Just when my life was calm, I received another letter. I was even pleasantly surprised when I received the letter. I thought it would be the same as the first letter, it was my father or someone in the game. Other people have given me hints that I would rather be a fool and let him lead me by the nose, as long as he doesn't leave me out of the situation like now.
But this letter was sent by my second brother. The content of the letter was as concise as the letter I had received.
"I'm fine, don't miss me."
I grabbed the letter and tore it into pieces. You are good! I am not good! I thought to myself that I can't stay in Luoyang anymore, so that I can think of them when I see everything. I will drive myself crazy. I give Nana made a phone call and told me that I was going to Xi'an for a few days. I would buy tickets later and call you when I got there.
She seemed to hear the decadence in my tone, and asked me with concern, Sanliang, what happened again?
I said, "It's okay. My second brother just sent me a letter, saying that I'm safe. I'll be upset in Luoyang, so I'll go to your place to play for a few days."
She immediately said in surprise: There is a letter from my second brother? You fool. Can’t you tell where he is now just by looking at the postmark?
I slapped my head, I'm such an idiot, I quickly picked up the envelope and took a look, only to find that there was no postmark on the entire envelope.
Envelopes without postmarks, just like I can receive letters from twenty years ago. There is no explanation.
After chatting with Nana for a few words, I hung up the phone, closed the store door, and drove like crazy, traveling aimlessly. I didn’t know where I was going or where I could go. Unknowingly, I drove back to Zhaojiazhuang. , my hometown.
My mother is used to living alone in her hometown. The three of us have wanted her to move to the city many times, but the old man's idea of staying home is deeply ingrained. In addition, we also know that there are too many mothers and children in the old house. I didn’t force my father’s memories. Before I saw my mother, I even had the urge to turn around and leave. Because I didn’t know how to explain to her what happened, and I didn’t know when she asked where my eldest and second brothers had gone. How to answer.
But when I opened the door of the Buddhist hall and saw her with gray hair meditating there, I realized that all my confusion was unnecessary.
This person is my mother. No matter what happens to me, she will stand by my side without hesitation. Why should I hide her? We are looking for my father who has been missing for 20 years and may be alive. Isn’t she in a difficult period? A woman who has been looking forward to her lover’s return, eating fast and chanting Buddha’s name for twenty years?
My mother made me a bowl of porridge, and I drank it in several gulps. Then I told her everything that had happened in the past period, from when I received the letter that might have been from my father to when we went to the rainforest. After visiting the tomb of Li Zhongzhi, my eldest brother and second brother disappeared after returning, and finally I received a letter of safety from my second brother.
My mother is a good listener, not because she is a devout believer in Buddhism, but because in my memory, she is a woman as euphemistic as the Jiangnan Water Village.
Until I finished speaking, I looked at her, and I even expected her to show a worried expression. But she didn't.
She was calm and calm, as if everything was under her control.
She turned the beads with one hand, and then slowly opened her mouth and said: You are too anxious. You are so anxious that you automatically ignore many doubts and are led by others. I always thought that your second brother was stable enough. It seems that It's still too young. The first letter you received concealed too much.
I believe the date is the third day after Jianguo disappeared twenty years ago. Maybe this is just a trap. This date has attracted all your attention and confusion. The real doubt should be in the content.
In your memory, what kind of person is your father?
I was confused, but without even thinking about it, I blurted out: Lawless, number one in the world, not afraid of anything.
My mother smiled and said: You actually know, but as a proud man like Jianguo, would he ask you for help? Even if he needs your intervention for something, or if he encounters any danger, he will not just write it like this
"Help me." It was not his style to ask for help from anyone, even his own son.
I seemed to have caught something, but I still didn't understand it: However, the handwriting of the three words "Save me" clearly belonged to my father. There was no way the three of us could have mistaken it.
My mother touched my head and said: This is what I said you automatically ignored because of the doubts. Haven't you ever doubted it? If it is asking for help, why don't you write down what dangers you encounter and where are the others? Put everything together.
I introduced everything clearly so that you can rescue me? But you only wrote three simple words: "Save me"?
I was silent. Didn't we think of this? We just explained it with a very, very reluctant reason: my father was in critical condition and he had no chance or time to write more words.
But no matter how ridiculous the three of us think this reason is, if we have time to write a letter but don’t have time to write a few more words? Only a ghost can believe it! So, what is the real reason? I looked at my mother eagerly, thinking in my heart
Just one idea.
Older gingers are more spicy.
No matter how inconspicuous this moment is, how much people ignore her existence. (To be continued)