"Second Master, is it really you?" Lu Ziming threw himself on the lap of the old man sitting in the middle, knelt down a few steps, and couldn't stop his tears from flowing down.

The old man slowly raised his withered arm, touched the top of Lu Ziming's head tremblingly, and muttered in his mouth: "Xiaozhi is back, finally waiting for you to come back......."

At this moment, the world was quiet, leaving only the old man's deep sigh and difficult gasp, "It's all gone, only you are back...... , life, ......!"

"Second Master, it's me, I'm back!" Lu Ziming had tears in his eyes, and scenes of childhood flashed in front of him.

A boy grabs a wooden sword and surrounds the ancient cypress in the ancestral hall, chasing a group of children to play the role of hunting and killing. A toddler cried and wrapped his nose around an old man, and the difficult maid recounted the tragic situation of being bullied, complained bitterly about being cut by other children, and raised her withered arms to find shelter for the old man.

The old man held the child in his arms, wiped the tears and thick snot from the child's face, and took out a yellowed book in his hand, telling the child a bizarre ghost story. At first, the young child hid in the old man's arms in fear, and in the end, the old man told the story from the book, and the young child curiously pulled the old man's beard, and could tear off a few gray beards each time.

The young child grows up day by day, and every time he is bullied, he always finds the old man to tell the grievances in his heart, but the old man always has an eternal smile, and tells the story in the book again and again in the young child's ear, as if nothing can affect the old man.

When the young children grow up, they will know what the old man is talking about, but the young children regard these stories as myths and legends, and the teacher tells the young children that they are all feudal cruelty, and there are no demons and monsters in the world at all.

In the memories of young children, the old man rarely leaves the ancestral hall, and after the girl in the mountain village reaches the age of 12, she can no longer enter the ancestral hall to play, only the young child always comes back from school to see this kind old man in the ancestral hall.

Time is like a big wave sweeping sand, too many things are smoothed out by time, and too many things are wrapped in the big waves and cannot be forgotten, perhaps because the parents of young children have been absent for a long time, and young children have already regarded the ancestral hall as another spiritual harbor in their hearts.

The myths and stories in the mouths of the old people have never happened, even in the vast mountains, there is no need to see demons and monsters, but young children are still willing to listen to the old man's chatter.

"Just come back!" the old man seemed to be asleep, his body was motionless, and every once in a long time, something suddenly appeared that he did not understand.

"Second master, come with me, I found a safe place where there is food ....... ”

The old man didn't react at all, if he hadn't seen the thin chest still lying together, he would have even thought that the old man had gone.

"It's good to be ...... back!"

Lu Ziming didn't dare to alarm the old man in the fake sleep, the old man's calloused palms stayed on his forehead, no longer moving a minute, as if he was still and stiffened.

"Second master......!"

"It's good to be ...... back!"

"Second master, I have water here!"

The old man shook his head with difficulty, looked down at Lu Ziming lying on his legs with a pair of eyes slightly closed, and slowly raised his arm and put it on the incense table next to him, I don't know what the old man pressed, a gap cracked on the sacrificial incense case, "Take it!"

Lu Ziming followed the direction of the old man's finger and saw something like a scroll in the crack, reached out to take it, and found that it seemed to be a parchment roll, and the color on it had turned yellow and black, as if it could be crushed with a single effort.

"Hold...... and put it away...... This is a family heirloom, so you must keep it!"

Each family has its own genealogy and some things that have been passed down for a long time, Lu Ziming is naturally not surprised, he is now the only heir of the Lu family, and the old man handed over the family heirloom scroll to himself, and there is no need to let Lu Ziming think about it.

"I'll keep it!"

"Remember! The people are rolling, and the people are still ......! Take this one away ...... too", the old man pointed to a small stone mill on the incense table again, "Take it away, keep it!"

Lu Ziming looked at the small black stone mill on the incense case, in his memory, this small stone mill has been placed on the incense case, before he wanted to touch it, the old man would suddenly be furious, changed his kind face in the past, and scolded himself for being unfilial.

No one knows when this small stone mill was saved, and no one knows what this small stone mill is for, and they have guessed that it must be a relic left by their ancestors, and it is the most valuable thing in the mountain village.

But there have been a lot of Taobao people in the mountain village, and even an unfilial clansman stole the stone mill out to sell, and the result was very cupped, there was no inscription on the stone mill, and there was no use value.

The old man said that the stone mill had been stored in the time of his grandfather's grandfather, and he didn't know how many years it had been passed on, but the cultural relics appraiser said that it was a fake, and the time was no more than three or four years, and he couldn't see any use value, not even grinding beans. What's even stranger is that the stone mill is so light, so light that it is mistaken for some organic plastic forgery.

Lu Ziming didn't think that the material of the stone mill was organic plastic, and it should be a very light stone, because some stones can float on the water, perhaps it is precisely because of this that the ancestors regarded the stone mill as a family heirloom.

"Second master, I'll keep it!"

"Then I'll rest assured", the old man's eyelids moved, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, he raised his hand and pointed to the door, and his throat "grunted", and his face suddenly became rosy.

"Second master, what's wrong with you", Lu Ziming caught a hint of strangeness in his sharp eyes, "You speak...... I'll take you back, there's a doctor there......".

The old man's arm slowly drooped, his eyes suddenly opened and looked into the distance, the focus in his eyes was slowly spreading, "It's good to come back! It's good to come back......

The old man's voice became smaller and smaller, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on Gu Bai in the middle of the courtyard, as if he had something to say.

"Second master......!" I heard that if the dying person still has any unfulfilled wishes, he will breathe a sigh of relief, waiting for someone to fulfill his wish. The reason why the old man has been able to survive until now may be that he is waiting for his people to come back and explain his unfulfilled wishes, and once his wishes are fulfilled, he will pass away satisfied.

"But why does the old man seem to have something to say", Lu Ziming regretted in his heart, why didn't he come back earlier, maybe he came back a day earlier, he could fulfill the old man's wish, there was no maybe, only a low cry echoed in the ancestral hall.