Chapter 17 [The past will never be gone]
There is a faint scent of sandalwood in the air. It is very faint at first, but when you realize its existence, it becomes extremely strong and cannot be gone away, making people have to pay full attention to it. www.
I stood in front of the wooden door, sniffing quietly, and a desire suddenly emerged in my chest: I really want to know what the world behind the door is like? It seems..., no, it is definitely, there is something, I am very
The desired thing exists.
Slowly but without hesitation, I reached out my hand and pressed it on the wooden door, feeling the dense and delicate texture on it. Then, with a gentle push, the door opened.
Without detection and defense, I was like a child who hurriedly opened the packaging bag and eagerly sucked a lollipop, eager to know what was hidden behind the door?
The door opened, and my eyes suddenly lit up. I closed my eyes subconsciously. At this time, I was like a prisoner who had been locked in a dark room for a long time, and was suddenly exposed to the bright sunshine at noon. Although I closed my eyes tightly,
It was still bright before my eyes.
The faint fragrance of grass, the timeless fragrance of flowers, and the fragrance of earth that lingers in the air after the rain. I closed my eyes and savored this natural feeling. The world is complicated and people's hearts are sinister. For a long time, there was no trace.
This relaxing and joyful feeling.
When I opened my eyes, I might see a piece of natural beauty in front of me, or maybe it was still a dark and oppressive tomb. At this time, my heart was filled with long-lost thoughts of escape. I closed my eyes tightly, for fear that if I opened them, I would be shocked.
The intoxicating fragrance will disappear without a trace.
Glass is fragile, colorful clouds are easy to scatter, and beautiful things never last. Slowly, the natural smell gradually receded, replaced by a vague smell of sandalwood, dust, and a thick, mixed smell.
Mint-flavored tobacco flavor.
Smelling this long-lost and familiar smell, I felt excited and murmured in my mouth: No, no, it's not true. Slowly, thoughts came to me, and I stopped speaking and just kept quiet.
Remembering quietly.
Time flies so fast. How long has it been since I smelled this smell? It must have been about 20 years! Back then, when my grandfather was still alive, he liked to add mint to tobacco, and then take a nice puff.
The wrinkles on my face would relax. The strong desire defeated my reason, all considerations were thrown away, and I opened my eyes tremblingly.
Time and space changed, and I was already in a dilapidated small courtyard. The bright yellow sunset washed away the last trace of the sharpness, and shone softly on the elderly people in the courtyard, adding a sense of warmth.
The old man is over sixty years old, and his beard and hair are all white, but his eyes are still clear and bright, without a trace of turbidity. His still upright body is wearing a white washed Taoist robe, with a long beard reaching to his chest, and he has an air of immortality. If it were not for his pregnant
Sitting in the middle was a little boy of 3 or 4 years old. The old man and the young man were talking about something, and bursts of laughter could be heard from time to time. He looked like he was enjoying the happiness of his family. Otherwise, this old man would have been relegated to the mortal world.
Immortal.
Sitting in Grandpa's arms, the child was still dishonest, looking around with a pair of big dark eyes, and even pulling at Grandpa's beard from time to time.
His neatly combed beard became tangled with his grandson's little hands within a short while. The old man was not worried, he just smiled and brushed away the fallen leaves from his grandson's face.
Having had enough of playing with his grandfather's beard, the little boy turned his attention to a booklet spread out on the old man's lap. The paper of the booklet was yellow and brittle, and he had an idea at first sight. The little boy stretched out his tender
He pointed at the booklet with his little hands and muttered words in his mouth, as if he really understood it.
The old man became even more happy when he saw it. He patiently held his grandson's little hand, moved it slowly on the book, and read aloud word by word repeatedly, as if he was using this as a model to teach his grandson how to read!
The babbling voice of the young child and the kind and patient tone of the old man were still in my ears, but there was a scene in front of me. It turned out that, unknowingly, tears had filled my eyes and were slowly flowing down my face.
, but slipped down without hesitation. How much beauty in the world, before we can truly appreciate it, slips down in our lives like these tears, never to be seen again.
My dear grandpa! Do you know? My grandson misses you so much! I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. When you were still alive, I never thought about doing anything for you. I only knew how to be angry and contradict you.
Disgusted...Grandpa, will you blame me?
I quickly wiped away the tears with the back of my hand, and in a daze, something cold and hard seemed to hit me. A kind of almost painful coldness invaded along the skin of my face and hit me hard in my mind.
Not in the mood to delve deeper, I quickly raised my head and looked at the center of the courtyard with an almost greedy desire. In my life, I have experienced painful comebacks, but I have never experienced the return of beauty and happiness. I know in my heart that this is
The beauty may not be real, but what does it matter? I just want to take another look, take another look...
There was no one in the middle of the yard, leaving me alone, silently wiping away my tears. The panic that had not appeared in me for more than ten years took over my whole body again. I looked around in panic, for fear of grandpa.
Just disappear and never appear in front of me again.
Deep in the courtyard, in front of the door, I found my grandfather. He was squatting beside the door, shaking his head and filling the tobacco pot with tobacco leaves. It was obvious that his mind was not on what he was doing, and he usually cherished it.
A lot of tobacco leaves fell to the ground in front of him, but Grandpa didn't notice it. He just stretched his ears and paid attention to what was going on in the house.
The door was closed tightly, and the sound of banging things could be heard from time to time, and a child's voice could be heard from time to time, begging or protesting, acting coquettishly, or roaring, and every moment was peaceful.
I slowly squatted down next to my grandfather, looking at the worried wrinkles covering his face, and was slowly drowned by the tide of memory. This was when I was seven or eight years old, and I was very playful at that time.
From time to time, when grandpa is not paying attention, he runs out and goes wild with Fatty, shooting sparrows with a slingshot, fishing in the pond, picking fruits planted by neighbors in the garden, and even meeting some children in the compound to look for them together.
They fight with each other all over the place, but they never live in peace for a day.
That day, I made an appointment with the fat man to dig out the bird's nest. Unexpectedly, my grandfather blocked the room and even locked the door. He forced me to recite the total number of spells in "Xunlong Supplement" verbatim.
Chapter, otherwise I won’t even be allowed to have dinner, let alone go out for fun.
At that time, everyone was trying to destroy the four olds and overthrow all feudal superstitions. How could I learn this? I made a big fuss with my grandpa and was locked in the room.
Ever since I was little, my grandpa has always been kind and kind. He has never been shy with me and has given me whatever I asked. Although I am not the child of a military commander, I am no worse than them in terms of food, clothing, housing, and transportation. I can be called a spoiled child.
I was so angry at Grandpa's sudden appearance that I didn't say a word to him for three days in a row, even though I finally memorized the general chapter.
I remember that time, after my grandfather locked me in the room, there was no sound anymore. Even though I cried again and again, he never took out the candied haws from his arms to comfort me as usual. I thought at that time, my grandfather must be
After locking me up, he went to the neighborhood to tell people's fortunes. Although he didn't charge a penny, grandpa was happy to do this, and it was probably his only hobby!
Slowly, the sounds in the room gradually disappeared. Grandpa's expression suddenly tightened. He stood up suddenly, walked a few steps at the door, stretched out his hand to unlock the door, hesitated again, and carefully put his ear to the door.
Stand on the door and listen to what's going on inside.
Grandpa frowned, and a nervous look slowly crept up his face. Just when he couldn't bear it anymore and reached into his arms to get the keys, bursts of boys' chants suddenly came from the house.
"The most important thing to do when counting tricks is to attack the heart..." The voice was weak, and you didn't need to listen carefully to clearly distinguish the impatience and boredom in the scholar's heart.
Grandpa let out a long breath, slowly sat down in front of the door, lit the tobacco, and began to smoke absentmindedly. As soon as the sounds in the room stopped for a moment, Grandpa couldn't help but lean over and pay attention to the noise inside, the smoke in the pot.
The tobacco leaves had long since burned out, but he still smoked them unconsciously, focusing entirely on his disobedient grandson in the room.
How could a grandfather who loved me so much be willing to leave me alone in the house? How could I ever understand the worries of an elder?
My grandfather has always looked like a man of wisdom in front of others. He has never cared about life, old age, illness and death, good fortune, misfortune, joy and sorrow, even when he was regarded as a remnant of feudal superstition and was picked up by a bunch of children and grandchildren.
When he went out to criticize and fight, he took it calmly and never frowned. Only I could make him act so bewildered. Only I could make him let go of his godlike appearance and become an ordinary person who loves his grandson extremely.
's grandfather.
After a long time, grandpa finally noticed something was wrong with the cigarette pot in his hand. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, filled the tobacco leaves again, and lit the fire. A burst of blue-white smoke slowly rose up as grandpa sucked, and blurred in front of me.
Through the smoke, Grandpa's face slowly blurred, and the smoke seemed like a curtain, isolating the two worlds.
"Grandpa, do you know? I wish I could go back in time and my grandson would never make you angry again. I really hope that if I can be with you again, my grandson would never be naughty again and he would definitely be obedient."
"Grandpa, did you hear me?"
After the smoke, Grandpa sighed and smoked silently. Apart from leaning his ear to the door from time to time, he never responded again.
Under my greedy gaze, the smoke slowly twisted and finally dissipated without a trace. Disappeared with it, was the small courtyard filled with my joy and regret. Everything disappeared, and the past will never be seen again.
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Chapter completed!