Before the crossing, he was born in this place in western Liaoning, in the place of blacksmith tun in Yi County, according to the normal tradition of the Chinese, with an army of 100,000 to return to his hometown, then he must go back to his hometown to see.
But there is a problem here, that is, if you are a descendant, should you worship your ancestors or set up a tablet to be an ancestor yourself Wang Dazhuang and Xu Jie really don't understand, how can they stop Lu Hanqiang from wanting to go to a place called Blacksmith Tun in western Liaoning to worship, now in the entire western Liaoning region, do you know what the situation is, the forest is dense, the big insects are infested, and the tigers, leopards and wolves are in groups.
Wang Dazhuang took Lu Hanqiang's hand, he really didn't worry about letting his brother haunt the tigers, leopards and wolves.
As a result, Lu Hanqiang said: "I have to go to that place, that is the place that I have dreamed of, not only to go, but also to fill all the honor guards, I want to make that place glorious from now on." ” It was the first time that Lu Hanqiang put the guard of honor so extravagantly, a team of 3,000 people, a plaque and a banner stretched for three miles, Lu Hanqiang was dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, walking in the forefront of this guard of honor, and the result made him very frustrated, because there was no road in front of him, while walking, he thought in frustration, in fact, he was too early, the real development of the Northeast, that was three hundred years later, when his ancestors came to the blacksmith tun, it was also four hundred years later, he really came early.
But in any case, the kind of haunting dream, the place where he was born, just like in this world, in this vast universe, there is a call of God, let him involuntarily return to his homeland, that kind of hometown timidity, in real time around his dreams.
Originally, it was too far away from this homeland, and there was no way, but now, it is so close, no matter what, you have to take a look at the land that really gave birth to you, the hometown that you really gave birth to, the mountains and rivers, and the place that haunts your dreams.
Along the way, he chattered and talked to the little fat man, how he was on the big tree, diving, how he swam in the river, skating in the winter, catching fish in the summer, anyway, he wouldn't, the little fat man could understand, and he couldn't understand, so neurotic chatter.
There is no road, it is simply crazy to make yourself crazy, Lu Hanqiang has to wave a knife every time he walks to a campsite, and slashes at all the thorns in front of him, where is my road, where is my road, and I shouted hoarsely.
And every now and then, the little fat man will hold him.
What else can the little fat man say when he holds him, he thinks his brother-in-law is crazy.
Lu Hanqiang hugged the little fat man and cried: "I can't find my way home, I really can't find my way home, where is my home When I can't find my way home, I am equivalent to losing myself, am I in a dream, or a dream in my heart, you say, you tell me." ” So, the next day, Lu Hanqiang still held his bloody hands, wielding his sword and axe with hesitation, and cut through thorns and thorns towards his goal.
It's not about overcoming obstacles, it's about finding home, it's about finding a comfort for the soul, it's a kind of perseverance until death.
The Northeast is too desolate, so desolate that he can't find his way home, when he walks for a day, when Lu Hanqiang discarded the machete in his hand that has been stained with blood, he suddenly lay on the thorny road that he can no longer cut and cry, and filthy his brocade clothes to the point that it can't be seen When the time comes, he cried in front of the soldiers in the camp: "My ancestors, where are your roots, where are you, and you let me be worried for this life." ” That night, 3,000 soldiers wept together for Lu Hanqiang, silent, full of grief, and the soldiers finally understood one thing, we, as adults, were looking for our roots.
The little fat man finally understood one thing, my brother-in-law, the original roots were all fake, and he is now looking for his roots.
The little fat man hugged his brother-in-law who was crying into a puddle of mud and patted gently: "Brother-in-law, even if it is the abyss ahead, even if it is the universe in front of me, I will find the root for you." ” The next day, the little fat man was in front, Lu Hanqiang was still frantically wielding a sickle, still paranoid looking for his way home, at this time, the forest was dense and thorns were everywhere, where was his real home Looking for roots, but it is a kind of root that cannot be found at all, it is a kind of desperate and frustrated persistence, Lu Hanqiang cried and shouted, and shouted while moving forward.
The roots of the Chinese are here, and when they can't find the place where they were born, they simply let themselves be at a loss.
The three thousand soldiers began to frantically cut the thorny road for Lu Hanqiang, because they really couldn't stand the sorrow and despair of their commanders.
"No, no, no, to the northwest, open a way for me to the northwest, and that's my way home."
Every day, Lu Hanqiang said this to these 3,000 subordinates, and burst into tears.
The little fat man also burst into tears.
Others don't understand, he doesn't need others to understand, he is timid, in fact, what Lu Hanqiang wants to do most now Do you know what it is, that is, when he returns to his hometown, Blacksmith Tun, what he wants to see most is that in the three earthen houses, his wife looked at himself in front of the earthen house, and said to himself: "Come back." ” At that time, it was no longer a dream, but the reality of the real facts, the change of history of bullshit, what bullshit, I just wanted to see my mother, my own mother But as the soldiers wielded machetes to cut through thorns, this kind of family affection became more and more desperate in Lu Hanqiang's heart.
Finally returned to the ditch and ditch called Blacksmith Tun.
The mountains and rivers are still the same, but there are no people, Lu Hanqiang stood here, looking around blankly, is this the place where I was born and raised My father and mother, where is it now When I walked to the place where my home should be, it was just a forest, infested with tigers, leopards, and wolf dogs.
Push people up, when they walk to the original main grave, it is even more of a barren grass, in fact, the development history of the old Lu family, in the Qing Daoguang years, he did come too early.
Frustrated, frustrated.
Lu Hanqiang looked around blankly, where are my roots, where am I in a dream, or am I dreaming in my heart, he fell to his knees in the place where it should have been an ancestral tomb, his hands turned to the sky, and he shouted with all his might: "I am returning to my hometown in brocade clothes, who do I show my brocade clothes to return to my hometown, my ancestors and ancestors in the dark, have you ever seen my glory, have you ever seen everything I am doing for this Han family?"
In a barren grass, the original ancestral land, the rabbit pheasant answered Lu Hanqiang's wail and cried bitterly, The little fat man really didn't understand Lu Hanqiang's thoughts, and finally according to Lu Hanqiang's request, he used a wooden board to write the tablet of Lu's ancestors, and buried this tablet on a hillside that was so barren that it could no longer be barren, and then looked at the inexplicable Lu Hanqiang to this tablet, bowed three times and bowed nine times, made the most respectful dedication, and promised him that from now on, he would pay tribute at four o'clock, and then carry Lu Hanqiang, who had fainted from crying, and walked back to his camp.
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