Tired traveler, find a place to stay when you are lonely. Whether you like that or that girl, stay here.

I drank a lot of alcohol last night. It seems that Sanchuan's man can not only eat spicy food, but also drink first-class. When my father woke up, he felt sore all over and his head was immersed in alcohol anesthesia. It may be because of the fatigue during the journey a few days ago, or because of the hangover last night, but at least it was all beautiful.

My wife who was sleeping beside me had left the bed and talked to her mother at the door. In the past, if she could, my father really wanted to stay in Sanchuan and not leave, but he still left many bonds in his hometown.

My mother sat at the door and chatted with the happy grandmother:

"Mom, is that person still in our village?"

Grandma squinted her eyes:

"Here, he has never left since he came."

The mother nodded, and the father walked out of the room with his forehead:

"Who is it?"

Grandma saw her father who was still in a hangover and smiled and said:

"Oh, when Zhang Hua was still young, someone who came from somewhere to come to play in the mountains. At that time, he was still young, at most thirty-five or six years old, but he has never since. He built a house in the mountains and lived there all the time, and he didn't know how to live. He lived here for about twenty pairs for many years. He basically didn't talk to people, but lived there alone. He didn't know what his name was, so we all called him Duhuo Lao."

Although most of my grandmother's Trump's father didn't understand it, the general meaning was considered to be considered. My father thought that maybe that person might be addicted to the beauty in the mountains like him and didn't want to leave.

Grandpa took some Chinese medicine from the other side and walked to his father:

"Good son-in-law, this is Pueraria root. I'll cook it for you and drink it."

My father took a bag of Pueraria root from my grandfather:

"I won't bother my father-in-law. I'll do it myself. Just chat with Zhang Hua and I'll do it."

Grandpa took it from his father again:

"Okay, good son-in-law, go and rest for a while. Seeing that you are not sobering yet, I have experience in this thing, so go quickly."

The father nodded:

"Hey, then thank my father-in-law."

Grandpa patted his father on the shoulder and went back to the room to light a cigarette.

It would be great if I could be like that selves. I would feel happy to stay in this charming mountain with my beloved girl.

Seeing the cigarette burning little by little, my father suddenly wanted to talk to the duo guy. It seemed that the person should have walked around with him, and maybe he could find a close friend in this place where language communication is a problem.

After drinking the custard soup sent by my grandfather, my father put on his clothes and asked his mother to take him to the mountain to find the residence of the Duhuo.

After Duhuo came to Sanchuan, he cut wood and built a house in the deep mountains. He went deep and simplified his feelings. He rarely talked to people in the village. No one has come to see him for so many years. He was like a master hidden in the mountains. His behavior pattern put a veil of mystery on him.

Under the guidance of his mother, his father found the residence of the Duhuo.

I have to say that Duhuo is definitely an amazing person. It is really amazing to build such a house by himself. Da laughed almost the same as my mother's home, the house structure is also very solid, and some vegetables were even planted outside.

Unfortunately, the door was locked, as if there was nothing in the room. My father was about to turn around and leave when the door opened.

A man with long hair walked out of the inside. Even when his father was wearing a coat, he felt a little cooler, so he walked out of the door naked.

As a middle-aged man, the figure and appearance of the slack man are really very masculine. His muscles are not too dense, but he has everything he should have. He seems to have a strange tattoo on his arms, a little bit of stubble on his chin, and his curly hair is randomly scattered on his shoulders.

A face full of vicissitudes and a pair of eyes that seem to see through the warmth and coldness of the world.

My father quickly walked up and said hello:

"Oh, buddy."

The Duhuo guy took a look, then ignored his father and turned around to enter the door.

My father was a child from a wealthy family since he was a child. He also had strong self-esteem. When he saw the Duhuo guy like this, he pulled his mother away.

When I left, I looked around the house. Two hills sandwiched the house in the middle. It was really good to live in this deep place.

The Duhuo guy walked into the room, found a stool and sat down, and took a look at the photo behind him.

...

When I was very young, my parents instilled in myself that when I grew up, I should be an amazing person. Being rich and powerful is the kingdom in this society.

I saw it on the genealogy when I was very young. The eight generations of the Internet were doing business when they were old, but the business they did was basically shameful. From the oldest ancestors, they had done everything, they had done brothels, robberies, opium, and everything, to the generation of theirs could not even think of something capable.

When I was very young, I always liked to look in the mirror and look at myself in the mirror. Why do other people's children play normally when they are born, but I always have to follow the lessons of my parents and do whatever they say.

When I was sixteen, my father asked me to use a gun to kill a fraud who owed money but didn't pay it back. At that time, I was too soft and didn't dare to take action.

So his father killed the fraudster and also turned his only friend, the puppy he picked up from the roadside, into hot pot for him to eat.

The Duhuo Man lit a cigarette and remembered the past.

He swore since he was a child that he would be a very powerful person when he grew up, step on everyone's heads and make everyone afraid of himself.

So he inherited his father's position, and at that time, something very profitable came out: drugs.

With this industry, not only did I make a profit but I didn’t spend all my money, but I also had a high status on the road.

Soon, he looked good and rich, and found a beautiful wife and gave birth to a child.

He did not tell his lover what he did, because he was afraid that one day she would leave her side, so he took possession of money and his lover.

He thought his life was perfect and he thought he could live a happy life with peace of mind.

My lover is always curious about what the tattoo on his arm means. He always says it is the mark left on him to pretend to be cool when he was young and ignorant.

Every day, he took his beautiful wife and lovely son out for a walk, and he felt that he seemed to possess all the beautiful things in the world.

Later one day, I didn't know what was going on, but my wife seemed to know what she was doing, so she repeatedly asked him to tell the truth.

The wife did not show much excitement. He thought his lover understood that his actions were all for making a lot of money to live a good life for them.

The child was still young at that time and knew nothing.

The Duhuo guy thought that this matter had just passed and life was still the same.

He bought his wife's favorite roast chicken, and walked into the room excitedly to ask the poster's lover to give him the same kiss, but he will never forget what he saw in his life.

My lover was lying quietly on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open. The child lying beside him was lying quietly on the bed, motionless, and a bag was placed beside the bed, which seemed to contain the powder he was most familiar with!

He knelt on the ground and cried loudly, holding his wife in his hand and leaving him with the words he left to himself:

"I don't allow my men to do things that are unreasonable! I can't change you, so leave with your children!"

He gave all the money to a school, left everything behind, and came to the mountains and rivers. There was only a black and white photo of his wife and the ashes of his mother and son in his backpack.

He buried his wife and son's ashes in the mountains, and built a house in the mountains, putting his wife's photos where he could see them every day, hoping to torture his life with her desperate eyes to repay those sins that violate the laws of nature.

The Buddha said that there is a cause and effect. He believed that he was now because of the mistake he let go of that year. Since she didn't want to be a bad person, she would give up everything and be a person with pure six senses. From then on, she would eat simple food and go deep into the mountains where her lover was buried.

The Duhuo man snatched out the cigarette butt and still stood on the ground. He glanced at his wife in the photo, picked up the red-hot iron spoon, and tattooed her arm and burned her hard.

...

My father didn't say anything along the way. After being rejected by the Duhuo guy coldly, he decided to eat a lot of Sichuan cuisine to vent his anger. My grandmother happened to prepare a very unique Sichuan hotpot for his father.

While eating hot pot, it was a pity that he couldn't talk to Duhuolao for a few words. If he could make friends, his father would definitely bring him over to eat together.

The Duhuoman brought his wife's favorite roast chicken to the table and smiled at his wife's photo.

"I still remember that at that time, I couldn't cook, and you always asked me to buy you roast chicken."

"If time can be repeated, I will definitely not do those things and take you and your children to complete this life well."

"But nothing is over. I'll be with you in this mountain."

"This is the best way I can think of."
Chapter completed!