No face? !
Mr. Wang, do you think I am blind?
A good-looking face is right on my grandfather's face. Are you telling me that he has no face? So what did I see? Is it air?
Have you ever seen the air grinning?
I felt like my intelligence was insulted.
Not only me, but also the village chief looked at Mr. Wang with confusion, obviously unable to understand what he said.
Mr. Wang was not in a hurry to explain. He only said one sentence and completely shattered our doubts.
He said, have you ever seen an old man in his 70s or 80s whose face has no wrinkles?
In rural areas, people in big cities don't pay much attention to maintenance. People who are exposed to the sun and rain, let alone seventy or eighty years old, even those in their thirties, will already have ravines on their faces.
But even for people in big cities, no matter how well they take care of themselves, even if they take hyaluronic acid injections three times a day, it is impossible to guarantee that their faces will be completely wrinkle-free when they are 70 or 80 years old.
No matter how many doubts and reluctances we have in our hearts, the village chief and I can only reluctantly accept Mr. Wang’s point of view at this time.
But I still can't figure it out. If my grandfather doesn't have a face on his head, what is this 'face' I see?
Mr. Wang ignored my question and asked me again to help him turn my grandfather's body over.
This time, the village chief did not stop him. Obviously, he was also at a loss by what Mr. Wang said.
The lid of grandpa's coffin has been opened. We can't keep grandpa's body exposed. Since the village chief didn't stop me, I followed Mr. Wang's wishes and turned grandpa's body over, and then together with Mr. Wang, Replace the coffin lid that had a hole in it.
After doing all this, Mr. Wang sat down next to the ashes of the campfire. His face was full of exhaustion, as if he had exhausted all his strength by lifting a coffin lid.
While he had time, I asked my grandfather again what the 'face' on his head was.
But he still didn't answer. Instead, he took out a plastic bag containing tobacco from his arms, rolled a cigarette, and finally stuck it with saliva. Then he picked up an unburned stick and dug it into the bonfire. , find a spark that has not been extinguished and ignite it.
He took a few quick puffs to make sure the dry smoke was lit, then took a deep breath, then spit it out, and slowly spoke to me, "Your grandfather didn't tell you originally, and I couldn't speak either." But your grandpa has made a big fuss, and I'm afraid you will find out sooner or later.
I was confused when I heard this, and couldn't help but glance at the village chief, only to find that he also looked confused.
Mr. Wang took another puff of dry cigarette, and then asked me, "Little baby, do you know that your grandfather called me son's name?"
I nodded to show that I knew, but I didn't say my grandfather's name.
Mr. Wang threw me the wooden stick he used to light his cigarette and asked me to write these three words.
Although I didn't understand it, I still did it and wrote the words "Chen Youwei".
Mr. Wang shook his head, reached out to grab the wooden stick, scratched the word 'you', and then wrote the word 'you' on top.
He said that your grandfather's real name was Chen Youwei, but he later changed it to Chen Youwei.
Changing names is so common. Could it have something to do with my grandfather's weird face?
Mr. Wang didn't say anything, but asked me, do you know what your grandfather did before?
Let me tell you, Haneng is a farmer, a real farmer.
As soon as I said this, Mr. Wang couldn't help but sneer and said, if your grandfather was a farmer, then there would be no farmers in the world.
Seeing that I didn't understand what he meant, he continued to explain, "You will know it sooner or later anyway, and I'm not afraid to tell you that your grandfather was a shoemaker before he changed his name." "Good luck and kindness", your grandfather is the tenth generation descendant of the child craftsman, the generation with the character "you".
I know that a shoemaker is a person who sets up a stall on the street and specializes in repairing people's shoes. This kind of people used to be very common, but now they are basically invisible.
But what I didn’t know was that in the shoemaking industry, there is actually a sect inheritance and a generational sect?
Are they like Shaolin and Wudang? Different sects have different methods of repairing shoes?
Mr. Wang laughed disdainfully and said, "You are talking about those child craftsmen who specialize in repairing children (shoes) for Yang people. Everyone can do it. They may have a master's inheritance, let alone a sect."
He continued, "This child maker I'm talking about specializes in making children for the dead!" "Shoes are divided into left and right, and the road is divided into yin and yang." This is the mantra of their Yin children. Didn't you hear your grandfather say it?
I shook my head and said that I had never heard these eight words.
Moreover, if Mr. Wang hadn’t told me today, this would have been the first time I heard that there are yang shoemakers and yin shoemakers in this world.
So, my grandfather is a shoemaker?
Mr. Wang nodded and said, there are four talented people of this generation, namely Li Xin Fu Wei. The first three are dead... No, all four are dead. Hey, it's a pity that A piece of good craftsmanship!
I'm getting more and more confused. What kind of craftsmanship is he talking about? Also, making shoes for the dead also requires inheritance? Isn't it possible that things like birthday shoes are available in the wedding and wedding shop next to the hospital for as much as you want?
More importantly, does what he said have anything to do with my grandfather's weird face? !
Mr. Wang sneered and said, you little kids, your ancestors will lose everything sooner or later. When you are about to use it, you will realize that you are blind!
Seeing that I didn't respond, Mr. Wang took the initiative to ask me, do you know why your grandfather wanted to change his son's name?
I thought about the martial arts novels I had read before, and tentatively replied, "Escape from the enemy?"
Mr. Wang looked at me like I was an idiot and said, you should read less martial arts novels from now on.
After speaking, he glanced at his grandfather's coffin, then pointed at his face and said that he changed his name because of this thing dripping from his head.
I asked, what on earth is that? Why does it look exactly like my grandfather’s face?
After hearing this, Mr. Wang looked at me with a smile and asked me, "How can you be sure that this thing is exactly the same as your grandfather's face?"
Is not this nonsensical? I grew up next to my grandfather. Do I not know what my grandfather looks like?
The village chief also nodded in agreement, saying that the thing was indeed exactly the same as my grandfather's face.
Mr. Wang sneered and said, since you grew up next to your grandfather, you must know what your grandfather looks like? Ha, (also), are you sure that the face you saw when you were a child was your grandfather's original face?
Mr. Wang paused and continued, what if, before I gave birth to you, that thing had been on your grandfather's face?
With just one sentence, I was petrified on the spot!
