However, although these children have their own characteristics, they are all filial. Except for the white-eyed second uncle who never comes back, the remaining few serve the old man dutifully, which is considered a blessing to the family.
After driving along the mountain road for more than an hour, we arrived outside the woods where my grandfather was responsible. I parked the car on a hillside and got out of the car with Lao Mao and the others.
It is close to the Chaobai River and is a good place with mountains and rivers. The scenery is even more beautiful, with mountains and fields covered in green.
As soon as Lao Mao got out of the car, he smoked another cigarette. This guy had some intentions. He knew that my grandpa didn't like the smell of cigarettes, and he would be embarrassed to be arrogant in front of the old man, so he hurriedly smoked to his heart's content.
Dahuang looked at the gurgling water outside the mountain. There seemed to be something in his heart, and his face was always melancholy.
"Dahuang... If I remember correctly, Xu Fengxian... threw your body into the Chaobai River?" I knew what Dahuang was thinking, so I said quickly.
Dahuang nodded, said nothing, and his face became even more ugly.
"Oh... don't worry, Dahuang, since we killed Xu Fengxian once, we can definitely kill him again. We will definitely be able to avenge your blood feud."
I don't know how to persuade him, so I can only say this.
After hearing this, Dahuang forced a smile and said: "Lin Yang, it doesn't matter. After so many years, I have looked away. The only regret is that I can't let the master fulfill his wish. Originally, he wanted me to inherit him."
He will take on the mantle and become the world's number one Yin traveler. Now it seems... in the next life."
I quickly said: "It doesn't matter, Dahuang, you are carrying the Huanyang Jade now, so you are no different from a living person?"
Dahuang smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "No, Lin Yang, although Huanyangyu can make me look like a living person, it limits my improvement from a certain perspective. After all, I am neither a human nor a ghost now."
Yes, we may not be able to make any progress...sigh..."
Having said this, Dahuang couldn't laugh anymore. He just looked at the Chaobai river at the foot of the mountain and remained silent.
Old Mao patted Dahuang on the shoulder and said nothing more. The two of them had been together for a long time and had a deep understanding of each other. Everything was unspoken.
After the old cat finished smoking, I took them and continued walking up the mountain.
Most of the trees planted on the mountain are pines and cypresses. The soil quality here is not very good, so it is most suitable to plant these two trees with strong survivability.
Going straight up the mountain road, we were surrounded by birds and flowers, and occasionally we could see one or two little squirrels hiding in the trees and watching us warily.
After walking for about twenty minutes, you can vaguely see a small wooden house in front of you. The house is not big, and it is also very old. It must be several decades old.
And when we came closer, a burst of erhu sound came in the wind. The music was melodious, which made people feel quite comfortable after listening to it. I couldn't name the music, but I knew who wrote the erhu.
Growing up, my grandfather played this piece of music more than once. Whenever I heard this piece of music, my grandfather’s face and figure would appear in front of me.
At this moment, Dahuang suddenly pointed to the roof of the cabin and shouted in a low voice: "Look!"
I followed Dahuang's hand and saw that there were about a dozen birds of various kinds parked on the roof of the wooden house. These birds were not of the same category, but they all lowered their heads and remained motionless, or stood on one foot, or flashed.
Wings, quite a bit of contentment.
"Are all these birds attracted to that music?" The old cat was shocked and asked in a low voice while observing.
"That's what it looks like. Lin Yang, your grandfather is really an expert. How can you see such an expert just now?" Dahuang asked in shock.
I smiled bitterly and said, "If I hadn't been reminded by someone, who would have known that my relatives had such powerful skills? I grew up listening to my grandfather playing the erhu since I was a child. Because I have listened to it for a long time, even though I know that this piece of music is brilliant, I still can't.
Don’t be surprised.”
Old Mao nodded and said: "That's the truth. You can't blame Lin Yang for being clumsy. Let's go and visit our seniors."
With that said, the old cat quickly urged me towards the cabin.
Before entering the door, the aroma of tea was already wafting out of the cabin, and the windows of the cabin were open, as if welcoming guests.
When I walked to the door, my grandfather's old and kind voice floated out from the house: "Yang Yang is back?"
It's still so familiar and ordinary. If the crazy Taoist Rujun and Xiao Tutu hadn't mentioned it before, I wouldn't have thought that my grandfather was the master who peeked into the sky.
"Grandpa." I shouted quickly and walked in with the old cat and Dahuang.
Grandpa was sitting on an old solid wood chair, playing the erhu leisurely. As soon as we entered, the erhu in his hand slowly stopped.
This piece of music seems to be a beginning and an end everywhere. No matter what stage it stops at, it never gives people a sense of haste.
It's so mysterious that I only realized it today.
Grandpa was wearing an ordinary forest ranger's uniform. He had a dark complexion, a face with ridges and grooves, and his eyes were half open and half closed. There was no trace of mystery or brilliance at all.
He slowly stood up, glanced at us, and said with a smile: "Are there any guests? Welcome, welcome." After that, grandpa quickly went to get three teacups and poured us tea.
I hurried over to help, and grandpa looked at me with a smile and said: "Yang Yang, it seems that your college experience is not peaceful? Alas, I have protected your father all my life, and I never dare to let him leave my eyes.
It's a pity that I protected your father but not you. No matter how hard it is, I can't go against destiny."
I put down the tea cup, looked back at Grandpa, and asked, "You...had expected this?"
Grandpa smiled and nodded and said: "I expected it, but it's a pity that I understood it too late. When I was twenty years old, I still had a lot of passion. I always thought that I could make some changes and protect what I wanted to protect.
But when I was forty years old, I realized that all my efforts were in vain. No matter how powerful a person is, he is just a little ant in front of the way of heaven."
"Tiandao?" I frowned, a little confused.
Grandpa sat down with a smile, pointed to a few small horses beside him, and said, "You guys can sit down too."
We were all unambiguous and sat down quickly.
Grandpa slowly held the big teapot, took a sip, and said: "It is the way of heaven. Whether it is science or superstition, Feng Shui, metaphysics, astronomy, geography, all of these, in the final analysis, are actually just two words, the way of heaven. The way of heaven is
The objective laws among all things in the world are the laws of operation among all things. Everything, from wind and rain, to a person's life and death, and even the rise and fall of a family or a dynasty, everything has a certain degree.
objective laws, this kind of laws is called the way of heaven."
The three of us looked at each other in shock, obviously unable to understand the profound meaning of my grandfather's words for a while. In fact, since I was a child, my grandfather has never told me any big principles. What he said was nothing but gossip about eating, drinking, and defecation.
There is nothing more than daily routine, so today I started to discuss the way of heaven with me straight to the point, which really caught me off guard.
Grandpa saw that we were a little silly, smiled and said, "Did I talk too much and scare you all at once?"
I quickly shook my head and said, "No, Grandpa, please continue talking, we will all listen."
Grandpa nodded with a smile and said: "The way to heaven is profound and unpredictable. In fact, we have had batches of people pursuing the way of heaven since ancient times. Grandpa is a relatively lucky person, and he was able to get a glimpse of the way before he was thirty years old.
, but peeping into the sky will cost you your life, so I gained the benefit of peeping into the sky, but also lost my original destiny."
I heard Rujun talk about this, so it’s not surprising. When grandpa spoke, he seemed to be telling someone else’s story. He was calm and his expression didn’t change.
He paused and continued: "It is precisely because of the four words "peeping into the sky and damaging one's life" that I have stayed at home and lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests all these years, just to cultivate my health. To be honest, I am actually a layman.
I am a big layman. For me, the happiest thing is to see my children and grandchildren stretching around my knees. So, Yang Yang, grandpa may not be able to help you much with what you have gone through. After all, you still need you for many things.
Only by experiencing it yourself can you have the capital to survive in this world."