At noon, the sun was blazing.

In the high house, the long smoke is lonely.

A young man knelt in front of the ancestral hall, cut his fingers with a knife without changing his face, wrote three words on the gray and rough deed paper with blood, and then pressed the bloody handprint.

"Lin Ideal, let me ask you one last time, are you sure you want to change your name?" The old man who presided over the name change looked solemn and solemn.

"Yes!" The young man surnamed Lin, who is named ideal, replied crisply.

The old man glanced at Lin Li deeply, and then shouted in a neutral voice: "Incense!" Worship ancestors! Worship the sky! ”

The yellow deed paper, which was mostly soaked in blood, was ignited by the overflowing incense ash, and was instantly engulfed by tongues of fire.

After a while, another breeze passed through the hall and sent the ashes to the heavens.

Subsequently, on the genealogy, the name "Lin Ideal" suddenly dissipated and was replaced by the three words "Lin Xiaoyuan".

The destiny has been changed, and the destiny has been added.

Blood flowed from the corners of the boy's mouth, and his face, which was already quite handsome, was already full of cracks.

The young man who was fighting against his original fate, after swallowing the blood foam in his mouth again, actually laughed.

The ideal road is long, and there is a long way to go.

He didn't want any of them.

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Before the teenager changed his name, as Lin Ideal, he did have a happy time for a while.

Since he can remember, he has been bearing the name of ideal, and his parents love to call him Lin Xiaoxiang.

In my memory, the most common words my parents said were "Xiaoxiang, do you have an ideal now?" ”

Ideal? I don't know!

When he was a child, Lin Ideal had moths flying wildly, summer cicadas singing long, and foreign objects that could be seen and touched.

There is no ideal alone.

Even if his parents always take the trouble to say inexplicable words such as "You can't do without Hongyi, and you have a long way to go", he still only knows how to clap his hands silly.

As time passed, Lin Li gradually stopped laughing.

The parents also came home later and later, until they never returned.

Grandma said that they were going out to work in order to earn money for their children to go to school.

But Lin Ideal didn't understand.

Is there a lot of money in the outside world?

What's so good about going to school?

Lin Li doesn't want it, he just needs his parents to come back to accompany him.

So, even if Lin Ideal was forced to go to school by his grandmother, he didn't do his job, and his mind was all on the oil lamp and the moth that put out the fire.

One day, Lin Ideal fell asleep in the lively sound of "Zhihuye".

This time, Mr. Teaching didn't put up with it anymore and asked him to go to the gate of the school to punish him.

It was on this day that Lin Ideal finally had a new friend, and he was still a living person.

"You're a stuffy gourd, Mr. finally can't stand you, right? Hahahaha! ”

The young man with pigtails grinned, not caring about his cold face, and continued: "Lin Ideal, this name is from, what kind of ideals do you have?" ”

Lin Ideal still had a straight face, indifferent, and his eyes were still glued to the spider web he had just glimpsed.

The pigtailed boy reached out to look at him again, forcing his head to turn.

Lin Ideal was annoyed, and said angrily: "My ideal is to beat you up first when I grow up, and then beat my father and mother for half a meal." ”

"Tsk, that sounds good, but I'm afraid you're doomed to fail, because I'm taller than you hahaha!" The boy touched his braids, and he was very embarrassed.

"Your dream is to grow taller?" Lin Li is provocative.

"Me? Hehe, although it counts, it is not the ultimate ideal. The pigtailed boy smiled mysteriously.

Lin Li suddenly became interested and asked, "Then what is your ideal?" ”

"Ideal? Hehe! The pigtailed boy snorted coldly, and then raised his arms and shouted: "The world is so big!" I want to see with my eyes and measure with my feet until I measure the height of the sky, and then talk about ideals! ”

If you hear thunder and drums, it is deafening.

Lin Li was stunned on the spot.

Lin Ideal, who had been depressed for a long time due to the departure of his parents, was finally lifted up.

His eyes were sparkling brighter than when he watched a moth fight a fire.

The pigtailed boy who was stared at by the fiery gaze blushed a little, these words were actually a template for the set, and the source came from the fairy stories that his father often told.

Lin Ideal didn't pay attention to the embarrassed expression of the pigtailed boy, and asked, "How big is the world?" Is it that big as ten Linjia towns? ”

"Absolutely!" The pigtailed boy is up again.

"Is it the size of a hundred Lin Family Towns?" Lin Li was very excited.

"There must be!" The pigtailed boy was also excited.

"Is that the size of a thousand Lin Family Towns?"

"Well, almost!" The pigtailed boy touched his head, a little hesitant, but still gritted his teeth and said yes.

Lin Li forgot about the cobwebs.

It's more interesting than the limited square inch, or the boundless freedom.

The two chatted for a long time until they were called back to the school by Mr. Teaching.

After a long time, Lin Ming's grandmother was pleasantly surprised to find that Mr. Teaching seemed to have not come to the house for a long time to persuade him.

The old man, who had passed the age of destiny, threaded the needle under the lamp, smiled kindly, and asked, "Do you have ideals?" ”

"Not yet." Lin Li turned another page of the scriptures without raising his head, "But I can take a look at the world first." ”

It was late at night, and the grandfather and grandson blew out the candles.

There is still light in the house.

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Linjia Town is located in the foothills of Xiaobei Mountain, with a humid climate, and there are often old people with dry lifespans who decay and wither.

After the harsh winter, seeing that the weather was about to get warmer, Lin Ideal's grandmother fell in the cold spring.

Before he could use the money his grandmother had saved up to buy medicine, he fell seriously ill.

Lin Li found the body in the morning.

The cold hands were still tightly gripping the needle and thread and the half-woven red cotton jacket.

He stood on the edge of the bed, frowning, and very calmly broke his stiff fingers, bit off the thread, and inserted the silver needle into the pellet.

My parents have been gone for many years, and there is no news of them, and now my grandmother is dead.

Is this death?

Looking at the corpse in front of him, Lin Li actually felt that he didn't seem to be sad.

The corpse lying in front of him, except for the shape, was no different from the cattle and sheep killed by the butcher not far away.

Even, the herd of cattle and sheep will struggle and cry before they die.

"Grandma, why don't you struggle?"

Lin Li pulled the quilt up to cover the old man's gray face.

The quilt wasn't heavy, but he pulled it slowly.

"Buzz—"

There was just a cold wind blowing through last night, why are there flies?

The house was surrounded by walls, and he knew that the buzz just now was an auditory hallucination.

Lin Li understands that he is not a butcher, and it is time for his grandmother to be buried in the ground.

With a strong force, he covered the quilt on the corpse, and then ran to the box and pulled out a flower cotton jacket, tore open the sealed inner pocket, peeled off the cotton wool, and took out the seven silver leaves that his grandmother had hidden.

Lin Li is only ten years old this year, what should I do?

He sat on the threshold and looked up in thought.

There are no relatives, and the neighbors are indifferent.

Alas, the morning glow is quite good-looking!

waited until the sun was dazzling, and Lin Li made up his mind.

After thinking about it, Lin Ideal still decided to ask the shopkeeper Lin who was missing half an ear to help.

Although that person is very fierce, the old naughty pigtailed boy who was still unbeaten is still underwhelmed, which to a certain extent shows that the shopkeeper of the pharmacy Lin ......

He understands the rules of adults.

Lin Li returned to the house, put on his grandmother's clothes, and then hid three silver leaves.

Then, he put the remaining four silver leaves and a small handful of copper coins in his pocket, washed his face, and specially wet his eyelashes.

Then Lin Li ran all the way to the pharmacy.

At that time, the shopkeeper of the pharmacy was slumped in his big chair.

How do you call someone? Lin Li was a little confused.

"Hey!" He stood outside the door of the pharmacy and shouted tentatively.

Shopkeeper Lin didn't hear it.

"Hey!" He shouted again, louder than before.

The shopkeeper of the pharmacy heard it clearly this time, and roared back dissatisfiedly: "Who cares if it's called?" Don't be noisy, it's early in the morning, go back to sleep! ”

The people on the recliner didn't open their eyes, so they scared Lin Li away.

After the cold of spring, it snowed again.

Lin Li braved the snow to walk in the direction of home, and stopped halfway through.

He remembered the unfinished red cotton jacket next to his grandmother's corpse.

After a long time, he stood at the door of the pharmacy with the wind and snow on his shoulder, and shouted: "Hey! Lin Honeysuckle and his father! ”

"Go ahead, be careful that I beat you for your milk." Shopkeeper Lin recognized him and said with a fierce face.

"I've got money!" Lin Li smiled, shook the broken silver in his hand and said, "Look, I have money!" ”

"Huh? Buy medicine again, if you have money, you are a master, come into the house, you-"

Shopkeeper Lin got up from his chair and stretched.

"I don't buy medicine." Lin Li shook his head and said, "My grandmother is dead, I will give you money, will you die for my grandmother?" ”

The braided boy in the corner of the pharmacy, who had been silent, burst out laughing.

Shopkeeper Lin glared back, and the pigtailed boy immediately stopped talking.

"Nope." Shopkeeper Lin coldly refused.

"Why, is it because there is not enough money?" Lin Li raised his head and asked the tall man who was getting closer and closer.

Shopkeeper Lin stretched out his hand, and Lin Li hurriedly stepped on his feet and put the pocket full of copper coins and four silver leaves on it.

Shopkeeper Lin turned his lips upside down.

"Is it enough?" Lin Li blinked his eyes, and his eyelashes were shining.

"How did you think of dying in place?" Shopkeeper Lin put the money back and asked with a frown.

Lin Ideal didn't expect Shopkeeper Lin to ask this question, he said in a low voice as if he had been named in class: "I read the book, some people sympathized with the old cow being slaughtered and spent money to release it." I have money, shopkeeper Lin, you can do it, let my grandmother give birth! ”

Shopkeeper Lin was noncommittal, and there was no wave in his eyes.

"Then, can you please help me with the aftermath?" Lin Li stopped pleading, jumped up and put the silver and copper coins in the hands of the shopkeeper Lin.

There was silence all around, and there was a sound of falling snow.

After being silent for a long time, Shopkeeper Lin said, "Okay, wait for me to clean up." ”

"Okay." Lin Li was relieved, and hurriedly ran to his house, not even having time to say hello to the pigtailed young man not far away.

For the next three days, the sky was beautiful, and there was no rain or snow.

The funeral was done beautifully with the help of Shopkeeper Lin, and the old man walked decently in the end.

It wasn't until Lin Ideal wore linen and filial piety and sent the old man to the ground that he finally got sleepy and fell to the ground.

On the side is a new mound of earth, and the filial piety stick that Lin Li used to hold or kneel before has been placed horizontally in front of the grave.

Originally, it was a strip of white paper wrapped around a wooden stick, but now the bare, chapped skin is like this.

The flocculent silk strips, along with tears, dissipated in the wind.

Obviously everything has been lost, there is nothing left, but the heart is still beating numbly.

Dead wood that is hard and brittle will break when it breaks.

But Lin Ideal won't, because he has long dried up, and he doesn't have to fold.

When Lin Li returned home tired and buried the three handfuls of soil in front of the grave he had grabbed behind the house, the heavy snow came again.

Boom!

He fell on flat ground.

Despite the snow and cotton clothing, he felt intense pain.

The physical pain made him burst into tears uncontrollably.

Alas? Did you cry just now?

Lin Li was stunned and touched the wet water marks.

The grief that had been suppressed for days finally broke the embankment.

He lay on the cold mud floor, wailing and crying.

Tears are heavier than wind and snow.