My name is Mu Wu.

Let's start with myself.

The surname "Mu" is not common, but in the small town of my hometown, it is the same surname as Zhao Qiansun Li. This shows that this surname was or is still very influential in this place.

I didn't catch up with the time when this surname was covered with one hand in this place, and when I began to have the ability to think independently, I could only wonder why my name was so awkward.

I asked a lot of people at the beginning, and I thought it was a boring kid who couldn't find anything to say. Later, my grandmother couldn't resist my soft grinding and hard bubbles and told me. If I add another name in front of my name, "Mu Wen", then Mu Wu will seem more natural.

So I had a twin brother who I had never met.

I heard from the old people in the village that my birth is quite legendary. There was a great drought in that part of us that year, and not a drop of rain fell for most of the year. It wasn't until my "legendary" brother and I were born that it started to rain. And in half a month, the river at the head of the village, which had been dry for half a year, flooded, and almost flooded the originally useless embankment.

On the day I was born, it was sunny for two months, and suddenly it became cloudy. My grandmother was a very experienced midwife, so my mother was not sent to the hospital. When my mother started crying in pain, it began to rain in the sky.

After trying hard for several hours, I didn't give birth. Looking at her mother's belly lying together, grandma became uneasy. Ancestors, those two are really enemies, they fought in the mother's belly, and they came out regardless of it. Some superstitious grandmothers lit three sticks of incense on the offering table on the north side of the main house, knelt on the ground and worshiped again and again. When she got up again, her grandmother's eyes became sharp. She walked up to her mother and patted her mother's stomach, and there were words in her mouth, which should be similar to the words on the stage such as "Evil obstacles, don't come out soon".

Don't say it really works, a bolt of lightning flashes through the window, the kind of thunder and lightning that come together. My grandmother collapsed to the ground in fright, and my brother and I came out honestly.

I heard my grandmother say these things, and when I told them, it was like a play. The old man of the village told me that on the day I was born, the beasts in the village were furious for most of the day, howling and screaming there. Later, when I was born, I didn't scream anymore. When I was a child, I thought it was novel, and I felt that I shouldn't be an ordinary person. But as I grew up, I didn't have anything out of the ordinary. Later, I gave up that naïve idea.

As for where my brother went, the story is even more legendary. When I asked my grandmother, she told me that I also have a twin brother named Mou Wen, and I won't say anything more about the others.

Didn't I say earlier that it started to rain on the day my brother and I were born, and it continued to rain for half a month, and it flooded. Half a month later, when the rain stopped, my superstitious grandmother wanted to take my brothers to the ancestral hall in the village to make a vow. At that time, it was already a new society, and reform and opening up had been implemented for several years. Therefore, the superstitious set has long been in vogue from time to time, saying that it is the ancestral hall in the village, but in fact, it is a separate enclosed landlord's wing, which contains the tablet of the ancestor surnamed Mu in our small coastal city.

There are many superstitious old people in the village, and they spontaneously decorate the wing room very mysteriously. When I was a child, I felt cautious every time I went in, so I wasn't forced not to go into that kind of place. That's all for later.

Or on the day of the vow, my brother and I were put in a basket and wrapped tightly. In order to distinguish the size, a rope was tied to my feet, and there was no more on Mu Wen's feet. Grandma put us aside and burned incense and kowtowed there. When the work is done, look inside the basket again, and I'll be left alone.

Then the whole village was turned upside down. In the end, my hapless brother was not found. There is no way but to do it.

When I was a child, I often had a dream that I was standing across from me. Holding a knife, he slashed at me. It felt like standing in front of a mirror and swinging a knife at yourself. I can see myself, but my feelings are not in the person I see. Before the knife hit me, I was awakened. I didn't dare tell anyone that I had such a dream, until one day I was playing on the roof of the wing house and accidentally rolled down the steps and hit my head on a steel bar. The rebar poked through my temple, but fortunately it didn't go too deep. People are fine, but they shed a lot of blood.

I still have some memories of that incident, but the scenes in my memory are all blood-red. Since that time, I haven't had the dream of cutting myself off.

Later, I grew up, and like the average big child around, there was nothing special. It feels like a pity for the strange scene when I was born. went to high school, with mediocre grades, and was admitted to a third-rate university with extraordinary performance in the college entrance examination, studying logistics.

Before the sophomore year began, the school came to help with the drafting. As soon as his brain was hot, he went to the conscription, put on a military uniform and became a recruit egg. In his second year as a soldier, he became a veteran and had an accident while participating in a military exercise.

The place where I joined the army belonged to the army, but it also had coastal defense missions, and in the summer I conducted joint landing exercises with my brother troops. I don't know if there is a chance to recover the island of Taiwan, but exercises are indispensable. The bullets used in the exercise were all empty cartridges, with some gunpowder in them but no warheads. It turned out that there was a 95 rifle magazine that was taken incorrectly, and it was live ammunition inside. Unfortunately, the rifle that was assigned to the magazine was aimed at me.

It was as if I saw a bullet come out of the hole of the gun, and watched as the bullet slowly approached my chest and went in. For a moment I thought it was time for the smoke canister to smoke. Then I felt pain, I had trouble breathing, and then I didn't know anything.

The accident was made worse by my injuries, the exercise was stopped in the middle of the exercise, and I was in the hospital for two months. Because it was fired at close range, the bullet penetrated the lobe of my lung, causing a pneumothorax. The army paid me 50,000 yuan, and I didn't want to be a soldier anymore, so I recovered ahead of schedule.

I went back to school and continued to study, and after another three years, I graduated from school, and I started working in a courier company after failing to pass the graduate school entrance examination. When I first went to school, I thought that logistics was a good new major, but after reading it, I realized that it was nothing. I can only go to the courier. At first, I was still sorting out the list in the office, but then the leader said that it was a bad practice for me to sit in the office, so he asked me to pick up and drop off the courier, but in the end I still did not escape this tragic fate.

Later, I found a girlfriend, I met on the Internet, and I worked in the same city. The two of them supported each other, and although their lives were hard, they were okay. I thought that I might be living like this here for the rest of my life, until I met Zhang Lele again that day.

I work and study in the same city. I was very reluctant to deliver the courier at the school. First, I was afraid of touching the scene, and second, I was afraid of being embarrassed to meet the teacher's acquaintances. That day, Xiao Wang, who was sent to school, asked for sick leave, and I sent him for a day, and I ran into Zhang Lele who came to pick up the courier.

Speaking of Zhang Lele, we have to start with an essay competition in my sophomore year. On weekdays, I like to write a bit of messy things, and there are a few people who think it's good. Later, I participated in that essay contest. Originally, there was only one first prize, but it was later made into a double yolk egg. One is me, and the other is Zhang Lele. According to Zhang Lele, who studied liberal arts, it is natural for the top students of the College of Culture and Communication to win the award, and it is a little difficult for me to win the first prize as a turtle who studies logistics.

I was upset when I heard a lot of rumors, so I didn't go to accept the award. It was Zhang Lele who gave me the prize and certificate. When I heard her say that her name was Zhang Lele, I muttered in my heart, such an excellent girl should be so beautiful, even God will be jealous.

She said that she had read the articles I had written and that they had written better than her. The first prize was actually inserted by her. And then we got to know each other like this, and it can be regarded as a gentleman's friend, and we often discuss words, that's all.

I could see that she wanted to ask me how to deliver the courier that day, but the words were changed to "Are you okay?" and I was quite embarrassed, so I said it was okay. She took the courier and didn't leave, just stood and looked at me. I was at a loss and didn't know what to say.

Do you still write novels?" she said.

I said I wouldn't write it for a long time, and I was busy every day.

There was a second of loss on her face. Then she said that she had been sent to graduate school and would stay in school after she finished her studies.

These are all taken for granted, just like she won the first prize in the essay competition. I could only laugh dryly. It's good, it's promising.

What you write should be published, it's a pity to put it there.

I said I don't have any money, just put it there, it doesn't matter.

When it was her turn to have nothing to say, I hurriedly excused myself to deliver the courier and left.

But this meeting reminded me of my school days. Although I didn't study liberal arts, I was good at writing an essay or something. I have also submitted manuscripts a few times, participated in such and such essay competitions, and won several awards. Most of what I write is on my blog, but there are a few more "hardcore" readers.

Lu Jia is one of them. Oh, I forgot to mention that Lu Jia is my girlfriend. Speaking of which, if you have a little literary style, you can still deceive girls.

When I returned to the rented house in the evening, I said to Lu Jia that I wanted to write again.

You write.

I said I wanted to write a novel.

Write, as long as you don't delay going to work. This time, Lu Jia added another sentence.

I said would you watch it?

She said, "Nonsense, who else is rare to read when you write those things, and if you write them, you have to let me check them first." By the way, what do you want to write?

Haven't figured it out yet.

Actually, I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I want to write about my twin brother Mou Wen, whom I have never met. Of course, I don't know if the same content I heard from my grandmother and the village elders is credible. Because my parents never mentioned to me that I had a twin brother.

For this reason, I also went back to my hometown to check the family tree. In the family tree, my brother's name and I are included in the branch of my family. There is a row of small notes under the names of the vertical rows, I don't remember the specific content, and it is written quite literally. To the effect that my brother Mou Wen and I are twin brothers, when I was born half a month ago, my brother Mu Wen disappeared.

Looking up, the first page of the family tree is that my ancestor is called Mu Jingzu. At the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, he moved from Hubei to Yantai, Shandong. I know a little bit about this, but the second page is torn off. When I asked the custodian of the genealogy why the second page had been torn off, he couldn't understand it, as if it had been torn out when he started keeping the genealogy.

When I look at the third page, I am already the third generation of ancestors. Then the second page should record Mu Jingzu's child. Why was it torn off? Intentionally or unintentionally?

The old man who kept the genealogy told me that there were a few other families that also had the oldest version of the genealogy, so let me check it out. I also visited them, and the results were all the same, the second page was torn out. An old man was relieved to see that I was so interested in genealogy at a young age, saying that young people have not forgotten that there are not many people at all.

He talked to me for a while, saying that Mu Jingzu went to Yantai to be an official during the Hongwu period, and later came to Yongle to commit an accident against his son, and it was almost a matter of beheading. When I asked him what it was, he couldn't tell him clearly. I was encouraged to say go to the library and maybe find something.

Since my curiosity has been piqued, I'll go to the library. The university library is more comprehensive than the city library, and you still go directly to the university. After graduating for a year or two, the library card used to go to school was not good, and the security guard did not let me in. I had to find Zhang Lele, and I always kept her contact information on my phone.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Lele rushed to the library not long and brought me in. On the way, I told her the purpose of my visit, and the two of them began to look for it on the bookshelf of literature and history.

There are many historical materials in the early Ming Dynasty, and they are also very miscellaneous, but they are not very useful. I didn't have a clue for an afternoon, and just as I was about to give up, a little girl came over from the desk and put a book back on the shelf. I took a look at a book called Emperor Hui Suspicion. One afternoon also let me know that Emperor Hui is a tragic figure sandwiched between Hongwu and Yongle. The Battle of Jingjing made him give up Nanjing, and no one knows where he ended up.

Take it out and take a look, it's the idea of a dead horse being a live horse doctor. It turned out that there was a name in it that made me excited. I asked Zhang Lele to help me borrow the book.

She asked me what was going on, and all I could tell me was that I might have found my brother.

When the library closed in the afternoon, I walked out of the library with Zhang Lele. Probably because I had found some clues, I was more happy and looked back at the library that I used to be familiar with. Just as I was looking back, a car came running towards me.

By the time I could react, I could see the Ford Mondeo approaching me like a slow-motion replay until it hit me. The area where I was hit was in a sharp pain, and then it disappeared immediately, and I flew out with it. It didn't take long for me to come to my senses and watch Zhang Lele run over like crazy and run past me.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I looked, and I was lying on the ground. That's right, I saw myself lying on the ground. I didn't see any blood around me. At that moment, my heart sank, is this death or not?

Later, I learned that it was Zhang Lele's boyfriend who hit me. It's not appropriate to say that her boyfriend is a second ancestor pursuing her. Although she was unwilling, she became a victim of that kind of power transaction, and she had no choice but to make a false deal there.

I don't belong to this world anymore, and I prove one thing, people have ghosts when they die.

When I saw Lu Jia, she was already in the hospital. She had to face the fact that her boyfriend had turned into a vegetative state. To be honest, I never thought that my car accident would make Lu Jia so sad. But as far as she's concerned, I also feel like I'm in a vegetative state instead of dead.

Zhang Lele was originally in the hospital, but was later called away by his parents. At this time, she should be able to hide as far as she can. Even her "suitor" never appeared.

I followed my body to the hospital, and tried several times to return to that body in front of Lu Jia, but failed.

More dog blood and more dog blood, that's what I thought at the time. If you want to die or become a vegetative person, as a literary youth, you can't afford to lose that person. I hope that Lu Jia can leave me, and I hope that my parents will not give up when they see my bear. Maybe I had foreseen what the outcome would be, so I chose to escape and leave the hospital.

Aimlessly, I wandered to the scene of the incident. Don't think I can fly around, in fact, I still have to keep my feet on the ground. The square outside the library was empty, and the library was closed at night because of the accident in the afternoon. Occasionally, a passing student would take a look at the bottom of the steps, and after two days no one would pay attention to the traffic accident.

I still remembered the book of Emperor Hui's suspicions. Who knows where it went. I could easily get into the closed library and see the book on the shelf in the dark, but I couldn't find the book. Is there only one copy in the school library?

I racked my brain to remember some of the things I had seen in that book. Those battles of Jingjing, those massacres of old ministers, those battles for the defense of Jinan, the most important thing is that name, Mu Wen.

I feel like I've fallen into a whirlpool, or my head has been stirred by the drum washing machine. The pain made me wonder for a moment if I was out of my body.

But the next moment, I was already in a strange place.