Hearing this sound, my head felt as if it had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, and my whole body began to tremble slightly unconsciously.
Five years, five years ago, I have never heard this voice again - from the old man who smiled when he saw me and asked me if I had eaten; The swaying old man; the old man who would rather suffocate himself to death than plan a way out for his descendants...
I clenched my fist tightly, and my nails were almost sinking into my palm. I still didn't realize it. I was still clenching it tightly, as if I wanted to use the pain to keep myself calm and awake.
But unfortunately, I couldn't feel any pain. Even though the nails had pierced the skin, I still didn't feel even the slightest bit of pain. Only then did I realize that I should be dead. Otherwise, how could I not feel pain, and how could I hear that sound that shouldn't be there?
I know that he should be the one to pick up his beloved grandson. It's a pity that he tried so hard to make his grandson immortal, but I let him down. I don’t know if he will be extremely disappointed when he sees me looking like this.
But I really tried my best. In the past few years, I have worked very hard to stay alive, but my opponent is too cunning. If I didn't jump into the well, not only would I not be able to save Ling Jiang, but I might also allow Peng Yao to realize his resurrection. Eternal life, how could I allow this to happen?
Well, just scold me, I took a deep breath with determination - even though I was in the underground river, it was theoretically impossible for me to breathe, but I still took a deep breath, and felt I took a breath, which made me feel incredible. But I didn't dwell too much on it, but slowly turned my head and looked over following the sound.
But at the moment when I turned around, I found that the surrounding scene was undergoing earth-shaking changes as I turned around - first half-high and not short walls appeared in front of me, closing in on both sides, waiting for me to turn around. After I finished, I was surrounded by a small courtyard.
In this yard, two wooden houses common in rural areas appeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. Directly in front were two rooms sandwiching a main room, and on the left was the kitchen. The layout is exactly the same as my house, even the ax marks on the threshold of the main room are exactly the same.
To be honest, if it weren’t for the ground beneath my feet or the coffin lid with my name engraved on it, I would have thought I had returned to my hometown in Wangjiacun.
And the most shocking thing was that under the eaves, I saw the man sitting on a chair, leaning against the back of the chair, slowly fanning the cattail leaf fan in his hand, looking at me with a kind and kind smile. elder.
After his death, I saw him several times, either with his body or in dreams, but no matter which time he appeared in front of me, he always had his mouth wide open. He had never been as kind and kind as he is now. look.
I know that this is probably my hallucination, and I also know that it may just be the obsession that I always wanted to see my grandfather in his normal appearance, so after my death, this obsession turned into such a scene, so called I settled my knot and went on the road with peace of mind.
But even though I knew it was an illusion, I still couldn't help but choke up after looking at my grandfather's kind and wrinkled smiling face. I tried to open my mouth, but I couldn't shout out those words. I could only stagger towards the old man like a soulless corpse.
When I walked up to the old man, I squatted down, put out my arms and hugged the old man's knees. After squeezing out a "Grandpa" from my mouth with difficulty, I buried my head between the double walls and cried loudly.
Everything I have encountered in the past five years started from the death of my grandfather without any warning.
To borrow a line that often appears in short videos, five years, do you know how I lived these five years?
I can’t even recall how I spent the past five years. I only know that every day and night, I spent endless self-blame and suffering. Life became a matter of survival, not just survival, but mainly in my heart. There is no way to relieve that kind of depression, which makes life worse than death.
I have thought more than once, if my grandfather had not passed away five years ago, would I have had a completely different life trajectory?
I would not have met Zhang Hazi, nor Ling Jiang, nor Mr. Chen, nor Zhang Mu, Liu Sangyi, etc.; I would not have known the Gui Xu Fish, nor would I have known the destiny of the twenty-four Yin Shoes. More importantly, Zhang Hazi will not become blind, and Ling Jiang will not die because of me...
All things seem to have a happy ending.
Of course, I don’t blame my grandfather for the choice he made. After all, as a dream keeper, he had to do that. I'm just blaming myself for not being ready yet, blaming myself for not being able to protect the friends around me, which is why Zhang Hazi and Ling Jiang suffered consequences that they shouldn't have to bear.
If possible, I hope that my grandfather can change the fate of the Nine Characters and let me be the one to seal Peng Yao's bronze blood coffin, and let me become the blind man instead of Zhang Hazi. I hope he can put all the consequences on me and let me bear all this alone.
But I know that this is just my fantasy, and all my expectations are just assumptions and will not come true!
So when I saw my grandfather with a normal face again, all the grievances, anguish, guilt, and self-blame I felt in my heart came out at once, turning into sounds of pain, and I lay on my grandfather's lap hysterically.
I don’t know how long I cried. I just know that my grandpa was the same as before, reaching out and gently stroking my head, while comforting me over and over again, son of a bitch, don’t cry, don’t cry, grandpa makes the decision for you.
Usually after saying this sentence, he would follow up with the following sentence - Whoever gets his head chopped off will die if he offends my grandson, and I will beat you to death for thousands of years!
But this time, he didn't.
I know, that's because my grandfather knew who bullied me this time. And most likely, he has no way to stand up for me. Otherwise, with his protective character, he would definitely scold me to put my mind at ease.
I cried for a while. After I completely stopped crying, I thought that after seeing my grandfather, my obsession had dissipated and my grandfather would definitely disappear. However, I didn’t expect that the scene around me had not changed at all. My grandfather Still sitting on the chair, looking at me with a kind smile.
I rubbed my eyes, wiped away my tears, and asked him, Grandpa, why are you still here? ----Are you here to pick me up?
My grandfather shook his head and started laughing, "Are you talking nonsense? How can any grandfather be willing to pick up his grandson?" I've been waiting here for you. I originally thought I wouldn't be able to wait for a hundred years, but I didn't expect you would be here in just five years.
I was a little confused and asked him, why are you waiting for me here? And are you ready to wait a hundred years?
He said, wait for you to come, so that I can give you something that belongs to you.
