Chapter 233: The mysterious secret Zhou family holds a meeting

The next day, Zhou Cheng got up early one morning. Although he was scolded by his grandfather for no reason, he was confused and not very depressed. His grandfather has always loved him very much. He would not get angry for no reason. He should have done something wrong.

But he was still very strange. There were many shrines in his house, and there were even some strange things. When he was a child, he didn't understand the messy things at all. Even if he was already a monk at this time, he didn't know what it was. He only knew that his grandfather could not even show it to others, and he had occasionally bumped into it.

In this way, my grandfather should not have rejected these religious things, otherwise he would not have sacrificed his ancestors devoutly every year!

Standing in front of the huge banana tree at the door of the house, Zhou Cheng couldn't figure it out.

"Baby, are you getting up so early? Not having a good sleep is not good for your health!" Zhou Dad's voice came from behind. Zhou Cheng turned around and saw that his father was not even wearing his clothes, but he was carrying a hoe and going to the field to do his job.

The sky was not completely bright, and you could clearly see the white fish belly exposed in the sky. Every household began to rise and smoke to cook. But my father didn't even eat breakfast, so he had to go down to the ground to cook while the weather was getting cool.

"Dad, you've gone out to do work so early, don't be too tired. I'll go with you!" Zhou Cheng said as he was about to go into the house to get a hoe, but was stopped by Zhou's father!

"You are so frivolous, what can you do for me? Today I am going to your grandpa's house to hold the next meeting. You seemed to have messed with your grandpa last night. You go and have a look first, we'll go after dawn!"

Zhou's father also thought his son was innocent. Isn't it just a talisman? He was so frustrated? However, Zhou's father was more helpless about his father. He was like that back then, and now he was the same. He felt sorry for his son being scolded for no reason, but Zhou Cheng still had to ask Zhou Cheng to apologize. He didn't know what his old man would do today in anger.

"Okay. I'll go! Grandpa may be old and the elderly have that common problem!" Zhou Cheng didn't know how the honest grandpa he thought was so serious about a trivial matter. It seemed that he would have to be scolded.

My grandfather’s home is not far from Zhou Cheng’s family, just a few dozen meters away from Zhou Cheng’s family. In rural areas of southern Sichuan, all like to live together. If it weren’t for the large number of uncles in the family, maybe everyone would have lived in a house.

The terrain of my grandfather's house is relatively high, and more than 30 stone stairs make the house look taller than all the surrounding houses. The house is very strange. There is a house in front and a small courtyard facing the stone cliff behind. The house is naturally also a mud wall house, but it is not as mottled as my own, and it exudes an ancient atmosphere inside.

Zhou Cheng knew that his grandfather had the habit of getting up early to take care of the flowers and plants in the backyard, so he went straight to the backyard because of his poor health.

"Grandpa!" Zhou Cheng called softly, grandpa was afraid of quarrels.

The yard is not very big, but the most planted is spotted bamboo, also known as Xiangfei Bamboo. The small bamboo grows together in one cage, and the rest is orchid plants. Although the famous orchid is Clivia, there are countless orchids planted here, not planted alone, but all grow in the bamboo bushes.

Grandma used to suggest growing vegetables in the yard, but her grandfather scolded her and pushed her back, saying that it would ruin the artistic conception of the yard. Zhou Cheng was stupid at the time and didn't understand why an old farmer cared about the artistic conception so much!

"You're here?"

"Well, my grandson hit my grandfather last night, and I came to admit my mistake earlier today."

Grandpa Zhou’s name is Zhou Shiyu. Zhou Cheng still remembers that when he was watching TV series, he joked with several cousins ​​and cousins ​​that his grandfather was Fang Shiyu. As a result, all of them were ordered to kneel in a row by Grandpa Zhou, and they all beat him up.

In general, what Zhou Cheng struggled to understand is that his grandfather had the rigor and pursuit that did not belong to farmers.

Grandpa Zhou poked his head out of the bamboo forest, but he held a tube of bamboo in his hand. He looked at Zhou Cheng and said, "Sit with me first!"

There are three bamboo chairs with four legs on the backrest in one corner of the courtyard, and a bamboo smoke pole and a pot of tea are placed on the bamboo stool next to it. This is my grandfather’s favorite life.

Drink a pot of tea in the bamboo thirsty, and enjoy the world with you, me and him. A bamboo pole smokes up, swallows clouds and spits mist to the immortal family

"Cheng'er, you have grown up and learned a lot of things!" Grandpa Zhou took a knife next to the bamboo chair and began to remove the fur from the bamboo. Then he used an awl to make eight holes. Finally, he dredged the bamboo film that began to be removed from the inner cylinder wall of the bamboo to the sound hole and a simple bamboo flute came out.

"Come and try it! Grandpa taught you how to play the flute when he was a child, and I don't know if you have forgotten it over the years. Young people always pursue money, fame and fortune, which is not good!"

"The grandson dares not forget it! It's just that I haven't bragged for many years, and I can't help but get rid of it, haha!"

Zhou Cheng took over his disciple and saw that it was his grandfather's skills back then. Although the bamboo flute had not been dried or painted, it was an excellent flute in Zhou Cheng's opinion, because the flutes he used since childhood were all made by his grandfather for him. He went to the mythological era, but even let go of his hobbies for many years. In fact, since he started working, he had no time to play the flute.

The song is very simple. It is a song that Zhou Cheng liked since he was a child, chanting alone in the lonely star. This song has accompanied Zhou Cheng countless days of depression. It was taught by his grandfather, saying that it is a flute like life. When there are high and low music, sad songs can train a person's mind. There are many helplessness in life. Only by adapting to helplessness can you enjoy life well.

Zhou Cheng raised his fingers at the same time and put his disciples to his mouth. A flute sound that was extremely sad and sorrow flowed out like crying and weeping. The courtyard in the early morning seemed to be affected by this low and gentle song. The early wind blew, and the bamboo forest made a rustling sound, as if it was accompaniment of the flute sound.

Slowly, Zhou Cheng seemed to be immersed in the inexplicable sorrow. Unconsciously, the sound of the flute seemed to be caused by something in the dark, becoming even more sad. The sobbing flute sound caused the early wind to be even more urgent. The bamboo forest was blown by the wind, and the bamboo leaves were blown all over the sky. Countless bamboo leaves were dancing around like small tornados.

After another flute sound, the wind seemed to be even more anxious. The sky, which was gradually revealing the golden dawn, also became sturdy and strong.

"Damn old man, you are teaching my Cheng'er to play this damn flute again!" A soft scolding came, and then an old woman walked into the backyard with a cane. It was Zhou Cheng's grandmother.

"Grandma!" Zhou Cheng stood up to meet his grandma, and put her on the bamboo chair aside to sit.

"It's good that Cheng'er is back. This old man tore your amulet. I was so lucky that I scolded him when I came back last night. Cough cough, cough cough..."

Zhou Cheng stopped playing the flute, and gradually the wind stopped, but grandma was still in poor health and could not bear the cold in the morning.

"What are you doing here? Go back quickly." Grandpa Zhou helped Grandma Zhou back without extra points.

Soon, grandpa came back, sat aside, asked, "Cheng'er, you have changed a lot this time when you go home."

"Zhou Cheng will always be the grandson of his grandfather. It will never change! No matter how far the grandson goes, it will still have roots." Zhou Cheng pointed to the bamboo in the yard. No matter how tall the bamboo is, there must be a section of roots below.

"I didn't mean that. Oh, forget it, maybe it's because my grandfather is old, so many things still can't be... "

Zhou Cheng felt that his grandfather was strange today, which made people feel uncomfortable, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Although Zhou Cheng had the strength of a monk, he would not use it to peek at his relatives even if he killed him. It was blasphemy and an insult.

"Oh by the way, the talisman you drew yesterday is good!"

Zhou Cheng was shocked. How could this grandfather know that he had drawn the talisman? Could it be that he could see that he had modified the old talisman from the shrine?

Before Zhou Cheng could think about it, Grandpa Zhou got up and walked out, "Cheng'er, come and have some food with grandparents first, I'm afraid there will be fewer opportunities in the future..."

Zhou Cheng couldn't help feeling a little sad. He didn't know why his grandfather seemed very sad after being furious. What happened to this family? Did he change himself? Or was there something wrong with the family itself?

The breakfast was very depressing. Grandpa Zhou Cheng didn't say a word and just ate there. Zhou Cheng didn't eat much and kept picking up food for grandma and grandpa. The only voice on the table was grandma's nagging and Zhou Cheng's absent-minded voice "Well, yes, right."

After breakfast, several other uncles, uncles, and even two married aunts came back with their family. The whole Zhou family was full of people. Although they had no power, they were prosperous.

"All are here?" Grandpa Zhou sat on the bamboo chair in front of the house, looking at his Zhou family with a loving look on his face.

"Dad! Do you have anything to say?" the younger sister asked in confusion.

Grandpa Zhou did not answer and said directly: "Come with me!"

After saying that, he walked towards the main hall in the ancestral house. In southern Sichuan, main halls are usually worshipped by ancestors.

Everyone followed Mr. Zhou into the main hall and stood there. No one dared to speak. They waited quietly for Mr. Zhou to speak.

Grandpa Zhou first put a stick of incense in his heart, then knelt down and bowed.

Huh? Zhou Cheng was stunned. This used to be one ancestor card, but why did it become two today? Without waiting for his reaction, the old man was cursing him to speak.
Chapter completed!