The seats dispersed.

Only Fang Zhan and his father were left in the family.

Fang Zhan sat in the courtyard as usual and began to weave bamboo baskets. Since he returned, he has robbed his father of his original job. Fang Ping was also idle.

Fang Zhan was weaving the bamboo basket and said to Ya'er, "Are you eating well?"

Ya'er was very happy and said, "Okay, it's been a long time since I've eaten so much!"

Fang Zhan smiled: "Isn't it, look at the people at that table." ”

Fang Ping stood under the eaves, looking at him all the time, and finally walked over, sat down beside him, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Fang Zhan stopped in his hand and looked at his father: "Do you think I should be his husband?" If I don't go, then I can only continue to weave bamboo baskets. ”

Fang Ping didn't speak, he hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "Tomorrow you go to the old house, and when you come back, you will make a decision!"

Fang Zhan looked confused: "What are you going to do in the old house?"

Fang Ping stood up: "You'll know when you go." After saying that, he turned around and went back to the house, and when he reached the door, he turned around and said, "Go to bed early tonight." ”

Fang Zhan looked at his father's back, and his mind returned to the old house.

The old house is in the bamboo forest under the half-day cliff. Fang Zhan's memories of his time in the old house became more and more blurred, and when he was five years old, Fang Ping had already moved to Zhuli Village with him. Until he was five years old, he lived with his father in an old house. He was the only one there. Isolation from the world, so to speak. The old houses were all built by Fang Ping himself. Simple yet welcoming.

Later, when he moved to Zhuli Village, he would occasionally go back to see it, but as time went on, such cases became less and less.

Fang Ping's sudden suggestion made him wonder, what was in the old house, why did he suddenly ask me to go back to the old house to see, what to see?

The night became very long.

Fang Zhan tried to force himself to sleep several times, but he couldn't sleep.

I heard the rooster crow, and I watched the sky light slightly.

Finally stayed up until dawn. Get up and go to see your father. saw that Fang Ping's eyes were red, and he was making breakfast.

Fang Zhan helped together, and the father and son hurriedly ate breakfast. Fang Zhan finally couldn't help but ask, "What's in the old house?"

Fang Ping didn't answer, he went to the inner room and took out a bunch of keys, a total of three, handed them to Fang Zhan, and said, "What you want to know is in the basement under the bed of the old house." ”

Fang Zhan's heart jumped suddenly: "What I want to know......? Got a basement?"

Fang looked at him steadily: "Go ahead." ”

Fang Zhan took the key, glanced at his father deeply, turned around and walked out quickly.

Fang Ping watched his son run out in a daze, he stood there for a long time and didn't move. Until the dazzling sunlight hit his face. He went back to the room, took out a jar of wine, sat down at the table, poured a bowl, and drank a bowl.

......

The old house is ten and a half miles away from Zhuli Village, and Fang Zhan is anxious. Run wild. As the terrain gets steeper and steeper, the half-day cliff is already in sight. He followed a path hidden in the bamboo forest at the bottom of the cliff, and kept going up. This path, because no one has walked it for a long time, is overgrown with weeds and very desolate. If you don't look closely, you can't even see that it's a road.

Not long after, Fang Zhan got closer and closer to the old house, and his heart became more and more flustered. Running down the way, he thought of at least dozens of strange ideas in his mind.

"What does my father want me to see? What I want to know most is my mother! It's about everything my mother has! The old house has a secret about my mother? Why didn't I know it all along? The old house actually had a basement? Before I was five years old, my father and I lived there all the time, and there was no second home. Except for Master, Li Langzhong, Uncle Shang Ji, and Sanniang, no one knew that we lived there. Why?"

Fang Zhan put countless question marks in his mind, and as the old house came into view, his heart was about to jump out.

It was a simple little bamboo hut. Backed by the cliff wall of the Bantian Cliff, a heavy bamboo fence is enclosed in front of the house. There are two layers inside and outside, and the layers are reinforced. If it weren't for the opening of the gate, even the lions, wolves, tigers and leopards would never be able to enter.

The front of the door was overgrown with weeds and looked barren. But the bamboo fence has obviously been reinforced, and it is still strong, and there are traces of it being refilled.

Fang Zhan took a general look, took out the key, and opened the door, the door lock was obviously often moved, and it was not rusted, and it was easily opened.

Fang Zhan entered the courtyard and turned around to lock the door.

The yard is much cleaner, although it is not dusty, but it is well-behaved, and there is not a single weed. Fang Zhan took out the second key and opened the door.

Then anti-lock. This place is both familiar and strange to him, the memory before the age of five is very vague, and although he comes occasionally, he lacks a relatively clear memory after all.

Fang Zhan approached the bed step by step, and his heart suddenly jumped: "Is there a basement under the bed?"

The bed is made of evenly woven bamboo, which was made by his father Fang Ping. Fang Zhan came to the front and pulled open the bamboo bed, there were a lot of discarded sundries under the bed, Fang Zhan moved them one by one, there was no dust!

When all the clutter was removed, a secret door that could only be used by one person was revealed, and a lock was placed on the side of the door. Fang Zhan took out the third key, and because he was nervous, he tried it a few times before opening the lock. He lifted the secret door, and it was dark underneath, and a bamboo ladder and pestle were there. I looked left and right, and sure enough, I found a candle in the sundries, picked up the candle, broke the fire, and went down the ladder.

The bamboo ladder is not high, with a total of six steps, Fang Zhan quickly went down to the basement, lit a candle, and looked at the basement excitedly.

As the candlelight gradually lit up, the first thing that came into Fang Zhan's eyes was the portrait!

On the walls of the entire basement, except for one side by the bamboo ladder, there are six portraits hanging on the remaining three walls, two on each side.

Fang Zhan's heart was already in his throat, and he looked at the portrait carefully. After looking at it for a week, he was sure that the portrait was all the same person. A woman! A woman is very beautiful, beautiful like the moon, like water, like the mountains and flowers in spring, like the fire and sun in summer, like the maple red and frost white in autumn, and like the snow in winter. It was a woman who was breathtakingly beautiful but indescribable. A trembling voice in Fang Zhan's heart was about to shout: "This is ...... My mother? This ...... Is it really my mother?"

Before there was an answer, Fang Zhan looked at the portrait, but his eyes moistened unconsciously. The strong longing in his heart was right in front of him, and although he was not yet completely sure! But according to his intuition, or whether it was necessary to use intuition, anyone who came to this moment would intuitively affirm in his heart, and this was the answer that he had been thinking about for a long time, had been looking forward to it deeply, and had been bothered by it for many years.

Fang Zhan held the candle in his hand, unable to control it anymore, and tears burst down the embankment. He almost broke down and cried, muttering, "This is my mother, I know...... I know...... This is my mother!"

Ya'er's sad voice sounded: "Your mother...... It's really beautiful......"

Fang Zhan ignored Ya'er, he looked at the portraits one by one, and slowly calmed down as his mood calmed down. Start watching carefully.

After looking at it carefully, he found that each of these portraits had a relative inscription on it. And the payment time is sequential.

He walked to the first portrait on the left with a candle and looked at it carefully. The woman above the portrait is wearing a light blue dress, standing under the pear blossom, with her right hand on top of her left hand. The corners of his mouth smiled slightly, a little shy. Fang Zhan looked at it in a daze for a long time, then slowly moved his gaze and fell to the bottom. The first title under the portrait is accompanied by a poem, titled "First Encounter":

In March, the pear blossoms are as light as snow,

Riding on the streets with red clothes.

Smiling pears under Yingyingli,

In this life, I have no regrets.

March of the twelfth year of Wu Ling

Climb to the top and step on the capital of Shuo.

First encounter under the pear

After Fang Zhan finished reading, he came to the second portrait in turn, and the woman on the portrait was wearing a phoenix crown and a sweet smile on her face. The next title is accompanied by a poem, titled "Lianli":

The phoenix crown is light,

Jun looked at his wife and his eyes were confused.

Since then, hand in hand, the two are not separated,

The sun and the moon last forever, only you.

April of the twelfth year of Wu Ling

Set a lifetime and tie the knot in Qionghuazhou

No regrets in this life

Next is the middle wall, and in the third picture, the portrait of a woman dressed as an ordinary woman, not only does not affect the woman's refined beauty, but has a unique charm. The woman sits on a small bamboo stool, holding a bamboo strip in one hand and a half-woven bamboo basket in the other. The next title is accompanied by a poem, titled "The Sun and the Moon are Good":

A small bamboo basket made by hand,

Where in the world can you peek into the sky.

A cup of tea without wine,

Drunk and half a world fan.

September of the twelfth year of Wu Ling

Small days, autumn frost days

The years are quiet

In the fourth portrait, the woman is bent over, her hands clasped to her belly, and an angry smile on her face. The title is accompanied by a poem, and the title is "kicking":

The son kicks in the belly of the mid-frequency,

The mother bent over and laughed frequently.

He was born as a great husband,

The fists and feet moved.

February of the thirteenth year of Wu Ling

Good boy, one-footed skymight

Come out quickly

The fifth portrait on the right is a woman wrapped in a red scarf with a baby in her arms and tears streaming down her face. The title is accompanied by a poem, and the title is "Farewell":

October conceived child visited,

The mother gave up eight lives to change her son.

The Son came out of the sky and suddenly came to the world,

The flames burned down the house and buried it without a trace.

Mother chases father and son with a dharma instrument,

Nine thousand bamboo baskets are set to return.

Born frightened and helpless,

It's a long way off.

March of the thirteenth year of Wu Ling

Heaven and earth have changed, scolding God with tears

What is the use of champions

In the last portrait, the woman is dressed like the first one, holding a pear blossom in her hand, walking slowly with a smile of relief on her face. It's just that in the lower left corner of this portrait, the backs of two men, one large and one small, are drawn. I was looking in the direction the woman was coming back. The title is accompanied by a poem, the title is "Circle":

Ten miles away there is a bamboo hedge,

Jun brought his son to settle down in a new home.

The bamboo basket is woven with eight thousand four,

Don't forget the vow, reunion can be expected!

There was no time to settle the payment, and no other words were mentioned.

Fang Zhanzai carefully looked at the last portrait, and stood there in a daze, without speaking, without other expressions, as if a stone statue, motionless. I don't know how long it took, the candle flame snapped, and Fang Zhan raised his head violently.

Ya'er said softly: "Fang Zhan, don't be sad first, and then take a closer look, maybe there are other things related to your mother." ”

Fang Zhan seemed to be immersed in the past of his father and mother for many years, and when Ya'er reminded him, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My mother's ......" He couldn't continue, he didn't know what to say, it seemed that he just wanted to call this mother.

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