Chengtian Ba ​​Suo

Your grandson is Yang Tianyou, I am not him.

My grandson is indeed Yang Tianyou, and you are Yang Tianyou.Grandpa Shi stood up and walked in front of me. He is not very tall, but when he really stands in front of you, he is like a mountain that you have to look up to.

With his hands behind his back, he hunched his back slightly like an ordinary old man, but his eyes and words were full of firmness: You are my grandson, even if it is your mother, you can't change it!

Yeah?I looked at him and asked: Then why don't you tell me everything?Why didn't you directly stop my mother from killing me?

Grandpa Shi's expression changed a little. Before he could speak, I continued: Because you don't know how to choose.It's just that I was brought up by you, and I have a deeper relationship with you than "Yang Tianyou".But your real grandson is him, not me.So you can only wait passively, as long as my mother doesn't kill me in front of you, you will definitely not stop me, right?

Grandpa Shi stared at me without saying a word.His eyes were sharp, but I had nothing to fear.Now that all mysteries are about to be revealed, what am I afraid of?

Losing my head is only a scar the size of a bowl, not to mention that I am relatively thin, maybe the scar is not as big as a bowl!

You are indeed not him... Grandpa Shi finally sighed and said: But what you understand is only a part, not all.Basuo is in control of the secrets. Your mother was very knowledgeable when she was young. If it was just to get revenge on your grandma, she wouldn't have to bother her so much.Revenge is only part of it, and the real mystery has not yet been revealed.

What is the real answer?Don't say anything to me anymore, don't worry, I don't need this.If you can't tell me, I'll go to her and ask her face to face.

She won't tell you.

how about you?

Grandpa Shi was silent for a while, I didn't rush, just waited quietly.After a while, he sighed heavily and said: That's all, so what if I tell you.Your family, all...

I am not from this family.I countered.

Grandpa Shi's voice paused, his face was not very good-looking, as if he was a little angry.After another meeting, he continued: If you want to know the truth, stop talking about who you are.If you are not my grandson, what right do you have to talk to me!

As soon as he heard this, he knew that Grandpa Shi was really angry.

Although I still felt stuffy in my heart, I didn't say any more. Instead, I sat on the chair and waited for Grandpa Shi to speak.

Grandpa Shi sat across from me, his complexion was a little gloomy, and he looked at me a little strangely.After waiting for a few minutes, he said slowly: This matter starts with your father...

Father?I was a little surprised.

For my father, I have only one impression.

silence.

constant silence

forever only silence

As long as I can remember, I have rarely seen him speak.He only listened to his grandfather's reprimands and the conversations of the villagers, but hardly spoke.

When I was young, I often saw him sitting at the door with his legs together and a cigarette in his hand.When he remembered, he took a puff, but most of the time, he just held the cigarette between his fingers, looking out in a daze.

Like that, very down and out.

Later, he took me out of the village and went to the city.There, he talked a little more and joked with others.But when he came home, he often sat in the study quietly in a daze.

That study room, in my eyes when I was a child, was a little scary.

Because there is only silence, only dullness.

Later, my grandfather passed away, and my father took me back to my hometown.

Along the way, he did not speak.

Back home, still did not speak.

It's just that when he saw Grandpa's body, his eyes turned red, and he sighed, then turned and went out the door.

He went to the field to pick some ears of wheat, pushed them away in front of Grandpa's body, and then shook them to the ground.Then, he picked up the wheat kernels one by one and ate them, crying while eating.

To this day, I can't understand what he was doing.

After grandpa went to the ground, my father put away all the books in the house and burned them in front of the grave.

Not a single copy is kept.

Grandpa Shi didn't stop him, he just squatted beside him and sighed deeply.

I thought it was all grandfather's relics and should be burned.But now it seems that this should not be.

Because this family is of the same line as Basuo, those ancient books all represent an ancient inheritance, how can they be destroyed.

In this regard, the father never explained.

In silence, he took me away from my hometown again and never went back.

And when he was 52 years old, he got a serious illness and passed away.

Before he died, I sat with him in the hospital bed.

It was night, the neon lights were shining outside the window, and there was a lot of traffic and traffic.At night, we are talking about lively topics and talking endlessly in front of us.

My father was wearing a gray T-shirt. He was already too thin.

He looked out the window and said: It's dark again...

I hummed, and he said again: Another day has passed...

I didn't respond because I heard him say: I can't wait for this year's Mid-Autumn Festival...

Hearing this sentence, my tears fell almost instantly.The feeling of sadness is indescribable.I don't know how to comfort him, because I don't even know how to comfort myself.I could only look at him, resisting the sore nose, and said: It’s okay, I’m sure I’ll be able to live well, live well...

He was still looking out of the window, lost in thought, and murmured: I can't see the wheat at home...

I have never felt that he was so vulnerable.

Even if he is in his hometown, even if he is scolded by his grandfather like a grandson, he is still a man in my heart.But now, he has become weak and short, as if at that moment, he was going to leave me and never come back.

That night, he sat on the hospital bed, looking at the light outside the window.Just like that, in a daze, in a daze...

At the last moment, he stretched out his hand tremblingly and handed me a jade pendant.

It's a family heirloom...you keep it.His weak voice, small and barely audible.

I held the jade pendant tightly in my hand and lay down in front of him, weeping but not speaking.Because I was afraid that when I opened my mouth, I couldn't help crying.

My father was lying on the hospital bed, covered with a thin quilt, his dull eyes were looking up, as if he was muttering to himself or talking to someone.However, I only saw his lips trembling, and he couldn't hear what he said.

Finally, he seemed to close his eyes.

But the eyes were only half closed, and they never moved again.

His lips parted slightly, as if he still had some words to say, but those words could not be uttered anymore.

From that moment on, I knew that a world in my heart had collapsed, it was dark, and it was gone...

Sometimes I also wonder whether my father is dead or not.

If so, what regrets do you have?

Who was he talking to in his last silent words?

What are you talking about again?

There are no answers to these, because he left, and passed away three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Since then, in my life, there will always be a person named father missing.

But now, Grandpa Shi mentioned him again.

I was eager to know what he was going to say.

Your father, is a good man.Grandpa Shi said, he sighed, seemingly helpless: but he is just an ordinary person, he can understand, but he can't stop it.A secular man who combines with a practitioner is destined to be sad.

I understand what Grandpa Shi said.

As an ordinary person, it may be a great joy to be married to a fairy-like figure like my mother.

But actually, how happy is he?

His whole life was spent in solitude.

There are no birds in the same forest, nor do they fly separately, there are only so close to each other.Even when he left, his mother didn't come, what a tragic thing for a man, a father.

Your father is sick.Grandpa Shi said: Although his family does not practice spiritual practice, it is as if they have been condemned by God. No man has ever lived beyond the age of 52.It is also because of this that your mother is willing to have a wedding with him and give birth to you.

Why?I was inexplicably surprised.

Because my father won't live long, so I asked him to marry and have children?

What's the reason for this?

In my opinion, the mother is sick, crazy!

And what does this event represent?

It means that you can hardly live past 52.Grandpa Shi said.

Like a lightning strike, I was stunned on the spot.Then, Grandpa Shi said: In addition, you go to the underworld to bring out the soul, and your life will be reduced by at least ten years.Perhaps, you live to be 40 years old at most.

40 years old... Isn't that only ten years to live?

This news is like a very healthy person who suddenly learns that he has terminal cancer.

a bolt from the blue!

Why?I asked in some confusion.

Because the world has changed again, according to your mother's plan, it will only be ten years.Grandpa Shi said.

Mother's plan?What does this have to do with me?

Eight cables and one pulse, walking on behalf of the sky.But the law of heaven, the responsibility is heavy and the life is short.Grandpa Shi said: "The eight cables are in the same vein, and no one has ever lived a long life."Everyone will gradually lose their power in their old age, and they will be worse than ordinary people.In your lineage, there are very few people who have lived past the age of 85.

Why?I am even more confused.

That's why your mother thinks that Basuo's lineage has gone the wrong way.She wants to overthrow everything, bring everything back to life, and be liberated.Grandpa Shi said.

What does this have to do with me?Why did she look for a short-lived person like her father?I asked very puzzled.

Because your mother speculated that when the world changes, everything will return to the beginning.Basuo Yimai was born from the sky, so it will naturally return to the sky at that time.Therefore, you must die, and you must die before the world changes.

I was a little shocked, but more still puzzled: why?I still do not get it.

Grandpa Shi looked at me, sighed, and said: Your practice is still short, and you don't know much.But your mother is different, she has cultivated seven or eight of the essence of Basuo.

When talking about this, Grandpa Shi suddenly changed the subject and asked: Do you know why bringing that kid's soul back to the world will shorten his lifespan?

Because he violated the will of heaven, Tian Gang wanted to punish him.I replied.

That's right.Grandpa Shi nodded and said: This proves that in the heavenly principles, the dead cannot be brought back to life.It can be deduced from this that a person cannot die a second time.If this kind of thing happens, it is tantamount to violating the law of heaven, and some people will be punished by heaven.