The man in black robe interrupted my thoughts and said: Speaking of now, in fact, there are many things that no longer need to be explained clearly. Your father may have noticed something after getting the manuscript of my ancestor, so he left it in the four river suppression seals.
What.
Before he left, he persuaded me to stop guarding this tomb. Some things involved too much and could no longer be controlled. This was a situation, a dead situation. If you untie it, you would die. If you don't, it would be death.
If possible, I would like to remind you not to get involved in it again. That level is far beyond our reach.
I asked him, then why are you persisting?
He seemed to be in a brief stalemate. After losing his mind, he asked me: What are you insisting on?
Yes, what am I insisting on? The affection for my father? Or the pursuit of a result? Perhaps many things have been lost in our persistence. Persistence has just become a habit, not a pursuit.
The subsequent matters were dealt with in a very complicated manner, and there is no need to explain them here. Through the relationship, Uncle Wu found out that the man in black was not guilty of a serious crime that could not be forgiven, so he was able to let him live a peaceful life, and those who knew more about this matter
He was still unwilling to let go, but this time he was a lot shaken. He didn't say that it must not be said, he just said that he would discuss it with a few old guys and let us wait for the result.
After returning to Luoyang, I didn't care about my promise to the skeleton and couldn't wait to open the letter he wanted to send to Chiang Ching-kuo. The same thing inside was a Buddhist painting, but it was different from the one my father and the others had made on the Four Zhenhe River Seals.
What is left behind in the painting is an original painting. Relatively speaking, it was my father who copied it.
When I first saw the Buddhist paintings left by my father, I felt that his eyes were very cold, and it didn't seem like the kind of friendly Buddhists. Now that I saw the original work, I realized that it was impossible for my father, who was so old and thick, to paint this painting.
Go and copy Shen Yun.
This statue of Ksitigarbha holding flowers and laughing at all sentient beings, his eyes, if you have to use words to describe it.
Coquettish, charming, weird, heart-wrenching?
I thought about the words in my mind, but I couldn't express it clearly.
On the face of Ksitigarbha.
He has a pair of women's eyes.
He is laughing at all sentient beings, but he is sneering.
All three of us brothers were confused. We tried countless ways to look at this picture. Is it a map? But there are no lines at all. There are small words hidden in it? Even a magnifying glass can’t find it. Why? A wordless book? Refract the sun’s rays.
See? It’s useless. This is just a picture.
A picture in which everything is normal except for the eyes.
I couldn't figure out what was coming out, so I looked at my elder brother, and he ran over and closed the store door. When I turned around, we both stood in front of my second brother aggressively.
He raised his head and glanced at us, then lowered his head and continued to study the Buddhist painting.
This guy has no intention of giving us an explanation!
I fed him, and then he raised his head and asked, "What are you doing?" His tone was so flat that I immediately forgot that he was the second brother I usually admired the most, and yelled, "What are you doing?! What are you asking me for?"
?Shouldn’t you explain things?!”
He asked back: "Why should I explain to you?" After saying that, he seemed to feel that his tone was inappropriate, and then said: In fact, I know as much as the man in black robe.
I got completely angry and yelled at him, "You can't fool us this time with just a few words! Let alone say anything that can't drag us into the water. If you die, just die. If you want to die together, who is afraid?"
But do you know that being like this makes me feel more uncomfortable than death. When I entered the tomb, I was almost eaten as a peach by a monkey, and then almost died in the hands of a bloody rice dumpling. Now I still know nothing about this matter.
, Dad wrote to ask for help, are you the only one who is worried? I know I am useless, but what about big brother? Big brother is always useful, right? Why are you hiding everything from us? "
The second brother looked at me and then closed his eyes.
When he opened it again, he found that his eyes were red. He said: San'er, there are some things I really can't say. Seriously, don't force me.
At that moment, I felt heartbroken, really heartbroken. I was blaming him for knowing that he was hiding something, but why didn't he want to fight alone? What could he endure if he could make a person with his personality turn his eyes red?
I wanted to know and was holding it in so much that it was even more uncomfortable. But looking at my brother who wanted to know but couldn't tell, it was even more uncomfortable to hold it in. I didn't know if I should force him.
I asked him, what was in the black box you gave me at that time? Is this hard to say?
He nodded and said, that is a key. He still cannot say anything else.
After a pause, he continued.
"If I had a choice, I would rather know nothing. The more I know, the more scared I am. If my father hadn't sent such a letter, I would have thought that many things would have been forgotten. I could just be quiet like this I will be your second brother, live quietly, and take care of you quietly."
"They never gave up on this."
This was the last thing my second brother said that day.
What I didn't expect was that he and his eldest brother tricked me together, and the next day, they both disappeared. I seemed to be in an unreasonable haze. The shop was open, maybe it was no different than it wasn't open, because I didn't know what to do. I don’t understand either. I know that I am a bastard, my second generation ancestor, and a playboy, but after losing both of them, I realized how unbearable I am.
I don't know how to do anything but spend money.
So I thought, I'm such a waste, that's why they left me to continue alone, because I am a waste. Waste has to do the things of waste, and I, Zhao Sanliang, can't help you and hold you back. Isn't it okay if I don't mix in? I went to find the Russian Ocean Horse, gambled, and got together with a bunch of friends to drink to death.
But when I was drunk, I found it more uncomfortable than when I was sober.
I'm just a bitch, I only have time to eat and hold on until I'm full.
The more you say you can't let me intervene, the more I think about it.
This thing was like a person who was teasing me, but suddenly pushed me away, as if everything had nothing to do with me.
What did Father and the others discover? Where did Second Brother and the others go? What was involved in this that made them all so taboo?
I want to investigate, even if you leave me, I will investigate too. But I am not enough on my own, who can I turn to?
Zhang Kaixuan? I feel like he is just like me. Although he is very skilled, he can never help me. Zhu Kaihua? He is just an outsider. How can I convince him to help me? Uncle Wu? This old man doesn’t have to think about it. He is mature. I can't handle fine things with my little experience? My fair-weather friends, that's even more nonsense.
It was pitch dark, and I was the only one left. I fell asleep like this.
I dreamed that the man who was the best in the world hugged me and kissed me hard before he left. The stubble all over his face made me hurt.
I dreamed that the man who was as stable as a rock despite his ups and downs said with red eyes, San'er, don't get caught up in this. I don't want all four men in our family to get caught up in this.
I dreamed that the man who looked like a black bear put a gun to Zhang Kaixuan's head and cursed, "You dare to point a gun at my brother, I shot you first, do you believe it or not?"
I woke up with a start and my face was full of tears.
I found that I really missed them, really missed them.
I remembered the words of my second brother: "I can be your second brother quietly, live quietly, and take care of you quietly."
I also want a quiet life.
But if the tree wants to be still, will the wind stop? (To be continued)