He stood up and walked back without looking back. I heard the sound of a little smoke behind me, and a sigh.

Roadside shops have set up their stalls outside, and like × Beijing, food stalls are popular here. Every night, there are always a few shirtless men shouting here. Here, at such times, every drunk person becomes an invincible hero in the world. But behind each other, who wants to look.

The boss warmly beckoned Chen Feng to sit down, and the proprietress also asked the little brother to have a drink. Chen Feng smiled, ignored it, and continued to walk back.

Shandong people are generally not too tall, and a height of 1.82 meters like him is already very conspicuous. The fact that such a big man can resist the cool beer in the hot summer is really beyond people's imagination. The boss and the proprietress looked at each other, unable to understand the young man's sad face.

Tonight, there is a slight wind, but there is no moon in sight.

A pain went straight from his neck to his skull. He was a little dizzy, but he didn't stop. "Maybe I'm too tired." He thought.

Standing in front of his house, he didn't know how to push the door open. On the other side of the door is the world that is both familiar and unfamiliar. Love? Yes. Hate? I don't know.

Maybe it's just a little resentment, a little unwillingness. Every time you are unhappy, every little failure, every sleepless night, you will see a face on the other side of the door. He was always asking if he might have been fine without them, right? If he had persevered a little longer, he might have been happy now, right? If......

But time will not go back, and even if it does, how should you choose? He didn't think about it, and he didn't want to face it. It's easier to blame others than to blame yourself.

Pushing the door in, I saw my grandfather sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed. His shriveled eyes were like the age of an old man, and the lone lamp trembled in the silent air. He rarely waited until after nine o'clock to sleep, his hands clenched on crutches, and his feet stretched out, as if he was guarding something.

Hearing the door, Grandpa opened his cloudy eyes. Stretched out a hand to signal Chen Feng to sit beside him.

He took the old man's dangling hand, which felt like holding a balloon full of water that would burst if he wasn't careful.

Only then did he notice that his grandfather was still holding a handkerchief in his other hand that he had left on the crutches. The white handkerchief was yellowed and crumpled. There are also two blue stripes around it.

The old man carefully opened the unsightly handkerchief, layer after layer. There were more wrinkles than the wrinkles on his face. Until in the end, it turned out to be two rings inside.

This is for Chen Feng, and he wants to hand it over to his grandson.

Those were two identical rings, bare and unadorned. It's just two silvery-white circles, glowing a little in the light.

"This is what my grandfather gave me." Grandpa said in a hoarse voice, "It is said that this is the treasure left by our old gods......"

"One is mine and the other is my daughter-in-law?" Chen Feng quipped.

"It's not." The old man looked serious. "These two rings are a pair of brothers......"

The mother suddenly burst out of the back room, looked at the grandfather with reproachful eyes, and then at the son. "Don't listen to your grandfather's nonsense, go back to the house and clean up your bed."

Chen Feng smiled and didn't speak, got up and went back to his room. He was already accustomed to the feeling of a pig's nest, so he didn't bother to clean it up. He fell on the bed and looked at the two circles in his hands.

What's so special? He thought.

It's just two bare rings, not even gold, not even patterned.

He seemed to see something, and there was a mark on the ring, like a scratch, but it was deeper than a scratch. It's a very random one, like an inverted "S", but it doesn't turn that big. Did you do it on purpose? The other one also has it.

Hehe, it doesn't matter, the usual ones are going to die. Put it on.

His fingers are short and thick, and the joints are relatively thick. This ring is obviously not a good size, it is thick and stupid. After trying for a long time, only the right index finger can wear it.

Raise your hand with your back to the sky and look at your thick right hand at the lamp. Suddenly there was such a thing, and it felt inexplicable. If it's for the sake of loading, it's better to buy a more domineering ring. If it's for good looks, it shouldn't be this finger. Let Hong Liang see it, and I don't know what good words to say.

He forgot for a moment what happened the night before, when he almost scared Hong Liang to death, and then almost crippled him.

A wry smile crossed the corner of his mouth, and he weakly took off the ring with his left hand. Somehow, it's clearly loose on your fingers, but you can't take it off easily. Try again, the same as the original. Forcefully, the bone joints "clicked", and the hand spasmed, but the ring seemed to grow in the flesh, and it couldn't survive.

Not only that, Chen Feng faintly felt that the ring exuded a trace of coolness. The chill grew stronger and colder. He tried desperately to get rid of the damn circle, but he only tortured his hands in vain.

An electric current pierced straight from his neck into his skull, and he couldn't open his eyes in pain. The cold of the right hand and the pain of the skull were intertwined, and the life of a big man was worse than death.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't make a sound in pain. Curled up, he couldn't resist the cold from the bottom of his heart.

The cold air swam around the limbs like a snake, gnawing at every joint. The pain rushed through the chest like an electric current, piercing through the internal organs.

It felt like a second, and it felt like a lifetime.

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on his side on the edge of the bed. The round head drooped unnaturally over the broad shoulders. The darkness was gone, and the fluorescent lights were no longer flickering. The heart-rending pain and the cold of the knife and needle also dissipated in the air.

Is it a dream? Maybe. How could he be sweating profusely otherwise? The vest on his body was already soaked, and the sheets under him were unbearably cold.

He gasped and sat up. Looking around, everything was the same, but the bed was more messy. Out of the corner of his eye, he stumbled upon the half bottle of Coke he had drunk when he went home, standing quietly on the bedside cabinet, but the liquid in the bottle was boiling like crazy.

The light brown, the foam violently hit the red cap, and the elegant lines of the bottle body have been stretched out.

Reach for it and see what the hell is going on. Without warning, the bottle fell onto the cabinet and rolled to the floor. Stooping to pick it up, a blue-white light cut through the languidness of the fluorescent lamp, and lightning wrapped around the crazy bottle. The foam broke through the caps, and the poor plastic bottles were pushed into the corners, rumbling in place.

The world is already crazy, where can the scene in front of him still scare Chen Feng.

The bottle finally stopped, and a hazel mist filled the area. The strange thing is that after such a toss, not a drop of the half bottle of Coke fell to the ground, and it floated in the air like smoke, with a sweet taste.

The blue light did not fade, but this time it did not cover the fat man's body, but inexplicably concentrated on the silver-white circle. The ring was no longer cold, emitting a faint blue light from the smoke-like trail, echoing the other one that had fallen to the ground, and there seemed to be nothing else.

"I'm so thirsty." He muttered to himself.

Reaching for a droplet passing by, but accidentally pushing it towards another.

"Rear-ended." He thought. "Will they come together?"

His cranky thoughts became the command of the water droplets, one to two, two to four. The coke in the air turned from fog to rain, and from rain to water. The water rolled in the air, like a reddish-brown snake.

"Go back!" He shook his hand, and the snake obediently burrowed back to its original nest. He quickly grabbed the bottle and gently put it back in the cabinet. "I don't dare to drink it." He thought.

The blue light on the finger faded, and the ring on the ground changed back to its usual circle. He seemed to understand something, perhaps, grandpa's words were not just stories.

He didn't dare tell anyone about these things, including his parents. I can't imagine what I will encounter if this news spreads.

The door rang, and Mom came to check on him to clean up the house. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted with a sigh from my mother.

Needless to say, my mother lifted the sheets and went around with the mess of clutter on the bed. I don't know where to change the other one, just a hula shake, and the bed immediately changed color. The pillows were covered, and before Chen Feng could see what was going on, they had already been neatly returned to everyone.

Mom sighed impatiently, picked up the changed sheets and walked out of the room.

Standing in the bedroom, Chen Feng looked at a loss. I was blown away by what I saw. Tidying up the house, if not the biggest project in the world, is definitely the hardest. How is it possible to get it between lightning and flint? He took off his vest and threw it aside, patting his stomach and thinking about what had just happened. It must be, the inexplicable power in him must have been inherited from his mother, absolutely.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already daylight. Look at the wall clock on the wall, it's already ten o'clock. Come to think of it, it took twelve hours of sleep. Although he slept a lot on weekdays, it was rare for him to spend twelve hours in a row.

Pulling open the door and coming out, Grandpa sat on the sofa in the living room again and closed his eyes to recuperate. It looked the same as last night. At this time, Dad must have gone to my brother's shop, and Mom must have gone to the vegetable market to buy food for the day.

Strangely, the sound of cartoons came from the study, which was obviously the music of "Pleasant Goat". No need to ask, the little ones are back.

Pushing the door in, my sister was standing in front of the computer with her nephew in her arms. Seeing Chen Feng, the little guy broke free from his mother's lap and ran over.

"Uncle!" The voice is very sweet, and it is rare that this child will not seem alienated from him, and he is not afraid of him.

Chen Feng bent down to pick up the child and kissed it happily. The child instinctively dodged for fear of being pricked by his beard.

"Don't say a word when you come back." My sister said to him in the same tone as a mother.

"It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly want to come back."

"The rice is on the table, go eat it yourself."

Leaving the child and going to the dining room, there were two fried dough sticks, a plate of pickles, two eggs, and a bowl of white rice porridge on three plates.

Pull out the chair and sit down in your place, holding the bowl in both hands, still warm. Look at the chair next to it, it's clean. But my brother probably hasn't come back for dinner for a long time. There was a little wear and tear on the positions of grandpa and dad, presumably when he was holding his nephew and nephew for dinner. He won't sit in their seats, and that rule can't be messed with.

took a sip of porridge, lifted the chopsticks and picked up a piece of pickle, but inadvertently found that the ring on his hand was missing, and there was not even a trace of strangulation. Could it be that it fell off when I was sleeping? If that's the case, it's really great.

After eating breakfast in two bites, I went back to my bedroom to find the ring. Anyway, it was given by grandpa, and it's not good to lose it. Strangely, the ring on the bedside table was still lying in place, and the circle on his hand could not be found after rummaging through the whole room.

"I can't get out of this house anyway." He thought, "I'll be out in a minute." ”

I don't know if everyone is like this when they get old, grandpa straightened up and sat on the sofa, with his hands on crutches, but his nose was snoring. Like a sculpture that makes sound, time seems to be unusually slow on the sculpture's body.

When he was young, his grandfather was also very handsome. A group photo from decades ago, you can find at a glance where he is sitting. The appearance is exactly the same as Chen Feng, as if the nephew and himself are almost the same mold. It's just that he has lost a lot of weight, but he is not as strong as his grandson, and his eyebrows and eyes reveal more delicateness.

Chen Feng sat down on the sofa next to him and looked through his phone. The small jolt caused the old man's snoring to stop abruptly. As if hearing thunder, Grandpa suddenly turned his head to look at him.

"Up?"

"Get up."

What to say, but for a moment I can't remember where to start. Grandpa closed his eyes again, his eyelids trembling with the muscles between his eyebrows. When people get old, they always remember the things in front of them clearly, but the past becomes clearer and clearer with age. Slides flashed in front of me like a movie, and I just flipped through them frame by frame until I found the one I wanted.

"My grandfather gave me the ring." The old man spoke, "It's the treasure of the old Chen family." I can't put it on, and when I put it on, it falls off. Your dad can't wear it. ”

"Why a couple? Why don't you give it to your brother? Chen Feng asked casually, his eyes looking at the floor, as if looking far away.

"You shouldn't be able to wear it either." Grandpa ignored Chen Feng's words and said to himself. "Passed down from generation to generation, passed on to children but not to daughters......"

"Why a couple? Why don't you give it to your brother? He asked again.

"It's handed down as a couple, a pair of brothers."

"Why don't you give it to my brother?"

"Your brother can't do it, he doesn't have enough blood, and he doesn't have tiger energy on his body......"

Chen Feng smiled, he couldn't understand what his grandfather was saying, and he didn't know what he was talking about. Speaking to himself, he told the story that had been told for decades intermittently but over and over again.

No one will ask whether the old immortal really exists, and if so, where is he now. If it weren't for the abnormality of the past two days, I'm afraid he would have run away and didn't know where he would.

"If it's true, then what am I?" He thought.

(My dear friend, as you continue to read, you may find that the author's ability to tell stories is not very good, so I have no choice but to turn some of the man's organs and behaviors into symbols of life and power.) It's not that the author wants to induce anything, just because in this absurd world, getting rid of shackles has become a luxury. ）