I remember the first day I walked into elementary school, and my teacher said to me, "Children, you are so happy to have grown up in such a peaceful era" I don't understand what peace is, and I don't understand what happiness is. otbnkotgt But today I understand this meaning, and in a sad way, I understand the happiness of this world, and of course, the darkness of this world.
Not everyone will become the unbeatable male protagonist in a cartoon, and not everyone will be able to burst out with amazing power at the last moment like a hero in a movie.
On that day in 95, Li San'er carried his second uncle's body that was gradually cold, and pulled me who didn't know how to cry or even came to my senses and walked out of the gate of Li Shunde slowly. did not call the police, because there was no way to prove that the snake master killed the second uncle, because in the eyes of ordinary people, the second uncle and the snake master did not have any contact at all.
On the day of my second uncle's funeral, I was wearing a black jacket with a white cloth tied around my waist and a strip of black cloth hanging on my left shoulder, and I saw my mother and two brothers coming from a distance, they were walking in the sun, and I was standing in the dark, I looked at my mother, thinking that she would give me a big hug, thinking that she would hold me and stroke my head and say to me, "Good son is fine" However, all this was just to think that she passed by me silently, without even stopping for a moment, not even a word, not even a moment with her eyes on me.
In fact, she has always treated me like this for as long as I can remember, I should have been used to it, and even in my little heart I already knew that she would treat me like this, but today I still can't help but turn around and shout to her: "Mother" She finally stopped, and in the daylight she slowly turned her head to look at me with extremely cold eyes, and at this moment I felt as if there was ice and snow covering my body, and I heard her whisper: "What do you have to say to your father, I don't want to talk to you." ” Then she raised her hand and pointed behind me, and I turned my head to look behind me, never forgetting the scene behind me, the man who had never held me since I was born, and who had never even called my name, was wearing a big black trench coat, combing his usual big back, carrying a BB machine around his waist, and walking in those shiny leather shoes.
Ten thousand years unchanged cold face, as if never changed the cold look, he is my father, the second uncle's brother, his name is Wan Jianjun, Chinese New Year's Eve is thirty-seven years old, he gave birth to me when he was thirty years old, in my memory all the time he is the busy man of Tianzi No. 1, but also the coldness of Tianzi No. 1, as if nothing can move him, as if he will never smile.
"Daddy."
I shouted.
He walked in front of me, his eyes fell on me, and then he said unusually calmly: "Your second uncle called me before leaving, he said that you are going to Beijing to learn art, you can decide your own way, send your second uncle a ride and then go on the road." ” After saying that, he took out an envelope from his bosom and stuffed it into my hand, I touched it, and it should contain money.
"It's five hundred yuan, you don't have much to do with me from now on, go your own way."
Five hundred yuan, in the nineties is indeed not a small amount, but it is far from enough to buy out the family relationship between us, I pinched the envelope in my hand and silently lowered my head, has not spoken, stretched out my hand to take the arm of my father who was about to leave, and shouted in a low voice: "Dad, don't leave me, I want to go home with you." ” I don't want to drift, I don't want to go to Beijing, I'm scared, when I see so many weird things, when I see my second uncle fall down and never get up again, I'm scared I tugged at my father's hand, but he frowned and pulled his hand back, then looked at me with an unusually disgusted look and shouted, "Don't touch me, get out of the way" I stood on the spot, feeling overwhelmed, until my father dusted off the sleeves of his coat as if I had really soiled his clothes, and then strode into the mourning hall, at that moment, standing alone outside the mourning hall, I could no longer hold back my tears, my eyes were sore, my eyes were red, and tears rolled down from my eyes in an instant.
"What's going on, Lin'er, what's going on?"
Li San'er heard my cry and ran over from afar, hugged me, and gently stroked my head.
"My dad and my mom don't want me anymore, the three masters, my dad and my mom don't want me anymore, my dad gave me 500 yuan and doesn't want me anymore, the third uncle, I don't have a dad or a mom anymore" Many parents like to use such words to tease themselves with their children, such as "I don't want you anymore if you are naughty."
"I'll throw you out if I don't eat again."
It's just that when all this really came true to me, tears couldn't save my second uncle's life, and I couldn't get my parents back.
In ninety-five years, I was in Tianjin, when I was seven years old, my second uncle was killed because of my childishness, and my father gave me 500 yuan to break off the father-son relationship, but I thought it was the most tragic time in my life, but later I learned that this was only the beginning of my miserable life.
After the end of the second uncle's funeral, after five or seven, I followed Li Feng to Beijing together accompanied by Li San'er, when I arrived in Beijing, just in time for a light rain in Beijing, the sky was wafting with a trace of cold rain, we took Li Feng's friend's car all the way to the vicinity of Beijing Wanshou West Palace, at that time the traffic in Beijing was naturally not as congested as in modern times, but there were more bicycles on the road, the buildings on both sides were not so high, and there were many old alleys that were not demolished, and we stopped at the door of a alley called: West Pai Lou.
"Wan Lin, there is only one family in this West Archway, and the one sitting in this family is my master, and he is also the great master of our network, named Yan Kai, the word Fengru, the older generation likes to call him Yan Fengru, and our younger generation calls him Master Yan.
After you go in, you have to understand the etiquette, if he doesn't speak, don't speak first, if he doesn't let you sit, you stand, remember no" I nodded, to be honest, since the death of my second uncle, my impression of Li Feng has plummeted, I used to feel that he was a big hero, but now I feel that he is just an accomplice of a bad guy.
After getting out of the car, I walked inside with my schoolbag, the hutongs in Beijing are not narrow, which is very different from the alleys in the south, where people can't even walk side by side in the narrowest places.
Just in time for the rain, the old bluestone slab on the ground was wet by the rain, the color is particularly dark, I carefully walked on the bluestone slab, and I could see a black gate from a distance, the gate was pasted with a piece of golden round stickers, and when I walked in, I could see that the doorknob was also carved quite exquisitely, it was a pair of golden tiger heads.
There is no stone lion in front of the door, but there is a pair of couplets on both sides of the gate, the left book: Millennium Emperor Wannian Immortal.
Right book: Destiny is determined by heaven and not by heart.
Li Feng motioned for us not to move forward, and after tidying up his coat and hair, he walked to the black door very respectfully, and lightly buckled the golden knocker three times, "Knock, knock, knock."
After three sounds, the door slowly opened, but there was no one inside, and it was a large black area where nothing could be seen clearly.
"Why no one" I asked curiously.
As soon as the words fell, a candle suddenly lit up in the darkness, and the faint light of the fire illuminated the darkness around me, and I could vaguely see an old man standing behind the firelight, but he couldn't see his face clearly, but my psychic eyes saw some strange pictures.
I saw a trace of white air currents, spreading out in the darkness like mist, as if it were surrounding the old man sitting in the middle, and it seemed to spread aimlessly in the sky.
I looked at this mist, they slowly swirled in the sky, and finally within this darkness, behind this faint candle flame formed a huge humanoid object, I rubbed my eyes, and couldn't help but look up, in the depths of this West Pai Lou Hutong, in the middle of a huge patio-like house, all this white mist that only I could see transformed into a huge and difficult to execute picture, an immortal in a white robe, whose body was uncertain and composed of mist: