I took the diary and walked out of my father's room. I met my grandma in the back hall.
"Cang'er, what are you doing in your dad's room? Don't take his things randomly." Maybe because she saw the notebook in my hand with a dated cover, grandma said, her eyes still looking at the diary from time to time.
Float up.
"Mom, I'm sleepy. Let's go back to bed first." I responded blankly, without stopping, I passed by grandma and walked straight to the front room.
Grandma still said a few words behind me, but at this time, I couldn't listen anymore, and all I could think about was the diary with a slightly worn cover.
Returning to his room, he took out the newly purchased mobile phone and dialed his mother's number key by key.
Yes, not the father, but the mother.
The child was born to the mother, and only she knows the ins and outs of it best.
The phone rang for a long time, but my mother got through it before the ringing stopped.
"Hey, Cang'er." The voice of my mother, who is in her fifties, is still so nice. Especially when she calls me, it contains a lot of emotions, including love, even more pity, and also mixed with a hint that I can't guess.
emotions.
"Mom," I actually rarely call my parents because I have been following my grandparents for as long as I can remember, so my parents' presence is actually very low.
"Cang'er, are you okay?" The noise from her mother's side gradually faded away. She should have walked away, away from the original environment.
"Mom, what is my date of birth?" I wanted to make sure first whether I was Zhou Cang or Zhou Lan.
"It's May 9th, what's the matter? Mom and dad are busy this year, so they forgot to send you a gift on your birthday," said the mother.
"Then what's my name? Is it Zhou Cang or Zhou Lan."
There was a sudden silence on the other side of the phone. After about half a minute, I couldn't help but shouted: "Mom, are you still listening?"
As if she was suddenly awakened by my words, my mother replied: "I'm listening, Cang'er, do you know something?"
"I read Dad's diary and found out that there is another person named Zhou Lan. What is his relationship with me? Mom, in Dad's diary, the birth dates of Zhou Cang and Zhou Lan are only three months apart. If
He and I are both the biological flesh and blood of you and dad, so this is simply impossible." I said a lot in one breath, as if I wanted to let out all the breath I was holding in my chest.
The mother was silent for a long time and finally spoke: "On New Year's Eve in 1985, I gave birth to your brother. Your father was very happy. He named him Zhou Cang, from Li Shangyin's "Jin Se". In early April of the next year
1. I gave birth to you and named you Zhou Lan. But at that time, due to an unavoidable reason, we had to put you up for adoption. But you had just been born at that time, and I couldn’t bear it. I was afraid that you would not be able to raise you without breast milk.
We have no choice but to send you away with your three-month-old brother. In order to conceal each other, we also changed your names. Your name is Zhou Cang, and your brother's name is Zhou Lan."
"Mom, I am your child who was born in three months of pregnancy. How can there be a person in this world who was born in three months? Am I a monster? And what secrets do I have that lead to just now?
Someone is going to fight for him since he was born." From my mother's words, I could tell that they were not willing to give away their young son, but were coerced by someone.
"Cang'er," my mother's voice suddenly became choker, as if she was crying, "I can't tell you, just remember that everyone loves you."
After my mother finished speaking, she hung up the phone and when she called back, she found that her phone had been turned off.
I was unwilling to give up and dialed my father's number again, but the phone kept saying that it could not be connected.
There was a sudden gust of wind outside, which made the glass windows clank.
The storm was coming, and the wind filled the building. The strong wind passed through the window, poured into the room, and blew the papers on the desk all over the floor.
I sat on the Arhat's bed, motionless, not wanting to close the window, staring at the flying papers, letting my sight slowly become empty, until all the objects in the room were blurred.
Suddenly, something made my blurred vision suddenly bright again - it was the glass case where the paintings my father gave me were stored.
My father told me on the phone that what he knew was hidden in his paintings.
Thinking of this, I almost jumped up from the Arhat bed, walked to the glass display window in three steps, and took out the wooden box containing my father's paintings.
In the past few years since my father was away from home, I had almost never touched this wooden box. It looked like grandma hadn't been cleaning it for a while, and a thin layer of dust had fallen on it.
I opened the wooden box and found that for some reason, besides my father's paintings, there was another small box inside.
This box is obviously not mine, I don't know who put it in it.
Curiosity made me put down my father's paintings and take out the small box.
The box is made of jade, and it can be seen that it is a very good piece of Hetian jade, but it is plain and has no patterns on it.
I opened the jade box, and what I saw was the square of gold silk, a delicate gold bracelet, and a cloth bag. Inside the cloth bag were numerous gold foil cutouts.
This was my grandma's dowry. As soon as I saw these things, those distant memories rushed into my head.
However, in the dowry box I opened at that time, each of these items was contained in a box, unlike now where they are all piled up in this jade box.
Why is grandma's dowry in the wooden box where I store my father's paintings? Who put it here, is it grandma? What is her purpose of doing this? And why didn't she tell me?
I took out the square silk that I brought out from the tombs and compared it with the piece of silk that was my grandma's dowry. I found that it was almost cut from the same piece of cloth, and all the patterns were exactly the same.
I immediately thought of the girls wearing wedding clothes in the ancient temple. Grandma said that one of their clan rules is that the clan leader and priests must never marry for life. If the blue heads buried in the tombs belong to these clothes,
It belongs to the woman in the wedding dress, so is this piece of gold silk also used to wrap the blue skull of grandma after her death?
What is the relationship between grandma and the ancient temple? What is it that they and my parents have been hiding? What role did I play in this matter, so that they wanted me to stay in the Zhou family?
, at the expense of his brother.
What kind of existence is the other person in the mother's mouth? In my grandfather's words, it can involve three generations of the Zhou family, and everyone is helpless against it.
I put my grandma's dowry back into the jade box, then picked up my father's painting and looked at it carefully under the lamp. I even picked up the brush and copied it, but I couldn't figure out the reason behind it.
Before I knew it, I had been watching it for several hours. I was lying on the Arhat bed in a half-moon position, basically using my tailbone to support my upper body. As a result, I felt sore in my back and wanted to get up and make a cup of tea.
drink.
But the moment I stood up, maybe because I moved too much, I knocked over the cup of tea that grandma had not finished drinking. Moreover, the tea happened to be spilled on my finished research, and then I casually placed it on the Arhat bed.
father's painting.
Tea suddenly spread on the drawing paper.
I quickly moved the drawing paper away, randomly took out several paper towels, and wiped them on the drawing paper.
Suddenly, I found that the pen and ink on the two pieces of drawing paper I was holding in my hand appeared darker than before because it was soaked with water. The pattern on the latter one could be blurred through the previous paper.
The ground appeared, and the two pieces of paper overlapped in front of each other, actually forming a series of numbers - 1160294.
This unexpected discovery led me to overlap the remaining paintings in all possible combinations, but nothing else was discovered.