"Zombie ......" I was so frightened that my body unconsciously fell backwards and almost fell.

The fat man grabbed me and asked, "Uncle, have you drunk too much?" ”

"No, no, no, you watch TV, ......"

As my words fell, the fat man's confused eyes slowly focused on the TV screen, and the others gathered together.

It was live, and the TV screen we saw was the camera, and the cameraman was obviously frightened by the sudden surprise, and the camera began to sway violently, but it was clear that he was still trying to stabilize the camera.

My heart tugged at once, I had seen this kind of image countless times, deeply imprinted in my mind, could it be that the nightmares of the past few decades would happen around me again, I dare not continue to think nonsense.

Suddenly, my eyes went black, and I felt my body fall backwards, and then I fell unconscious......

I felt that my body was light and fluttering, as if a random wind could anywhere, I knew that my eyes were closed, but I could see some pictures, and these pictures I am sure are not real, or these pictures were produced not in the present, but in decades ago, am I crossing over?

It's impossible, I'm suing myself like this, but it's too real, so real that I don't even let go of a little detail, it's even clearer than the current 4K picture, could it be that God is reminding me to tell the unfinished story again, "he" loves to listen to it?

Well, I believe in a sentence, people can't fight, I compromised. The sixth memory began......

Things have to start when I read this letter, this letter made me unable to calm down for a long time, my heart was mixed, I suddenly remembered that I seemed to have seen a man in a dream, and now I think about it is really like Dr. Tang. I unexpectedly gained my background, and opened a long-standing knot in my heart, not to mention how happy I was, and immediately asked Daima to join me to pay homage to my relatives.

He was surprised that I would be the same little boy back then, but then again, cause and effect are natural. God has arranged it in the dark. Junko set off alone for Mizusawa Village. Daima and I also embarked on a journey to find our relatives.

After going through so many things, in fact, for me, it should be commonplace at this time, but the closer I get to that place. The more nervous I became. I don't remember who they were. What it looks like. Since Jiang Wu is my uncle, then my father should look similar.

Dai Ma sued me since I left Jiangjia Village. I have been running around for so many years and not coming back much, so I am a little ashamed of my biological parents, but he will never forget the way to the grave, because it has a special meaning.

It was a small hillside located in the back of Jiangjia Village, the hillside was overgrown with weeds, and there were almost no traces of graves.

After 20 years of changes, Jiangjia Village is not human, we walked around the periphery of the village, the broken temple has long been demolished, only the country roads in the village still maintain a strong local atmosphere, it seems that this place is still isolated from the world.

Returning to my hometown, I don't feel that there is anything worth nostalgic, but it makes me feel disgusted, maybe the villagers who listened to Jiang Shoushou's slander back then still don't know the whole thing, and in my heart, I can't forgive them for the time being.

Before entering the village, we had already purchased some incense, candles and other sacrificial materials from the supply and marketing cooperative, and hurried up the mountain. With excitement and emotion, I approached my parents' graves step by step.

When we arrived at our destination, we cleaned up the weeds around the grave, and the wooden board engraved with the words "Mr. and Mrs. Meier" left by Dai Ma was long gone, and only the tombstone of Hong Dewen, that is, my grandfather, was still alive, but the handwriting had lost its color under the wind and rain.

I dipped a brush in red paint and drew one stroke at a time, and at the end I knelt on my knees and kowtowed a few times, as did Dai Ma.

Dai Ma told the events of the year word by word, and he also knew that he did not come forward in the end in order to avenge his personal revenge. I don't blame him, and I don't have hatred, even if he rushed forward single-handedly back then, it is very likely that not only could he not take revenge, but he would have been calculated a long time ago.

I feel that I am much more mature now, and I think more like an adult, and I silently prayed for my adoptive parents and some friends at the graves of my biological parents and grandfather, praying that they would be safe and secure and not get involved in any more intrigues.

"Dad, Mom, Grandpa, it's been 20 years, my step-grandfather can finally come back to see you, I'm fine, I was adopted by a pair of well-wishers, my current name is Xiong Layue, are you okay down there, I can't be filial piety before I die, if I need anything after death, I can give me a dream, I really hope to see you again, Dad, Mom, Grandpa...... I can come back, it's all my uncle who told me, it turns out that my uncle is also alive, but I don't know if he has come to see you, and I don't know what he is doing now, one day we will come back together, and then we will be reunited as a family, and the people who hurt you are all dead, you can rest in peace......" I cried as I spoke, and Daima sighed uncontrollably.

He comforted me a few words, helped me up, and said to the tombstone: "Don't worry, I promise that I will take a good look at my step-ancestor, and even if something happens to me, I will definitely take a good look at him." We will stay here for a few more days until the gravestone is restored......"

We stayed until sunset and then returned to Jiangjia Village.

Daima took me to see my family's old house, which is now inhabited by a family of three, and they were not surprised by our arrival.

After the liberation, through the implementation of so-called policies such as land reform and criticism of landlords, the village registered all the houses, except for some who already had homes, all the vacant houses were owned by the collective, and then distributed according to the household registration, so my house was also allocated.

In fact, the whole country has the same policy, and I understand the practice in the village very well, but the place where I was born has been occupied by the dove, and I am still a little sad. At our repeated requests, the host reluctantly let us "visit" inside and out. According to Daima's recollections, the interior of the house was almost no longer the way it used to be, only the walls were peeling off badly, and the outside of the house was simply changed, and the original doorway had become a road.

Seeing that there was nothing else to be nostalgic for, and the sky was getting dark, we thanked the host and then went to the hotel. Before leaving, the host mysteriously informed us that there was no inn like the county town in the village, and if we wanted to stay, we could go to the commune, and maybe we could get a certificate of a guest house, but we should be careful on the way. (To be continued......)