Grandma's crutch hit the bluestone slab at the entrance of the courtyard. She walked out of the crowd, turned around and smiled apologetically at the others, "I'll go in and take a look."
"It's okay, mother-in-law, don't worry, we can wait a little longer," said a tall middle-aged man, "Mr. Qian, maybe he is still preparing."
The mother-in-law nodded and walked into the hut tremblingly on crutches.
The door is closed.
Xiaolan and the others looked at each other.
"Are we going to follow?" Qin Yin asked.
Without waiting for anyone else to answer, Wen Ling walked to the door on his own.
They passed through the phantom on the wall and saw Grandpa Wenling sitting at the calligraphy table.
He looked up at the mother-in-law in front of him, pondered for a while, and then put down the brush in his hand.
"Everyone is waiting outside," the mother-in-law pointed out the window, "What happened?"
"I... still have to think about it," Grandpa Wenling coughed lightly, shook his head and said, "Tell them to go back first. Sorry to trouble you, sister."
"It doesn't matter," the mother-in-law put the crutch in front of her, supported it with both hands, and asked seriously, "What else are you thinking about?"
"I don't know how to express this."
Grandpa Wenling picked up the brush again, dipped it in some ink, and stopped the brush on top of the paper. His movements were sluggish. It wasn't until a full drop of ink fell on the newly written word "安" that he seemed to come back to his senses.
Feeling paralyzed, he put down the brush, looked at the ruined handwriting, and sighed again.
"Great move?" asked my mother-in-law, "What's so hard to say about this?"
Grandpa Wenling looked far away at the people outside the window. People outside the window also saw him and half-bowed from a distance.
"You should let them go first."
"Okay then," when my mother-in-law walked to the door, she turned around and warned, "I'll be back later."
"Okay... mother-in-law, wait a minute!" Grandpa Wenling suddenly stood up from his chair and walked a few steps forward, "Where did Wenling go?"
Wen Ling's whole body trembled violently.
When her mother-in-law saw Grandpa Wenling lost his mind, she laughed and said, "Are you confused? Wenling is studying outside and won't be back until later."
"Yes, studying..." Grandpa Wenling slowly put down his hand, "I'm getting confused."
"You? You don't. You still have a long time to live," the mother-in-law sneered and walked out of the door. "On the other hand, I guess it's just the past few months."
"Mother-in-law..."
The mother-in-law waved her hand and walked out of the door.
Grandpa Wenling stared at his mother-in-law outside the window, lost his mind for a while, walked a few steps in the house, quickly decided on something, and resolutely opened the door of Wenling's bedroom.
He looked at the pink area shrouded in sunlight.
A long sigh.
Grandpa Wen Ling stepped into Wen Ling's bedroom, went straight to the bookshelf, fumbled on it for a while, selected one of the books, and pulled it out.
It is the book "Asking Heaven".
He opened it.
The title page is blank.
Sure enough, these words were really left by Grandpa Wenling.
Had he anticipated all this from that moment on?
After finishing writing, Grandpa Wenling inserted the book back into its original place. Before leaving, he looked at the photo frame placed on Wenling's table.
a long time.
Grandpa Wenling's eyes turned slightly red.
He let out one last sigh, flicked his sleeves, and left the bedroom.
When everyone followed him out, the sunlight outside the window had changed its angle.
Time has started to jump and it is now evening.
Grandpa Wenling was still sitting on the wooden chair, but his whole person seemed to have shrunk in size. With his pale hair, he was no longer the energetic and sharp old man, but a decadent and weak ghost-like shadow.
A figure appeared in his sight.
Grandpa Wenling suddenly sat upright.
Wen Ling looked at that version of himself, tears streaming down his face.
The past Wen Ling walked into the yard, saw her grandfather through the window, and immediately smiled. She jumped into the house, threw away her backpack, ran over, and grabbed her grandfather's hand.
"Master!...Hungry!"
Xiaolan almost laughed.
Good guy, it is indeed the spirit-asking style.
"The food is in the kitchen, everything is ready..." Grandpa Wenling smiled kindly, "Wenling..."
"Huh?" Wen Ling tilted his head.
Grandpa Wenling looked at her innocent eyes, and the words in his heart suddenly stopped.
"It's nothing," he patted Wen Ling's hand, "Let's eat first."
Wen Ling was still the same at the dining table. She was happy when she saw the food and ate deliciously. After the meal, Wen Ling was about to wash the dishes when her grandfather reached out to stop her.
"Wen Ling, let's go for a walk with grandpa."
The Wen Ling followed happily, while the Wen Ling's eyes were filled with tears and he was sobbing as he looked at the scene in front of him.
Xiaolan looked at the sky outside the window and then at the clothes of the two of them.
Although I can't remember clearly, it seems that this is the scene I saw in the memories of asking the spirit.
Wen Ling held Grandpa's hand, and the grandfather and grandson walked slowly. When they were about to reach the edge of the village, Grandpa Wen Ling stopped.
Wen Ling turned her head and looked at him curiously.
That's right, this is the scene.
"Wen Ling," Grandpa said with calm eyes and a gentle tone, "Let's go."
Wen Ling looked around, looking puzzled.
"grandfather?"
"Leave us, leave Weiruo Village," Grandpa Wenling said word by word, almost uttering these words from the deepest part of his heart, "You should go out."
"Grandpa..." Wen Ling understood what grandpa meant, and the boss pouted unhappily.
Judging from her reaction, it seems that this is not the first time that grandpa has mentioned this matter to her.
"It's different this time. I'm not talking about going to college outside the village." Grandpa Wenling's face turned serious. "What I'm talking about is leaving here, leaving Luliang. When you're old, it's time to go out and have a try."
Wen Ling was stunned.
"Then let's do it," Grandpa Wenling ignored her astonishment and deliberately looked away, saying, "I'll take you out of the mountain at noon tomorrow."
"grandfather!"
"You shouldn't stay with me forever, and you can't stay with me forever," the surrounding scene began to change, and only Grandpa Wenling's gradually blurred voice echoed, "You should do what your parents failed to do, Wenling
, go ahead.”
Xiaolan originally thought that the next scene would be the separation between Wenling and her grandfather, but her grandfather probably didn’t want Wenling to recall the sadness at that time again, or maybe he didn’t want onlookers to see Wenling rolling around while lying on the ground and refusing to go down the mountain.
The next scene switched directly back to the bamboo forest.
The huge open space was filled with people.
Grandpa Wenling stood in the middle of the crowd, his eyes firm.
"Ask sir," someone in the crowd said, "Are you planning to relocate?"
Grandpa Wen Ling raised his head slightly and spoke loudly.
"It's not just the Great Relocation," he said without frowning, his expression resolute, "This time, we need to... return the favor."