The ugly-faced man's gaze was faint, as if he were looking at the fire, but I could tell that he was watching me secretly. There was a deepest concern in his faint eyes, as if a person was trying his best to suppress the emotions in his heart. The gaze was pitying, caring, and even had a faint trace of love in it. In this life, I have never felt this kind of love, although my grandfather, the old ghost, including the Buddha, took good care of me, but there are some things that cannot be replaced.

At that moment, looking at the ugly-faced man, I suddenly had a very strange and uncontrollable thought in my heart, who is he? He helped me stop the yin and yang sedan chair of the live Luban family, and let me go under the old well in the yellow sand field, and even the life map was probably given by him. The life chart is such a precious thing, who can say that if you give it away, you will give it away?

I had no basis, and when I looked into the eyes of the ugly-faced man, an association suddenly appeared, and I remembered what my grandfather had said more than once. When I was very young, my father was calculated by the rehearsal, and the idea of dying in the river could not be suppressed as soon as it appeared, telepathy between people is a wonderful thing, I thought like this, and looked at the ugly man again, I could feel that he was calm on the surface, but in fact he had set off a monstrous wave in his heart.

"Who are you?" I asked him, his voice trembled slightly, and some of his eyes could only be given by his father, and no one else could replace him. My thoughts may have been a little sudden and a little nonsensical, but I seemed to have already decided in my heart. In Grandpa's narration, Dad died. But I secretly calculated the time, when my grandfather got married and had children, the old ghost had already rushed to Zhenhe, the two of them had a good relationship since childhood, and the old ghost secretly passed the life continuation map to his grandfather long before filling the river. Grandpa is just a son, and if he passes on the life continuation map to me, he won't pass it on to his father?

In the twenty years of my life, I never thought that my grandfather would deceive me about anything, but at this moment, I suddenly realized that my father, Chen Yinglong, has he always been alive?

"In your kung fu, there are a few hands that are not practiced correctly, and it may not be a big problem to practice by yourself, but if you really do it with others, you will suffer sooner or later." The ugly-faced man finally spoke, but he didn't answer my question, his voice hoarse, and he said slowly, "I'll teach you." ”

"Tell me, who are you?"

The more he avoided the topic, the more doubts grew in my heart. I kept asking, but he never said a word of certainty, left and right. I don't know if the night infected my emotions, and my heart became sad and heavy.

"You know, I was raised by my grandfather since I was a child, and I haven't seen my father and mother since I was born." I rubbed my nose and said, "The farming is busy, the water is gone, and the children of other families in the village help their parents with their work, and their parents treat them as if they were their own meat." But what about me, when I opened my eyes, I saw my grandfather, and when I closed my eyes, I saw my grandfather, I hadn't seen my father and mother, and I didn't even know what they looked like. Bitter or not, I don't want to say, grandpa has pulled me for so many years. Seeing other people's children have their parents hurting, I didn't dare to show my head, so I hid behind the crack in the door of my yard to watch, since then, I have always thought, can I see my father and mother again? If I see them, I don't want them to hold them, I don't want them to do anything, I just want to ask one thing, since you gave birth to me, why don't you care about me"

As I spoke, I choked up, burst into tears, and couldn't control it. I didn't dare to say any more, for fear that I would become more and more sad, and I was afraid that Lei Zhenren not far away would hear it. The ugly-faced man bowed his head and was silent, no matter what I said, he refused to look up, but I could clearly see that tears were dripping down his buried face and dripping to the ground.

"Who are you? Tell me about it? Don't torture me," I tugged at his sleeve and shook it vigorously, almost pleadingly.

The ugly-faced man was indifferent, and it was not until I couldn't help myself and let go of my hand and sat down on the ground that he slowly raised his head. His eyes were still red, and he had apparently shed a lot of tears. I think that at this moment, some things no longer need to be explicitly said, they are already obvious. I don't know if his face was burned by accident or on purpose, but he did it because he didn't want others to recognize him. For a person who has died in the eyes of others, standing up alive again will lead to a lot of unnecessary trouble.

If the ugly-faced person is really Chen Yinglong, my father, why didn't grandpa let us recognize each other?

But I still want to hear it, I want to hear it from him.

"Fifty years, a hundred years, in the end, it's just a dream." The ugly-faced man shook his head slightly, there was a little tear left in his eyes, and there seemed to be indelible care and kindness, he stood up, forgot about me at the end, said nothing more, and turned away.

I refused to give up, but I knew that if he refused to speak, there must be a hardship for refusing to speak, and even if I continued to ask, I would not get an answer. I stood still, completely in an indescribable pain and confusion. At this point, I knew that the ugly-faced man was probably my father, but I couldn't recognize him.

The ugly-faced man hid in the distance alone and disappeared. Maitreya and the others were making a lot of noise, pestering Lao Fuba to tell the story of the deep mountains and old forests. I sat dumbfounded for a while, then walked over and pulled Maitreya aside, with a smile on his face, looking at me with open eyes, asking if I had anything to say.

At this point, what is there to hide? I want to ask all the things I didn't ask clearly.

"Can you tell me, who the hell are you?"

"I'm a second-tier dealer who collects parallel goods." Maitreya smiled, and wanted to hook his shoulders as hot as before, but I was not in the mood at all, and pushed his hand away. Maitreya saw the seriousness in my expression and immediately restrained her smile.

"Until now, you're going to hide it from me." I just feel that my heart is going to die, I know that Maitreya is a good brother, a good brother who can be born and die together, but his identity is always a mystery, I can't help it, if I don't understand these things again, I think I may go crazy.

"There are some things, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that I can't, and I don't dare." Maitreya said: "This time, the things you have to face are far more complicated than you think, and many people look at the storm, but they are just a chess piece. Each chess piece has its own use, and it cannot be moved or exposed at will. Shuiwa, I treat you as a brother, I can't say anything, but you can't believe it, you can take out my heart and see if it's red or black. ”

"Can't you really say? Since they are brothers, what can't be said! I'm not a three-year-old! I know what I can and can't do! Messing around with someone you don't know from every day, whether he has good intentions or bad intentions, can you feel at ease! ”

Maitreya was speechless when he asked, and finally puffed up his breath and said: "Water baby, other things, you blame me and blame me, I admit it, I can only tell you so much, you wait." ”

As he spoke, Maitreya turned around and stood up, ran to Lao Fuba, and snatched the half-drunk wine bottle from Lao Fuba's hand.

"! ! I am glad to drink, and this is it! Lao Baba wanted to get up and chase after Maitreya, but Lei Zhenren dragged him back.

Maitreya took half a bottle of wine, dragged me along for a while, and raised his head to drink all the wine in the bottle. After a while, the wine attacked, Maitreya's round face was flushed, he took a breath, took off a few clothes on his body, turned to me, and said, "Although many words can't be said so clearly, but after reading this, you can at least feel at ease!" ”

At that moment, I froze. Maitreya drank the wine, and a blood-red picture faintly appeared on his spine, that kind of picture is not unfamiliar to me, the life-continuation diagram in the seven gates of the river! I didn't expect that Maitreya actually had a life-continuation diagram on his body, he was right, no matter what his identity was, since he had a life-continuation diagram on his body, it must be the descendant of the Seven Sects, and he was his own person. I was disgusted with suppressing something halfway through, which made people feel very awkward, and I couldn't help but want to get angry, but when I looked at the large and small scars on Maitreya's body, the anger in my heart was extinguished at once. He didn't go on adventures with me once or twice, and every time he puffed up his strength to walk in the forefront, wanting me to be safer, just by virtue of this, what right do I have to be angry with him?

"Maitreya, you have a hard time, I don't blame you." I thought about it for a long time, and I didn't ask about other things for the time being, but I still have to ask about the identity of the ugly-faced person: "I only ask you one thing, the ugly-faced person, who is he?" ”

"This" Maitreya immediately hesitated, this hesitation, let me feel that he must know the identity of the ugly-faced man, think about it carefully, at the beginning in the Yellow Sand Field, the old well of the Hu family for many years Strange things have been frequent, but no one has ever cared, that is, a few days after Maitreya and I discovered the secret of the old well, the ugly-faced man rushed to the Yellow Sand Field and killed the camellia under the old well. This time there was a big disturbance at the Lu family's wedding banquet, and Maitreya came first, followed by the ugly-faced man.

"This matter is too important to me, count me begging you!" I grabbed Maitreya's arm and begged, "Tell me, will you tell me to do it?" I haven't had a father and mother since I was a child, so you should pity me, okay! ”

Maitreya was very uncomfortable, with a guilty face, and after being silent for a long time, he looked up at me, gritted his teeth suddenly, and said: "Shuiwa, once I say what I know, it may ruin the hard work of the ancestors of the Seven Sects for many years!" Today I will show you the bottom, you will listen to it, don't go to confront someone, and don't ask again, rotten in your stomach! ”

"I promise you!" I could see that Maitreya had summoned all the courage to tell me this.

"He" Maitreya was heartbroken, and said: "His name is Chen Yinglong." ”