"What about Xiaomi, what will happen to her after she is reincarnated?" Grandpa still can't let go of millet in his heart, and he always feels that he owes her a lot. This is also one of the reasons why my grandfather, who almost never entered the temple, occasionally went to Xiangyan Mountain.

The tail behind the young man wilted, like a bracken in spring.

"She's probably out of touch with your father. She will forget everything and start life again. The young man said.

Grandpa sighed softly.

The young man comforted: "Why sigh, everyone has their own bones, everyone has their own fate, maybe Xiaomi's life should be inseparable from your father's fate, now the soul is separated, Xiaomi's soul occupies 'fate', and Xiaomi's soul occupies 'no point'." This is not the best outcome. ”

Grandpa nodded.

"Alright. It's time for me to go. Millet's spirit is still waiting for me. The tail of the young man's shadow swayed from side to side.

"Will you come again?" Grandpa was reluctant.

"Maybe, maybe not." The young man laughed, then turned to leave.

When the young man's shadow disappeared, my grandfather felt the coldness on his body, and hurriedly returned to the house and closed the door.

The next morning, my grandfather looked at the beams in the bedroom, and then went to the floor to look around, trying to find some traces left by the bamboo slip last night, but there was not a single scratch on the beam, and there was not a single footprint on the floor. Grandpa sighed to himself: "Isn't the bamboo slip a dream for me?" ”

My grandfather asked the family if they had heard anything last night.

No one in the house heard anything.

For a long time after that, my grandfather didn't have any news of his grandfather and Xiaomi, as well as Luo Buzhai Zhuzi.

Later, after graduating from university, I worked for three years, and once during the Chinese New Year, I went to Thrush Village to pay my grandfather's New Year's greetings on the second day of the first lunar month, but I encountered a strange thing.

In my memory, it seems that every year on the first day of the first lunar month of the Chinese New Year at my own home, I will go to Thrush Village on the second day of the first lunar month, and it has never changed. I used to stay and live, but after my grandfather and uncle moved from the old house to the new building, I didn't live there. But I will go again on the seventh or eighth day of the new year. I had to rush back to school after college, and I had to rush back to work after work, so I only stayed at my grandfather's house on the second day of junior high school.

So, on the second day of the Lunar New Year, I paid New Year's greetings to my grandfather and uncle, and my mother was afraid that I would not have enough time, so I urged my grandfather to take me to the back mountain to pay New Year's greetings to my grandfather and grandmother. Their graves are there.

My grandfather and uncle led me to the back mountain. Mom came along. My grandfather talked about how my grandfather loved me when he was alive, and many of the past stories were told many times by my grandfather, but he never tired of talking about it every time he saw me. The uncle listened impatiently and told him not to repeat the words over and over again.

Halfway up the back mountain, I looked back at the thrush village below the hill and remembered the scenes my grandfather had reminded me of. But at this time, the thrush village under the mountain is no longer the thrush village of the past. A number of buildings with red tile and cement walls have risen from the ground, and the pattern of the old houses has been completely destroyed, although there are still a few scattered old houses, but either the tiles on the houses are broken and uneven, like fish that have been scaled off; Either the mud bricks of the walls are washed by rainwater, as if they will fall off with a blow. They have followed the generation of their grandfather and grandfather and have grown old, and they are irretrievable.

In the face of such a thrush village, what my grandfather just said, what I just thought, is like a dream without roots, floating in the sky above the thrush village, and I can't find a place to stay.

My grandfather also looked back at the thrush village at the bottom of the mountain and sighed, "Year after year, those things are like they happened in a dream." ”

I walked to my father's grave, and the slightly chilly spring breeze blew through my father's grave, and the weeds on the mountain swayed. A rat hole the size of a bowl in front of the grave is clearly visible, which was left by a bamboo slipper. I vaguely felt that if I lay down, I could see my grandfather sleeping in the grave through that hole. Grandpa is naturally asleep, and the past events that my grandfather said just now are a dream that my grandfather had. In our father's dream, just like millet in Xiangyan Mountain, we are all dreams within dreams, all of them are bodies outside the body, alternating between illusion and reality, and we don't know where it is true and where it is false.

I set off firecrackers, kowtowed, and said New Year's greetings, and I was about to leave, but my mother prayed in front of my grandfather's grave, asking my grandfather to bless his great-grandson with peace and security outside, and earn more money. Grandpa said, "If you don't say this, he will bless you." ”

Then we went to my grandmother's grave, and then to Shang Ruoran's grave.

Shang Ruoran's grave is not with his grandfather's. Who didn't let the two of them be buried together, there is no way to know, it seems that everyone has not discussed it, and naturally buried Shang Ruoran, who died later, in another place.

After the visit, we went back to my uncle's new building to rest.

At lunchtime, an old woman came to her uncle's house with a little granddaughter. I didn't know the old man and the little girl. I heard my mother say that it was some relative from my aunt's side, but they were not very close, and they also came to another family in Thrush Village today as a guest, so I came here to say hello after dinner.

The old woman looked about the same age as her grandfather. The little girl looked like she was four or five years old, very smart and lively, very bold, not afraid of people, and entered the house as if she were in her own house, snatching food from the fruit bowl, and daring to beat children much older than her.

When the mother saw that the little girl had a lively temperament, she said to the old woman, "Is this your granddaughter?" She's so bold, aren't you afraid of big kids beating her? ”

The old woman put her arms around the little girl, but the little girl immediately kicked her hands and kicked her and broke free from the old woman's arms.

I was sitting next to me, and she didn't seem to notice me at first, but when she broke free from her grandmother's embrace, she looked at me with an indescribable strange look. She ran to the fruit bowl to grab something, and looked back at me from time to time.

The old woman smiled: "She is indeed not afraid of people, she is not afraid of heaven and earth." But there is only one thing to fear. ”

Mom asked, "What are you afraid of?" ”

I'm guessing she's scared of cats and dogs or something.

"She's afraid of Buddha statues." The old woman said.

"Afraid of Buddha statues?" Mom wondered.

"yes. Weird, you say? I think it's weird, too. How could such a young child be afraid of Buddha statues? Isn't it that she was a monk in her previous life? Or is it a demon king who is against the Buddha? The old woman said.

Mom said, "How can there be such a thing! ”

The old woman said, "Really." She is particularly sensitive to the Buddha. One time we were staying at someone else's house, and I took her to sleep, and when it was time to go to bed at night, she just wouldn't sleep. She said that there was a bodhisattva in the wall next to the bed. I thought that someone had painted a bodhisattva image on the wall and didn't wipe it clean, so I went to the wall and looked at it, but I couldn't see anything. She had to say yes, inside the wall. Well, if you can't do it, I'll say, then you can worship the Bodhisattva and sleep. She bowed down to the wall a few times, and then went to sleep. ”

"Maybe it's a child's hallucination, right?" Mom said.

"Nope. The next day I made an excuse to go to the house next door and saw that there was a room in that house that enshrined a Buddhist shrine, and the location of the Buddhist shrine was just a wall away from the room where we slept. We hadn't been to that house before. ”

"How can such a thing happen?" Mom was surprised.

I was surprised when I listened to it.

At this moment, a ten-year-old child shouted at the little girl, "You have enough in your pocket!" Why are you still scratching on the plate! Don't let us eat it! ”

The little girl was not afraid at all, and actually smashed the candy in her hand into the face of the big child. The older kid hurriedly raised his hand to cover it. The little girl took the opportunity to rush forward and hit the older child, and at the same time pushed the older child to the ground with both hands.

The big child's head hit the ground with a crisp "thump". It may have hurt too much, and the older child immediately burst into tears.

Instead of being frightened, the little girl looked at the older child angrily, as if it wasn't enough to relieve her anger.

Seeing this, the mother hurriedly put down the teacup in her hand and went to help the eldest child up.

When the old woman saw that her little granddaughter was in trouble, she stopped sitting down, and hurriedly stepped forward to take the little girl's hand and wanted to take her away.

When my mother saw that the old woman was leaving, she hurriedly said to me, "You go and see her off." ”

So I sent the old woman and the little girl out.

When the little girl saw me approaching, she hurried into the old woman's arms.

The old woman was surprised: "Huh? She is not afraid of heaven and earth, why does she seem to be a little afraid of you? ”

"He scolded me!" The little girl complained to the old woman.

I laughed, "I didn't scold you." ”

"He scolded me to get out!" The little girl said again, her mouth pursed.

The old woman smiled and said, "You see that you are doing a strange thing, right?" Where did Uncle scold you? Then the old woman turned to me and said apologetically, "Don't mind. ”

I was shocked. When the old woman said that her granddaughter was either a monk or a demon king in her last life, I thought of Xiaomi. Millet was first a demon king, and then a monk. Just now this little girl said that I scolded her for no reason, and I immediately remembered the scene when Xiaomi came to me when I was a child, but was scolded by my grandfather to "get out".

Could it be that the little girl in front of her is the reincarnation of Xiaomi? Although she doesn't remember her past life, her fear and awe of the Buddha haven't changed. Do you still have an impression of the memory of your father yelling at her to "get out"?

The old woman chattered again: "I have seen your grandfather before, and your eyebrows and nose really look like your grandfather." ”

It's okay not to listen to this, but when I heard this, I was even more shocked. If this little girl is really the reincarnation of Xiaomi, could it be that when I saw the shadow of my grandfather on my body, I remembered that my father once told her to "get out"?

The shock was followed by fear.

I'm afraid that if this little girl is really the reincarnation of Xiaomi, I'm afraid that she will remember her grandfather because she sees it, and thus remember her past life. If she remembers everything she has forgotten, she doesn't know if it's a surprise or a disaster for her, or if it's a surprise or a disaster for the people around her.

The so-called easy to change the nature of the country is difficult to change, although Xiaomi's spirit later became a monk and his temperament changed greatly, but who can guarantee that it is a permanent change? If she remembered those things, it might be the beginning of a new pain for her, and maybe she would go to the reincarnation of Grandpa and Xiaomi, or even destroy them, in order to satisfy her greed and hatred.

I decided to avoid this little girl.

But before leaving, I asked the old woman a question.

I asked, "What is your granddaughter's name?" ”

The old woman smiled kindly and said, "You can call her Millet." ”

My chest was thumped, as if someone had suddenly struck a gong in my ears. The heavens and the earth also swirled, and I could barely stand.

I almost collapsed and said to the old woman, "If you go slowly, I won't send it." "Immediately after saying that, I walked back, afraid to look at the little girl more, and afraid that she would look at me more.

After returning home, I rested for a while before I could barely feel like I was able to walk steadily. I asked my mother if she knew the name of the little girl. Mom said she didn't know. I went to ask my grandfather and uncle again, but they didn't know. I asked my aunt again, and she said that they didn't usually move around each other, and they didn't know.

I breathed a sigh of relief and secretly prayed that they would never know......

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A few words from the author (so that fans on various platforms can see it, so I put it here): That's all for this story, maybe I'll write a little bit later, but I may not write it. Because I don't know if there's anything else I need to add for the time being. As for what to write in the next part, I'm thinking, you can also give more comments, you can leave a message on my WeChat (WeChat ID is tongliang142). I don't want to start in a hurry, and I might have to think about it for a while in the early stages. Therefore, if the new article is to be written, it will not be too soon to meet with you. I hope you will remember me during this time.

Thank you all for accompanying me here, this is the first time I have been updated with 3,000 words a day in a row, and I have persisted for almost a year, to be honest, I still feel quite tired, but more gratitude, thank you for not giving up. I really don't want to give you up, but it's time to say goodbye. I also hope that my new article will come out soon, and I will meet you sooner, and I hope that you will still support me at that time. Thank you again!! Happy Chinese New Year to all of you in advance! All the best in the new year, all wishes come true!!