He sighed, his deep, old eyes bloodshot.

I asked, "Then how do you conclude that the tree belongs to my father?" ”

I asked this question, not intending to offend my grandfather, but I was suspicious and didn't vomit unpleasantly.

"Do you remember the time you counted the rings of books in your dream when you sat on a tree stump?"

I nodded, "Yes." ”

"How many annual rings are there?"

"I remember it as if it was...... Article 49? ”

I closed my eyes and struggled to find in my brain the memories that had been buried for two months.

"Today is your father's fiftieth birthday."

Grandpa's words made me dumbfounded.

But in addition to the shock, it is more dissatisfied with grandpa, if grandpa is really so godly, why didn't he stop all this when he expected it? If he could warn my father not to go out before his birthday and pass the age of fifty peacefully, wouldn't it be resolved naturally?

If he could do more, I wouldn't have lost my dad.

Grandpa shook his head and said, "Everything in this world has its own fixed number. ”

He also said, "The big tree you see in your dream is cut off by the waist, and if it is broken naturally, the section will not be so neat, so at this point you can assert that your father is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster; And the driver who caused the accident worked in a furniture factory, and all the wood pulled on the car was ......"

I cried and listened, but in addition to grief, it was more terrifying.

"Xiao Liang, the interpretation of dreams is not a normal reaction caused by the activity of the human cerebral cortex, but a continuation and omen of what you are currently experiencing or about to experience."

I didn't seem to understand, and he asked me again.

Why do ants move before it rains?

Why do fish keep crashing in the tank and dogs barking in the tank on the eve of an earthquake?

I said, "It's because their senses are different from people's, and they can predict danger through different frequencies of sound waves." ”

Grandpa said I was only half right.

"This is just a scientific explanation, everything in the world has spirituality, and we human beings pay too much attention to the evolution of IQ in the process of evolution, thus degrading spirituality, and dreams are a kind of spirituality, only when we correctly interpret dreams, can we be auspicious and avoid disasters."

I didn't understand it, but I didn't know how to refute it for a while, because in my father's matter, my grandfather did say it.

"As for what frequency you said, sound waves, in fact, it's not right, I'll give you an example, when you are eating with your head down, you suddenly feel like someone is staring at you, you turn around, and find that several people behind you have indeed been looking at you, I ask you, is this hearing, sight, or smell?"

I was speechless and tentatively said, "Yes...... Sixth sense? ”

"The sixth sense is spiritual awareness."

I felt like I was struggling.

It was from this incident that I began to be interested in the I Ching, dream interpretation and other theories, at least from the original rejection to the current interest.

The end of science is theology, and this statement is not false at all.

But what really made me believe in this kind of thing came from my second dream.

Time has passed, I have graduated from college in the blink of an eye, time can dilute many things, although my father's death has always been a scar in my heart, but every time I mention it, I no longer have the sadness of school.

After graduating, I worked in the financial industry, working in a securities company, and my leader was a strong woman, unmarried at the age of thirty, with good maintenance, and was the dream lover of almost the entire company's men.

During college, I broke up with Wan Xin, and since then, I have focused all my energy on my studies and have never talked about a girlfriend.

My boss's name is Li Yu, and in the company, everyone calls her Mr. Li, but she appreciates my work ability very much, so I call her Sister Yu in private, the opposite sex in the company, I am very close to her.

To be honest, I also have that kind of idea about her, I am 25, she is 30, five years older than me, it is not unacceptable, but she is the manager of the company, I am just an ordinary clerk, the difference in monthly salary is several times, I am a man, and I am somewhat inferior in this regard.

I'm also pretty sure that Sister Yu also has thoughts about me, this is my intuition, in my grandfather's words, this is called spiritual awareness.

And this dream was made the night before the company's annual meeting.

I dreamed that I would fly and flew to the Yellow River.

The water of the Yellow River, surging, overlooking the Yellow River can not see the edge, I enjoy the visual feast of the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, flying higher and higher in the sky, suddenly I saw a few fishermen by the river, among them there is a familiar face, is my father who has been dead for many years.

I hurried down, but I couldn't fly to the ground, I could only look at my father in mid-air, but my father didn't seem to know me at this time, no matter how I cried, he was so focused on fishing, he didn't pay any attention to me, I was in a hurry, I could only watch quietly.

It was the first time I had dreamed of my father six years after his death.

He sat by the river, the fishing rod stretched long, but the Yellow River was like no fish, and he did not take the bait, and finally he picked up the fishing net in a fit of anger and went down to the river to catch fish, I saw the danger, the water of the Yellow River was turbulent, he would encounter danger when he went down, and he was ready to reach out and drag him, but found that the water could only reach his knees, so I was relieved.

He used his fishing net to quickly catch a big carp, which was one meter long, but at this time, the fish suddenly jumped into the air and bit me in mid-air, and I was frightened.

Then I woke up.

When I woke up, tears had already wet the pillow towel.

I tossed and turned, and when I looked at the time, it was exactly five o'clock in the morning.

I've always had the habit of waking up early, it's like a biological clock, as long as it's five o'clock, I'm bound to wake up, and I'm more punctual than the alarm clock.

When it was time to wash, my mind flipped through the dream of last night, and my father's face in the dream was so clear, and after hesitation, I went to find my grandfather.

After my father died, my family moved into the city to live, and my grandfather had a deep attainment in the I Ching doctrine, and there were I Ching associations in many places, and even some universities even set up a special subject for the I Ching. People in the city value this kind of thing more than people in the countryside, so it can be said that after my father died, my grandfather, who was over 70 years old, raised our mother and son.

I went straight to the point and recounted the dream with my grandfather.

Anyone who has ever dreamed knows that there is a disadvantage to dreams, that is, it is easy to forget, so I went to tell my grandfather as soon as I dreamed.

At that time, my grandfather was almost eighty years old, and his movements were even slower, and his tone of voice was getting slower and slower, and after listening to my story, he pondered for a long time.

He said: "Xiao Liang, now you are facing a major choice in your life, do you remember what I told you before your father died? ”