The death of Grandpa Chen made the villagers of Julong Village feel sad, but what happened has already happened, and the villagers could only let the old man be buried in peace. On the day of the burial, the entire villagers of Julong Village came to see Grandpa Chen off.
The police also came to Julong Village on the day Grandpa Chen was killed, but the murderer had already fled. The police only recorded a confession for Chen Fan, and after saying, "The murderer will be arrested and brought to justice as soon as possible."
Then he drove away in a police car.
Seeing Chen Fan kneeling in front of the grave wearing white linen clothes, many villagers who came to express condolences sighed helplessly and shook their heads.
It has been three days, but Chen Fan is still kneeling here without eating or drinking and has never left. This is really heartbreaking to see.
"Xiao Fan, everyone is already dead, so don't waste your body like this." The village chief came to the place where Grandpa Chen was buried. When he saw Chen Fan still kneeling here, he immediately stepped forward to persuade him.
However, after waiting for a long time, Chen Fan did not speak. The village chief sighed and said: "Old Doctor Chen is such a good person, and no one would have thought that something like this would happen to him."
The village chief looked at Chen Fan again and continued: "Xiao Fan, don't worry when I heard that you were admitted to Kyoto University. The village will find a way for you to pay your tuition fees. You can go back and rest with peace of mind.
If you don't eat or drink like this, you will destroy yourself sooner or later, and I think your grandpa doesn't want to see you like this!"
"Village... Chief, I... understand. I... just want to stay... and then go back for a while." Perhaps because of not eating or drinking for three days, Chen Fan's voice became hoarse.
"Okay! Then you can stay here for a while, but I hope you can cheer up soon." Zai Ci glanced at Chen Fan beside him. The village chief shook his head, sighed, and turned to leave.
After the village chief left, Chen Fan slowly raised his head and looked at the three solitary graves in front of him. One of them was still new, and the two next to it were quite old.
The person buried in the newly established tomb was Chen Fan's grandfather, while the two beside him were Chen Fan's parents, whom he had never met before in his own memory.
The deaths of these three people are all directly or indirectly related to Chen Fan. The mother died in childbirth to give birth to her, the father fell drunk and fell into the river at the entrance of the village because of the mother's death, and the grandfather also saved a child because of his meddling.
The murderer was killed.
"I'm such a disaster!" Chen Fan said mockingly to himself, then looked at Grandpa Chen's grave and said: "Grandpa, Fan'er will take care of himself, so don't worry, there is still the money you borrowed last time,
Fan'er will definitely find a way to pay it off. You can rest in peace."
After his grandfather died, Chen Fan knew that the bundle of money that his grandfather got back last time was borrowed from someone. However, if the bundle of money had been snatched away by Zhang Qiang a long time ago, it disappeared without a trace. The creditors
Grandpa Chen had just passed away, and it was difficult to collect debts from Chen Fan in person.
But Chen Fan still knew very well that repaying debts was a matter of course. Since his grandfather had passed away, he should be responsible for repaying the debt.
Turning his head and looking at the two old graves, Chen Fan said again: "Dad, Mom, although you passed away before I could remember, Fan'er will always be your good boy. Grandpa has also passed away now.
, please take good care of grandpa on my behalf."
He kowtowed heavily for a few times. Perhaps because he had been kneeling for too long, the blood in his feet was somewhat blocked. Chen Fan fell to the side before he could stand firmly. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and used his hands to support him.
The ground prevented him from falling.
After not eating or drinking for three days, Chen Fan returned home and made something to eat. Then he walked into his grandfather's room. Seeing that there was no grandfather's kind figure in this familiar room, Chen Fan made Chen Fan
His nose suddenly became sore, and a tear fell from his eye.
Wiping the tears from his eyes, Chen Fan sat on the bedside and touched the quilt on the bed with his hands, trying to find a hint of his grandfather's smell.
Opening the cabinet, he took out a small box that grandpa had given him. When he opened the small box, there was an unnamed and somewhat incomplete medical book inside, as well as a prescription.
However, Chen Fan was no longer interested in these things, but he still opened the first page casually. What came into his eyes was what your grandfather said before he died, "Acupuncture will determine the world, and the ghost will seduce the soul. Innate massage, can
Drive away all diseases." These twelve words.
The following records are exactly the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate and the Seventy-two Innate Massage Techniques, but these grandfathers have already taught them to Chen Fan, and the last page is about the sense of Qi.
As mentioned above, Qi is a magical breath that exists in everyone's body. This Qi has the magical effect of prolonging a person's vitality and curing various diseases. However, this kind of Qi cannot be discovered by ordinary people.
, but if you combine it with the seventy-two innate massage techniques after years of soaking in the "dust-washing fluid", it is possible to awaken this kind of Qi sleeping in the human body. If you use it, you can get rid of all diseases and extend your life.
Yuan.
It also mentioned that there are some cultivation methods at the back, but this is the last page, and it seems that the subsequent cultivation methods have been lost long ago.
Putting down the medical book, Chen Fan picked up the prescription. After looking at it, he realized that the prescription was the "dust cleaning solution" just mentioned, and it was also the formula of the potion that he had been making for more than ten years.
After soaking the potion for the last time, I had that strange reaction, and it appeared once after knowing that my grandfather was in danger. It never appeared at other times, which made Chen Fan confused about this feeling.
What is going on.
After putting the medical book and prescriptions back into the small box, Chen Fan returned to his room. He had not slept for three days and fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while.
In his dream, Chen Fan dreamed that his grandfather had returned to him, teaching him medical skills and pharmacological knowledge, and playing chess that he could never win against.
I don't know when he slept until Chen Fan woke up and looked at the sky outside, which was approaching dusk. After this sleep, he felt much more energetic.
When he came to the hall and looked at the electronic clock hanging on the wall, it was already around four o'clock in the afternoon of the next day. Unexpectedly, he slept until the afternoon of the next day, which made Chen Fan couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.
After eating something casually, Chen Fan left the house. Now he felt very helpless. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He just wanted to find someone to talk to about his sullenness, so he immediately thought of
It was Xiaoqian who was there. Thinking about where his grandfather was buried, Chen Fan didn't see anyone coming from Du Qian's family.
Quickly arriving at the door of Du Qian's house, Chen Fan found that the door was locked. Looking through the window, there was no one inside. This really made Chen Fan feel a little strange.
"Xiaofan, you are here to see Xiaoqian, right?" At this time, a voice sounded from behind.
"Well!" Chen Fan went back and took a look, and found that it was Uncle He who had returned from the fields. He nodded and said, "Hello, Uncle He!"
He Shanzhuang sighed and said, "Xiao Fan, you are late. Du Tiancheng and his family have already moved out of the village."
"Ah?" Chen Fan exclaimed in surprise, and asked hurriedly: "Where did they move? When did this happen? How come I don't know?"
"On the day Mr. Chen was buried, I saw their whole family moved away. As for where they moved to, I don't know!" He Shanzhuang paused for a moment, then added: "But I heard that he was Xiaoqian's second uncle.
I made money outside and asked them to move to a big city, but I don’t know whether it’s true or not.”
"Oh, thank you, Uncle He!" Chen Fan, who knew the reason, looked depressed. No wonder they didn't even come to his grandpa's burial.
Seeing the frustration on Chen Fan's face, He Shanzhuang comforted him: "Xiao Fan, don't be too sad. If you need help from Uncle He, just ask."
"I know, Uncle He! I'm going back first." Chen Fan said hello to He Shanzhuang and left without staying any longer.
Looking at Chen Fan's lonely figure leaving, He Shanzhuang sighed and shook his head. He became an orphan just after he turned eighteen. This is something no one wants to see.
Early the next morning, as soon as his genius dawned, Chen Fan packed his things and took the more than three hundred yuan he found from rummaging through the boxes at home last night. He then handed over the small box that his grandfather had given him and the admission notice from Kyoto University.
The books were buried together under a banyan tree in the front garden. Then he picked up the backpack that had been washed for more than three years and turned white. He looked deeply at the home where he had lived for eighteen years. Chen Fan felt a little difficult.
Lock the door.
"Mom, Dad, Grandpa, the child is leaving!" Looking at the three lonely graves in front of him, Chen Fan felt a little sad. If it weren't for himself, there wouldn't be three lonely graves here.
"Grandpa, I'm sorry, Fan'er doesn't plan to go to college anymore, just let Fan'er do whatever he wants for once." After saying that, Chen Fan knelt down, kowtowed three times in a row, and said: "Fan'er doesn't have anything to give to you.
You three elders, please let Fan'er play a song for you three elders before leaving. I hope you three elders can have a happy time up there."
He took out the bamboo flute from his waist, put it to his mouth and started blowing. A moving and beautiful note with a sad melody came out from the bamboo flute. The sound of the flute echoed in the green forests of the mountains...