The monk lowered his shiny head and said nothing. If I had asked him secretly before, he would have changed the subject with a playful smile, but now he must have known the seriousness of the situation, so he began to hesitate.
"Monk, forget it if you don't want to tell me. What's the situation now? You know that your elder brother, Lei Yingxiong and the others are not known where they are. Even if I try my best to look for them, I'll waste half a year, a year, or even ten or eight years.
You may not be able to find the time. Do you want to keep these things in your stomach? Do you want me to have this problem all my life?"
"Young Master Wei." The monk raised his head and said to me, "I don't want to hide anything from you, but you have to believe me. I actually don't know much more than you do about your eldest brother."
The acquaintance of Monk and Mustache probably happened when they were in their early twenties. Mustache was already very capable at that time and was hanging out in Nanjing. Monk was also a hangout. After they met, they worked together several times.
.The monk is a straight man. Although the mustache is taciturn, he is very principled in his behavior and actions, so the monk is very loyal to him. Until this time, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are friends of life and death.
At first, the monk thought the mustache was weird. Although they drank and chatted together, the mustache didn't mention a word about his past. The monk didn't hide things in his heart, so he asked questions many times out of curiosity.
, finally made Mustache anxious and wanted to break up the group, so the monk did not dare to ask any more questions. However, after getting along for a long time, the monk knew that it was absolutely right to follow him, and gradually gave up all thoughts.
"Young Master Wei, just before Zhaotong found you, my eldest brother once said something."
At that time, Mustache took the monk to Zhaotong. The monk thought it was some serious business, but Mustache said it was not. They had a drink together. It was rare that Mustache was a little excited. He drank too much and lost everything he wanted to do.
After telling the monk in detail, Mustache finally said something.
He said that he wanted to do something that many predecessors had not done.
"Don't you know his name?"
"I really don't know." The monk shook his head: "I only know a little about brother."
Mustache lives in seclusion, with no friends or relatives. He lives in Nanjing all year round. Sometimes he travels around for business, but when the business is done, he will definitely rush back to his residence without stopping. The only exceptions are a few major solar terms every year.
, he would go out alone, and his absence would not last long, three or four days at most.
"I think he is giving things to people."
Every time Mustache goes out, he takes something with him, which he bought himself and wrapped tightly. Only once, when he took the monk out, the package on the back seat was shaken open while the car was driving.
, revealing a new dress.
The place he was going to was a village more than 100 kilometers away from Purple Mountain, but outside the village, the monk was blocked by Mustache, who refused to let him in. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the monk ran to a nearby mountain.
He vaguely saw Mustache entering a courtyard.
The monk deduced that every time Mustache went out over the years, he would come to this place and give something to people.
"Where is that village? Take me there!"
I vaguely knew who the mustache was looking for, so I couldn't help but touch the two old photos next to me, urging the monk to lead the way. We walked in a hurry, without stopping for a step along the way. I ran back and forth for such a long time, and my body
I've already lost money, but I can't stop. I'm afraid that if I'm late, the person I'm looking for in that small village will leave first.
We rushed to Nanjing as quickly as possible, and then the monk found a car to pull me there. Following the road in his memory, we directly found the small village. Then the monk took me around the village, recalling the places where Mustache entered at that time.
Yard. Finally, he pointed to a small yard more than ten meters away and said to me: "That should be there."
"This is it..." I looked at the bamboo fence outside the small courtyard and tried to recall the small courtyard on the bank of Jiajiang River more than ten years ago. I couldn't recall the details at that time, let alone the bamboo fence.
What does the fence look like specifically, but I feel familiar, familiar yard.
I asked the monk to go back and walked towards the small courtyard. I couldn't describe my mood. I just wanted to see the people in the courtyard right away.
I suddenly felt like I was back in the small courtyard by the Jiajiang River more than ten years ago, separated by a low fence, calling the door with a trembling voice. I was afraid that no one would answer after calling for a long time, but this time
, after hearing my call to the door, a woman carrying a basin came out of the house.
She is probably in her fifties or sixties, and is not much different from farm women of the same age. But she is in good spirit and body, and there is an aura of kindness and awe about her whole body. I don’t know
Why did I feel like I was kissing her when I saw her for the first time, but I also felt a little scared.
More importantly, I vaguely feel that she is somewhat similar to the woman in the old photo, or my mother. I can’t tell the difference. I don’t know if it’s my illusion or the fact. After more than 20 years of vicissitudes,
, everyone will change a lot.
She took a few steps toward me and then looked at me with a basin in her hand. I didn't know what to say for a moment. I hesitated, hesitated, panicked, and was uneasy. I was in a daze for three minutes. I seemed to remember something, and immediately
I took out an old photo and held it up to her through the fence. I held the photo with my left hand, and I believed she would see my six fingers.
In such a remote village, if she can understand this old photo and what my six fingers mean, then I know she must be the person I want to find without even asking.
Bangdang......
The basin in her hand suddenly fell from her hand, and most of the calmness and stability on her face disappeared. She almost trotted to me, staring at my six fingers and the old photo carefully. Hers
Her eyes kept moving on the old photos, six fingers, and my face. Her lips began to move, and I felt that her emotions had begun to fluctuate violently.
"You..." Her body shook involuntarily and she almost fell. I pushed away the fence and tried to help her, but she waved her hand to stop me and gave me a hard smile.
Her eyes were already covered with moisture: "Have you finished your work, or... or is he gone?"
I immediately knew who she was asking. Before coming here, I had only one idea of wanting to know everything. But at this moment, I felt extremely uneasy. I didn’t dare to say anything more, so I could only lower my head slightly.
Avoid her questioning gaze.
"Don't hide it from me." She seemed to have calmed down a little, but there were more and more tears in her eyes: "My son said that if one day you find this place, either the work is done, or he...
...He's dead..."
"He's not dead." I quickly raised my head and started to explain, but how should I explain the fragments? I can only say that he is not dead, but he was temporarily separated from me.
At this time, our conversation may have alarmed other people, and another woman walked out of the room. She was about fifty years old, and her body was very weak. She had not seen the sun for many years, and her face was a little sickly white.
When the second woman walked out, my hands shook as if I had been electrocuted. My nerves seemed to be temporarily stagnant. I couldn't think or remember. There was only an old photo in front of me and the woman who just walked out.
.
If the first woman only made me feel similar to the mother in the photo, then this person who just walked out made me want to call her mom without hesitation.
This woman's body is very weak, but her eyes are very good. From a few meters away, she seemed to immediately see the photo in my hand and the six fingers on my little finger. Immediately afterwards, she leaned back as if she lost control.
He leaned against the door frame and held his forehead, as if he was afraid that he would fall.
I really couldn't control myself, so I took the photo and walked toward her mechanically step by step. My consciousness seemed blurry, but I could see clearly that there was something on her left hand that was holding her forehead.
A six-fingered one.
I stopped three meters away from her. Her body was almost completely leaning against the door frame. Only in this way would she not fall. She looked at my face, my hands, and the
An old photo. Her tears fell silently in an instant. She seemed to be crying, but she didn't make a sound.
"My surname is Shi..." I stood there, and a few words came out of my mind like a conditioned reflex: "My father and mother are both surnamed Shi, and they live in the small town of Sinan...
"
Her nerves seemed to be severely stung, and she looked at me with tears. I couldn't be wrong, because in this person, I not only saw that she was the same as my mother in the old photos, but also because
My heart seemed to be moved by an emotion.
She suddenly cried so hard that she couldn't help herself. She sat down little by little against the door frame. Her eyes were filled with tears, which had already blocked her sight, but she refused to wipe them or even blink her eyes. It seemed that just a moment
In the blink of an eye, I will disappear in front of her.
She cried silently, and suddenly she leaned against the door frame, stretched out her two trembling hands, and burst into heart-rending screams: "My child...my...my child"
..."
My heart was broken in an instant, shattered. This person, this person who looked at me crying...
I don't know when my face was filled with cold tears, and I fell to my knees all of a sudden. My throat was so choked that I couldn't speak, but I still sobbed and shouted out word by word that I had never heard of anything in my life before.