C121 Old Residence Tracer

Name:The Strange Memoir Author:
I grew up in the old house, and although it's been a long time since I've been there, I'm still very familiar with the situation there.

The house is in a small town under the jurisdiction of the Huazhou. When I drove back, there were still many uncles and aunties who remembered me.

"Isn't this a small bridge? In the blink of an eye, it has grown so big! "

"Uncle Liu, it's me."

"Little Qiao, how many years has it been since you've been back? Your dad always said you didn't have time. "Come quickly to aunty's house, I'll cook good food for you today …"

"Aunt, when I come back and eat, I have to hurry and leave after I get something."

The simple and honest folk style was still the same as it was ten years ago. On both sides of me, children of various sizes stood by my lord's side, looking at me curiously. They were quite unfamiliar with me, a fellow villager who had been away from home for so many years.

The old house was isolated on the other side of town and not mixed with the townhouse. It quietly stood at the foot of the mountain. It had experienced many vicissitudes of life, yet it still lived alone in that place. It seemed somewhat ethereal.

When I opened the door, I was surprised to find that the dust inside was not as thick as I had expected. Although it was not as clean as a normal house, at first glance, the courtyard looked very tidy.

Even the dust on the small stone table and stone bench was only a thin layer.

It should be either his father or mother who came here often to clean up. Mother didn't want to live in the old house. She said she was afraid, but she and her father had a different feeling about the old house.

I grew up here when I was a kid, and my father grew up here for decades. As for her mother, this was also where she married her father. When her mother mentioned her grandfather and grandmother, her tone was filled with an unwillingness to part with them forever. Although they didn't spend too much time together, her mother always said that her grandparents were good elders and treated her very well, even better than her father.

Looking at the high trees in the yard and the luxuriant canopy, I remember when I was a child, the trees were slightly thinner. Father said that this was planted by Grandfather himself on the day I was born. He grew up with me for over ten years, and then grew up alone for over ten years.

"In the blink of an eye, things have changed for good!" After lingering in the yard for a long time, I opened the door and went in.

The old building was made of wood, and it was a reservoir. The roof facing it was not sealed, leaving behind a hole larger than a cistern. The sun could pour down from above, and the rain could also pour down from the sky into the pool.

As I walked through the rooms, the familiar furnishings reminded me of things that had been sealed away in my memory for a long time. Back then, I had played around here with a bunch of friends.

An old rattan chair was still placed in the center of the room where my grandparents lived. Even the shelf that held the vase hadn't moved.

Looking at the platform, I was stunned. Then he slowly backed out of the room and closed the door. He looked at the horizontal beam outside the room.

It was here that day, suddenly hanging a piece of white silk, then the Magic Grandmother died on that white silk. I remember that night, I also saw her blurry figure wandering under the beams of the house, probably smiling at me, but it scared me to tears.

I burst into tears. She seemed to be in a hurry, wanting to say something to me. In the end, she just sighed and disappeared from my sight. But when I was young, I often had a strange feeling. Now that I think about it, it should be my homesick grandmother who came back to peek at me secretly.

Guilt gushed out from my heart in an instant. I stood under the roof with my eyes closed, thinking about many things. For a moment, I was in a daze.

"Grandma, I'm sorry. Little Bridge hasn't come to see you in a long time." He opened his eyes, and it seemed as if some cold tears had fallen from the corners of his eyes. For a moment, I felt confused, as if something was clogging up my mind, making me flustered.

Vaguely, I seemed to hear my grandmother's voice saying to me, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. "Child, you've never been at ease since you were young, and now you're still worrying about it for Grandma."

"Of course not, I'm not worried anymore." I answered, but heard no other sound.

Shaking my head, I thought that I might have been too emotional to hear. Thinking about it, it made sense. How many years had it been since his grandmother passed away? The old man's soul must have long left this place to go to the world of the dead.

Still, I decided that I would visit my grandmother at her grave, as well as my grandfather.

Speaking of which, I was unfilial enough, even he and his parents haven't been to their grave for years.

The study was in the backyard, but it was not connected to the houses it normally lived in. Instead, it was a separate room that was about a meter away from the others.

When he was young, he often went to the study, but that was only for fun. The nature of a child is certain that I will not sit down here seriously, nor have I gone through the many books in the study.

Creak ~

When he opened the door, the room was actually very clean. The lighting here was very good. It was at least twice as bright as the room they were staying in.

My father said he wanted me to come into the study, but he didn't tell me what he wanted me to see. So I had to settle my mind and slowly rummage through some books on the shelves, hoping to find something useful.

There were many types of books on the bookshelves, most of which were related to antiques. Of course, these weren't ordinary appraisal books, but some obscure things such as the devil, the ox, or the snake.

It would not be easy for such a book to be preserved in such a chaotic era. It was said that this was a chaotic world, and anything that could be related to the gods and the devils would be smashed into smithereens.

It was all thanks to the simple and honest folk style here. If this were placed in any other place, even if they were to kill someone wrongly, they would forcibly destroy this treasury of knowledge.

I find it interesting that not all of the books here are secret books and scholarly books that have been passed down since time immemorial. There are also books of the genre of monsters, quite a few of them in the chat room alone, and some of the more obscure stories.

I turned over the four great books and searched the entire bookshelf, but to no avail. My father said he could find something I wanted to know from here, but how could these technical and recreational books have anything to do with the dormitory I wanted to know about?

How strange! I was puzzled, but I was sure that my father wasn't talking nonsense. Furthermore, there was no need for him to lie to me regarding this matter.

"This is strange!" Just what exactly is here!? " I stopped and patiently rummaged through the bookshelves again. It was exactly the same as before. There wasn't anything useful that I could find.

"Hmm? What is that? " I looked at the wall behind the desk and noticed that there was something small hanging there. It looked familiar at first glance, or rather familiar, but I was a little shocked and didn't want to believe it.

Walking closer, I looked at the "Zheng" character engraved on the small nameplate hanging on the wall. I remained silent for a long time. When he was young, there was absolutely no such thing in the study room! I swear to myself, otherwise I would have been taken down to play by the mischievous me.

After thinking for a moment, I still reached my hand out to take it off the wall. The feeling when I held it in my hand was exactly the same as the two Zheng nameplates that I picked up.

"Eh? There seems to be something different here! " I took the nameplate and felt around in my hand. The pattern on my back made me feel something strange.

Flipping the book over in curiosity, he discovered that the patterns on his back were indeed very different. It could even be said that they were completely different.

A phoenix and a phoenix entangled together in the clouds, like a pair of lovesick lovers, yet also like a pair of lofty kings. If one looked closely, they would see that they seemed to have aged in the clouds. However, they were supporting each other, fearing that the other party would fall down one step before them.

"Zheng nameplate?" "What a strange feeling." Looking at the design on the back of the nameplate, I had a feeling that it had been implicated.

But why did his family have this "Zheng" nameplate? Furthermore … I hung the nameplate back on the wall and stepped back to the door to look at it again. I immediately realized that the nameplate was hanging right in the middle of the door, without even the slightest deviation.

The main seat! Usually, only the person with the highest status in the family, or the master of a family, would have the right to stand in the middle of the room directly opposite the door to receive the guest. However, looking at the chair beside the table, it was obvious that the chair was deliberately moving away from the nameplate, meaning that the chair wasn't placed on the main seat.

"What do you mean by that!?" Does grandpa think that nameplates are more honorable than the nameplate at home? " I went to the nameplate again and pulled it off the wall.

"Huh?" I was surprised again. When I pulled it, the ring inlaid with the signature didn't seem to be stable, or rather, the wall behind it was unstable.

There was a secret compartment! It was confirmed in an instant. This ring with the word 'Zheng' hanging on it was not only used as a ring, but also as a handle in the secret compartment on the wall.

I was a little nervous, and I guessed that there was something I wanted to think about. The instant my hand grabs the loop, I'm sure of it.

I, who had been meditating for a long time, could not completely calm down at this time.

Because I could sense that there was a different kind of door, slowly opening towards me. That could be all that was involved with the clan, and it could also be some unspeakable secret. There must be a lot of things that I don't know or even know about.

The secret compartment probably hadn't been opened for a long time. When it was pulled out, there were still some thorny sounds, but it wasn't too bad. It was just that this wooden drawer was like a secret compartment.

There was a thick book in a drawer with a white cover and no words on it.