The sound went back and forth, constantly whispering in the ears. In my confusion, I subconsciously wanted to ask who was yelling, but suddenly I felt my eyes lit up. This kind of brightness is extremely dazzling, even if you close your eyes, it still feels like the sun comes before your eyes.
But when I opened my eyes, the room was pitch black and the call disappeared.
In the darkness, I was puzzled. Was I dreaming just now? Or hallucinations
Suddenly, I remembered the letter left by my second uncle, and suddenly an idea came up in my mind: Someone really wants to come to me
Sleepless night...
When I walked out of the room the next morning, my father had already gone to work.
Mother sat at the dining table, staring blankly at the soy milk fritters on the table. I just wanted to talk when I walked over, and my mother had already recovered. She reluctantly smiled at me and said, "Get up? Let's eat."
I hummed and sat next to her.
For eighteen years, my relationship with my mother is better than that of my father. She spoils me very much. I believe that if there is only one person in this world who will always treat me well, it must be the mother.
In addition to the already somewhat cold breakfast, there is a piece of paper on the table. I glanced at it, and it was a little bit on it. Seeing me looking at the piece of paper, my mother said, "This was also left by your second uncle. I forgot to give it to you yesterday. Your dad, your dad said... These strokes can form some characters, which are helpful to you."
I looked up at my mother, looked at her somewhat old face that night, and asked, "Mom, do you really believe what the second uncle said?"
The mother bowed her head slightly and said in a low tone: "There are some things, you can't help but believe."
"But I don't know anything, so are you willing to let me leave you?"
Mother did not look up, and said in a sad tone: "If that is what your second uncle said, we can only..."
"I don't want to!" I said loudly, "I don't know him! Why should he say to go, I have to go!"
"There are some things that I really can't say. If they do, they will definitely find you."
"Who is looking for me?" I asked in a puzzled manner: "Even if someone is looking for me, what does it have to do with the second uncle? Why did he leave a letter? Also, my dad said about him yesterday. Dead, who died? Is it... Second Uncle?"
Mother hesitated for a while. After I asked, she nodded slowly, choked and said, "I didn't expect that what the second brother said back then was actually fulfilled. He didn't lie to us, it was all true... "
I was incomprehensible. Although I guessed this possibility before, I couldn't believe it. After all, the second uncle had just left our house, and within a few minutes his father said he was dead. If this is true, are we hell
"How could the second uncle... How could he die? Didn't he go well when he left? And neither of you..."
"He didn't die now." The mother took up a tissue and wiped her tears, and explained: "As early as many years ago, the second brother said that he was going to find someone. If his life is good, he will survive. If life is not good... If one day, we see blood on his forehead and we come in without saying a word, then he must be dead."
My mother's words made my hair horrified.
In this world, there really is such an unthinkable thing happening
"Second brother said many years ago..." Mother repeated these words many years ago, and then said: "If one day, we see him dead and come again, then it means that the matter has arrived. It's dangerous time. Yang Yang, your second uncle is right, you should leave here, you must leave!"
As my mother spoke, the expression and tone on her face became firm, which made me feel inexplicable.
"What the hell is it? Why should I leave? And even if I leave, what am I going to do?"
"I can't say anything. If you do, they can find you. As for what you are doing after you leave, I don't know." Mother shook her head, looked at the paper on the table and said, "Perhaps, the answer lies in On this piece of paper left by your second uncle."
Mother's words made me involuntarily pick up the piece of paper and look at it carefully. There are a lot of strokes and symbols on it. According to my mother, these can form some characters. If you can crack the secret of this stroke, you can know what Er Uncle asked me to do. But... With so many strokes and no hint, how can it be so easy to combine them into square characters
"Since the second uncle can come, why don't you just leave the words? What are you doing with such complicated strokes?" I asked puzzled.
"Some things, some words, whether they are said or written, will be noticed by them." Mother explained.
This explanation makes me a little speechless. Will people be aware of what I say and do? Are those people gods
But then I thought about it, if the second uncle I saw yesterday had died before, then I don't think it's strange that there are gods in this world.
Our mother and son were silent for a while, the atmosphere was a bit heavy. After thinking about it, I asked again: "Dad said that the second uncle is an archaeologist? What is it for?"
"When I first met your dad, my second brother had been working for a long time in the archaeological research institute in the province. But one day, he suddenly..." Mother paused here, and at the same time looked up at me, then continued. : "He suddenly found us. At that time, I knew that he had been away from the institute for a while. As for what to study after leaving, I think... it may be related to some myths and legends."
"Myths and legends?" I was stunned for a moment, seeing what happened in the past two days, it was really a bit maddening.
My mother seemed to have a lot of scruples. I knew there was nothing to ask from her, so I stopped asking.
After drinking a few sips of cold soy milk, the deep-fried dough sticks I loved so much in the past, I still have no appetite at the moment.
Before long, my mother also went to work. I was at home alone, which always felt weird. That kind of feeling, like I shouldn't be here, there is a kind of unspeakable awkwardness.
Nothing happened after graduation. After thinking about it, I decided to visit my father.
I thought these messy things were illusory, and I shouldn't really believe them. But for some reason, I subconsciously put the stroke code left by the second uncle and the piece of metal into my pocket. Maybe even if I didn't admit it, I still began to believe that something was going to happen to me.
My father’s university was not very far from home. I walked all the way, but it was only ten minutes away.
This university is also my first choice because it is close to home. I don't want to be too far away from home, but it seems that this desire is slowly moving away from me.
The doorman knew me well. After greeted the middle-aged man in his forties, I walked towards my father's office. As I walked, I wondered what I would do here.
ask questions? What should I ask? What I want to know the most, my parents are unable to say because of some scruples.
I kept thinking about it, but heard my father's voice from ahead: "Tianyang? Why are you here?"
I looked up and saw my father's face was not so good-looking, he looked very spiritless, and he probably didn't sleep well yesterday.
"Mom has gone to work, I have nothing to do at home, I want to talk to you."
My father looked at me and didn't talk to him immediately. He seemed to be thinking. After a while, he nodded and said, "Come with me."
The conversation between our father and son is always so formulaic and boring.
Follow my father into the office, there is no one here, other teachers are on vacation, or are doing something else. In short, just like God wants us father and son to have a quiet chatting place.
"Sit down, drink water?" Father looked for it on the table, and finally handed me his own tea cup: "There is a water dispenser over there."
"Not thirsty." I took the cup and put it on the table again.
Although I wanted to talk to my father, but I was really face to face, but I didn't know what to say.
After a while, my father sighed and said: "There are some things, I really don't know how to say it, and I can't say it."
I nodded, pretending that I could understand this statement. After hesitating, I asked him: "Second Uncle... Really... Dead?"
Speaking of the second uncle, his father's expression was immediately full of sadness and sorrow. He groaned, but did not answer. But this sigh made the answer self-evident.
I thought for a while, and finally thought of one or two questions that might have a clear answer, and then asked: "Will someone really come to me?"
"Yes!" Father replied with certainty. (End of this chapter)