I rewrote family history

Chapter 119 The Boy in the Photo Is Not You

"You forgot to bring the lantern..."

Both of them were hiding something on their minds.Xu Cong was thinking about Chen Xian'an, and his mind was a little distracted. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that Qiu He had already walked a dozen steps with his skirt up.He quickly chased after him and shouted.

"No need, I've walked this street several times, and the road is familiar, so I don't need to light up the lanterns anymore."

"Today's moonlight is also good. Look, the moon looks like the jade plate that the Zhao family put in their study. The moonlight is enough, I don't need to turn on the lamp..."

After Qiu He left these few words, he walked around the end of the street and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

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modern.

On the construction site, the night shift just got off.

Xu Jianwen walked to the small shop and bought a bottle of iced black tea for four yuan.He tilted his neck back, gulping down half of the iced drink.He didn't stop pouring water until he felt that his stomach was full of water, and the hot sweat that had leaked out was sticky and sticky to the vest.

Appeal!
He took a long breath of relief.

While exhaling, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his wife walking from the neon street.

"You and Qing'er are in conflict again." Xu Qing's mother stared at Xu Jianwen's cheeks dripping with sweat, but there was no expression of concern or distress on her face.Just came over and said hello calmly.

This is true of couples who have been married for a long time.

"Nothing. The child has grown up..."

Xu Jianwen shook his head, and he stuffed half a bottle of one-liter iced tea into his pocket.He stared at her, and she stared at him.The two looked at each other, said nothing, and walked to the barbecue stall in the night market.

Xijing Night Market has a lot of snacks.Fried chicken, grilled skewers, stir-fried sweet potato noodles, iced sour plum soup, bacon flatbread, shabu shabu, everything.

"Two bowls of Huitong noodles, with spinach..."

Xu Jianwen ordered another meal.

Huitong noodles are just ordinary home-cooked noodles, nothing particularly outstanding.The reason for this name is that making this noodle originated from Huitong Cross in Xianyang.There are usually two types of Huitong noodles, ordinary hand-rolled noodles and hand-rolled noodles with spinach added to make the whole body green.

In a short while, two bowls of noodles in paper bowls were brought up by the paving boss.

When Huanglianpo's wife brought the noodles, she picked one-third of the bowl for him, poured him another bowl of noodle soup, stirred the noodles, and then started talking, "What about Grandpa Ni?" Take it easy, it's good that we can pay part of the medical expenses, there's no need to ask for leave and make a special trip..."

Although the husband and wife both work in Xijing, Xu Jianwen is a tower crane and has to go with the construction site, so the two do not live together.Therefore, what happened in the past three to five days was only recently known to Xu Qing's mother.

"Eat noodle."

Xu Jianwen said these two words briefly, and did not say another word.

He stared at the paper bowl, concentrating on eating the noodles.

The old man is his grandfather, not Xu Qing's mother's grandfather.Without him and Xu Qing, the old man would be just a stranger compared to his wife.It is obviously unrealistic to expect a stranger.He is for everyone, she is for Xiaojia, both are for family, there is no need to be angry.

Finished two bowls of noodles.

After Xu Jianwen paid the bill, he glanced at his wife, "You go back first, I still have something to do."

The woman stared at the man in front of her for a few moments, didn't say much, nodded silently, and blended into the passers-by at the night market.

A cigarette was lit, and Xu Jianwen sat by the roadside stall and smoked slowly.

One after another....

When he walked to the hospital, there were only a few scattered cigarettes left in his arms, which was half a pack of cigarettes.

He stopped in front of the inpatient department and snuffed out the burning cigarette butt between his fingers.

"Grandpa, the person in the photo...is Teacher Yu, no, it's the person named Yu Qing, he's not you, he's Yu Qing, why did you choose to lie to my old aunt, and Qing'er and the others?"

The door of Ward 315 was pushed open, Xu Jianwen looked at the old man who was still asleep, and asked his doubts.

That photo was sent to Xu Qing immediately after he took the photo in the school history museum. At that time, he didn't know whether the boy in the photo was the old man or something else, but he subconsciously thought it was the old man.But afterwards, he showed the photo to the old guard.

"The boy squatting in the middle is Teacher Yu."

In the school guard room, the old man lying on the rocking chair said so.

The old gatekeeper is a disciple of Teacher Yu, and he remembers Teacher Yu's appearance.So this should not be false.

As for why the old lady Xu Rong didn't recognize her... it's not difficult to guess.The old man has always been alive, and he has always been this old face in people's impressions.But Yu Qing died earlier, and his appearance was fixed in the memory of the students at the age of 60 or [-], not much changed from the boy in the photo...

"Jianwen, did you just come back from work?"

"It smells like smoke."

Xu Cong, who was lying on the hospital bed, did not rush to answer, he reprimanded Xu Jianwen first.

He hates smokers.I've hated it since I was a kid.

Xu Jianwen choked for a moment, took two sips of iced tea in his pocket, and suppressed the smell of cigarettes in his mouth.

"When I was young, I was often curious about my father's cigarette pot. Once, during his lunch break, I stole his cigarette pot while he was not paying attention. I imitated my father's appearance, filled tobacco leaves, lit cigarettes, and smoked. I I took a sip, I feel uncomfortable because of the smoke..."

"Father enjoys smoking so much, it's impossible for me to feel uncomfortable. I imitated my father's appearance, knocked on the pipe pot, and then smoked again. Heh! After smoking, it still smells the same. From then on, from the bottom of my heart, I love Smoking is always uninteresting."

While talking, Xu Cong had already tremblingly got off the bed, and he sat on the wheelchair leaning against the bed.Then he pushed the wheelchair with both hands to the window sill.When he got here, he would feel a lot more comfortable if he breathed a little fresh air.

Xu Jianwen also followed, holding the wheelchair carefully.

"Let me tell you a story."

"After listening, you may understand."

Pulling the curtains, Xu Cong looked at the city that never sleeps in the distance, and sighed.

He buried a box in Hongwen Hall and hid some photos.

But this photo, it seems... It will be hard to see the light of day after all.

"Grandpa, say it."

"Jianwen has been listening."

Xu Jianwen followed the old man's gaze for a few times, but didn't see anything strange.He pulled a Maza, sat beside the old man, and nodded heavily.

He came over to say that the photo was "fake", not to question the old man.For this matter, there is not much need for questioning.He came here only because the matter was "false" and he was curious, so he came to ask and find out the old man's truth in the middle of the night when no one was around.

He is still Rao Knee's grandson.

The insidiousness of society cannot be brought home.

"In the winter of the second year of Xuantong, the old man of the Xu family died. On the day when he woke up, a small long-term worker looked at the young master with a long-life lock around his neck and turned away silently. He saw the candy paper in the young master's hand, but he still left. He's playing around with the tiger, and he doesn't dare to have anything to do with the young master anymore..."

"The young master found the young master one day and asked him why he was avoiding him. The young master looked at the young master who was about the same height as him, but just shook his head dumbly, and refused to say anything. When I was young, I grew up, and I had to understand the rules. We were playmates when we were young, and when we grow up, he is the master."

"Since then, the young master and the young worker have never spoken again."

"At the beginning of the fourth year of Xuantong, the young master cut his braids and hid in the house, and he didn't dare to come out. There was a lot of noise outside. After a while, the young master got married... and Mrs. Tian looks really good-looking. The young master who is married is right The little Changgong became more indifferent. The little Changgong hated the master, and he was looking forward to the death of the master all the time. It was also that year that the rebellious soldiers broke one of my father's legs..."

"The white wolf is here. They attacked Xinye County, and then swept the village. The big worm and the little long-term worker saw an opportunity, and they planned to go to the white wolf. The little long-term worker was strictly watched by his family. He missed the time and failed to run. The big worm left. He left without a word."

"Little Changgong continued to live his hard life. About when, before he married his wife, it should be. The young master came back from the foreign school, and the big worm also came back. The big worm killed the young master with a single shot. It turned out that he ran to The fallen grass on the mountain turned into bandits, and became a robber blocking the way, the real king of the mountain. On the day he killed the young master, the tiger rushed into the Xu family's back house, and he insulted young lady Tian..."

"The little long-term worker also entered the back house..."

Under the silent moonlight, Xu Cong talked about the past.

"Grandpa, is this little long-term worker you?"

Xu Jianwen was surprised.

The past that the old man talked about tonight is completely different from the previous ones.He is obviously one person, how could he have two different lives.This is absolutely impossible.

"Yes, it's not..."

Xu Cong shook his head.

He didn't know that at the moment of his death, his soul entered the body of a fox.Or, from head to toe, it's all vain.Xu Er's fool has always been just Xu Cong.After all, Dad's leg was indeed broken, and the young master in the photo was Yu Qing, not him.

"Who is that boy selling persimmons?"

Xu Jianwen remembered something the old man mentioned.

In October of the third year of Xuantong, on the day of winter, the old man met a young man selling persimmons and took pity on him once.

If there is one common point of many stories, it is undoubtedly here.

Memories of chaos are not headless.

"He? Maybe it's me too."

Xu Cong peeled an orange and ate it carefully. His dentures had been removed, and he couldn't bite the orange. He could only use the pressure of his mouth to squeeze out the juice.

He recalled the boy he met across the street from Hongwen Hall.

But I couldn't remember the boy's face.

Fox's memory is not very good.In another time and space, this has been the first time in two or three years.It never met the boy selling persimmons again.Human life is worthless, maybe he is dead.The white wolf made a mess, and many people died, and all of them were dead bodies.

"He's Yu Qing... Teacher Yu?"

Xu Jianwen, who had been impacted by the flow of information for a long time, immediately had a bold idea.

The boy selling persimmons is Yu Qing!
The person who was truly pitied was not Yu Qing, but the old man.

"no, he is not."

Xu Cong continued to shake his head, "I can't remember who he is. When people are old, they tend to forget things. If Yu Qing were me, I would have died long ago. If I were Yu Qing, the boy in this photo...is me gone."

As soon as these words came out, Xu Jianwen immediately destroyed the absurd thoughts in his mind.

The old man cannot be Yu Qing.

The boy in the photo is Yu Qing, not the old man.

"Grandpa, which story is true?"

Xu Jianwen was a little bit crazy.

It is impossible for a person to have two different lives.And what the old man said is so true...

No matter which period of life experience, he can't see the truth or falsehood.

"Jianwen, fetch me some willow sticks."

Xu Cong gave an order.

A small bundle of wicker was quickly placed in front of him.He touched the wicker with his hand, and a strong sense of familiarity came to his heart again.He was the poor man who fled.He was weaving willow baskets, "Why are the true and false so clear, I'm already dying..."

If people face death calmly, everything will become calm.

Since he was prepared to die, it was unnecessary to distinguish who was "Xu Er Lengzi" and who was "Xu Cong".

"Yeah, the old man is dying..."

Xu Jianwen felt relieved when he heard this.

There is right and wrong in attachment, and that is young people.The world of adults always tends to be harmonious.It is meaningless to argue which side is true or false.

The two did not speak any more.

Although the old man didn't say anything about the real and fake photos just now, Xu Jianwen already understood it.It doesn't matter if the photo is real or not.Even if the boy in the photo is not the old man, so what?Who can prove that what the old man said is false?

False can't be true.

It's true.

Whether it's a small long-term worker, or a long-sleeved boy in a school.

The old man weaves willow baskets in the dark.

Xu Jianwen glanced at it, feeling bored.He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and played with it for a while.But soon he felt that it was not suitable to play with his mobile phone here, so he put it back.

He walked to the table next to the hospital bed and saw a sketchbook.

It's Xu Qing's handwriting.

He opened the sketchbook and read it word by word.After a long time, he sat back on Maza again, "Grandpa, why did you mention Qiu He so many times in your story?"

Xu Qing, who remembers things, may subconsciously ignore Qiu He.But as a reader of the story, he flipped through the pages, and quickly noticed the difference between this maid named "Qiuhe" and other maids.

The other maids, the old man took them all in one stroke.However, the word Qiuhe has been recorded at least ten times in sketchbooks.There should be a story in it, and he is also someone who has experienced it.

"she?"

Hands like dry bamboo pressed the willow branches on the willow basket, and Xu Cong's hand paused slightly, "I have friendship with the young master of the Zhao family, and she meets me more often..., the spring of the third year of the Republic of China , she redeemed herself, married a tinsmith, and after a year, she became pregnant and gave birth to Brother Pan and Brother Nian..."

The matter between him and Qiuhe was not very glorious, so it was difficult to tell others.Besides, Qiuhe is already married, she is not his private property, he has to be concerned about her name.Even if her person has been buried in the loess for many years.

(End of this chapter)