The sunset in the distance hung obliquely on the horizon, the color of blood shrouded the entire mountain, and a young figure interspersed in the woods: "Grandpa, I won't go, I'm afraid." ”

An old man was panting behind him: "Bastard thing king eight lambs, the mausoleum of the ancestors, talking to the ancestors, afraid of a ball, which Taoist priest does not deal with the dead?" So cowardly, how can he look like a man? See if I don't break your legs......"

This kind of superb red robe is picked by an old tree at the cliff break, and it produces a few catties a year, and you have to use high-quality mountain spring water to stimulate the fragrance inside. If you have itchy skin, just say it......

This jar of medicine has taken a lot of Lao Tzu's thoughts, huh? Doesn't it smell bad? Hehe, honestly go in and soak, if you dare to come out in less than an hour, I will dare to give you fried meat with bamboo strips......

These long-lost fragments are like old photos that have been torn apart, floating all over the space one after another, and passing away in a blink of an eye......

On the mourning hall. Everything is minimal.

Four wreaths, a coffin, a brazier, a stool with a picture of grandpa and some incense candles.

Captain Liu and Blind Chen, who were originally going to rush over to help, can only offer condolences now.

Chen Blind couldn't stand the departure of his old brother and was unwell, so Captain Liu took him back again. Blind Chen asked me to go to him after the funeral.

The two uncles, Shui Sheng and Tu Sheng, are going to bring someone to carry the coffin for burial tomorrow, so let them go back first.

I told my grandfather's last wish, so I didn't hold a big funeral, so I kept it simple.

So, I was alone with my grandfather.

I looked at my grandfather's picture, slowly knelt on the ground, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, the night, the breeze, and the moonlight are round.

I was hurrying along the road, and the bright moonlight shone through the leaves of the tall trees on both sides of the steep mountain road, dappled and scattered all over the ground, and even the flashlight of the road was saved.

It seemed like a long road, I don't know how long it was, and I didn't even know why I was taking this road or where I was going.

The rush was very easy, and there should be some biscuits in the package on my back, but I was reluctant to eat them, on the contrary, my heart was faintly excited, inexplicably excited.

From time to time, wild animals ran by on both sides of the mountain road, twisting their shining eyes to look at themselves, and I pretended to be vicious and roared a few times, and I couldn't help laughing when I looked at the animals that had fled into the wilderness.

Until a monkey on a tree plucked a red wild fruit and threw it at himself, I picked up a stone and threw it over, just a cigarette, and I already had a cloth full of wild fruits in the placket of my clothes.

It's getting late, and it's time to eat.

Finding a smooth stone, I threw the fruit into my mouth with relish.

The moon was hollow, stretched a lazy waist, and was about to fall asleep when he was satisfied, and turned over, but saw a woman in red pulling open her long hair, revealing a miserable white face, a pair of eyes that were almost oozing blood staring at me, and said gloomily and slowly: "Your life is mine, give it to me, and I will ...... it."

I turned around in great horror and ran away like the wind.

"Grandpa, help...... There's a ghost......"

As the word grandfather shouted, an old man in a robe, holding a rattan stick, and holding a dry tobacco in his mouth came into mind......

"Grandpa?"

I suddenly sat up and looked at the coffin in front of me, but my grandfather still didn't move.

I felt full of grievances, and my heart was empty and there was no sense of dependence.

The feeling of loneliness that I have never had, the sense of solidity in my heart before, is no longer there.

Just as I was sighing, a middle-aged man in a tunic with a square head and a square face and a strong physique solemnly walked to his grandfather's coffin and knelt down.

The three knocks made my face twitch, and the incense ash on the candlestick was shaken off a lot.

When I got up, I saw that he had a red mark on his forehead, and then he looked at me and asked, "Are you Uncle Ren's grandson?" ”

I nodded silently.

"Can I see him?" Without waiting for me to answer, he walked to the other end of the coffin.

The man walked so windy that even the paper money burning in the brazier was blown out.

I was afraid that he would do something unfavorable, so I quickly got up and followed.

saw him bow in a proper manner, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Uncle Ren, I'm late." To go or to stay, can you give me an answer now? ”

As soon as the words fell, the mourning hall suddenly set off a gust of wind, picked up a piece of paper money from the brazier, and blew it onto a pair of elegiac couplets.

fell on the word "stay" in the eight words of "name for future generations, immortal", and almost burned it to a hole.

The middle-aged man looked at the yellowed word "stay" on the couplet and was excited.

For a while, tears were like a well-being, and his voice was choked for a while: "Uncle Ren, your great kindness and great virtue, the strong son is unforgettable, from now on, my life is your grandson's." When he said this, he knelt down at me.

What's the situation? I can't fix it anymore.

I scrambled it for a moment, hurriedly lifted it up, and it took a while to smooth it out.

The person in front of him should have been arranged by his grandfather a long time ago.

My grandfather once taught me some superficial physiognomy.

I look at this person's face: Heavenly Court is full but red, his face is full of anger, his eyes are cold and sharp, and he has only been in the grappling confrontation all year round, repeatedly squeezing and rubbing, bruising and swelling to cause fibrosis and finally become hypertrophic plaques.

It's not hard to imagine what kind of person is in front of you.

In short, it should not be compatible with the word "kindness".

Such a character, but my grandfather left him by my side, I guess the next road is not very easy.

The middle-aged man said to me, "Uncle Ren calls me Qiangzi, you can call me Uncle Qiang!" ”

I immediately replied, "Uncle Qiang, my name is Wang Jianfeng." ”

Uncle Qiang asked again: "Has your grandfather explained anything else?" ”

I thought about it, and immediately replied: "Grandpa wants me to learn the Tao, and he wants me to go to Changsha to find his uncle, and I am going to ...... after graduation."

Uncle Qiang interrupted me and said categorically: "Don't wait, leave the graduation to me." As soon as Uncle Ren's funeral is done, I will arrange for you to go to Changsha. ”

Three days later......

I came to the fortune-telling booth of the blind man.

Before I could speak, he opened his mouth: "Feng, here?" ”

I was about to ask him how he found me, but he pulled out a small box from a cloth bag with a palm-sized compass inside.

Blind Chen sighed and said slowly: "This thing, your grandfather asked me for half his life before his death, and I was reluctant to give it to him, but now that he is gone, I feel that he is not valuable."

Take it, I will reunite with your grandfather in a few years, and he will not be able to bully me anymore? Hey, hey, hey...... His merits are immeasurable, but I'm still eating and waiting to die, hehehehe......"

Chen, who was originally laughing and crying, suddenly looked frightened, trembled, got up and was about to leave, but was shocked by a voice.

"Old Zamao, long time no see?" This is Uncle Qiang's voice.