In this world, there are always things that are weird, unexplainable, and unexplainable.
Originally, I didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but later, I had to believe it.
In the year of my 18th birthday, a stranger came to my house. It's not considered a stranger, because he is a second uncle. The reason why I am unfamiliar is that I saw him for the first time in eighteen years.
The second uncle is tall, just a little thin, with a sloppy beard, and looks unhappy. He appeared to have had a fight with someone when he came, with blood still on his forehead. When he came, his expression was anxious that he couldn't hide, his face was pale, and he didn't know whether his natural complexion was so scary or because of excessive blood loss. When my parents saw him, both of them were shocked, as if they had seen a ghost, especially my mom, who looked at me from time to time, hesitant to speak, but hesitated.
The second uncle and his father went into the room to talk, and then walked out after a while. From beginning to end, I didn't hear the second uncle say a word, but his eyes looked strange at me. That kind of weird, like we saw something incredible.
After he left, my father called me into the room, handed me a letter and a piece of metal, and at the same time asked me to roll up my sleeves, took a look, and left with a heavy sigh.
I looked at my arm, but was surprised to find that there was a red mark on my wrist at some point. The mark is like a stick, walking along the palm to the elbow.
What is this stuff
I was wondering, but I heard my father say through the door: "The letter and the fragments were left by your second uncle. Take a good look. If... Alas!"
After sighing, outside the door, I heard the parents whispering and closing the door.
What the hell is this going on
I lowered my head and looked at the letter in my hand. The second uncle left behind? Why doesn't he give it to me directly? As for the piece of metal, it looked like iron and not iron, as thin as a cicada's wing, the size of a finger, but it weighed two or three catties.
I don't know what the three elders are doing on such a festive birthday. In curiosity, I couldn't help opening the yellowed letter.
In the first sentence of the letter, I was taken aback, because it said: "Leave here! Be sure to leave!"
This is really weird. Why did the second uncle, who hasn't seen him for so many years, leave me a letter to let me run away from home? Well, maybe, he didn't let me go
But the next words made me deny the previous conjecture. The letter said: "Remember, your only name is Zuo Tianyang. No matter who calls you by other names, don't care, don't ask, Mosi, Moxiang.
My name is Zuo Tianyang, and it seems that the sentence I left here before is really what I said to me.
This is even more puzzling. For a while, I can't help but guess whether Erbo is a senior patient in a mental hospital
The last paragraph of the letter said: "I haven't found anyone you can trust for the time being. I'm looking for it. You have to keep on living! The fragments can be delayed with you, the more the better."
These words were written with a pen and were a bit scribbled. It seemed that the second uncle seemed anxious when he wrote the letter.
Can't understand, can't understand at all.
I know every word in the letter, but when they are combined into these words, I don't understand it at all.
As a young man who had just turned eighteen and encountered such difficulties, I naturally found my parents and asked what was going on.
When I entered my parents' bedroom, I was shocked to see that my mother was wiping tears. Seeing me coming in, she wiped her face quickly, and forced a smile to look at me. But even a blind man can feel the pain in her heart.
"Dad?" I asked suspiciously.
Four cigarette butts have been dropped under his father's feet, and there is still a fifth cigarette in his mouth. This is just a few minutes, the father who has always been strong in self-control, smokes so many cigarettes
Facing my doubts, my father sighed and asked: "Is the letter finished?"
I nodded and hesitated, but looking at my mother's red eyes, I couldn't help feeling a little angry, and asked, "Is the second uncle's brain bad? What is written in this letter? I don't understand at all."
"It's not that he has a bad brain, but his world... is not so good." Father said something weird, and then said, "In fact, many years ago, your second uncle was an archaeologist."
"Archaeologist?" I was stunned. Which normal archaeologist would come to my brother's house with blood on his forehead and leave a letter encouraging my nephew to run away
But the attitude of my parents makes me vaguely feel that there is weirdness in this matter.
My father didn't explain much to me, only said: "What you say in the letter, do what you do, don't ask."
I was full of questions at the time, how could I not ask. And my father’s uncooperative attitude made me angry, and the language couldn’t help but rushed: “Why can’t I ask? I’m your son, and he asked me to leave you, why can’t I ask! People who have not seen me for so many years, run away What did you come to our house for? He wasn't a good person at first sight, in the end he..."
"Tianyang, stop talking..." My mother's eyes became redder, and she choked to stop me from speaking.
But the more she was like this, the more uncomfortable I felt, the more I held my breath, and I couldn't help saying more unpleasant words.
"he died!"
My father stood up suddenly, his eyes were red at some point, and his tears were spinning there. Father is like an angry lion, roaring loudly: "He's dead! He's dead! What else do you want to ask! What else to ask! Do you know if he is dead!"
I was stunned by my father's anger, who died
Father's tears fell like raindrops, and he roared for a while, then suddenly squatted down to cover his face and wept bitterly. There was a faint shout from his fingers, and I could vaguely hear the word "Brother".
I was really shocked, what's wrong with this? Who is dead
Suddenly, I thought of a possibility, what my father said was dead, could it be that...
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Ten minutes ago, he was lucky enough to leave my house, and his father didn't go with him. How did he know that he was dead
Mother looked at me, choked with pain on her face, and said, "Tianyang, don't ask any more, just do as the letter says. Don't ask..."
I really don't know what to do. The attitude of my parents made me completely stunned.
At that moment, I felt that the whole world seemed to have changed, so unfamiliar and so confusing.
Countless questions and dull atmosphere forced me to leave my parents' bedroom temporarily.
Although I did not continue to ask, I am still confused. Sitting on the computer chair, I looked at the letter carefully. I read every paragraph and every word many times.
In the end, I understood that this letter has only three main points.
First, I want to leave here.
Second, someone called me by a name other than Zuo Tianyang, and he would never answer.
Third, my life may be in danger at any time.
Every point makes people wonder.
My father is a teacher in the history department of a university, my mother works in a maternal and child health station, and I am just an ordinary young man who has just graduated from high school. From any point of view, the above three points should not have anything to do with me.
Also, does my father really think that my second uncle is dead? Or am I wrong
Thinking about it, I found another thing that was strange and not too strange.
That is, the stationery of this letter looks very old. The paper is yellowed, and although there are not many creases, it has been stored for more than ten years at a glance. And the handwriting on the paper is not recent, maybe it was written more than ten years ago.
But if this is the case, I am even more puzzled.
Did you write this letter to me more than 20 years ago
why
All kinds of questions made my head blow up. I originally planned to play online games with my classmates, but looking at the constantly shaking avatars on QQ, I didn't have any interest in opening up.
Looking at the letters spread out on the table and the weird fragments, I spent an unforgettable birthday in a daze.
When the moon first came up and the dim light sprinkled on my face through the glass window, I looked up at the traffic and neon lights outside the window.
Such a beautiful scene, the more I look at it, the more pale it becomes, and the more I look at it, the more blurred it becomes.
I heard a slight footstep coming from the door of the room, and my father knocked on the door, and a slightly hoarse voice came from outside the door: "Tianyang, I'm eating."
"I'm not hungry, you can eat it."
Father, who used to force me to eat all three meals and must eat well, didn't say much this time. After only hearing a sigh, the sound of footsteps drifted away.
When it was very late, I lay in ***, opening my eyes and closing my eyes, all the contents of the letter.
What does Er Bo mean? What does the attitude of the parents represent
The more I thought about it, the more headaches I got, I closed my eyes fiercely, hoping that I could fall asleep sooner. But the more it is, the less I can sleep.
After finally getting lost, I heard a slight call from my ear.
The voice was as soft as the wind, erratic, like in the ear, and like in the distant sky.
"Ji Sun..." (End of this chapter)