It was already an hour after we arrived at Nanhai Village.
Nanhai Village is no longer called Nanhai Village, but Nanhai New Village.
You can still find the old houses from the past.
They are all three-story buildings.
They are planned and neat, and there are many residential areas.
We went directly to the Nanhai Community Neighborhood Committee to look up Chen Jiashun’s name.
The staff in the community are very enthusiastic, but if you want to find someone, you have to go to the community police station.
Because there are many people in the community and there are many immigrants, it is impossible to find anyone.
We then found the Nanhai Xinqiao Police Station and asked the police officer on duty, who said they were looking for someone to look for relatives and asked for Chen Jiashun's name.
The police were very cooperative, and then they jumped out and found ten people named Chen Jiashun in a community.
My grandfather said they should be around seventy years old.
The police said there were two of them, one was sixty-eight years old and the other was seven.
Eleven years old.
Grandpa and I looked at each other and I said, "Can you give us your address?"
"According to regulations, this is not possible.
Citizens' information must be kept strictly confidential.
If you want this information, please show relevant certificates or go to our director."
The policeman said with a smile.
I went, and then I thought about it, I took out my military officer's ID card, and asked him to ask their director for instructions.
If that didn't work, I thought I'd call Chi Hai again.
Then he called for instructions.
About five minutes later, he printed it out.
There were two Chen Jiashuns on it, with addresses, dates of birth, and photos.
However, it was printed in black and white and was not clear.
After coming out of the police station, my grandfather identified and recalled carefully.
Based on his childhood memories, he stared at the two photos on the paper and compared them for a long time.
Finally, he shook his head and said, "I really can't recognize them."
I also looked at the piece of paper and said, "There are only two that match.
It's easy to find and doesn't take time."
Then, just as I was about to look away, I saw that the seventy-one-year-old man was listed as a household with five guarantees.
I quickly said, "Grandpa, look, households with five guarantees should go to this house first."
"Yeah, it's very likely, so go to this place."
The fat man took us downstairs to Chen Jiashun's house.
This is an older building with only two floors, and it is next to the vegetable market.
We got off the car and picked some fruits from the fruit shop next to us.
We couldn't leave empty-handed.
When I was checking out, I asked the boss: "Boss, please ask, is this address over here?
Do you know this person?"
"Oh, I know him.
He lives upstairs.
He is single.
The people living upstairs are all households with five guarantees.
I am most impressed by him.
Everyone else will say hello to us, but this person seems to be He is like a mute.
I have been running a fruit shop here for almost ten years.
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I have seen him at least hundreds of times.
Every time he passes by here picking up rags.
I've never seen him speak, and he seems to be a lifeless person.
After picking up rags, he goes to the rag shop in front to sell them.
He doesn't say a word while selling, and just puts the things there.
The shop owner is also used to it and doesn't cheat him.
How much is that?
No matter how much money was given, he didn't bargain.
After taking the money, he bought some food and went upstairs."
The shopkeeper kept talking and was very enthusiastic.
"Oh, okay, let's go up and find him."
"OK."
Then the four of us went upstairs to Room 203 on the second floor.
The paint on the door was almost peeling off, but there was a Taoist charm affixed to it, and there was an iron door outside to guard against theft.
Dong Dong Dong, I knocked on the door.
After waiting for a long time, the door opened with a creak.
There was an old man in the door.
He was as thin as a bamboo pole, with dark skin and sunken eye sockets, but his eyes were very sharp.
He looked at the four of us intently but said nothing.
I quickly said: "Excuse me, are you Chen Jiashun?"
He still had no reaction and remained silent.
My grandfather hurriedly said: "Brother, do you remember that there was an old Taoist priest and a young Taoist priest in my Shangwu Village?
These two Taoist priests often went to various villages to perform rituals and did not accept payment.
I am the one who That little Taoist priest.”
Chen Jiashun's eyes suddenly shone brightly, he stretched out his hand to open the iron door and made a gesture of invitation.
Grandpa took us in and said, "Excuse me, excuse me."
I handed over the fruit in my hand, and he took it and said in Hokkien: "You're welcome."
We were startled because he could speak, but when he spoke, he was very slow and seemed to pause.
The house was very clean, but very crowded.
There was a living room at the entrance, and then there was a door at the back, which led to the bedroom.
There was also a door in the bedroom, and there was a balcony.
He was cooking on the balcony because he saw briquettes.
There was a dining table in the living room, but there were only two stools.
He and my grandfather sat down, and we all stood.
Then there was an offering table in the living room.
There were many spiritual tablets and portraits on the offering table, but there was no such thing as what my grandfather said.
The sword is broken, but the statue of Guan Gong is still there.
"Decades have passed, and there are not many people left who I knew back then."
My grandfather sighed first and said with a slight smile.
He looked at my grandfather blankly, his expression a little dull, but he still nodded slowly in agreement.
"Well, it's like this.
I won't beat around the bush.
You also know how we Taoist priests are.
We don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything.
We recently had a ritual to do and needed a knife.
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We did it purely to save people.
"I want to borrow your ancestor's knife from you.
When it's used up, I'll return it to you immediately.
We can rent it to you.
Just tell me how much you need."
My grandfather said straight to the point.
Hearing this, Chen Jiashun's whole body was trembling, tears came out, and then he almost went crazy.
He stood up, opened the door, pointed at the door, and said with a cold face: "Let's go."
I took a breath of air.
This man fell out of love so easily.
What on earth happened to him?
"Brother, don't be angry.
Did something happen?
If there is anything you need our help with, just tell us."
Grandpa explained quickly.
He looked at his grandfather's face indifferently and sneered: "I want my wife and children to be resurrected, can you do it?"
I took a breath of air.
Chen Jiashun also encountered something big.
Grandpa said, "What on earth happened to him?"
"I asked you if it was okay," he repeated again.
"No, I'm just a Taoist priest, not a god."
Grandpa said calmly.
"Then get out."
He actually used the word "get out" and became rude.
We stared at him blankly, but we were helpless.
But one thing is certain, something must have happened to him, but he didn't say it.
We exited his house, turned around, and with a crash, the bag of fruit we bought was thrown out and scattered throughout the corridor.
"Let's go.
It seems like he won't tell.
Let's think of other ways."
Grandpa sighed.
I thought for a while and said, "You can ask Chi Hai for help to find out what happened to him so that we can prescribe the right medicine."
"Yeah."
Grandpa and Yuelan nodded at the same time
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