I remember the first day I entered elementary school, and the teacher said to me, "Children, you are so happy, you are living in such a peaceful era......

I'm slowly getting to the bottom of it. I don't understand what peace is, and I don't understand what happiness is.

But in nine days, I understood this meaning, and in a sad way, I understood the happiness of this world, and of course the darkness of this world.

Not every Zhong will be a male Jingjiao who can't be killed in the cartoon, and not every Zhong can burst out with shocking power like the heroes in the movie.

On that day in 95, Li San'er carried 2,000 bodies that had gradually become 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 Shunzhang slowly.

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

On the day of the 2,000th burial, I was wearing a black jacket. With Bai Ying tied around his waist and a black strip on his left shoulder, 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 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 been like this to me since 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 for nine days, I still couldn't help but turn around and shout to her: "Mother! ”

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

Then she bowed and pointed behind me, and I turned my head to look behind me, never forgetting the scene behind me, the man who had never hugged me since I was born, and who had never even called me Dongzi, was wearing a big black trench coat, combing his usual big back, carrying a BB machine around his waist, and walking on those shiny leather shoes.

Wan Nian Xie's cold face, as if he would never change his cold look, he is my father, Erqian's brother, his name is Wan Jianjun. Nine Chinese New Year's Eve was fifty-five years old, and he gave birth to me at the age of thirty, and in my memory I have always remembered him as the busyness 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." Winter Division co-carried.

I shouted.

He walked in front of me, his eyes fell on me, and then he said unusually calmly: "You called me before you left, he said that you are going to Beijing to learn art, you decide your own way, and you will go on the road after sending you two thousand and one rides." ”

With that, he took out an envelope from his bosom and stuffed it into my worship. 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 old item, but the mouth is far from enough to buy out the family relationship between us, I pinched the envelope of worship and bowed my head silently, has not spoken, stretched out to hold the arm of my father who was leaving, 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 two thousand Fu and never stand up again, I'm scared!

I dragged my father's worship, and he frowned and jerked it back, then looked at me with an unusually disgusted look and shouted, "Don't touch me!" Fuck off! ”

I stood on the spot, feeling like I couldn't help it, 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 at that moment, I could no longer hold back my tears when I was standing outside the mourning hall, 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.

"I don't want my dad anymore, the third master, I don't want my dad enough, my dad gave me five hundred yuan and doesn't want me, the third master, I don't have enough dad......"

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 this qiē really came true to me, tears couldn't save two thousand lives, and they couldn't get my parents back.

Ninety-five years, I was in Tianjin, when I was five years old, my 2,000 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 miserable time of my middle life, but later I learned that this was just the beginning of my miserable life.

After the end of the funeral of 2,000, after five or five, I followed Li Feng 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 a trace of cold rain, we took Li Feng's friend's car all the way to Beijing Wanshou West Palace nearby, at that time Beijing traffic was naturally not as congested as 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 the alley of a shout: 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 central channel, called 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? ”

I nodded, to be honest, since Er Qian's death, my impression of Li Feng has plummeted, in the past I felt that he was a big hero, but now I feel that he is just an accomplice in the bad.

After getting out of the car, I walked inside with my schoolbag, Beijing's hutongs are not narrow, which is very different from the alleys in the south, and the alleys in the south cannot 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 not dark, I walked carefully 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 I could see at a glance that this 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, and the left book: The thousand-year-old emperor is ten thousand years. 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, and there was not a single one inside, and it was a large black area where nothing could be seen clearly.

"Why didn't you hit?"

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 his face could not be seen clearly, Fu was my pair of 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, Lin finally in this darkness, behind this faint candle flame formed a huge medium-shaped object, I rubbed my eyes, I 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 turned into a huge and difficult to execute picture, a man in a white robe, his body was uncertain and composed of mist! R832