I remember the first day I walked into elementary school, and my teacher said to me, "Children, you are so happy to grow up in such a peaceful era......

I don't understand. I don't understand what peace is, and I don't understand what happiness is.

But today I understand this meaning, and I understand the happiness of this world and of course the darkness of this world in a sad way.

Not every Seven will become an unbeatable male protagonist in the cartoon, and not every Seven can burst out of the power of the Amazing Seven at the last moment like the hero in the movie.

One day in 95 years, Li San'er carried the second uncle's body that was gradually cold, and pulled me who didn't know how to cry or even slowly walked out of the gate of Li Shunde.

did not call the police, because there was no way to prove that the snake master killed the second uncle, because in the ordinary seven eyes, the second uncle and the snake master did not have any contact at all.

All day after 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, I saw my mother and two brothers coming from a distance, they were walking in the sunshine, 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 then stroked my head and said to me, "Good son is fine......"

But. I just thought that she passed by me silently, not even for a moment, not even a word, not even a moment in her eyes.

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 do this to me, but today I still couldn't help but turn around and shout to her: "Mother! ”

She finally stopped. She turned her head slowly but looked at me with extremely cold eyes, and at this moment I felt as if there was ice and snow covering me, and I heard her whisper, "I don't want to talk to you if I have something to say to your father." ”

Then she raised her hand and pointed behind me, and I turned my head to look behind me, never forgetting the scene behind me, a man who had never hugged me since I was born, and who had never even drunk my name, was wearing a black coat, combing his usual big back, carrying a BB machine around his waist, and walking in a pair of shiny leather shoes.

The cold face that has not changed for ten thousand years, as if the cold look that will never change, he is my father, the elder brother of the second uncle, 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, and in my memory he has always been the busy seven of Tianzi No. 1, and also the coldness of Tianzi No. 1, as if nothing could move him, as if he would 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." ”

With that, he took out an envelope from his bosom and stuffed it into my hand. I touched it, and it was supposed to 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 relationship between us, I pinched the envelope in my hand and silently lowered my head, has not spoken, stretched out my hand to hold the arm of my father, who was about to leave, and shouted in a low voice: "Dad, don't let me go, 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 strange things, when I see my second uncle fall down and never get up again, I'm scared! Clip the giant field row.

I tugged at my father's hand, but he frowned and pulled his hand back sharply, then looked at me with an unusually disgusted look and shouted, "Don't touch me! Fuck off! ”

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, and for a moment, 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 wrong? 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 third master, my dad and my mom don't want it 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 weak 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 this qiē really came true to me, tears couldn't save my second uncle's life, and I couldn't get my parents back.

Ninety-five years, I was in Tianjin, seven years old, my second uncle was killed because of my naivety, my father gave me 500 yuan and broke off the father-son relationship with me, but, I thought this was the most tragic time of my seven lives but later I learned that this was only the beginning of my miserable seven lives.

After the end of the second uncle's funeral, after five or seven, I followed Li Qing to Beijing accompanied by Li San'er, when I arrived in Beijing, just in time for a light rain in Beijing, the sky was drifting with cold rain, we took Li Qing'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 modern Tong, but there were more bicycles on the road, the buildings on both sides were not high, and there were many weak old alleys that were not demolished, and we stopped at the door of a Hutong called: West Pai Lou.

"Wan Lin, there is only one family of seven families in this west archway, and the one sitting in this family of seven houses is my master, and he is also the great master of our seven veins, named Yan Kai, the word Fengru, the older generation of seven people like 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? ”

I nodded, to be honest, since the death of my second uncle, my impression of Li Qing has plummeted, I used to feel that he was a big hero but now I feel that he is just an accomplice of the bad seven.

After getting out of the car, I walked inside with my schoolbag, Beijing's hutongs are not narrow, which is weakly different from the alleys in the south, and the narrowest alleys in the south can't even be side by side.

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 Qing motioned for us not to move forward, and after straightening his coat and hair, he walked to the black gate very respectfully, and lightly buckled the golden door knocker three times, "Knock, knock, knock." After three sounds, the door slowly opened, but there was no seven inside, and it was dark and I couldn't see anything clearly.

"Why isn't there seven?"

I asked curiously.

As soon as the words fell, Darkness Five suddenly lit up a candle, 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 white stream of air, spreading out in the darkness like mist, which seemed to surround the old man sitting in the five rooms, and seemed to spread aimlessly across the sky.

I looked at this piece of mist, they slowly swirled in the sky, and finally in this darkness, behind this faint candle flame formed a huge seven-shaped object, I rubbed my eyes, I couldn't help but look up, in the depths of this West Pai Lou Hutong, the huge patio-like house Wuyang, all these white mist that only I could see turned into a huge and difficult to execute picture, a fairy wearing a white robe, whose body was uncertain and composed of mist! R832