In my memory, when my grandfather was still alive, I had never heard anyone talk about a man named Feng Xiaomi. My father, grandfather, and mother never mentioned the name in front of me.

Maybe I was too young at that time and my memory wasn't so clear. They may have mentioned it once or twice, but I forgot about it.

In short, they consciously or unconsciously avoided mentioning the name in front of me.

When Millet was imprisoned by my grandfather and buried in the back garden, I was still unfamiliar with Millet. I occasionally sneak into the backyard to see where the millet is buried. Because there was a lot of cow on it, I had to pinch my nose and hurry away.

It stands to reason that Xiaomi and Daddy often meet, and I should be able to meet once or twice.

But I almost never came across it. Maybe Grandpa always took advantage of my absence in Thrush Village to meet Millet.

However, at my grandfather's funeral, a beautiful woman came to mourn, which attracted the attention of many people. Of course, I still didn't see the beautiful woman that time.

Mom said. When the beautiful woman came, I had gone to sleep. Because I was doing somersaults next to my father's corpse and had too hard fun, I went to bed early that day.

Mom said that those who came to mourn would kneel on the straw book and kowtow three times to the altar of their grandfather, and then sit on the floor. But that day, the eye-catching beautiful woman rushed to the coffin after kowtowing, hugged the coffin and cried so much that the Taoist priests who were blowing and beating next to her forgot to blow the trumpet and chant the scriptures.

Shang Ruoran was very unhappy when she saw it, and then muttered: "You are not from the Ma family, how can you hold the coffin and cry?" Where do you put my face? ”

Shang Ruoran's grandfather and mother around her did not help her speak.

Five or six years later, the beautiful woman who hugged her father's coffin and cried died young.

Many people say that she collided with Ma Lao Xiucai's spiritual position five or six years ago.

But Mom said she saw it that night. When Millet was crying while holding her grandfather's coffin, she put her ears close to the coffin, as if listening to the people in the coffin. At that moment, she seemed to have made some kind of agreement with the person in the coffin. As the crowd pulled her away from the coffin. She burst into tears and laughed.

The year after my father died, a grass grew in the backyard where millet was buried. My grandmother planted cucumber seedlings in that place, and at first I thought it was one of the cucumber seedlings, so I didn't care about it. When the seedlings grew a little bigger, my grandmother realized that the grass was different from the cucumber seedlings.

Grandma knew that there was millet buried underneath, so she didn't dare to touch the grass, so she called her grandfather to see it.

Grandpa took a look. Pleasantly surprised, he said to his grandmother, "Father's prophecy has come true." Don't mess with the grass, take care of it like any other seedling, and water it. In the future, when you water it, you have to say 'Grandma drink water'. The attitude should be a little better. ”

Grandma was puzzled: "Don't talk about watering it, but still call it grandma?" ”

Grandpa smiled, "Yes." It's grandma-level, you call it grandma, and it will be a little happier to listen to. When my father was alive, he said that he should be bad to him before he caught it, and he should be good to him after he caught it. Let's serve it as well as we can. It will be useful in the future. ”

My grandmother listened to my grandfather's words and never forgot it every time she watered the back garden.

In the winter, the grass withered. Grandma was worried. Grandpa didn't know what was going on, but there was no way.

The following spring, the grass actually grew again. Grandma and grandpa were overjoyed.

When the crooked Taoist priest heard about this, he also went to the back garden to see it. After looking at the grass. The crooked Taoist priest said, "Yue Yun, do you know what kind of grass this is? ”

Grandpa shook his head.

The crooked Taoist priest said: "This is moonlight grass." ”

Grandpa: "Moonlight grass? When my father was alive, he said that something would grow here, but he didn't say that it was moonshine. ”

The crooked Taoist priest said: "This moonlight grass was born from the endless power of darkness. It absorbs moonlight, is a grass with a soul, and a grass with memories. The grass blooms only once in its lifetime, and after one flowering, it bears three fruits, and dies immediately after the fruit. The white of the three fruits is the holy medicine. I heard that it can bring the dead back to life; The black fruit is a strange poison, and there is no cure for the poisoned; Another fruit is condensed like moonlight, which is the seed of life. Therefore, the moonlight grass itself is made up of life, magic, and soul, and the three are preserved in the form of fruits when they die. Therefore, the memory of the moonlight grass does not disappear with its death, it can be passed on. In the ancient language of flowers, moonshine grass represents an unforgettable memory. ”

Grandpa sighed: "In this way, this moonlight grass is simply the embodiment of millet's spirit." But what does it do when she grows into moonshine? ”

The crooked Taoist priest shook his head and said, "I don't know either." Maybe your father has already thought about it, as long as we take good care of her, don't think too much. ”

Five or six years after his father's death, Feng Junjia and his wife urged Xiaomi to get married, and found many matchmakers to introduce suitable people to Xiaomi to meet at home.

Xiaomi has no objection, as long as her parents arrange it, she will go to see it. But without exception, she was not satisfied after seeing it. When Mr. and Mrs. Feng asked where they were not satisfied, she gave a few very far-fetched reasons. Feng Junjia and his wife said whatever they said, but Xiaomi couldn't listen to a word.

One day, Millet suddenly came to Thrush Village and found his grandfather, saying that he wanted to go to his grandfather's backyard to have a look.

Grandpa led her into the back garden.

Millet walked over to the moonshine grass.

This moonlight grass has grown in spring and withered in winter in the past five or six years, but it has always been there.

To my grandfather's surprise, when Millet walked into the back garden, the moonlight grass had already bloomed three flowers at some point. The three flowers are yellow, pink, and white.

Millet pointed to the three flowers and asked his grandfather, "Yue Yun, do you know the meaning of these three flowers?" ”

Grandpa remembered what the crooked Taoist priest had said, and replied, "I don't know. But some say that moonshine represents an unforgettable memory. ”

Millet said neither affirmatively nor negatively: "This is a flower that blooms on top of memories." One of these three flowers symbolizes the past, one symbolizes the present, and the other symbolizes the future. ”

My grandfather was curious: "Which one symbolizes the past?" Which one symbolizes the present? Which one symbolizes the future? ”

Xiaomi smiled: "I don't know either." But is it that important? When your father was alive, he told me that the past is the present and the present is the future, and that the three are indistinguishable and interdependent. However, they all live on the nourishment of memories, and it is the same as me. ”

"The nourishment of memories?"

"After the most important person leaves, the other person can only live on the nourishment of memory, thinking about the past, living the present, and looking forward to the future. Otherwise, it doesn't know why it's alive. Millet said quietly.

Grandpa knew what Xiaomi meant and stopped talking.

Millet said: "In seven days, it will grow three fruits." I'll come back again in seven days. I'll take one when the time comes. On the eighth day, remember to bring the remaining two fruits to me and feed them. ”

Grandpa was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

On the seventh day, my grandfather found that the moonlight grass had indeed borne three fruits, one as white as cotton, one as black as charcoal, and one as transparent as moonlight. Millet came to her grandfather's backyard as promised and picked the black fruit.

On the eighth day, my grandfather picked the remaining two fruits and went to Feng Junjia's house.

Before he arrived at Feng Junjia's house, his grandfather heard the cry of grabbing the sky.

Walking to Feng Junjia's house, my grandfather saw that Millet was already lying on the door panel in the hall. Only the deceased will be put on the door panel.

Grandpa immediately understood. Millet has already eaten the poisonous fruit.

When Feng Junjia saw his grandfather coming, he cried even more sadly. He must have thought of the scene when Ma Laoxiu used to come here often.

Xiaomi's younger brother, who has grown up, also stood next to the door panel and shed tears.

Xiaomi's mother cried even more, slumped next to Xiaomi, like a paralyzed mud. Xiaomi's younger brother couldn't help her no matter how much he helped her.

Xiaomi's grandparents passed away a few years ago, so they are not here.

When my grandfather saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel cold and cold, thinking that Xiaomi's soul could see it, and he couldn't bear to leave. Grandpa couldn't help but look around the house, looking for the location of Xiaomi's soul now. But my grandfather didn't see anything.

Grandpa walked to Xiaomi's side, stuffed the two fruits in his hand into Xiaomi's mouth, and then asked Xiaomi's younger brother, "Is there warm water at home?" You can get me a drink. ”

Xiaomi's younger brother had already guessed what his grandfather had stuffed into his sister's mouth, and hurriedly wiped away his tears to get warm water.

Feng Junjia walked over and asked, "What are you giving her to eat?" ”

Grandpa said: "Don't worry about it, I may not be able to save her." ”

Although his grandfather's reputation is not as good as that of his father, he has indeed inherited some of his father's skills and has done many praised, and second, because he is his father's son, he has borrowed some of his father's aura, so people who know his grandfather know more or less about his grandfather and believe in him.

When Feng Junjia saw his grandfather say this, he didn't ask what he was doing, and stood aside and looked at Xiaomi restlessly.

Xiaomi's brother brought a glass of warm water. Grandpa took the warm water, opened Xiaomi's mouth slightly, and slowly poured warm water from Xiaomi's mouth into ≥ Zhuhong's blood as if feeding medicine.

After pouring all the glasses of water, Grandpa handed the cup back to Xiaomi's younger brother and sat down next to the door.

Feng Junjia and his wife had a glimmer of hope and asked their grandfather: "Can Xiaomi be saved?" ”

Grandpa looked at Xiaomi's face. Although his father left all kinds of hints in front of him, and Xiaomi also said those words, he had no bottom in his heart.

Feng Junjia and his wife saw that their grandfather didn't speak, so they quieted down and sat next to Xiaomi with their grandfather, waiting for Xiaomi to wake up.

But they waited until it was dark, and there was no movement from the millet on the door panel.