ride the wind and waves, rise step by step, and even be able to rise to the top, sitting on glory and wealth.

But at the most critical time, Shambaugh did not hesitate to choose to retire from the army, and after retiring, he locked himself in the attic, not wanting to see anyone.

Ham respected and loved his great-grandfather.

His great-grandfather, Shambaugh, was sixty years older than him, and when Ham met Shambaught, Shambaugh had locked himself in the attic for almost thirty years!

In Ham's mind, Shambaugh was a kind and kind old man, an elder who would hurt people. It's just that why did Shambaugh lock himself in the attic and not want to see outsiders? Ham didn't know either.

When Ham was eighteen years old, Shambaugh died of illness at the age of seventy-eight. Ham is now forty years old, which means that it has been twenty-two years since his great-grandfather Shambaugh left him!

Talking about this, Ham and I are both embarrassed.

Twenty-two years, that is, when Shambaugh died, it was 1979. At that time, the spring breeze of China's reform and opening up had just swept the motherland, and our profession of exorcists gradually survived with difficulty from the wave of ****.

Twenty-two years, I was only three years old at the time.

Time is really the best reagent to wash away sadness, but time can't erase the memories in your heart no matter what. Twenty-two years on, Ham weep whenever he talks about Shambaugh.

"Mr. Ham," I said, pulling out a tissue and handing it to Ham, "don't do that, Shambaugh doesn't want you to be like that in the Heavens." ”

"In heaven there is a spirit?" Ham took the tissue and said in surprise, "Do you Chinese also believe that there is a soul in this world?"

I smiled and nodded.

As a professional exorcist, I don't doubt that there are souls in this world.

"Hehe," Ham was suddenly overjoyed, "I finally see someone who believes in the soul of this world as much as I do." He was overjoyed.

"Walker, you know what? It's been twenty-two years since Shambaught left, but I see him every night. ”

"Oh?" I listened to Ham's words and was amazed.

"I don't think you'll believe it." Ham continued, "It's in the attic of my house, the one directly above your room, and I see Shambaught walking around every night. I used to want to get closer and see if it was Shambaut, but every time I went to the attic, he was gone. Do you know? I told my mom and dad about it, and they didn't believe me. ”

I was puzzled when I heard this, what Ham meant was that although Shambaugh was dead, his soul had never been willing to go to the underworld to be reincarnated. Usually there are two reasons for this, either he has someone he can't let go, or he has something he can't let go.

If he can't let go of Ham, Shambaugh should meet Ham. But every time Ham approached the attic, Shambaugh vanished, and the man who seemed to be unable to let go of him did not exist. In this way, there must be something that Shambaugh can't let go.

Shambaught had been to China before, could he have told me what I had to do to find Jimir?

"Hey, man, what are you doing?" Ham suddenly tapped me on the right shoulder, and I walked out of my thoughts.

"It's time to get off!" HAM SAID WITH A SMILE AS THE JEEP STOPPED OUTSIDE TOM'S SUPERMARKET NOT FAR AWAY.

Ham and I got out of the car, and Ham handed me the small cardboard box in the back seat, and I took it and followed Ham closely, and the two of us went into Tom's supermarket one after the other.

Tom's supermarket is not big, about 50 square meters, but it sells a variety of things.

When Ham and I entered Tom's Supermarket, there were a few customers scattered around the supermarket, and they were full of their belongings. Ham greeted a few acquaintances and led me to the second floor.

On the second floor, a lady of about thirty years old sat at a coffee table, holding a delicate coffee cup in her hand, and looked at Ham who had just walked up in a daze.

That's when I found out that the second floor was a café called Tom's Cafe.

It seems that this man named Tom should be the owner of the supermarket downstairs and this café! It's just that who is this noble lady in front of you? Why was her eyes so misty when she saw Ham?

It occurred to me that in the three months I had been in London, I had not seen Hammer's wife, could it be that the woman in front of me was Ham's wife?

It's just that why did the two choose to meet in such an elegant café? It's not like a husband and wife meeting, it's more like a tryst with lovers.

I shuddered, for on my first day as Ham's assistant, he had asked me to be a light bulb! This is against my principles of life!

But what can be done about this? I'm Ham's assistant now, and that's part of being an assistant. I'm not going to throw the little cardboard box on the table right now, and then angrily reprimand Ham and quit my job, right?

I'm not that kind of person, and I have to take responsibility for my work. I thought so, and sat down on the couch across from the noblewoman.