Chen family monster

Chapter 22

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In a small mountain village not far from Changbai Mountain in the northeast, a neatly dressed old man walked slowly, not faltering. The gray-haired old man has thick black hair and bright eyes. At first glance, it is easy to give people a feeling of loneliness but not alone. During the Chinese New Year, the son of the old Wang family in the village came back from working and saw the old man , secretly told the woman who was sleeping on the kang that the old man's hair had been oiled and looked young, but he was really old, so the news spread like this, the village was not big in the first place, and it killed two hundred people Scale, in less than a day, basically everyone is well-known, baking oil, this is the patent of the city people, this small village, really no one can enjoy this kind of treatment, those children who go out to work and do their hair a little bit , but when they come back, they will be regarded as monsters who don't learn well by the folks.The villagers who didn't like the old man who moved here just a few days ago even pointed at the old man, racked their brains to slander and ridicule, Zhangjiazhai, Zhangjiazhai, with a word Zhang, a What's the matter with foreigners coming?The elderly people in the village said that he has a son who can call the wind and rain in the big cities outside, and he is promising, but this is the New Year's Eve, and he has never seen any younger generations come to visit him, let alone New Year's greetings. New Year's Eve is spent alone and alone, it is not ordinary pitiful, some people say that the son of this old man surnamed Chen is not a thing, jumping around and yelling, the more he scolds, the more vigorously he is, but the old people who should be the most angry Keep silent, because they can't bear to be entangled by the younger generation, so they will say angrily that this is retribution. As for the truth, it is not something they can tell.

The old man surnamed Chen, who listened to a series of arguments in his ears, did not explain anything. He let the matter intensify and then gradually subsided. He was still an outsider in the eyes of everyone. I really do as the Romans do. I put down my mobile phone, watch, waiter, famous car, bungalow, friends who have followed me for many years, and even the glory that makes people awe-inspiring. After living here with peace of mind, I realized that I seemed to have lost the villagers' respect Simple, sometimes, you really don't have to let go of something, and you can get compensation. {Free novel} On the first day he came here, he first visited several older people in the village, but in the end, without exception, all of them were kicked out, white-eyed wolf, door-to-door son-in-law, and even beast , a series of hats were put on the head of the old man surnamed Chen. There are not many old people in Zhangjiazhai nowadays, they are all young or middle-aged people. Looking at this outsider wearing one dishonorable hat after another , all subconsciously stay away. <.>

The old man who stays here almost every day lives a life that everyone criticizes, but he doesn't feel anything. Day by day, except for being a little lonely, there is no unbearable sadness. Well, it’s okay, the bacon tastes good, but it’s a little tasteless to eat it alone. On New Year’s Eve, on New Year’s Eve, he locked himself in the house and got rid of two bottles of low-quality liquor by himself. , Eating his own bacon, muttering to himself all night: No one is to blame.

Then the next day before dawn, he took two hanging firecrackers, made some burnt paper and snacks, went to the grave, and did something he hadn't done in decades.

From the beginning of the village to the end of the village, in seven or eight minutes, all the villagers looked away strangely when they saw the old man surnamed Chen. From the beginning to the end, no one wanted to say hello to him, and the old man didn't mind. He walked out of the end of the village and went up the mountain. After walking a few miles, there is a cemetery. This is almost the place where the old man goes every year after the Chinese New Year. In all conscience, it is not a treasured place of geomantic omen. Although the environment is barely passable, geomantic omen People can't figure out how many ways to do it. It is estimated that the only advantage is that it does not violate the so-called relevant policies.

Up the mountain, walking alone, within two miles, a father and son walked across from the old man. The middle-aged man did not speak, nor did he show disgust like the usual villagers, but the half-grown child beside him, Seeing the old man surnamed Chen, he was overjoyed, and shouted from tens of meters away: "Old man Chen, my father and I just went up the mountain to dig some wild vegetables. It's cold and the animals don't want to come out. The wild vegetables are fresh, why don't you take some back, but you have to tell me a story."

This father and son is probably the only family in the entire Zhangjiazhai that does not reject the elderly. The father is honest and honest. He is often fooled by people in the village on weekdays. The child is not bad, and his thoughts are more lively. He likes this The old man who just moved in told him the stories in the city, ordinary people and those who are in power, money and power, the intrigues in it are shocking, and if they stop in the children's ears, they are no less than the turmoil of novel stories, as time goes by , The child became addicted to listening to the story, so he became more intimate with this seemingly lonely old man Chen for no reason.

"Okay, Goudan will come to my place later and tell you a story." The old man smiled softly, his smile was warm and kind, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes and haggardness.

The middle-aged man next to Zhang Goudan looked at the wine in the old man's hand, shook his head slightly, and said in confusion: "What kind of evil is this? How can someone sit on the grave and drink to the dead every day, old man Chen, you You have to pay attention to your body."

The old man nodded with a smile, and said lightly that it's okay, the things owed for so many years must be made up, and now I go every day, I'm afraid I can't make up all of them.

The middle-aged man didn't understand. He turned his eyes to the bamboo basket on his shoulder, scratched his head, and then said to his son, "Will you share these wild vegetables?"

The old man shook his head and declined, and said with a smile: "I still have a lot of cured meat, I can't finish it, dog egg, do you want to eat meat, go to my place to eat at night.

Goudan, who was in the puberty period and was greedy, was immediately elated, and said hello with joy.

In his heart, there is nothing more wonderful than listening to old man Chen tell stories while eating meat.

The old man smiled, reached out and touched Goudan's head, nodded to the middle-aged man, passed by, and continued on his way.

The middle-aged man stood there, dazed.

"Father, let's go, go home and get some wild vegetables, and I'll get some for old man Chen at night."

The middle-aged man woke up like a dream, nodded, and walked down the mountain quickly. After walking a long way, he sighed: "God, don't say that the name daddy gave you is not good, it's all nonsense, don't care what others say. Well, whoever said that the name Goudan is useless, do you know what old man Chen’s name is? .”

The half-grown child named Goudan nodded with a sad face, and the father and son walked not far away, the child reached out to touch his face, then looked up at the sky.

The gloomy sky, snowflakes falling, add to the chill in the air, friends from Zhensan Middle School.

The child in thick cotton padded clothes was carefree, opened his hands, and cheered happily: "It's snowing."

After bidding farewell to the only father and son who were willing to be kind to him in the entire Zhangjiazhai alone, Chen Longxiang continued to go up the mountain, passed the barren cemetery, but did not stop, and continued to move forward, and finally found a few lonely graves far away from the cemetery. stop ahead.

Three graves.

But it represents three generations of the old Chen family.

While the snowflakes were dancing, Chen Longxiang quietly walked to the grave in the center, knelt down on one knee, and remained silent.

Buried on the left is the woman who married him decades ago but never had the chance to stay together again.

The one on the right is his daughter-in-law.

The center is his father.

Three generations.

This fate, who is brilliant?

Chen Longxiang opened a bottle of white wine that he carried with him, took a big gulp, and said softly, "Dad."

Castle Peak is snow-white.

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