The cool breeze is blowing, the fragrance is fragrant, and there is a crisp chirping sound in the ears. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The darkness in front of him was torn apart, and in the sunlight, he saw the blue sky, the white clouds, the tall trees, the swaying straw hat, and ...... Bald old peasant!

Mo Yunfei turned over and sat up, and said angrily, "Who are you, what do you want to do?"

"Grandson," the old farmer put on a straw hat and smiled like a flower: "I am your ancestor!"

"I'm your ancestor!" Mo Yunfei yelled: "Curse people again, believe it or not, and beat you to death...... Not true!"

Mo Yunfei calmed down, and his previous memories surfaced in his mind. If he remembered correctly, he had seen this old farmer last night. A mouthful of "grandson" and "ancestor", he was so angry that he started beating people, and he woke up as soon as he grabbed the collar. In other words, it's just a dream?

Mo Yunfei was deflated all of a sudden, what did he and the NPC in the dream worry about. But why did I dream of the old farmer instead of Ning Lang?

He shuddered, ashamed of the dream. The old farmer kept looking at his arms and thighs, and smiled. Mo Yunfei got goosebumps when he saw it, so he had to get up and stay away from him. He looked into the distance, the wheat fields were endless, the breeze was blowing, and he could smell the fragrance of wheat. This dream is really realistic, I heard that people can do anything in their dreams, so I just want to test it.

"Ning Lang!!" Mo Yunfei looked up to the sky and shouted: "Come to my arms!"

The wind blows, and the silence is silent. The old farmer looked at Mo Yunfei blankly, and suddenly became depressed: "It turns out that my grandson in this generation has a mad disease. ”

"Die," Mo Yunfei looked at the old farmer with disdain and said, "It will take eight lifetimes to be born in your family as a grandson!"

"Ahhh But the eldest had just been born with a fever and died, and the baby was crying on the bed! I finally raised my second daughter, and I was robbed by the bandits who killed that day! The third child is a rare child, who knew that he was abducted by human traffickers at the age of two! The fourth child is the most sensible......

"Shutup!" Mo Yunfei said angrily, "Are you going to talk about all eight children?"

The old farmer stopped crying, looked at Mo Yunfei blankly and said, "Didn't I just talk about the fourth?"

"!" Mo Yunfei slapped his forehead hard, shook his head and said, "I can't communicate, I'd better find a way to go out by myself." ”

"Don't!" the old peasant grabbed him by the leg of his trousers and begged bitterly, "Grandson, I am really your ancestor!"

"Get out of the way!" Mo Yunfei pulled his pants hard, in his dream, his clothes were the same as during the day, suit and bow tie leather shoes, if it wasn't for the belt, he would have been dragged off by the old farmer.

"Hell, why haven't you woken up yet?" Mo Yunfei bit his arm, the severe pain made his eyes black, but he never woke up.

The pants gradually slipped down, revealing red panties tattooed with a golden dragon.

"This dream is terrifying!" Mo Yunfei wailed, giving up his intention to wake up with the pain, and instead defended his pants.

"Let go, let go, you let me go!"

"Uncle, I beg you to let go, can't you give you these pants?"

"Ancestor, you are my ancestor!"

The old farmer's hand was released, and Mo Yunfei lost his balance on the spot, sitting on the ground with his buttocks, grinning in pain. The old farmer laughed: "You kid follow me! It's so similar to even squatting with a butt!"

"You, can you speak Mandarin?" Mo Yunfei gasped and said, "Uncle, I really don't understand what you're talking about." ”

"Mandarin?" the old peasant pondered, "Does it mean the official language?

Mo Yunfei said frantically: "Then can you be standard? Don't move around, it's 'me', 'ah', 'ah', 'mile'! Which mountain village did you run from? This dialect is too strong!"

"I'm Xinyeli!" The old farmer smiled: "Grandson, when will we have time to go back and worship our ancestors?

Mo Yunfei pondered: "Xinye, is it the place where Zhuge Liang burned Xinye?"

The old farmer nodded and said proudly: "Our house is in the north of the city, and there is a Wubai Temple at the door, which is easy to recognize!"

Mo Yunfei frowned and said: "Xinye is under the jurisdiction of Nanyang, Nanyang borders Xiangyang, I have been to Xiangyang, at least more than five hundred kilometers away from Nanjing. In that case, how could you, a Nanyang man hundreds of kilometers away, run into my dream?"

"I'm Xinye!" The old farmer said solemnly: "Grandson, our family is in Xinye." ”

Mo Yunfei went crazy again: "That's not the point! The point is why you appeared in my dream?"

The old farmer shook his head and said, "I don't understand, I was sleeping soundly in the peace lock, but I was suddenly awakened, and when I opened my eyes, I saw you." Although he is wearing the clothes of foreigners, but looking at these arms and legs, he is still the kind of our old Mo family!"

Mo Yunfei stared at the old farmer in front of him and said, "You are from the Qing Dynasty?"

The old farmer bared his teeth and smiled: "I am a member of the Great Qing Kingdom, and you will be killed at that time." ”

Mo Yunfei was interested, the first time he met a ghost, not only was it not scary, but even a little funny. He looked at the old peasant's thin arm and asked, "Uncle...... Ancestor, what year were you born and what year did you die? Did anything happen at that time?"

The old farmer looked up at the sky, sighed faintly, and said endless vicissitudes: "I have endured all the hardships in my life, it can be said that I sweated and dried my tears, and in the end I had to die well, and I was killed by those bandits." When I was born, your distant ancestor died of tuberculosis, and the burden of the family fell on the shoulders of my mother, that is, your distant grandmother. She sewed and mended, supported the family by working for other people's homes, I secretly cut pigweed for her, and she twisted my ears and sent them to the private school. When I think of those days, I am bitter ......"

The old farmer wiped his tears and kept talking. Mo Yunfei was about to cry, this uncle talked for a long time about the hard days of the year, and he didn't know what era this master was.

Seeing that the old farmer was still telling the story of how he went to chop wood when he was five years old, Mo Yunfei finally couldn't help but exclaim: "Ancestor!

The old farmer was stunned for a moment, and said: "You child is too impatient, I was born on the sixth day of the first month of the fifth year of Tongzhi, and I belong to the tiger." When I died, it was about the thirteenth day of the thirty-fourth month of Guangxu, and I remember that the day after I heard that the saint and Lafayette had died, the bandits in the west entered the village to rob and kill people when they saw them, and that miserable ......"

"It turned out to be the end of the Qing Dynasty. Mo Yunfei shook his head, quite disappointed. At first, he thought that this old farmer was a ghost like the Tang, Song, Yuanming, and the like, but later he thought it was the era of Kangxi, Yongzheng, and Qianlong. The end of the Qing Dynasty is too close, and listening to the words of this old peasant, he is in the village until he dies, and he is really useless.

The old farmer saw Mo Yunfei shaking his head, and said nervously: "Don't you believe it? I am really your ancestor! The peace lock you wear around your neck is what I bought for 50 yuan back then, and I asked the land master to open it! ”

Liezu?Mo Yunfei frowned and said, "What is this name?

The old farmer said very seriously: "This is a generation, everyone has parents, parents are grandparents, and then up are great-grandfathers, high ancestors, heavenly ancestors, martyrs, ancestors, distant ancestors, and originators." I've calculated, twenty years later, I happen to be your grandfather. According to the rules of the older generation, you should be called my Taizu, and I should call you Rensun, but this is not kind, so let's call it the ancestor and grandson!"

When he was a child, he once fanned about his ancestors, wearing battle armor and carrying spears, galloping across thousands of armies and horses, and the enemy fled in the hope of the wind; otherwise, he would be a lupine scarf to guide the country, live above the temple and determine the world, and be admired by all the people; he really couldn't be like his grandfather, go out and work hard in the tide of the times, seize the opportunity to make a fortune, and shelter future generations.

This old man in the countryside who speaks in dialects is also worthy of being his ancestor?

The old farmer didn't know what Mo Yunfei was thinking, and he was still chattering: "Our old Mo family has been passed down for seven generations, and it hasn't even opened a branch, which is also an evil door." Sun Tzu, choose a good day another day, let's go back to Xinye together and worship our ancestors. Ask the ancestors to bless our Mo family, ask the ancestors to bless our Mo family with prosperity, and ask the ancestors to bless our Mo family with good health. ”

As he spoke, the old peasant knelt on the ground and began to bow down to the sky. Mo Yunfei smiled dumbly: "This is not an ancestral tomb, is it useful for you to kowtow?"

"Bah, bah!" The old peasant hurriedly spatted three times on the ground, clasped his hands together and said: "The ancestors are above, this doll is young and ignorant, and I hope that the ancestors have spirits in the sky, don't hold grudges." ”

Mo Yunfei snorted, turned around to find the exit, everything that should be known knows, stay here and kowtow to him?

I don't know how long he walked on the ridge, Mo Yunfei always circled by the wheat field. He was furious, grabbed a piece of stump and smashed it into the wheat field, and the voice of the old farmer came from behind him: "Grandson, do you want to go out?"

"Nonsense!" Mo Yunfei scolded: "Who wants to stay in this ghost place all the time?"

The old farmer said in a low voice: "Then I will send you back, grandson, remember to tell your father, go to worship the ancestral grave early, I haven't seen my hometown for more than a hundred years, I really want to die." ”

Mo Yunfei was silent, his body gradually became transparent, and a gust of wind blew it into the sky. In the blue sky and white clouds, he saw the old farmer standing alone, like a scarecrow.

......

"Look!" four or five wild cats jumped out of the garbage cans and sprang to the wall of the alley, staring warily below. Mo Yunfei sat up suddenly, his hand supporting the ground and panting violently, his right hand reached for the collar and pulled out a jasper safety lock strung with red thread. This peace lock was given by grandpa on his deathbed, and he didn't say that there were ghosts in it!

His fists gradually clenched, and when he thought of the old ghost who forced him to call him Ancestor, Mo Yunfei gritted his teeth with hatred. Can a lonely ghost be an ancestor of a man without evidence and without evidence? This is trampling on the dignity of men!

He unlocked the safety lock and staggered to his feet, the sky was already dark, and there were few pedestrians on the side of the road. Mo Yunfei held the peace lock, aimed at the trash can in front of him, and the moment he was about to fall out, an indifferent voice sounded behind him: "Do you plan to destroy your ancestors?"

Mo Yunfei's body froze, and a slender and white hand sank into his fist like a phantom, and gently removed the clenched peace lock. Behind him, Su Ye stared at the turquoise peace lock in his palm and smiled slightly: "Boss Mo, I haven't seen you for a hundred and sixty years." ”