"It seems that Song Lao has been in retreat for a long time this time, it seems that he has gained a lot!"

I said to Uncle Xuanzhen with anticipation. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Song Lao finally came out.

The two of us went up together, and I rushed to ask, "Old Song, how is it, have you found a way?"

Song Lao shook his head.

"Even my great-grandfather can't help it?

"No, we can't get in touch with him. ”

"Huh?" I couldn't help but feel a sinking.

I didn't expect my great-grandfather to say that he didn't care about the worldly things, so he really ignored everything.

Like me, it was Uncle Xuanzhen who looked depressed. She was sitting next to her in a huff at the moment, very unhappy.

It's no wonder that after so many days of hard work, the hair on his forehead stood on end, and now he got such bad news, no one can be happy.

Because she could only simulate and analyze and not see the results of Song Lao's experiments on the spot, she just guessed that we must have made a lot of progress based on her feelings, and she couldn't help but be very happy. Who wanted to drop the chain at a critical moment, and there was such a thing!

It seems that our work has reached the end of our rope and we can't go any further.

In other words, even if you are 99% complete, it is still a failure.

Of course, Elder Song needless to say, Uncle Xuanzhen and I are not the kind of people who give up easily.

Isn't there a saying that "go to the poor place of the mountain and sit and watch the clouds rise"?

Our thinking should be that there is a deviation somewhere, and as long as we find the problem, there should be a bright turnaround.

The three of them summed up for a moment and began to review each other's division of labor.

But I still don't have a clue.

Song Lao will let us pause for a while, and everyone will go to rest, because the nerves are too tense, it is better to relax completely and talk about it tomorrow.

In desperation, Uncle Xuanzhen and I had no choice but to say good night to each other.

My sleeping place was arranged in Song Lao's study, and the cloud painting brought out of the fish clothes space hung on the wall opposite me.

But I just glanced at it casually, and I didn't have the energy to look closely.

Suddenly found that I hadn't been able to lie down and rest properly for so many days, not only me, but in order to be busy with the affairs of the space, it seemed that Song Lao and Uncle Xuan Zhen were exhausted and haggard.

So, despite the things on my mind, I fell asleep as soon as I hit the pillow.

But as Song Lao said, the nerves are too tight, and people fall asleep, but in the subconscious, they don't completely let go of everything.

The reflection in my mind is that I am dreaming.

I dreamed that I was in a completely unfamiliar place, here is an endless snowfield, I am trudging through the snow, I can't see the target or the way from forward and backward, just subconsciously keep walking.

Sometimes the wind howls by, kicking up the snow on the ground and obscuring the view.

The wind is like a carving knife, and the snow is the debris that falls between the carvings.

But I still walk on the road without knowing how to be tired, night and day.

One day in the middle of the trip. I suddenly stopped and was alone in a game that I had always enjoyed as a child:

I built a house out of snow and ice and started making a snowman in front of the house again.

Two of the snowmen are big and the middle is small, the big snowman has no facial features, and the small snowman has only a big grinning mouth on his face.

I imitated the tone of my father and mother and said, "Son, grow up quickly, grow taller than Lao Tzu!"

"God bless my boy with no illness or disaster, and a safe and peaceful life......"

It's a dream. But I seemed to be very conscious, and it was on the way to my own heart, and I realized that I was a passerby, just passing by by the day of my birth.

I remember my dad saying, "When my father and mother are here, home is there." ”

But now that he and the others are gone, all the memories of home have become a locked box.

The box is under the snow, and from now on, this is the tomb where it is buried.

As a passerby, I once again continued on my way, not knowing where to go.

And as if there was a tacit understanding in the dark, the boundless wind and snow began to spill and accumulate in this strange world, and the snow hid everything......

When I woke up again, I remembered the dream and couldn't help but laugh at my own emotional dream.

When I came out of the study, I saw Song Lao exercising in the yard in the morning, and Uncle Xuanzhen was cleaning carefully.

Now I was a little ashamed in my heart: I slept too deeply, I was dead, I woke up late, and it was rude to know that I was a guest in someone else's house!

Hurriedly ran back, hurriedly washed up, and then came out to say a few words to Uncle Xuanzhen, and then went to the courtyard to watch Song Lao play Tai Chi.

When it was time for breakfast, I finally couldn't help but describe this strange dream to their father and daughter, in fact, I wanted to ask Song Lao to explain why I had this strange dream.

Who knew that it had just begun, and Uncle Xuanzhen said in surprise: "You also dreamed of a snow scene?

Uncle Xuanzhen said that she dreamed of a vast snowy field and a clump of plum blossoms blooming.

Then Song Lao also looked at the two of us and said, "Huh?!"

Needless to say, Song Lao's reaction has shown that he most likely had the same dream.

Song Lao said that his dream was also snow, but the main body was a wordless stone tablet lying on the ground, half-hidden by snow.

At this moment, the three of us immediately looked at each other.

If it's just that Uncle Xuanzhen and my dreams are similar, it's just a coincidence, and if you add Song Lao, I'm afraid it's not a coincidence that can be explained simply.

Dreams of memories of home, dreams of plum blossoms in the snow, dreams of broken wordless stone tablets.

What does all this mean?

Song Lao thought thoughtfully, and then said, "Eat first, and then let's go to the study and draw a picture." ”

Originally, according to my thoughts, where could I still eat breakfast! I can't wait to pass it right away.

However, looking at the indifferent Song Lao and the quiet temperament of Uncle Xuanzhen, I was still ashamed of myself and felt that I was still too young and impetuous.

......

I ate it in three times and two times.

Seeing that I was so anxious, Song Lao smiled: "Ha, if you can't wait, you can go over first, pen and ink will wait!"

That's what it means for me to prepare first.

Uncle Xuanzhen also said to me: "Then you can go first, I'll come over when I'm ready." ”

That's fine, I don't know why, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in front of their father and daughter.

So he got up and went to the study.

After entering the door, I accidentally glanced at the wall again, and I was stunned by what I saw.

Then, I rubbed my eyes and looked at it again, finally making sure I was right.

Then I trotted all the way out to find the old father and daughter.

"Song Lao, Song Lao, little uncle......"

Old Song was still very quiet, while Uncle Xuanzhen looked at me strangely and said, "Jiang Heng, what's wrong with you, surprised?"

I panted and said, "The painting, that painting, has changed." (To be continued.) )