Eh
I looked at the old man in surprise, never expecting him to say that.
Don't they all say that when people get old, they will have a stronger sense of dependence on their family and relatives? Then why doesn't he go back
Rong Yiyuan's behavior at that time was completely the performance of a wife who missed her husband, but why didn't he want to go back and take a look at her
Still saying "don't wait for him any longer"
"Old man, do you have something to hide?" I glanced at Rong Yan on the small bed, saw that he hadn't been awakened, I was relieved, and asked softly.
He raised his eyelids and glanced at me lightly, his cloudy eyes were full of bitterness and reluctance.
But he still didn't speak, which made me a little anxious.
"She misses you very much. Last time I went back to my hometown to meet her." I continued to persuade the old man to go back.
Of course I also know that the great war twenty years ago was won because of this old man and the mask organization he led. Having said that, he is considered a hero in the ghost exorcism circle in the underworld.
What exactly happened that made him not want to go back to Menjie Village or stay with his wife, but chose to wander outside
"Twenty years ago..."
I also want to bring back some memories of him, and by the way, I want to thank him for his help at that time. But before I finished speaking, the old man interrupted and waved at me.
"Twenty years ago? Hehe, that's all in the past."
He glanced at me deeply, the emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated, containing pain and remorse, but in his eyes, there was still a light shining, supporting him.
"I'm afraid you didn't know the truth about the great battle twenty years ago, right?"
the truth
These two words made my eyes widen. What truth can there be in that war? Could it be that someone deliberately framed Yang Jian and wanted the ghost exorcists in the ghost exorcism circle to be in a desperate situation? So some method was used to summon the evil spirit from the underworld to the underworld
I just made up my mind casually, and the fear in my heart couldn't help rising.
If it was just the escape of the evil spirits caused by the fluctuations in the yin and yang realms, it would be better to say, if it was a conspiracy, if someone deliberately played tricks, it would be really terrifying!
Only 20 years have passed since the war. If the original culprit is still alive, what if his ambition has not been exhausted and he still wants to do evil...
I didn't dare to continue thinking about it anymore, my heart was in a mess.
Now that the balance between Yin and Yang has been restored, I have seen too many tragic pasts of Yang and Yin, and I really don’t want to let the tragedy happen again.
The old man seemed to see my sorrow, smiled, and said to me in a relaxed tone: "Son, don't worry, I won't make the same mistakes again."
"A large part of the reason why the evil spirits appeared in the yang world was because of our negligence."
He slumped on the seat and reached for the teacup on the table, the tea in it was still warm.
Compared with the first time I met him, he is no longer crazy, he is like a normal person at this time.
negligence
I frowned, puzzled. What does the Great War twenty years ago have to do with their negligence
"The people in our organization, except for me, are all descendants of the Rong family." He was silent for a while, and finally spoke.
Rong's descendants? So they are like me? To put it more precisely, maybe they have such a little blood relationship with me
Although it is far away, the ancestors belong to the same family!
I know very well that the Rong family is responsible for guarding the ghost gate, and the old witch in my hometown, Rong Yiyuan, is also surnamed Rong.
Is there any relationship between the two
The old man sighed again and stopped talking. I saw Yan'er tossing and turning on the bed, as if he was about to wake up. I walked over, gently hugged him, and patted his back.
"That's all, you will know about this sooner or later, why not tell you now."
He propped his hands on his knees, as if he was recalling something, he spoke slowly.
"I'm the captain of the hidden team. I'm mainly responsible for guarding the ghost gate to prevent little ghosts from sneaking out of the underworld. Except for me, my subordinates are all members of the Rong family. The Rong family has guarded the ghost gate for generations. down the rules."
"However, with the passage of time, more and more descendants of the Rong family chose to move out of Menjie Village and live in big cities, and fewer and fewer descendants of the Rong family stayed in Menjie Village."
"Twenty years ago, when the yin and yang worlds fluctuated violently, and the hidden team had surprisingly few guards, in order to prevent the gates of hell from opening and too many ghosts scattered into the yang world, I proposed to edit the non-surnames in the team. Exorcist."
Ah, I understand that.
To put it bluntly, it is to invite foreign aid and borrow manpower from other families, so that it will be easier to guard the ghost gate. Is this really a good suggestion? Any questions
"And then? I think this proposal is very good."
"Not bad." The old man leaned back slightly, changed his sitting position, his eyes were blurred, immersed in memories.
"Son, do you think all ghost exorcists are good? Are all ghost exorcists decent? No?!"
I was stunned, and just watched him spitting and roaring there.
"I shouldn't, I shouldn't, there is no one who came in through the review."
"You mean, someone with ulterior motives sneaked into the hidden team?" This possibility was the first thing I thought of, otherwise, what is the old man regretting there
"My girl turns her head very quickly."
He nodded, agreeing with my statement.
"It is true that people with malicious intentions have sneaked into our hidden team. My negligence failed to catch him out quickly. On the surface, they are very obedient and loyal, but secretly they are acting as shit-stirring sticks for me. Teammates create conflict."
"The war twenty years ago would have ended more easily if it hadn't been for their interference, instead of seriously hurting the vitality of the entire ghost exorcism circle, and even leading to the destruction of the entire Ding family."
He sighed bitterly and shook his head.
"I spent a lot of energy, cleared the door, and brought a small group of teammates who were not affected by the betrayers to the rescue, but by then it was already too late."
"It's not too late, it's not too late at all."
I looked at him seriously: "If you hadn't arrived in time, perhaps even the An family, the Mo family, and even other families would have lost more lives inside."
He glanced at me gratefully, and said guiltily, "Son, you don't need to comfort me."
"The Hidden Team was originally entrusted to me by the old woman to lead, but not only did I fail to grow the organization properly, but in the end, the entire team fell apart."
When he said this, I clearly understood the reason why he didn't want to go back.
Elderly, I am afraid that I am ashamed of my wife.
For Rong Yiyuan, all members of the Rong family should be regarded as her relatives, and the old man in front of him is her favorite person, he must be very clear in his heart.
That's why Rong Yiyuan entrusted the descendants of the Rong family to this old man to manage, lead, and continue to perform the tasks left by their ancestors.
He must be very ashamed that the hidden team was disbanded, so he felt ashamed to go back and see Rong Yiyuan.
Rong Yan writhed in my arms, opened his eyes, looked around in a daze, rubbed the corners of his eyes with his fleshy hands, yawned, and said childishly, "Mother, I To drink water."
I stuffed the bottle with warm water poured on the side into his hand.
His voice successfully drew back the attention of the homeless old man, and I changed Rong Yan's position and hugged her in my arms.
"The hidden team will inevitably disband, it's just a matter of time."
I looked at him: "The society is developing so fast now, and fewer and fewer people will continue to inherit the family business. Maybe some people will abide by the mission left by their ancestors, but due to society, many people will choose to move forward with the times." .”
"People have to eat, sleep, and live. All of these need money, and everyone has to pay responsibility for their own life, instead of letting those long-dead ancestors control it."
Rong Yan stared at the old man with two round eyes, like a curious baby.
"Our family chose to move to the city. Both my parents have their own jobs. After I graduated, when the teahouse opened, my work and life would begin."
"The old witch will definitely not blame you, you go back quickly."
"Ha ha."
The old man laughed suddenly, covered his mouth with his rough hands, and said with a smile, "You call her an old witch."
"Otherwise? She is the psychic medium of Menjie Village."
"oh-"
He replied flatly, then curled his lips with a wry smile: "It turns out that she has become a psychic."
The meaning in this sentence made my nose sore.
The homeless old man has been away for so many years, it seems that he never went back once, and he didn't even know that Rong Yiyuan became a psychic medium.
"Go back quickly. Now that the Ghost Suppressing Order has returned, there will be no more fluctuations in the Yin and Yang realms. Naturally, there is no need for guards at the Ghost Gate, and the affairs of the yang world will be left to those families to worry about."
"You have made too many contributions to the two worlds, it's time to rest."
With a pacifier in her mouth, Rong Yan blinked and grabbed my clothes without making a sound.
I stood up from my seat and bowed deeply to the old man, expressing my respect and gratitude to him.
At the same time, I also thank him for reminding me at the gate of the playground.
When I raised my head, I saw that the old man sitting on the chair was already in tears, covering his face with his hands. I didn't hear his crying, but I could see his shaking jaw.
…
He said that he would go back to Menjie Village. I am very satisfied with this answer.
It couldn't have been a better ending.
Rong Yiyuan's request to me was also completed, and after I sent the old man away, the little guy took out his pacifier and yelled, "Mother, who is he?!"
I touched his little head and said with a smile: "He is a very powerful, great grandfather."
"But he's dressed in such rags."
"You can't judge by appearance, Yan'er..."
I glanced at the invitation card on the corner of the table and opened it.
The very beautiful and delicate handwriting appeared on the paper, and I recognized An Ning's handwriting at a glance.
It said that our family of three was invited to attend the engagement ceremony, and the time—
It's the third of next month.