Grandma's door was ajar. I pushed it open gently, and the door hinge made a long "aah" sound. I was so frightened that I hurriedly turned around and looked around.
It was quiet in the back hall, and there was no movement in grandpa's study. I couldn't help but cover my chest with my hands, let out a long breath, quickly stepped into grandma's room, and closed the door smoothly.
There is still a tungsten lamp on in the room. The old lady has a natural aversion to incandescent lamps. She always feels that the light is too bright and is not something that should be there at night. So basically, except for my room, in the Zhou family's old house,
They are all tungsten lamps.
My grandparents' room was very simple. There was a large rosewood bed in the east corner, and an old-fashioned mosquito net was placed on it. It was basically impossible to see what was inside the bed.
At the end of the rosewood bed, there are six mahogany cabinets stacked in two rows. Inside the cabinets are my grandparents’ clothes. I vaguely remember that it was in this row of mahogany cabinets that I found my grandma’s dowry box.
It was a particularly exquisite box. I had forgotten the details, but at that time I already knew at a young age that the box was worth a lot of money, so I was particularly impressed.
I didn't waste time. As soon as I closed the door, I walked straight to the mahogany cabinet and opened the row belonging to grandma.
Grandma has very few clothes, basically a few sets each for winter and summer, and two sets of thin long-sleeved clothes worn in the cool autumn. The cabinet is empty at a glance, and there are no boxes in sight.
Did I remember it wrong? Or did the old lady move the box after I moved it?
I rummaged through the contents of the three cabinets and didn't see the box, so I closed the cabinet door a little frustrated.
Where will it be hidden? Apart from this row of cabinets, the only thing left in this room is the old rosewood bed that is a bit large and the dressing table with peeling paint, but there is no way to hide anything in these two places.
At this time, I set my sights on the three-compartment cabinet that belonged to my grandfather.
After hesitating for a moment, I opened my grandpa's wardrobe, but almost all of his clothes were messed up, and I couldn't find the box.
Just when I was standing in front of the closet at a loss, the door to the room was pushed open by someone from outside. I turned around and saw that it was grandpa.
In an instant, I was so frightened that my blood ran cold, and I froze on the spot, not knowing how to explain it.
Originally, my grandpa hated me so much for going to Wawushan without permission that he almost beat me up. In the evening, I encouraged my grandma to use witchcraft that he opposed to treat Zhang Jisheng, and now I secretly went through his wardrobe.
He was also caught red-handed, which really made matters worse.
"Grandpa," I lowered my head and called out nonchalantly, still thinking about what kind of lie I should tell to fool Grandpa.
The old man didn't say anything. He just stood at the door and stared at me for a while. The anger on his face turned to helplessness. He sighed deeply and then said: "Go to sleep, you stupid melon seeds just lost their temper."
It’s enough, don’t always think about something you don’t have.”
I was quite surprised that grandpa didn't get angry. At the same time, I also noticed that the old man's face was visibly thin. He must have been worried about me these days.
I cursed myself in my heart, saying that I am already in my thirties and still can’t make my grandparents worry.
But despite the scolding, when I walked out of my grandparents' room and passed by my parents' room, I accidentally pushed the door open and went in.
My parents' room and my grandparents' room were located in the back room on the left side of the back hall, but the two rooms were not right next to each other. There was a small room in between.
My parents haven't been home for several years. Their bed was covered up by grandma with an old sheet. On the dressing table, my mother's half-used sunscreen stood there, looking spotless and even more lonely.
There is also a small room in my parents' room.
That small room was originally designed to be a toilet in the suite, but my father said that he needed a study more, so the toilet was transformed into a study.
In those years, my father only came back for a few days every Spring Festival, but during these few days, he spent most of the time in this small room, reading and painting.
I walked in. In this room of less than five square meters, books took up about half of the space, and another quarter was my father's desk. The remaining quarter was my father's books on different bookshelves.
Find gaps in books.
Probably due to the influence of my grandfather, my father also has a large collection of books, but he is not as cautious as his grandfather and has a rougher style. Therefore, the whole study looks messy, including draft paper, brushes, ink, unfinished books, etc.
It filled the entire desk.
I casually picked up a stack of draft paper and looked at it carefully. It was densely filled with words like those found in ancient temples.
These words don't look like words at all, but more like a lot of small paintings that are tangled and mixed together. The arrangement is not linear, nor is it a circle, it is more like there are many patterns put together.
Use as much as you need to make a big ball. At first glance, it looks a bit like Chinese calligraphy art, but in fact it is completely different from calligraphy. Because the transformation of all the strokes in each ball seems to follow this kind of pattern.
law.
However, I can't tell what the regularity of their writing is. I don't know if my father has realized it after copying so many words.
I turned over the draft paper, and the hundreds of white papers were almost all covered with these words, which made me dazzled. Suddenly, among the densely packed draft papers, I saw those words again——
Fermat's theorem, those words were circled by my father in blue ink, and they were very conspicuous among the messy black words.
In my impression, Fermat's theorem belongs to the field of physics. Why is it related to these words in the ancient temple?
My father and mother are both top academics. Although my grades were okay when I was studying, compared to them, I was a complete academic scumbag. Therefore, I may not be able to understand the truth of what they understood.
Alas, let's forget about this for now. I'll look through my father's notes and see if he has any notes. Maybe I can find a more detailed analysis there, so I don't have to think too hard.
I opened the cabinet under the desk, and a musty smell hit my nose, making me choke and sneeze several times.
Inside the cabinet is a cabinet full of notebooks with dark red covers.
This seems to be my father's diary. I have seen the old man writing in this notebook before.
My father's diaries are all arranged by year, and the last one is from 2011. However, in my memory, my parents did not come back after celebrating the Spring Festival at home in 2011. Why is there still 2011?
What about the appearance of the annual diary?
I couldn't help but take out the notebook and open it to read. It actually recorded the process of my father and mother entering the Wawu Mountain Ecstasy together——
My father finally found the ancient temple, but he did not describe the experience in the ancient temple. He only described the internal structure of the ancient temple in his diary, and kept emphasizing that the buildings here are definitely not what humans currently have the ability to do.
.
At the end of the diary, my father said that he regretted going into the mountains this time, because my mother got sick after she came out of Wawu Mountain. My father described the disease as like a plant lacking water, and my mother was slowly withering.
Finally, my father expressed that he would take his mother to the Devil's Triangle in Poyang Lake, because that was where he would be most likely to find a cure for his mother.
I couldn't stop for a while, so I sat on the floor and took out the notes one by one and read them in the order they were arranged in the cabinet.
Over the years, my father and mother have been looking for something. They have traveled to many places across the country, visited many ethnic minorities, including the Mosuo, and even went deep into some inaccessible mountains to explore the ruins of declining ethnic groups. However,
My father did not indicate what their purpose was in the diary, but it can be seen from the lines that they did all these things, including going to Wawu Mountain and Poyang Lake, for the same purpose.
I read through them one by one in a flashback. My father's diary was very short, and many of them were about my mother. I just glanced at those disgusting words without even looking at them.
As I looked at it, I suddenly thought if I could find some records about my brother in my father's diary, which might bring me unexpected gains.
So I dug out the diary from 1986, because I was born in that year, and I wanted to start with this one first and look forward.
However, before reading a few pages, I discovered my father’s record about my brother:
February 8, sunny
Today, my son was born. After discussing with Yiyun, we decided to name him Zhou Cang, which comes from "The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke." Yiyun was not in a good mood after giving birth, as if his son was born.
It didn't bring her much joy.
Zhou Cang, isn’t this Zhou Cang my name? But I was born on May 9th.
Thinking of this, I hurriedly turned to the page on May 9th——
May 9, heavy rain
Today, my second son was born. He was named Zhou Lan, which is also derived from the poem "The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in the blue field is warm and the jade produces smoke." Hey, I wonder if this child will be brought to the Zhou family.
A devastating disaster will come.
Where did this come from? The mother gave birth to two children in three months, and the father claimed that the child born later would bring devastating disaster to the Zhou family.
Am I Zhou Cang or Zhou Lan?
Grandma said my brother's name was Zhou Lan, but in my father's diary, the eldest son was named Zhou Cang.