Talk about my family.

Many readers know that I am from Northeast China, but I know nothing about my family.

My family has no genealogy, I only know that my grandfather is Zhou Jifa.

He is a great character, of course he died early, and I have never seen him.

I heard that this person is the second cloth shirt in the village.

"Erda Clothing" is a kind of local cloth military uniform from Kanto in the old days. Later, it refers to a special person in the rural areas of the Northeast. There is almost one such person in every village, full of ruffianism and no one dares to provoke him. If anyone quarrels, the village chief cannot solve it. If the "Erda Clothing" is invited, he basically dares not ignore him. This type of person also has a certain appeal and has a loud voice. He often presides over the funeral and funeral affairs for the village.

My grandfather's voice is not loud. He is very good at speaking, but he doesn't say it, he is very silent and always has a gloomy expression.

How powerful is he?

In the middle of the night, there were messy sounds of horse hooves and shouts. Everyone knew that Beard (bandit) was coming, so scared that they didn't know where to hide. Someone hurried to find my grandfather.

My grandfather put on the "two big cloth shirts", pulled his shoes, and walked out of the village without a gun or a knife. He went out of the village with his bare hands to negotiate with Beard. Half an hour later, he saw those beards who were murdering without blinking and disappeared into the night. My grandfather came back with his hands behind his back, and didn't say why he let Beard leave, and went home and lie on the kang to continue sleeping.

My grandma used to be someone else's wife, but my grandfather stole it and occupied it. I don't know very well about the specific process. I don't even know whether my father gave birth to my grandfather and grandma, or my grandma and his original wife.

My grandma was very afraid of my grandfather. Every time when he left home, my grandma would burn incense in front of the stove pit, praying that God would hit him to death so that he would never come back. One day, my grandma was burning incense, and my grandma came back. He coughed outside the house, and my grandma was so scared that she collapsed in front of the stove pit and could not move.

After my father and my mother got married, my mother was also very afraid of him.

Once, my mother made something wrong. He wanted to hit my mother. My grandmother pulled my mother away. As they ran, they hid in a cornfield. Then they heard my grandfather chasing him with his shoes. He stopped in front of the cornfield where the two women were hiding, coughed, and the two women suddenly shook like sieve...

My grandfather is often away from home.

In addition to cursing him to die, my grandmother began to practice witchcraft. My mother said that my grandmother did have some skills, but she just didn't dare to use it on my grandfather. She said: Ghosts are afraid of evil people. If my grandfather finds that it is her at work, she will definitely die.

Later, my mother also learned some tricks from my grandma. When I was a child, I often saw my mother doing some strange movements in the middle of the night, which became the shadow of my childhood.

When my grandma died, it was said that she stared at my grandfather with her eyes tightly, and she kept repeating two words: "Beast, beast..."

This incident made me very sad. The two of them lived their whole lives. When they were dying, they did not bid farewell or tears, but only a word full of resentment: beast!

I didn't expect that this sentence "beast" actually has another meaning.

My parents talked very little about my grandfather's death, and occasionally they kept it a secret. Therefore, I suspect that my grandfather was killed by my mother using some witchcraft.

Next, let’s talk about my father.

My father and my grandfather have completely opposite personalities. He is very weak. My mother bullies him at my family.

My mother likes to gambling, and her family is very dilapidated because of this. The fortune teller said that my family has a rake that makes money and a box that leaks the bottom.

Finally one day, my father ran away from home and never came back.

That happened in 1977. I was 9 years old and was in elementary school.

One day after school, my mother told me that my father left home and left only a note saying that he went to the northwest and never came back since then. That year, he was 33 years old.

Why did he go to the northwest? This is a major mystery.

After my father left, my mother was depressed. I even suspected that she was mentally abnormal and had nightmares often. Her face was ferocious and she wanted to strangle me to death.

Half a year later, she also disappeared mysteriously.

To be honest, over the years, I have always suspected that my parents might have made a quarrel that day, and then my mother, like my grandfather, made my father disappear forever.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, I came to the northwest and fell into Lop Nur. I actually saw my father’s notepad from a man named Linghu Mountain!

It's like a marked money. After spending it, after many years, it returned to my hands in another distant city...

This notepad is made of orange plastic leather. The cover is a silhouette of a girl wearing a dress. She holds a box in her hands. In the box is a photo of a water pavilion. There are three very rustic art words "Heilongjiang" written below.

Open, there are three words written on the title page: Master Zhou.

My father’s original name is not these three words. This is his pseudonym. He used this pseudonym to publish tofu cubes in local tabloids.

I immediately thought of - if I had a phone call that could be called out, if I could find my mother, I would like to be the first to tell her this news. If she was alive and was already very old now, she should be very interested in knowing where her father's body was buried...

The notepad has dense words written in the ballpoint pen, and many of them are blurred. The paper in the text is too crisp and can be broken by just touching it hard. Now, they are incomplete. Judging from the date, it is really 1977.

I'm sure this is my father's notepad.

He is an honest man and always gets angry outside and at home. He doesn't say it, but just writes it down silently.

So, did my father really come to Lop Nur back then? Did he really participate in that murder?

Will he get lost when Lop Nur dies of thirst, and have hallucinations before he dies, and then write them on his notepad?

Monsoon came in and called me and had dinner.

I said to Linghu Shan: "It seems that your stepfather has not lie."

Linghu Shan said: "How can you be sure that it was not forged by him?"

I said, "Because, this notepad was written by my father."

Linghu Shan was shocked when he heard this. After a long time, he said, "You...sure?"

I said, "I know my father's font. His hands are always shaking. You see, all of these words are crooked. He has been missing for 36 years. It seems that this notepad was picked up by your father and the others. There is little chance that your stepfather will kill someone."

Linghu Shan thought for a while and said, "Then you put away this notepad."

I said, "This is my father's last relic. You have been keeping it for 12 years. I really don't know how to thank you."

Linghu Shan said: "This is also the son of the original owner..."

As we walked out of the tent, I asked him again: "How did your stepfather get out? Did he say that?"

Linghu Shan said: "He said that if he treats that big slope as a horizontal line, he leaves in a vertical direction of 90 degrees, keeps walking and walking, and finally comes out."

On this day, we had bread, salted duck eggs, and seaweed soup.

Bai Xinxin walked up to me and said coldly: "Are you sure that the child is fine?"

I said, "Not sure."

He said: "Then you find someone to take care of him and don't let Jiang Mengxi be a nanny!"

I said, "No problem."

Monsoon had already walked to Jiang Mengxi and brought the child over.

During the meal, Ji Feng took the child to sit next to me and fed him patiently.

I roughly observed that Jiang Mengxi sat next to Bai Xinxin, her eyes were crying red, and she lowered her head to eat without saying a word.

Huang Xi tried to sit next to Guo Mei, but Guo Mei ignored him very much. She took the initiative to sit next to Zhou Zhidan. Maybe the girl wanted to film and become a star. Zhou Zhidan was very polite to her and was not enthusiastic.

Bai Xinxin once joked with him: Zhou Zhidan, you will be very capable when you see your belly!

Zhou Zhidan laughed at himself: If you make someone else's belly bigger, you will have the ability. If you make your own belly bigger, what's the ability to make your own belly bigger!

Wu Min was a little embarrassed. He wanted to sit next to Meng Xiaoshuai, but Meng Xiaoshuai walked away. He wanted to sit next to Jingjue, and Jingjue also walked away. However, he was very good at hiding his embarrassment and sat next to Bubu, pretending to be happy to comment on the food.

Zhang Hui and Zhang Hui were together. He didn't even open the handcuffs for Zhang Hui during the meal.

Linghu Mountain sat next to the monsoon and took the initiative to give the monsoon soup twice.

Ma Ran was the most enthusiastic. He chatted with many people while eating.

Lu Sanguo sat alone under his car and ate bread quietly. A rich man could endure such difficult conditions.

Lao Ding has been quiet and he sat opposite me. Although I didn't look at him, I knew he had seen me several times.

He said he was a member of the scientific expedition team, and I now distrust this identity. According to him, Zheng Taiyuan was dead. So, the Zheng Taiyuan we met was either not a human or the one who killed Zheng Taiyuan.

But is this Lao Ding reliable?

I remember saying this online: (Lop Nur) The recent tragedy occurred in February 2013. A scientific research team went to Lop Nur to find manganese ore, and seven people disappeared strangely...

Why didn't you say that someone came out?

I firmly remembered the closed truck with the four big words "dangerous goods" written on it. A strong wind blew off some strokes and turned into a "dangerous person". The man who claimed to be Zheng Taiyuan walked out of the truck.

We don’t know what his name is, so let’s call him Zheng Taiyuan for the time being.

Is this Lao Ding his accomplice?

Although Monsoon and the others were trapped, we were all very happy after seeing them. After all, we saw two trucks of supplies, which were the logistics supplies for us to fight against Death. Moreover, with so many people, we are not so lonely anymore.

There is only one person - Bubu.

She still didn't see her husband, and there was an unrestrained disappointment and worry on her face.

After the meal, Monsoon gave everyone a banana. Today is the 4th day after their team entered Lop Nur, and the bananas are basically intact.

I called Bubu to the side and asked her: "Have you talked to Lao Ding?"

She nodded.

I said ambiguously: "Look at it again. This place is weird and magical, with all kinds of possibilities."

She said: "It's been two months since they can't hold on. I don't have hope anymore. Maybe I've passed by him, but I just haven't seen him. Anyway, if I've seen him, he'll be very happy...just that's fine."

It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon.

I called Monsoon, Lu Three Kingdoms, Zhou Zhidan, and Zhang Hui together and briefly discussed it. Nur was playing alone on the sand.

If we can't get out of the situation in the near future, if this team needs to have a leadership group, these five people will be there.

As mentioned earlier, Ji Feng is very strong inside and very calm in doing things. The most important thing is that she is the same as me. If there is something to vote, we will fight for one person and be the majority.

The three kingdoms of Lu were older. He was an idea-worthy person and had the demeanor of a big businessman. If I were in the same unit as him, maybe he would lead me or I would lead him.

It can be seen that Zhou Zhidan is a person with a temperament. He travels around the world and likes to get close to nature. Such people are generally not evil. Moreover, he has the skill of survival in the wild.

Zhang Hui is a policeman. Although this person is not old and a little arrogant, his profession brings him a sense of integrity.

I've introduced the current situation to you.

Everyone is heavy.

After a long silence, Zhou Zhidan spoke first: "I'll call you Mr. Zhou."

I said, "It's okay."
Chapter completed!