The young man lowered his head, patted his head with his hand, and raised his head again, and said very sadly, of course you don't know me as a father, and when I died, you were not yet born. I was young when I died, about the same age as you are now.

Ma Chengzhi turned around and wanted to leave, but the young man walked around to the front again. He said a little angrily, I still don't believe it, I suspect you are pretending to be my father. My grandfather said that after my father died, he was buried in this grave, and it has been more than one or two decades, and the bones are all rotten, how can there be anyone? Aren't you coaxing a child? I'm not young now, I'm in my twenties, don't think I'm so coaxing.

Ma Chengzhi, who was dreaming, didn't think he was in a dream, and the young man said kindly, cub! It's good that my bones are rotting in this grave, but my souls are still there, haven't you heard of the soul?

I've heard it, it's all a lie. When I was studying, my grades were not very good, but I listened to what the teacher said, and the teacher also said that there are no gods and ghosts in the world, and all people start with it. Ma Chengzhi glared at the young man with contempt, put on a serious look and asked: Where are you from? Don't pretend to be my dad, although my dad left early and I never met him, but I respect him very much.

Cubs! You don't believe I'm your dad, and I understand; You still use the teacher's words to deny that there are gods and ghosts in the world, and I also understand that you are not deeply involved in the world, and you still don't understand many things, and what many people have said has been overturned by the facts.

The young man wanted to continue talking, but Ma Chengzhi shook his head, but he still didn't like to listen. He said in a commanding tone, "Don't call me a cub, why should I be your cub?" I'm about the same age as you, can't you see?

Then he looked into the young man's little eyes and said loudly, "Open your eyes wider, and see, can you give birth to me?" Call me brother almost, don't talk nonsense.

Ma Chengzhi was about to leave again, and the young man said with a smiling face, Chengzhi, can you be patient and listen to me about one thing.

What's up? Say it quickly.

More than 20 years ago, I opened the Madu River Wok Palm Goose Meat Restaurant, because a large number of big white geese stepped on the red-hot iron plate, slowly abused them to death, with their swollen and fat webbed toes to make special dishes to attract guests, to make money for animal abuse and killing, and then I suffered misfortune, the money I earned was stolen, not to mention, I also accidentally ate a dead chicken poisoned by rat poison and also poisoned to death, taking a life.

This may seem like an accident, but it is actually inevitable. It is an arrangement in the dark, according to the officials of the Yin Division, my life expectancy was originally 73 years old, because of this lack of virtue in the cruelty of killing animals that have lost all conscience, the Yin Division cut my Yang Shou for 53 years, and for more than 20 years after death, there has been no superbirth, and the undead are suffering in hell. Suffering, naked, holding a bright red copper pillar in his hand, suffering unspeakably, miserable. Now that I have come out of hell, the king of Yama has given me the rebirth of a flat-haired beast......

Hearing this, Ma Chengzhi suddenly interjected, what kind of flat-haired beast has he become?

Become a chicken, I'm now in a nest of chickens you caught, the chicken with black vellus feathers, it's me, and I have a small black spot on the left side of my sharp beak.

I haven't paid attention yet, I'll know when I go back and see. Ma Chengzhi is still a little puzzled, even if there is the chicken you said in the nest of chickens I bought, it may be a coincidence.

Chengzhi, then how can you trust me? The young man asked. At this time, a fallen leaf floated on his head, and he didn't care about the fall.

However, I believe that you got my dad and my grandfather's names right.

My mother, I am not long after your grandmother passed away, can you call her from the underworld to testify, and let her tell you that I am your own father. Because when I died, I was your age, and I didn't reincarnate or change, so when you see me now, it's not like your father, but like your brother.

Don't talk about it, have you heard of it? There is no proof of death, I don't want you to call my grandma to testify, she is dead, what kind of testimony? You're again. Ma Chengzhi was looking at the young man with small eyes seriously, and thought about it again, but can you tell me, what is my grandmother's surname? What's the name?

Your grandmother is my mother, her surname is Hong, and her name is Xiaoqing.

You're right. Still, I'm a little skeptical, my grandmother's name is generally known, and it's normal for you to know it.

So Chengzhi, what do I say to believe that I am telling the truth?

I don't want you to talk now, can you go home with me, anyway, my grandfather is still alive, let him identify him, he said that you are my father, I really believe it.

That's not difficult, the problem is that you can't go now, and it doesn't work if you go?

Why?

When he asked this, Ma Chengzhi saw that his father's grave was cracked, and before he could take a closer look, he found that this young man who claimed to be his father was walking towards the crack in the grave, and said as he went, Chengzhi, my good cub, now you are dreaming, your grandfather - my father is awake and not asleep, I can't talk to him...... When Ma Chengzhi went to look at the young man seriously, he woke up and broke out in a cold sweat.

He got up in his clothes and went to the room next door where his grandfather slept, but he was sitting on the bed and sewing his clothes in the faint light.

Ma Chengzhi suddenly shouted, Grandpa, I had a strange dream. Ma Feilong asked, what strange dream? Scared you out of me.

Ma Chengzhi went to the edge of the bed, threw off his shoes, and sat on his grandfather's bed, saying that I was not quite afraid, but I just felt weird, I dreamed of my father, and I had never seen my father.

Ma Feilong stopped what he was doing, turned his head and stared at him and asked, Chengzhi, you said that you dreamed of your father, what is your father like, you tell me.

The man I dreamed of was my father, a young man, about my age, and he was characterized by small eyes, but he looked very elf.

Ma Feilong nodded and asked again, what did he tell you?

He said his name, and he said your and your grandmother's names correctly, but I still didn't believe it, I didn't know in my dream that I was dreaming, and I thought that in broad daylight, I asked him to come with me to you. I said, if my grandfather identified you as my father, I would believe it. The man then broke it and said it was a dream, you weren't asleep, and he couldn't talk to you. I woke up and looked for you, and you didn't fall asleep, and that's right, and I really kind of believe that the young man in my dream was my father.

Ma Feilong seemed to recall the appearance of Ma Du River, and suddenly said, when your father left, he was indeed quite young, only 20 years old, younger than you, and his eyes were relatively small, but he was very shrewd. If that's the case, you don't need to be afraid, your father won't harm you, he will only protect you.

He also said one more thing. Ma Chengzhi talked about a chicken with black feathers in the litter of chickens mentioned by the young man in his dream, and said that the reason why he was reincarnated as a chicken was because he tortured and killed the big white goose before his death, and made money by launching the special dishes of the wok.

Ma Feilong listened, silent. Suddenly, I got up and was about to go out with the lamp. Ma Chengzhi got off the bed again and followed him with his shoes, grandpa, where are you going? I'm with you.

Ma Feilong sneered and said, who is with whom? You can come too. Ma Feilong came to the hall and took off the cover that was on the log basin, and the chickens clustered into a ball of pompoms in the round wooden basin felt it, so they chirped, and some squeezed their little heads into the gaps of other chickens, obviously instinctively avoiding something. Ma Feilong stretched out his hand to pick up the chickens, carefully identified, and really found a chicken with black vellus feathers, and there was a small black spot on the left side of its sharp beak.