This scene came before my eyes, and in the memory, I also stood still. I looked at the child and the man from afar, and I don't know how long it had been buried, and I was about to forget it, but when I saw the carving knife, it jumped out of my mind again.

Human memory is always magical, theoretically speaking, the brain capacity of the brain is almost unlimited, a person's life, seeing, hearing, experiencing, every minute and every second of what happens, can be remembered in the human mind, but some deep memories want to be released, need a key, this carving knife, is the key to that memory.

I was a little surprised in my heart, the carving knife belonged to my father, and I will never forget it, but what I didn't understand was why my father's carving knife was in this mysterious coffin. Looking back, the events that happened when I was a child flashed through my mind one by one, some clear, some blurred, and some even blank.

The child was me, and I took the little wooden man from my father's hands. This season, the sun is shining in the hometown of G City, and what my father said is really good, when the wooden man has eyes, it comes to life. The little wooden figure in my hand originally had only one outline, and although the corners of its mouth were raised, I couldn't see any expression in it.

My father gave the little wooden man eyes, and all of a sudden, I could see the little wooden man's expression, and he was smiling, just like the smile on my face. As my father said, this is another me, and even though the little wooden figure can't move, I am still very happy with its lifelike silhouette and realistic expression.

I've never seen a puppet figurine so realistic, and this was my father's first and only time he had ever carved a puppet figurine. My father was a carpenter, and I had never seen him carve a figurine, and I had never seen him since.

I finally knew what my father had made the knife for: to carve another me.

His father was a carpenter and a very good person, and the neighbors called him a master, Master Li. Our old house was full of the smell of sawdust, and the wind often poured into the house, and when the wind was strong, the sawdust was raised all over the ground, and my father said it was dirty, but I always thought it was beautiful.

Every morning, while I was still sleeping, my father began to work. I was woken up by a sparse voice, and when I came out to look, my father's dirty clothes and head were covered with sawdust, and my father was never tired and very particular about me. After the work, if I didn't wash it, he would never come and hug me.

In that place, my father was famous, not only because of his kindness, but also because of his skills as a carpenter. Whether it is the installation of doors and bolts, or the carving of wooden windows, people in that place will come to my father, so my father is rarely idle.

After that time, the carving knife that I had only used once was placed in a beautiful wooden box by my father, and the puppet that my father gave me was also hidden by me. I remember my father taking me out once, I forgot where I went, the memory was very vague, full of desolation and ruins, and when I came back, I couldn't find my puppet.

At that time, I had slowly begun to be sensible, and when I was a teenager, although I was reluctant to hold the puppet, I always felt embarrassed to hold a puppet all day long. So I didn't ask in detail, I didn't even look for it again, and now that I think about it, the little puppet is definitely still lying in a corner of my hometown.

Nearly twenty years have passed, and I don't know if the puppet has become damp, if the wood has rotted.

After that long trip, my father reduced his workload, and he no longer took on as many jobs as before, but despite this, such an economic income was enough to support a family of three, and even more than enough. After my father continued his long hair, he never cut it short, and his forehead was always hidden by strands of hair.

After that, my father often went out of the house, and he went for ten days and half a month. In my memory, when I was approaching adulthood, my father took me out on a long trip again, but that memory was just as vague, and I only vaguely remembered that the memory was full of darkness and dampness, and in the darkness, I saw a smiling face.

I have long forgotten the real face of that face.

After many years, I saw that carving knife again when I was about to go to the police academy in City B alone. My father took out the delicate little box, and the carving knife was still quietly placed in the box, and that time, my father and I had a candlelight night talk, and it was dawn when we talked.

After my father asked me to go to the police academy, I must become a criminal policeman who fights for justice. My father stared out the window for a long time, with some emotion, while I stared at the carving knife in the box. After all these years, instead of rusting, the carving knife is still very sharp.

I picked up the carving knife and flicked my hand on it, and without paying attention, my fingertips were cut. I was amazed that a knife that I hadn't used for a long time could never be so sharp. My father didn't care too much when he saw me bleeding, he patted me on the shoulder and told me to remember what he had said.

My father said that the eyes are the second heart of a person, and he told anyone to see through the eyes of the other party and see through the other person's heart. My father told me that anyone's path is not smooth, and he was like that, and I would definitely be like that. My father also told me that not only the eyes are the second heart of a person, but the heart is also the second pair of eyes.

He told me to look at people, to start from the heart, and never to look at the surface with my eyes.

My father's admonition has always echoed in my ears, and I still vividly remember what my father said to me. At dawn that day, my father sighed all the time, and he said something touching to me.

\ On the platform of the train station. My mother didn't go, and my father took me to the train station in City B alone. My father didn't say much to me, but after I got on the train, he stood there for a long time, and he didn't turn around until the train was moving slowly.

The last look he gave me was a back.

Later, my father died, and it was winter, and my mother cremated my father before I came back from the police academy, and when I returned, I only saw my father's urn. For the first time, I got angry with my mother, and I asked her why she was in such a hurry to cremate my father.

My mother said that my father died of illness, and neighbors also said that my father had gone crazy before he died. My mother cried so much, and it was the first time in my life that I cried so much.

After my father's burial, I was decadent for a long time, and I did not go back to the police academy, but sat in my father's room all day long, and went to my father's carpentry room to stay. When I remembered my father's carving knife, I couldn't find it, and in the drawer, only the box containing the wooden knife was left.

Later, my mother told me that the knife had been cremated along with my father.

However, when the memory returned to this bleak group of graves, the carving knife was clearly in my hand. The carving knife is not sharp, but the crook in the handle, I cannot forget, was made by the left-handed father for his own hand habits.

My eyes were bitter, and I didn't know if I was crying, because my face was covered with rain, and my first reaction was: my mother lied to me, and what my father said back then had no deep meaning.

My dearest people also have something to hide from me.

A sentence said by Qiu Xinghua, Li Liren, and Xiao Jiang suddenly came to my mind: One day, I will feel the most desperate pain in the world.

The words with rhetorical questions and mockery that the strange man in red said a few hours ago also came to my mind: Li Ke, is it true that everything has nothing to do with you?