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At the foot of Taihang Mountain, an old man walked over the ancient road. He wore a double-breasted jacket on the upper body, a fat bloomer on the lower body, round-mouthed cloth shoes on his feet, and a large bag on his back, bulging.
This ancient road was found hundreds of years ago and was once the main road connecting the outside of Taihang Mountain. Later, I don’t know which dynasty started, but I thought it was too difficult to circulate this ancient road and rebuilt a new road. There were fewer people coming and going on the ancient road.
However, there are many small villages in the mountains of Taihang Mountain. Although this ancient road detours, linking these small villages is a must for local villagers to enter and exit, so it has been preserved.
When the old man walked under a crooked tree, it was already noon.
The mountain wind blew on my body a little warm.
He stopped, looked up at the not-tall crooked tree, and suddenly grinned and said, "That's it!"
When he walked to the tree and patted the trunk, the old man sighed, "Old brother, how many years have we not seen each other? It has been more than 40 years." He shook his head, and a shiny teardrop surged from his eyes.
Life is so short! Forty years have passed in a blink of an eye, and it’s old! How is it like this tree? It was like this forty years ago, and it is still like this forty years later!
After sighing for a while, the old man sat down against the crooked tree, sat on the root of the tree, took out a big cake from his bag, and nibbled it down.
There are very few pedestrians coming and going on the ancient road. Occasionally, a few bicycles have passed by, and they don’t even look at the old man sitting at the roots of the tree with a frost on his face and bent on biting the big cake.
Wearing strange clothes, his face was covered in dust, and he couldn't figure out any way. Naturally, no one was willing to mess with such an old man who was obviously not oily and could be in trouble.
In this day, people's hearts are not as good as ever, and the world's winds are declining.
Once you pay attention to him, maybe he lie in front of your car and hold you back and never let go again.
After eating the big cake, the old man stood up satisfied and patted the dust on his butt... He didn't take much dust on his butt, and the dust on his double-breasted jacket fell down the ground.
From the Magic City to the foot of Taihang Mountain, you can clearly get to the foot of the mountain in the south by a few cars. If you walk there, it will be only a dozen miles away. But the old man felt sorry for the money for the car, and the other was worried that the car would drive along the newly built highway and would not know the road when he arrived at the place. So, he got off at the provincial capital early and walked all the way.
Of course, compared to the 15 or 16 days walk from Xinxing Town forty years ago, now it is only three days away, which is much faster. The old man doesn't feel tired.
Besides, he chose to walk along the ancient road north. He also had the use of retrieving memories forty years ago, not just to save money.
He patted his stomach with satisfaction. The old man, who was over 60 years old, took a few steps and came back to pee at the crooked tree, murmured: "Old brother, I don't know if I have a chance to meet again this time. Forty years ago, I hid under the tree to shelter from the rain, but I ended up getting wet and having a serious illness. If Gui Bao's family hadn't saved me, I would have buried here forty years ago. Alas, it's not raining today, I'll water you, it's also a dusty relationship."
After peeing, he carried his pants and the old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the village not far from the foot of the mountain.
Thousands of miles of excitement came and came to the ground, but I felt nervous as if I was close to the hometown.
He slowed down...Nantou Village ahead, and the first family at the entrance of the village was Wang Guibao's home. Back then, he was poor and had to go to her house to ask for food. Wang Guibao, who was only sixteen years old, turned his eyes regardless of his father and left him with a limp...
Two lines of hot tears suddenly flowed down.
Regret!
It's so fucking regretful!
After he recovered from the illness, he rushed back to Xinxing Town. Gui Bao reached out to stop him and refused to let him go. Which nerve was wrong? He was so hard that he walked away and never looked back? If everything was left, he would stay? How could he regret it for more than 40 years!
The old man's name is Qin Dashu, who is a boxing master in Xinxing Town. He also has an identity, and he is a hidden descendant of the Taixuan School.
At the entrance of the village, the low mud-breasted house was no longer there. A new bungalow was built on the old house, and a mud wall connected the main house and the cottages together.
Qin Dashu looked at the jujube tree in front of the house and was sure it was here.
The room was quiet.
He walked into the corridor, stood firm in front of the gate, looking forward to a long separation and reunion...
A man in his forties came out of the back cottage and walked into the back door of the main house. He saw an old man with a big bag standing at the door with tears in his eyes.
The man waved his hand and said, "I'll be able to get out of the way when I go to another house to ask for it."
Qin Dashu lived in Taihang Mountain for a while and could understand the local dialect here. He hurriedly said, "I am not a beggar. I want to ask, is this Wang Guibao's house?"
The man in his forties is named Wang Yougen. He is an honest mountain man, and he is the son of Wang Guibao. In the early years, he stepped out of Taihang Mountain to work in a big city. But in less than a year, he thought that working was too hard and could not make a lot of money. Not only did he live a hard life, but he was also very lonely. It would be better to go home and stay with a few acres of thin fields, and at least he could live a life with his wife and children on a warm bed. Didn’t their ancestors come like this for generations?
"Wang Guibao?" The man felt that the name sounded familiar, and frowned and began to think of it. After a while, he remembered that his mother seemed to be called this name, but he was a little uncertain.
He is illiterate, and everyone in the small mountain village calls his mother "Yourgen Mother", "Yourgen Mother", or by generation...
"Wang Guibao?" he asked again.
Qin Dashu, who was standing at the gate, was pounding his heart, just like he went to find her again that year. That year, he was also standing at the gate with his chest pounding. When he saw Wang Guibao coming out with his child in his arms, his feet softened and he fell on the threshold... Another forty years have passed!
"Yes, Wang Guibao, his legs are a little lame." He said excitedly.
Wang Yougen was sure that the old man came to find his mother. Looking left and right, the old man didn't look like a rich man, and he didn't have such a relative in his impression.
"My mother is Wang Guibao. Who are you? What are you doing for her?"
Qin Dashu began to be excited and said, "My name is Qin Dashu, I came from Xinxing Town."
"You are Qin Dashu from Xinxing Town?" Wang Yougen looked at him up and down.
With a simple question, Qin Dashu immediately became dizzy and scattered... In the 83rd year, his master Liu Daozi passed away, leaving behind a legacy of 16 yuan, 70 cents and 30 cents. After breaking the seventh, Qin Dashu squanderedly went to the town to buy a bottle of good wine. After a big mouthful, the warm and comfortable pores in his heart were all filled with happiness.
The feeling now is just like the first sip of wine I drank back then, warming my heart, warming my lungs and stomachs!
Gui Bao's baby knows his name! Gui Bao has not forgotten him!
Before leaving the Demon City, Gu Chenyi and Chu Jingyan both advised him not to find Wang Guibao. After so many years, they may have forgotten him! They have never forgotten! I still remember him! I will see what they say next time I see two apprentices!
The old man's lips were trembling and tears were spreading, "You are Gui Bao's baby. I saw it forty years ago..." He said more and more urgently, "Where is Gui Bao? Gui Bao? Not at home?"
Wang Yougen said calmly: "My mother left the year before."
"What?"
"My mother left the year before."
Qin Dashu's legs became soft and he fell on the threshold. Just like when he saw Wang Guibao coming out with his baby forty years ago, he looked at the other party in shock.
The honest Wang Yougen looked at Qin Dashu with a complicated expression and sighed: "You'll be here two years ago!"
"How did she leave?"
"Just get sick."
"What disease?"
"The family is poor, I haven't been to the hospital, I don't know what kind of illness I have. I lay in bed for a month and then disappeared."
Qin Dashu opened his mouth and tears rolled down, just like his peeing at the bottom of the crooked tree. He didn't stop for a while, and his whole body seemed to have been drained.
"My mother said, if you come, go to the grave to see her and meet her."
This sentence made Qin Dashu grow some strength, stand up, and say, "Go, go, go and see..."
Wang Yougen took out a hoe from the corner of the wall, carried it on his shoulder, and said, "Let's go."
The grave is in the private land more than a hundred meters southwest of the house. There is a very small mound of soil without a monument. There is a lot of grass growing on the mound, and vegetables are planted in front of the mound. Most graves in the countryside are like this. Except for their own family, no one else will know.
Wang Yougen took off the hoe, removed the grass from the grave, and muttered: "Mom, Qin Dashu from Xinxing Town is here."
Qin Dashu rubbed his hands.
Last time I came to see Gui Bao, I saw her coming out with her baby in her arms. After Qin Dashu fell on the threshold, Gui Bao's tears flowed down, sobbing and crying. Then, the two sat on the wooden stool in the living room for an afternoon, with all their hearts full of words to say, but they never said a word from beginning to end.
Some words can only be put in my heart, and it is useless to say them. That's what Qin Dashu thought at that time.
When he left, Gui Bao limped and sent him, moving his mouth several times, and sent him to the old well at the entrance of the village. Qin Dashu waved his hand and asked her to go back. Gui Bao moved his mouth again, then suddenly cried, turned around and ran home, limping and limping... Qin Dashu watched her leave blankly, feeling sad, but when he thought of her baby, he finally shook his head and left. This trip took forty years.
After Wang Yougen eradicated the grass, he saw that Qin Dashu had a strange expression and his feet had roots. He refused to leave, so he placed the hoe flat on the ridge and sat on the handle of the hoe.
Qin Dashu squatted down, looked at the little ditto, and asked, "Gui Bao's baby, where is your father?"
Wang Yougen burst into flames for no reason and said in a rough voice: "When I was five years old, he died."
Qin Dashuru was struck by lightning and left at the age of five? He left at the age of five? He left thirty-five years ago? Why did he come to see her now? He suddenly shouted: "Gui Bao..." Then there was a creepy cry: "Geese, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose, goose..."
The sound of the "goose" is intermittent, from high to low, and then from high to low, repeating itself. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
Chapter completed!