Luocheng was not far from the capital of the Song Dynasty. He rode all the way south along the official road and walked all night. He arrived at Luocheng at dawn the next day. Lin Xiaolu said goodbye to Qian Shishi and continued to Donggua Village. move forward in the direction.
In fact, Lin Xiaolu didn't know the road very well, but fortunately he still had a vague impression. In addition to asking around all the way, he arrived at the picturesque, but remote and poor Donggua Village at noon that day.
In the endless green melon fields, the young man was riding a horse, holding a duck, and driving happily. Many farmers in the fields who were doing farm work looked at him curiously, and many children looked at him.
Lin Xiaolu looked around and found no familiar acquaintance, so he continued to drive along the route in his memory.
Vaguely, he walked through a pine forest, jumped over a stream, and then drove his horse to a mud house overgrown with weeds.
"Xu~"
After shaking the reins and jumping off the horse, Lin Xiaolu walked into this impression of a shabby house.
The handsome duck followed behind him without saying a word. It felt that the boss seemed to be in a strange mood now. He didn't know whether he was excited to go home or remembered something unpleasant. In short, it was better for him to keep quiet now, otherwise he would be easily beaten.
Lin Xiaolu walked into the house with bare walls and a musty smell everywhere, and walked around with a nostalgic expression on his face.
Every inch of this place has memories that belong to him.
He looked around, and finally placed his eyes on a pile of scattered discarded items. There was a tablet with only half left in it.
Picking up the tablet, Lin Xiaolu looked at it quietly, recalling some things from his childhood in his mind.
It was still snowing heavily at that time.
In order to help his sister survive that winter, he used all the wood in the house to make a fire to keep warm. After finally burning it all, he even started to burn his parents' memorial tablets. Fortunately, the storyteller appeared in time to stop him.
But it was still a step too late. My mother's tablet was burned out, and only half of my father's tablet was burned.
I remember that at that time, when my six-year-old self faced my husband’s obstruction, I let out a childish roar:
"My sister is freezing to death! I still care about the memorial tablets!
When all the living people are gone, who has time to care about the dead! "
In two words, the gentleman was immediately stopped.
After a long time, Lin Xiaolu came back to his senses, touched half of the tablet in his hand, and looked at the half-remaining name on it, which was blackened by flames. He took a deep breath and put it into his backpack.
This is the only thing he thinks about in this family.
One of the purposes of coming back this time is to retrieve this half of the tablet.
The sixteen-year-old boy revisited his old place and saw the old things again. He couldn't help but miss the things he saw and felt sad. But just when he was filled with emotion, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Lin Tianba!"
Lin Xiaolu was stunned for a moment, turned around and was pleasantly surprised:
"Xiaobo?"
I saw a country boy who was two years older than Lin Xiaolu standing outside the house.
The young man rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then said in surprise: "Brother Ba, is it really you? Are you not dead?"
"Haha, Xiaobo, long time no see!"
Lin Xiaolu happily stepped forward and gave the boy a big hug, laughing loudly and saying, "It's so great to see you again. I almost forgot what you look like."
The boy in front of him was named Zhao Xiaobo, who was his former playmate. At that time, he often asked Xiaobo to call him Lin Tianba, because he felt that the name Lin Xiaolu was not powerful enough.
"Long time no see Xiaobo, why are you here?"
The dark-skinned country boy looked at him and replied with the same surprise: "I saw a horse standing in front of your house, so I came over to take a look out of curiosity."
As he said that, the young man's eyes suddenly turned red and he said, "Brother Ba, where have you been these years? The villagers thought you and Xiao Yu'er were dead."
"Hey, it's a long story. Is Old Man Zhang still in the village?"
"He's still there, but he doesn't tell stories anymore. He stays in the house every day and doesn't come out. I don't know what he is doing." After saying that, the boy looked around and asked, "Where is Xiao Yu'er?"
"She didn't come. I came alone this time." Lin Xiaolu said with a smile.
"Oh~" After saying that, the young man looked at the young man again and asked curiously: "Brother Ba, are you a Taoist priest now?"
"Hey, I was young and ignorant at that time. I made a mistake and became a Taoist priest." Lin Xiaolu hugged the young man's shoulders and laughed loudly: "Let's go, come with me to find Old Man Zhang."
The young man scratched his head when he heard this and said awkwardly: "Brother Ba, I haven't finished planting the rice seedlings yet."
After saying that, he looked at the horses outside the door and said with a somewhat reserved expression: "Brother Ba, you have become a big shot now, you have horses."
When Lin Xiaolu heard this, he paused for a moment, then he keenly noticed the restraint in the young man's eyes, and felt startled.
After a moment, he smiled softly: "This horse is given to you."
"Ah?" Zhao Xiaobo opened his mouth wide and round, and said hesitantly: "Brother Ba, this, this is too expensive, it must be worth a lot of money. I have been farming for several years and I can't buy such a horse."
"Haha, it's okay." Lin Xiaolu held the hand of his childhood playmate and said with a warm smile: "When you were a child, you followed me around every day and got beaten by your mother a lot. As the eldest brother, I couldn't bring you any success. No matter what the benefit is, just accept this horse."
As he said that, he patted the young man on the shoulder and said with a smile: "If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can go to Emei to find big brother, and big brother can help you solve it."
"Brother Ba, I..."
"Okay, don't be embarrassed." Lin Xiaolu said with a friendly smile: "I'll go find Old Man Zhang first, and take you to a restaurant in town for a big meal in the evening. We haven't seen each other in almost ten years, so we must eat more today. A few bowls and I won’t return until I’m full.”
He actually didn't know many people in Donggua Village, and his relationship with those adults wasn't very good. Zhao Xiaobo was his only companion, so now that he saw them, he naturally had to take care of them.
Lin Xiaolu continued chatting with him for a while, then asked the young man to take his horse without worries, and then went straight to the house where the storyteller was.
He had so many questions for the Storyteller.
Taking Handsome Duck with him, Lin Xiaolu ran all the way, looking for memories and came to an equally dilapidated earthen house. As he ran, he shouted: "Old man Zhang! I'm back!"
He came to the house and opened the door excitedly.
Then, I was instantly confused!
I saw a big black coffin placed in the center of the main room of the house!
…
…
Lin Xiaolu stood in a daze, and it took him a while to react. He shouted a few more times, but still no one responded to him. In the end, he could only turn his eyes to the big coffin in front of him.
The handsome duck on the side hesitated and said: "Boss, the storyteller you are talking about seems to be dead."
Lin Xiaolu pursed his lips and said nothing. He raised his hand and touched the coffin, his eyes twinkling.
The storyteller who could predict his boss Li Mingru should be an expert in the world, so how could he die just because he wanted to?
He touched the coffin board and hesitated to open the coffin to take a look. But just as his hand touched it, the handsome duck beside him suddenly exclaimed:
"Boss, there is a letter on the altar!"
Lin Xiaolu was startled, immediately let go of his hand, went over to take the letter and opened it to read.
As soon as he saw the letter, he was confused again.
The letter was very short, with only a few sentences:
"Lin Xiaolu, you melon kid, if you dare to open the coffin, I will take you away!
I know you have a lot of questions, don't ask them, just ask because I'm already dead, and the dead are the most important!
After you return to Emei, remember to practice martial arts well and hang out with your boss Li Mingru. Don't miss me. Maybe we will meet in another world in the future. "
After reading the contents of the letter, Lin Xiaolu said in confusion: "Another world? Is it hell?"
The handsome duck nodded: "I guess so."
