Chapter 147

"Second Lord, is it really you?" Lu Ziming threw himself on the old man's leg sitting in the middle and knelt for a few steps. His tears couldn't stop flowing down.

The old man slowly raised his withered arm and shook Lu Ziming's head in a trembling voice. Mumbling, "Xiao Zhi is back, and finally you * re back..."

At this moment, the world was quiet, leaving only the old man's deep sigh and hard gasp, "all gone, only you came back... Life...!"

"Second Lord! It's me, back!" Lu Ziming's eyes were filled with tears, and scenes of childhood flashed before his eyes.

A boy holding a wooden sword, surrounded the ancient cypress in the ancestral hall, chasing a group of children playing the role of hunting and fighting. A toddler cried and wrapped his nose around an old man. The difficult girl told the tragedy of being bullied, complained about being cut by other children, and raised her withered arm to look for the protection of the old man.

The old man held the child in his arms, wiped the tears and thick snot on his face, turned out a yellow book and told the child strange ghost stories. At the beginning, the young child hid in the arms of the old man. Finally, the old man told the story in the book. The young child curiously grabbed the old man's beard and pulled off several white beards every time.

The young children grow up day by day. Every time they are bullied, they always find the old man to tell their grievances, but the old man always gives an eternal smile and tells the stories in the books again and again in the young children's ears, as if nothing can affect the old man.

When the young children grew up, they knew what the old man was talking about. However, the young children regarded these stories as myths and legends. The teacher told the young children that they were feudal remnants, and there were no demons and ghosts in the world.

In the memory of the young children, the old people rarely leave the ancestral hall. The girls in the mountain village can't play in the ancestral hall after they are 12 years old. Only the young children always go to the ancestral hall to see the kind old man every time they come back from school.

Time is like a big wave washing sand. Too many things are wiped out by time, and too many things are carried by the big wave and can't be forgotten. Maybe it's because the parents of the young child are not around for a long time. The young child has already regarded the ancestral temple as another harbor of his mind.

The fairy tales of the old people have never happened. Even in the vast mountains, there is no need to see demons and ghosts, but young children are still willing to listen to the old man's chatter.

"Just come back!" the old man seemed to have fallen asleep and didn't move. Every long time, some words that he didn't understand suddenly came out.

"Second uncle, come with me. I'll find a safe place where there is food..."

The old man didn't respond. If he didn't see the thin chest, he would even think that the old man had gone.

"Just come back...!"

Lu Ziming didn't dare to disturb the old man in his false sleep. The old man's calloused palms stayed on his forehead and didn't move any more, as if they were still and stiff.

"Second master...!"

"Just come back...!"

"Second uncle, I have water here!"

The old man shook his head hard. His eyes were slightly closed and looked down at Lu Ziming lying on his legs. He slowly raised his arm and put it on the incense table next to him. I don't know what the old man pressed. A gap opened on the sacrificial incense table, "bring it!"

Lu Ziming, following the direction of the old man's fingers, saw a scroll like a Book shaft in the crack. He reached out and took it. He found it looked like a scroll of sheepskin. The color on it was yellow and black, as if it could be crushed with great effort.

"Take it... Put it away!... this is an ancient scroll handed down by family. You must keep it well!"

Each family has its own genealogy and some things that have been circulating for a long time. Lu Ziming will not be surprised. He is now the only descendant of Lu's family. It's no use for Lu Ziming to think more when the old man gives himself the ancient scroll of family biography.

"I will take good care of it!"

"Remember! People are rolling, and the death roll is still...! take this away too..." the old man pointed to a small stone mill on the incense table again, "take it away and keep it!"

Lu Ziming looked at the small dark stone mill on the incense table. In his memory, the small stone mill had been placed on the incense table. Before he wanted to touch it, the old man would suddenly get angry. He changed his kind face in the past and denounced his unfilial.

No one knows when this small stone mill existed or what it is used for. I guess it must be a relic left by my ancestors and the most valuable thing in the mountain village.

However, many Taobao Taobao people came to the mountain village, and even an unfilial ethnic group stole the stone mill for sale. As a result, there were no inscriptions on the stone mill, let alone any use value. The unfilial ethnic group was laughed at by others and thought crazy about money. That broken thing was regarded as an antique and was almost put in a neurological hospital.

The old man said that the stone mill had existed since his grandfather's grandfather. I don't know how many years it has been passed on, but the cultural relic appraiser said that it was a fake for no more than three or four years, and it didn't see any use value, not even grinding beans. What's more strange is that the stone mill is so light that it is mistakenly thought to be forged by organic plastic.

Lu Ziming didn't think that the stone mill was made of organic plastic and should be a very light stone, because some stones could float on the water. Perhaps it was because of this that our ancestors regarded the stone mill as a family treasure.

"Second master, I'll take good care of it!"

"Then I'll rest assured", the old man's eyelids moved, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, raised his finger to the door, grunted in his throat, and his face suddenly became ruddy.

"Second Lord, what's the matter with you?" Lu Ziming caught a trace of abnormality. "Talk!... I'll take you back. There's a doctor...".

The old man's arm slowly hung down, his eyes suddenly opened and looked at the distance. The focal length in his eyes was slowly spreading, "just come back! Just come back!..."

The old man's voice was getting smaller and smaller, with a smile on his mouth, but his eyes were staring at the ancient cypress in the middle of the courtyard, as if he had something to say.

"Second Lord...!" I heard that if the dying man has any unfinished wishes, he will hang a sigh and wait for someone to fulfill his wishes. The reason why the old man can hold on until now may be that he is waiting for his people to come back and explain his unfinished wishes. Once his wishes have been fulfilled, he will die satisfied.

"But why does the old man seem to have something to say?" Lu Ziming regretted. Why didn't he come back earlier? Maybe he could complete the old man's wish one day earlier. There was no possibility, but the deep cry echoed in the ancestral hall.