Chengtian Ba ​​Suo

In the final moment, a moment feels like countless years.

Maybe it's a way to determine the universe, maybe it's a fantasy, or maybe it's the real future.

I saw a small mountain village, just like the one I stayed in when I was a child.

The surrounding world is green, like grass sprouts growing in the sky.

I saw an old man and instinctively knew that he looked like Yang, and my surname was Yang.

He was wearing an acrylic suit and a mahogany walking stick with a dragon head. When others were carrying hoes, sweating in summer and shaking in winter, and busy digging the ground, he was planting flowers.

That flower is a rose.

Every once in a while, he would prune, deworm, water and fertilize these roses in the field at the entrance of the village.

I have heard many people say that this is a waste of land and that it will be punished by God.

He never paid attention to other people's words. During the drought, every family could not receive food, but his Qiangwei still survived alone.That flat road was built by him with money, and he repairs it every year.

With a radius of dozens of miles, this road is the most pointed.He treats this road and these two rose fields more carefully than he treats himself.

His eyes kept looking at the intersection, as if he was waiting for something.I turned my head and looked a few times, but couldn't see anything.

One day, the door of his room was closed, but he walked out like a ghost.He walked quietly, ignoring the people who greeted him, let alone looking at the scenery on the side of the road.

He kept walking until he came to the patch of roses.

He stood among the flowers, still looking at the road that was built every year, motionless, like a sculpture.

Children are mostly curious.A child who followed asked him curiously: Mr. Yang, what are you looking at?

The moment the child spoke, I saw his body tremble suddenly.That kind of trembling is not trembling, but like a wave.A child's words are like a stone thrown into a lake, creating a series of ripples on him.

His distorted mouth was slightly opened, his eyes were wide open, and his hands were slowly raised, slightly opened, as if to grab something.

I followed his hand and saw a figure in the distance.And at this moment, a slight "pop" sounded.When I heard the voice and turned around, he disappeared...

How old was a child, what could he think of at that time?I think there will only be one word, ghost.

If he had grown up, he might have added an extra word, hell.

The child stood there blankly, letting the old military green sail bag in his hand fall off his arm and slap on the ground.

I don't know how long it took before I heard a nice voice behind him: "Little brother, is this Yangjiacun?"

I turned around and saw a young woman.She is very beautiful, with long hair and a white gauze skirt, like a fairy.Moreover, I feel that she is very familiar, so familiar that when I see her, I feel an indescribable agitation in my heart.

The child standing among the flowers and asking questions subconsciously nodded, pointing to the smooth road: go there.

She patted the child's head with a smile: Thank you.

After that, she looked at the rose fields on the left and right, and smiled even more happily.She lowered her head, revealing her beautiful dimples: Are these two roses from a person named Yang?

The child nodded, and let out an uh, perhaps because he remembered the scene where the old man disappeared like a ghost before.

The girl smiled and patted his head again, then walked briskly towards the village.I followed her unconsciously, like going to the village.Then, I heard many people shouting: Mr. Yang is gone!Mr. Yang is gone!

People from every household came out of the house with expressions of astonishment and bewilderment.

The woman was also shocked, and even walked faster.She walked past countless people she didn't know and walked into a courtyard.

In the yard, there is a very tall jujube tree, which bears jujubes every year and is smashed down by the children of the village with bricks, branches and sticks.There were many times when the mess would fall over the tall branches and into his house with a snap.That was the sound of his roof tiles being smashed again.

But the child is never afraid, because he never blames it for it.After hearing the sound, he would happily come out of the house with a cigarette in one hand, exhale large and small smoke rings, and then chuckle at the group of friends: Little naughty monkey, wait...

What the children waited for was him holding a long bamboo pole, and he planted countless sweet jujubes.

Sometimes, some children would hold jujubes and watch the old man spit out eye circles while eating.Sometimes, I would ask him: Grandpa Yang, is this cigarette good?

He patted the children's heads with a smile and said: Children, don't ask so many questions.

There are also many times, he will suddenly put the cigarette in his hand and watch, quietly and silently.His face was always full of confusion, as if his soul had been lost.

There are green and red jujubes, the red ones are sweet, and the green ones... have a kind of astringency, a kind of sourness, and a kind of readiness.It is nostalgia, a kind of thought.

There were a lot of people in the yard, and the piles of white cloth made the sound of squeak, which was the women in the village making filial cloth.The white coarse cloth was torn into strips and sewn into pieces.Many old people looked at the neatly piled filial cloth, sighed, picked it up and put it on their bodies.His mourning hall is located in the courtyard.

Perhaps because it was too sudden and there was no coffin, I saw him lying in the mourning hall, still wearing the blue cloth shoes with blue silk patterns.

I saw again, a beautiful woman, standing at the door of the mourning hall, watching quietly, motionless.I think no one knows who she is, but no one will object to her paying tribute to the old man.

Her beauty caused a sensation in the village, and many men stared at her intently because of amazement and longing.Many women stared at her intently because of envy and jealousy.

There was a noise in the yard, and then, a large group of people came in from outside.Then, a group of people came in carrying wreaths and spirit banners.

I heard those well-dressed people say: Everyone must be notified about this matter, and everyone in the nearby villages must be notified.The leaders of the county will be here soon, so go back and pick them up with Secretary Zhang.Also, the matter of the coffin must be done properly. The best material and the best carpenter can be used in the shortest time, so that the funeral cannot be delayed.The county attaches great importance to this matter. It is said that even leaders from the city and province are coming.If it doesn't work well, you and I have to step down.The person next to him nodded repeatedly, looking serious, like a student.

At this moment, those people all saw the woman standing in front of the mourning hall.They froze for a moment, and then someone asked: Who is this woman?

No one could answer, and the child who was asking the question before was on the sidelines. With some courage, he shouted: "She knows Grandpa Yang, he came from outside!"

Those people froze again and looked at each other.The person who spoke before whispered a few words to the people around him, but no one in the group stepped forward to ask questions, they all stood in front of the mourning hall and just watched.Only the child ran to his mourning hall and saw him wearing a suit of acrylic cloth, well-cut, with patterns embroidered on the edges.

He was lying there, I couldn't see his face, I could only see his big hands yellowed by smoking all the year round.

The child walked up to the fairy sister, looked at her, and then at him.Sister, are you Grandpa Yang's granddaughter?he asks.

She laughed, this was the first time she laughed in front of the mourning hall, and only this time.

no.She replied these two words, then took the child's hand and walked to him with her.She just looked at him lying on the bier, motionless, with a smile on her face.But laughing and laughing, tears flowed down.

The slightly salty stuff fell into the eye sockets, onto the bridge of the nose, dripped from the chin, and landed on the child's upturned face.

Very cool and very fragrant.

Maybe that child never knew that what comes out of people's eyes can emit fragrance.

It's like sand getting into the belly of an oyster. After a long time, it becomes a pearl.

So, he touched the tears on his face in surprise, and looked at all this with curious eyes.

I'm late... she said suddenly.The voice is crisp and sweet, like the sound of a fairy.

I looked at her, listened to her, and suddenly felt like my heart was blocked.

She then said the second sentence: I found the fairy fruit, but, but...

Her tears flowed more and more, and she was unable to speak.She took out half of the jade hairpin from her pocket, gently opened his already stiff hand, and put the jade hairpin there.Then, hold it so tightly.

When he was buried, many people came, most of them in cars.There are young and old, men and women.The painting circles filled the entire yard, and I couldn't put them down, so I removed the old ones and replaced them with new ones.

This is a grand event, which shocked the surrounding area for nearly a thousand miles.Everyone knows that when Mr. Yang in Yangjia Village passed away, many people came to pay their respects.When he was buried, the woman stood beside him.No obstruction, no words, just as quiet as a dead man.

That stop is seven days.

Seven days after his burial, there was a night of heavy rain.A thunderstorm sounded in the sky, and the bombed houses seemed to be shaking.The rain, like rivers pouring down from the sky, crackled like firecrackers, crackling the roof.

The dense thunder and lightning are spectacular and extremely terrifying.It is still thousands of miles away, and it is in front of you in an instant.

You can only see a light, with a meander, and the cloud that tears the sky falls.

Ray, it doesn't matter.

Rain doesn't matter either.

Because there appeared a light.It traveled thousands of miles into the sky, fell from the sky, and landed on the cemetery.At that moment, the ground trembled.hold head high!

A strange roar came from the center of the light.That voice was full of extreme sadness, with an indescribable shrillness.Among them, there seems to be a child-like cry.Like a baby, the grief of being abandoned by its parents.

When the light disappears, everything disappears.

She disappeared, and his tomb was completely opened, and it was scorched black from the inside to the outside.Everything was gone, leaving only a big pit and a few deep cracks in the cemetery.Is this hallucination?

Looking at those cracks, I seemed to see a giant dragon with blood and tears, sadly carrying her and him, rushing towards the green sky.

So familiar, where have I seen them before?

Maybe... I really saw it...

In the sky, it seemed as if blood-colored fireworks could be seen blooming.

Countless years in an instant collapsed at this moment, and darkness enveloped everything.