Zhuangrui's feelings for the old house are very complex. In his vague memory, his father's image is linked with the old house. The memory before the age of five is beautiful. He snuggles in his father's arms, eats the dates from the date trees in the old house yard and listens to his father's fairy tales. There is no doubt that Zhuangrui was the happiest one at that time.
But after his father died, everything changed. The old house became lifeless. When his mother was 10 years old, they moved out and came to the present house. Over the years, Zhuangrui seldom went to the old house. The main reason was that he did not want to face his father who had passed away for many years and lost his father when he was a child. For many people, it's unbearable pain.
The old house is located at the foot of Yunlong Mountain, a famous scenic spot in Pengcheng. Hundreds of meters ahead of it is the Pengcheng Museum. The silver and jade clothes displayed in it attract many tourists from home and abroad every day.
On the hill of Hubu not far behind the old house, Xiangyu, the hero of the earth, became the overlord of the West Chu after the destruction of Qin Dynasty. Pengcheng, the capital of Dingdu, built a series of terraces to watch horses, martial arts and military parades. Historically, it was listed as the three treasures of Jiangsu along with the gardens of Suzhou and the stone carvings of the Six Dynasties of Nanjing, but destroyed in the fires of war. Some of them are as well preserved as the two landscapes above.
Historically, various dynasties built many buildings on the circus terrace, such as Taitou, Sanyi Temple, famous officials, Jukui Academy, towering green hill house and stele pavilion. With the passage of time and the change of time, the buildings of the past have been annihilated. After renovation, the circus terrace reappears in the world with its majestic and brilliant features. As a child, Zhuangrui often sneaks into it to play and play with some small partners.
Early the next morning, Zhuangrui and his brother-in-law rushed to the old house, but the rented car could only stop at the entrance of the lane. Zhuangrui and his brother-in-law got out of the car and walked to the old house on the thick snow.
There are three bungalows and a spacious courtyard in Zhuangrui's old house. There is a tall date tree in the middle of the courtyard. There is a stone table and several stone benches under the date tree. When I was a child, my family just sat on the stone benches in the courtyard to eat and enjoy the cool. Now the stone benches have not been sat for a long time, and they are covered with moss.
Originally, Zhuangmu came here once a month to clean, but now because she was about to demolish, she did not come back after tidying up the things. The spacious courtyard was covered with weeds, and there was a big word "demolition" written on the wall outside. Since construction was about to start in a year, the residents nearby had already moved away, and they were all at home. When there is a festive atmosphere everywhere, it seems a little desolate and lonely.
The house in the middle was where Grandpa Zhuang Rui used to live. After Grandpa died, the house was empty. He usually put some sundries in it. When he was a child, Zhuangrui always felt gloomy inside. He never dared to go in. When he grew up, the old house was less and he was not interested in going in.
For this grandpa who had never met before, Zhuangrui only learned from his mother that his grandpa was a geologist who had worked in Yunnan and Myanmar after liberation. It was also for this reason that he was stigmatized as an enemy in the turbulent ten years, persecuted, and involved Zhuangrui's grandma, which made the two old men early. He died.
"Xiaorui, it's grey inside. Don't come in. I'll take it out. You can just give it a hand outside...".
Brother-in-law opened the door of the middle room and faced the dust all over the sky, choking Zhuangrui back and coughing.
The reflection of sunlight on the snow mapped into the room, and two rectangular wooden boxes about one meter in size were placed in the corner of the room. The purpose of the two men's visit was to carry the boxes home. The rest of the small items had been taken back by the mother.
"It's all right. I seldom go into Grandpa's room. Now the house is gone. Go in and have a look. The box is big enough. Hey, it's heavy enough. Let's both carry it out...".
Zhuangrui went into the house again, lifted the corner of the box and tried it. He began to feel the sediment deposit.
Nowadays, few people take heavy wooden boxes to store things. These two boxes should be old things left behind. The baking paint on the outer skin of the boxes has fallen off a little. The surface of the boxes is also carved with flowers and plants. Two iron locks are hung on the delicate nose lock.
Originally, Zhuangrui still wanted to go around the circus stage today, but seeing these two big boxes completely put an end to the idea of playing.
I don't know what's in the box. It's heavy enough. After they lifted the box into the car and pulled it home, they sweated all over. But when they got home, they got a good news. The house next door was almost all right. Mother's colleagues promised to go through the transfer formalities after the New Year and the price was fixed at the same time. At 38,000 yuan, the price was thousands lower than the first price, which made Zhuangrui and Zhao Guodong very happy.
Zhao Guodong helped to carry the boxes and left. After all, he was about to celebrate the Spring Festival. There was a big mess at his parents'house. After his brother-in-law left, his mother was going to visit his old colleague's home. There was only Zhuang Rui left.
Looking at the two large boxes placed in his room, Zhuangrui has an impulse to open them. After all, the memory of the past will die with the demolition of the house. The legacy of these elders will become precious in the eyes of the younger generation.
Zhuangrui went to the drawer of his mother's room and found several keys. He tried to open them, and sure enough, he was able to open the two boxes. Zhuangrui was very happy. He quickly opened one of the boxes and found that all of them were books. The covers of the books were yellowing. It can be seen that these books were dated in some years.
He carefully picked up a book from the box and looked at the publication date. He found that it was Li Siguang's original work, the 53-year edition of Geology of China. After opening it, he saw a large number of pictures and maps of fossils. After a rough look, Zhuangrui carefully put back the book in his hand, believing that the 53 edition of the book was published. Now it can only be found in some large libraries.
Turning down, there were books on geology. Zhuangrui lost interest and opened another box. There were bunches of letters and stacks of notebooks. In one corner of the box, there were four or five black, fist-sized stones.
"No wonder the box is so heavy. Why did Mother put some stones in it?" Zhuangrui was shocked and complained.
He picked up a letter and opened it, looked at it. Zhuangrui was stunned because the whole letter was written in brush. The last signature of the letter was actually "Li Siguang". Zhuangrui read it carefully and quickly. The content of the letter was not long. It should be the reply from the respected scientist to his grandfather. In his letter, he introduced the geological features of Yunnan, Guizhou, Myanmar and other places in detail. His words are very professional. Zhuangrui can not understand many words and sentences. But it is certain that this is Li Siguang's personal letter.
Unexpectedly, Grandpa knew this great scientist whom he had worshipped since he was a child, which made Zhuangrui more interested. So he began to sort out his letters. Because of the obstacles, the black stones were taken out by him and thrown directly under the bed. If not for fear of trouble, Zhuangrui would be thrown downstairs into the garbage heap.
After reading these letters, most of them were used by Grandpa to communicate with some of his classmates and teachers. Only half of them were read. There was a thick layer in the box. Zhuang Rui was impatient because some of the terminology in the box was difficult for him to read.
Put down a letter that he is looking at, Zhuangrui's heart moves. If he uses Reiki, he doesn't seem to need to open the envelope to read. Thinking of this, Zhuangrui looks at the bottom of the box, the blue light flashes, and the Reiki in his eyes also escapes.
"Huh!"
Chuang Rui suddenly cried out in surprise, because when his eyes penetrated a stack of letters and saw the bottom of the box, two scrolls came into his eyes. To his surprise, after the spiritual spirit penetrated the scroll, there seemed to be a breath in the scroll that melted into the spiritual spirit in his eyes, and then the spiritual spirit returned to it by itself. In his eyes, Zhuangrui can clearly feel that the original thin layer of spirituality is only left, which has become much thicker.
Zhuangrui felt that his eyes at the moment were like drops of eyedrops. There was a tinge of sourness in the cool. Zhuangrui closed his eyes slightly. When he opened them again, the whole room seemed to be much brighter.