The little boy stared at Wen Ning for a while, and saw that the other person looked gentle and did not look like a bad person, so he shouted towards the old people who were chatting not far away.
"Grandpa, can you come over here!"
Several old men chatting with cattail fans over there stopped talking when they heard the sound. One of them stood up and walked over slowly.
Wearing a loose vest and cloth shoes, he walked up to the little boy, reached out and gently touched the child's head, and asked
"What's wrong, Dog Leftover?"
The moment the three words Dog Leftover fell into his ears, Wang Lei, who was standing aside, was shaken all over. He subconsciously took half a step forward, his voice was filled with unconcealable surprise, and he said urgently
"Why is his name also called Dog Leftover?"
But he is in a soul state, and his voice can only flow between himself and Wen Ning, and others cannot hear it at all.
The old man was still unaware and just looked down at his little grandson.
Wen Ning glanced sideways at Wang Lei, who was in a fluctuating mood, then turned to the old man in front of him and asked softly following what he just said.
"Uncle, why did you give your child such a nickname?"
The old man then raised his eyes and looked at Wen Ning and his group seriously. Lu Ming and Feng Dema stood quietly at the back. They looked like outsiders, which made them particularly eye-catching in the village.
He raised his brows slightly, and with a bit of countryman caution, he asked
"Who are you? Are you coming to Wang Chong for something?"
Before Wen Ning could reply, the little boy Dog Leftover raised his head first and rushed to answer.
"Grandpa, they are looking for someone! Looking for someone who went out to be a soldier a long time ago!"
Wen Ning took half a step forward at the right time and added:
"I joined the army when War of Resistance Against Japan, my name is Wang Lei, sir, do you know?"
When the old man heard this, he slowly shook his head, with a bit of regret on his face.
"I've never heard of the name Wang Lei. However, War of Resistance Against Japan went out to serve as a soldier. We Wang Chong do have one."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Ning was a little anxious and asked
"Can you please take us to find someone who knows about this?"
The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Wen Ning carefully.
The young man in front of him looked calm and spoke politely. The few people following behind him were also keeping to themselves and did not look like outsiders causing trouble. He pondered for a moment and nodded slowly.
"Okay, come with me."
After saying that, he reached out and took the soft little hand of his little grandson Dog Leftover, turned around and walked towards the village road on the side of the square.
Several people followed behind and walked forward along the smooth cement road.
After walking for a few minutes, the old man opened the door of a small courtyard. The courtyard was not big and was clean. There were a few rose plants planted in the corners and dried beans hanging under the eaves.
The little boy Dog Leftover stood at the door, looking at the familiar door. His little head was tilted and his face was full of confusion. He raised his face and pulled his grandfather's sleeves and asked.
"Grandpa, why did we go home? Aren't we going to help my brother find someone?"
The old man bent down, gently patted the back of his grandson's head, and whispered
"Your father-in-law knows this."
Then he straightened up, turned to look at the Wen Ning group behind him, and explained patiently.
"The insider I'm talking about is my father. My uncle went out to join the army back then."
Wen Ning nodded slightly
"Excuse me, sir."
The old man pushed open the courtyard door and shouted loudly in the direction of the main room
"Dad, we have a visitor at home. I want to know some old stories about War of Resistance Against Japan."
The hall was quiet for a moment before a slow, weak response came from an old, hoarse, light voice.
"Come in."
Several people followed them into the courtyard. The light in the main room was soft, and an old man was sitting on a wicker chair by the window.
The old man was wrapped in a thin coat, his hair was almost completely white, his back was deeply stooped, his face was ridged, his skin was sagging, his eyes were cloudy, and he looked weak. He was lying quietly on the recliner, and his eyes fell lightly on the door.
The old man took a few steps forward, walked to the wicker chair, and said softly to the old man
"Dad, these friends from outside want to inquire about a man named War of Resistance Against Japan who went out to serve as a soldier. His name is Wang Lei."
"Wang Lei"
When these two words reached the old man's ears, his originally lifeless eyes suddenly trembled.
His skinny fingers clenched suddenly, and the hand originally resting on his leg suddenly tightened, and his knuckles turned white.
His originally calm breathing suddenly became rapid.
The old man slowly turned his neck and looked through the group of people at the door. His eyes fell into the void and looked straight at the young man standing next to Wen Ning
Wang Lei stood there, his breathing stagnant, and his eyes instantly turned red.
The old man didn't notice anything strange about his father and continued talking on the sidelines.
"I asked around and found that few people in the village have heard of this name, so I thought of bringing them here to ask you."
The centenarian's lips trembled slightly, and it took a long time before a broken and hoarse voice came out of his throat.
"Wang Lei, that's my brother."
After saying this, the small courtyard became silent for an instant.
The old man froze suddenly, his face full of shock. He had lived for most of his life, but he never knew that his uncle was actually called Wang Lei
"Dad? What did you say?"
The old man did not look at his son, but still looked into the void. He fumbled out a small Bluestone from his pocket. The stone had been rubbed warm and shiny by the years.
"These are the stones I gave to my brother back then. My brother left Wang Chong at the age of fifteen to fight in Shanghai and never came back."
See you again after a hundred years, my soul returns to my hometown
Bluestone lies quietly in the old man's skinny palm, warm and flawless, carrying a hundred years of longing and waiting.
The old man's turbid eyes were always fixed in the void, focused on the figure of the fifteen-year-old boy, speaking hoarsely and slowly, telling the past that had been dusted for hundreds of years.
"My brother left Wang Chong at the age of fifteen to fight in Shanghai and never came back."
After the words fell, the hall fell silent.
The son froze in place, his face full of shock.
After living for more than fifty years, I only know that in Dao Ancestor's generation, there were relatives who died for the country and never returned, but I never knew that the uncle I had never met was named Wang Lei.
The great-grandson Dog Leftover blinked his round eyes and looked at the crying great-grandfather in confusion. His little hands subconsciously clenched the corners of his grandfather's clothes, not daring to disturb him.
In this dull and sour silence, the centenarian man slowly raised his withered hand and waved it gently.
The tone is calm, but with an unmistakable certainty
"You go out first. I have something to say to them alone."
The old man was stunned and subconsciously spoke
"Dad, you are weak, how about I accompany you?"
"Get out."
The old man's tone was a little softer, but extraordinarily firm.
The old man looked at his father's eyes, which had never been more stubborn and red. He felt something was wrong in his heart, but he didn't dare to disobey and could only nod.
He bent down and picked up his ignorant grandson, quietly exited the main room, and closed the wooden door.
A soft squeak
The hustle and bustle of the small courtyard completely faded away, leaving only Wen Ning, Lu Ming, Feng Dema, Wang Lei, the heroic soul that has been wandering for hundreds of years, and a centenarian sitting alone on a wicker chair.
Once the door is closed, all the noise in the world is cut off.
The next second.
The tears that the old man had been holding back suddenly rolled down, and the longing and grievances accumulated for a hundred years completely collapsed in the hall where no one was prying.
He raised his eyes covered with age spots with difficulty, his gaze penetrated the barrier of yin and yang and fell clearly on the face of Wang Lei in front of him.
That was the brother he had longed for, waited for, and longed for all his life.
The young man's brows are green and his body is upright. He will always stay at the age of fifteen when he left home, and he has never aged.
The old man's lips trembled violently, and he used all the strength left in his life to speak softly.
"Brother, you are finally back"
For a moment, Wen Ning was completely stunned. How could ordinary mortals, with naked eyes, see ghosts?
But the old man in front of him really saw Wang Lei clearly and clearly.
He also called out a century-old brother in the direction of Wang Lei.
Meng Jiang, who was always walking quietly beside him, said in a tactful tone
"He is older"
A simple sentence breaks all the mysteries.
Wen Ning Instantly it became clear that it was not that his spiritual power was transparent or that he was gifted with extraordinary talents, but that his life span was about to end and the shackles of his physical body were loosened.
When a person lives a lifetime, his mortal body blocks Yin and Yang. But when life comes to an end, the smoke and fire in the world dissipates, and the shackles of the mortal world fall off, one can briefly glimpse the truth of Yin and Yang, and see the souls of the dead that ordinary people cannot see.
The deadline is approaching, so he saw
He saw the brother he had been waiting for for decades.
The hall was so quiet that only the old man's faint cry could be heard.
Wang Lei looked at the white-haired, hunched younger brother on the wicker chair, looked at the small stone, and responded softly.
"I'm back, little brother, I'm back"