I know that with the development of modern science, cancer has been somewhat controlled, such as lung cancer and stomach cancer can continue to live under the treatment of specific drugs, and the medical expenses are also astronomical, and probably only a small number of people can be treated. But it's good news in bad news, and I hope they all live well, including those who used to be.

"What about the fat man? He became the son-in-law of Romon, it should be scenery, right? ”

"I know that the news of their group of people is the least, in the year you were born, they disappeared, did not leave much information, just send money to their hometown every year, after the master left, I have not been broken, and I have not gone to pick it up, and let the post office call back according to the place of origin, these days I know less and less, I heard people talk about this person when I was in Hong Kong, black and white are all eaten, a few years ago, I washed my hands in the golden basin, probably I had a good life."

"Times are different," I said as I drove, "Isn't that a lot of work, I mean to hire someone, how many years have you not been back to be a new face, it may be better for my father and them to come forward, and the customs should be respected." ”

Hetu nodded and agreed to my proposal, Anxian, Wulipu, its development does not seem to have kept up with the pace of the times. Thirty years ago it was like that, thirty years later it is still like that, the original young and middle-aged people in the village are old, most of the younger generation have gone to work in the city, this place seems to have been forgotten in the full swing of modernization, except for the widened highway and a few new buildings that are very incompatible with the surrounding environment, I can almost close my eyes to restore the appearance of this place when I was a child.

There are few people in the village, and the Cha family has no relatives, so this matter is still simple, and my father found some old workers, after all, it is a manual work to open the soil, and the rest is that some women have to prepare a few tables of simple wine and food. When I arrived, there was already someone in the Cha family, and the woman named Leng Yiran seemed to be frozen in age, she looked like that when I was a child, and she still looks like that now. Refreshing and simple, with a ponytail, her skin was very white but there was no blood, she looked at me carefully for a long time, and finally called out her name: "Xiaoyi, are you back too?" ”

"He doesn't dare to come back!" A man inside laughed heartily and said, "This kid sold us without a copyright fee, and he was embarrassed not to come?" Listening to the voice, I knew it was He Yichao, and sure enough, the man who came out of the back room was holding a cigar in his right hand, wearing an Armani, a successful person's style, and next to him was a middle-aged man with a little fortune, with an ordinary half-inch head, strong muscles and dark skin that looked like a crop man.

"Uncle Chao, Uncle Zhuo Xiong." I shouted one by one, these are seniors, they met Cha Wenbin much later than the fat man, but it does not prevent them from having another emotion. Suddenly, I seemed to understand why he had buried himself that night, and that he had known the brothers for about the same time.

There was also a gentle cough from the inner room, and I stepped over to him, the man I wanted to see. In the past, I had the impression that it was a mountain, but now he is even thinner than before.

"Uncle Oyama." I shouted respectfully, he nodded slightly, the room was very dim, this man was still wearing handmade cloth shoes that were popular more than ten years ago, some of them were old, he didn't seem to know me, Dashan was illiterate, and naturally he hadn't read that novel.

"Okay, it's all here," Cha Wenbin is gone, these people are led by Chaozi, in fact, only he can lead and make these people live well, he clapped his hands and said: "Little boy, how is the manpower, you can't shiver, just pick up the good ones and buy them, and the best cooks in the city are invited over." ”

"No," Hetu explained: "Aunt Leng said, this matter is still up to herself, and the hometown people must have hometown tastes." ”

"That is dead-eyed." He didn't seem to be willing to talk to Leng Yiran about anything, and beckoned us to go in for tea, this was once a home for them, but now the home is missing the male owner who should have been. The house was spotlessly cleaned, with old-fashioned furniture, old-fashioned decoration, and two of the rooms were locked, one was Cha Wenbin's room, and the other was the secret room I went to when I was a child. It's hard to repeat the same life day after day, and I'm beginning to admire that woman, who has spent her whole life guarding it, but what about other people?

The people greeted by my father are some old craftsmen in his village, and their generation can no longer eat outside, and most of them are farming at home, but there is a benefit, heavy feelings. Most of these people knew Cha Wenbin back then, so when they heard about it, they all came without saying a word, and I went up the mountain with them in the afternoon.

The day was calculated by Hetu with Cha Wenbin's eight characters, and the coffin was scheduled to be opened tomorrow morning, but it would not be until half past three in the afternoon before entering the new grave. The time is still relatively tight, and it is necessary to divide into two groups, one group is responsible for lifting the coffin, and the other group is going to repair the new grave. Now it is different from the past, there is a full set of marble tombs on the market, as long as a phone call can be sent back on the same day, Hetu said that he has arranged in advance for people to dig a deep pit at the tomb site, the whole set is reinforced with glutinous rice, and there is fried sea sand all around.

I said, why are you so careful? It doesn't seem to be Cha Wenbin's style to make such a big noise, he likes simplicity and naturalness.

Chaozi said that you don't understand this, we are all from this line of work, and we have seen more tombs, so I will give him a whole one according to the most difficult way, so that in case someone fights this grave in the future, he can also prevent it. Hetu said that the workers were all hired from Guanzhong Road with high salaries, and when they were completed, they were given enough hush money, but in fact, the set of marble tombs on the surface was just for decoration.

However, the tomb that Cha Wenbin built for himself is not a good thing, this guy was reinforced with steel plates, and the surroundings can be said to be impermeable.

His grave was very new, there were not even any weeds around, everything was as if it had just been buried, and there were a lot of flowers and tributes in front of the tomb, probably only if he came to pay his respects every day, and it would be kept so clean as if it were his own house. I couldn't help but admire Aunt Leng and Dashan, these two people had never left him alone.

"That's pretty much it." He Yichao checked it and made sure that it could be opened smoothly tomorrow morning, and the undead should not be disturbed before that, this was a gathering between their old brothers, so I stepped aside in understanding, they have a lot to say.

It happened that morning, and according to Hetu's estimated time, I couldn't go up the mountain because I was a tiger, and the tiger and the horse were to be avoided that morning, so I had to stay at Cha's house and wait for news from them. Actually, I really want to check it out, not because I'm curious, but because I have too many questions. I only heard three cannon shots, and I knew he was finally coming out.

About half an hour later, I saw my father come down first, followed by the craftsmen of the village. The faces of those people were not good-looking, and they were talking quietly along the way, so I quickly greeted them and said, "Why is it so fast, is it finished?" Well, I mean his bones......"

My father glared at me fiercely, and at this age I was still very afraid of him and didn't dare to talk more, and soon I saw my father greet the craftsmen, tell them to keep it a secret and not to tell the truth, and then began to scatter cigarettes and give red envelopes and other courtesy things. After these people were sent away, I vaguely heard all kinds of quarrels coming from the back mountain, but I looked up and heard my father whisper to the side and said, "It's empty inside, let's take everyone away first." ”

"Empty?" I didn't understand what my father meant, Cha Wenbin's departure caused a sensation back then, and Hetu also told me about it.

"There's no one inside, don't ask so much, the little boy and their uncles are about to quarrel."

At this time, I realized the seriousness of the problem, and regardless of my father's strictness, I covered my head and began to run up the mountain, and soon I saw Aunt Leng crying down the mountain, and I asked her she didn't say anything. On the top of the mountain, Chaozi, Zhuoxiong Mountain, and Hetu were all there, and the words of several people were very intense, and I didn't dare to squeak when I stepped forward, but looked at the tomb door that had been opened from a distance.

"Nothing," Hetu said to me with a wry smile, "along with the relics in front of the master, I don't know if he played a joke on us, he played a fake death to deceive all of us." ”

Chaozi was probably panicking in his heart, picking up that kind of big shovel and shooting it on his tombstone, saying that he was going to stone him to death, and he had to find Cha Wenbin's bones after digging three feet into the ground. Unfortunately, everything was in vain, no is nothing, I poked my head in, and it was empty......

When he got home, there was a meeting, and people were discussing where he had gone, and Dashan said that Cha Wenbin had no reason to go like this for ten or twenty years, and he must have ascended to immortal. I've heard the saying that the autopsy ascends to immortality, it's like a god, it's about the same as breaking the cocoon and turning into a butterfly, but one thing is for sure, no one saw him get into it with their own eyes, but everyone said that he buried himself in it.

I have been writing novels for so many years, and I have always been very interested in his strange fate, and I vaguely returned to the previous story, and I asked, "How long has Uncle Cha known you?" Until the time he left, was there ten years? ”