Wake up, stop dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

The inscribed name of the note is Zheng Zidong, and the person in front of him should be his grandson.

At this moment, Zuo Yan had the illusion that he was a hundred years old when he opened his eyes. He had seen Zheng Zidong toddling and babbling when he was a child, and he had also seen his grandson faltering and struggling.

Si Jia's eyes fell on the notes, and he averted his eyes after only one glance. It was not so much looking at the notes as he was looking at him.

Zuo Yan wiped the corners of his mouth, there is no grape juice, no melon seed peel, what are you looking for.

"Did you eat during that time?" He asked suddenly as if he just remembered.

Zuo Yan was just about to ask him what he said, when he suddenly thought of what he meant.

This person has seen him in the "corridor of memory", from childhood, and the looming gazes in those fragments, including the last picture, all show that he has been able to see him.

Eyelashes drooping, mouth pursed into a stubborn shape, "No." These two words can be said to be repeated in the mouth a thousand times, stained with the color of grievance, smelling sad, the listener feels distressed.

"How long?" Si Jia picked up the melon seeds and let him lie in front of him to read the notes on the table.

Zuo Yan raised his head and secretly thought that it had been about 30 years since the two of them met for the first time in their memory until the Zheng family caught fire.

When he said the number guiltily, Si Jia frowned, and under his unexpected gaze, he took a straw cake and put it in his mouth to taste carefully, the reddish-brown filling stuck to that beautiful lip.

Zuo Yan couldn't control himself, and forgot that there were other people beside him. Under the surprised eyes of the two, he leaned forward and sucked the stuffing on that lip.

The method of grass cake is simple, so it is not easy to make a unique taste. Zuo Yan understands where this traditional handicraft tradition lies.

Withdrew from his lips, Zuo Yan happened to meet two pairs of incredible eyes.

Zhao Junfeng thought secretly that the relationship between the two turned out to be this kind, and indeed the relationship between goblins and ghosts was not simple.

Zuo Yan seemed to have been turned on, and he was so wronged that he believed that he hadn't eaten for decades. On the other hand, Si Jia, listening to his words, nodded from time to time, and when he finished speaking, he whispered in his ear, " In reality, you only slept for three days."

Zuo Yan's tears of grievance were still rolling in his eyes, and as soon as Si Jia finished speaking, he put away the grievance just now, turned around and went back to suck grapes as if nothing had happened.

In reality, after sleeping for three days, it is impossible to watch all the memories in the memory. An IQ person like Si Jia can easily hear the flaws in his words.

Alas, it's really hard to cheat for something to eat.

"Cough...Mr. Kesi..."

"Leave the things, you can go."

Zheng Hua came here this time to deliver something, but when he saw the notebook, he still had an idea in his mind, but he didn't know how to say it.

"Master?" Zhao Junfeng had already supported the master to the door, but Zheng Hua stopped, turned around and hesitated to speak.

"Some things are useless to say, do you still want to ask?" Si Jia looked at the stage, beating the beat with his hands, and never glanced at the two of them from the beginning to the end.

Zheng Hua was silent, "Before he left...cough...he regretted it, he coughed...and...recited your name when he was unconscious."

"Qingxiu taught him opera since he was three years old, and every word in the opera was instructed by him. When he was tired, he took him to the street to watch shadow puppets, and often bought some novelty gadgets that he had never seen before.

You will not fail to understand the truth of being a teacher for a day and a father for life. If you don't plan to put incense on his grave in the future, you won't think of his master's bones immediately when something happens. "

Zhao Junfeng didn't know what happened from the beginning to the end, no matter if it was the master's humility, or Si Jia's indifference, but he thought he knew a little about the young man in front of him, no matter what he was, his character was pure and simple , good temper, gentle breath around the body.

However, the man in front of him has changed at this moment.

He looked a little careless, kneading a grape with his fingertips, and didn't care if the juice stuck to his fingertips.

Tilting his head to look at the two of them, the words in his mouth were aggressive.

He looked down at the master's hand, trembling after hearing his words, he didn't know what he remembered.

In the end, he sighed, turned and left, his back was obviously a little embarrassed.

Zhao Junfeng helped the master, got into the car, and told the driver to drive directly home.

Today's meeting was arranged by him a long time ago, and I believe the other party should also know about it.

After returning from Zhengjia Village, he explained to his master what happened in those few days. The master was silent for a long time before he told him that he must arrange a meeting with Si Jia.

And since that day, the master's health has been getting worse and worse, and his voice has been affected the most. Let alone singing in the future, it is hard to speak.

Zheng Hua also comforted him, this is good, after singing for a lifetime, he can rest.

The scenery outside the window flashed in a hurry, and the bustling city made the scene of Zhengjia Village involuntarily appear in front of his eyes.

"Master, who is Mr. Sika? And what is in the box?"

Although he is the director of the special investigation department, he can't make the master so humble, and what does all this have to do with the master's grandfather?

"Master, who is Qingxiu?"

Zheng Hua took the water he handed over, swallowed two mouthfuls, relieved the pain in his throat, rubbed the armrest of the crutch with his palm, and said in a rough voice: "Do you know what happened in Zhengjia Village a hundred years ago?"

Zhao Junfeng said: "Little Panda, that boy just now, I know him pretty much." He recalled it, and a flash of inspiration flashed, "That's right! He seems to have mentioned the name Qingxiu, it seems to be... the Zheng family The gifted adoptive son of yours."

Zheng Hua nodded, "Qingxiu was my grandfather's master. When Qingxiu was suffering from a serious illness, he left the Zheng family after Mrs. Zheng's death, and passed away not long after. Only Zheng Zidong knew the burial place of the bones.

Zheng Zidong, you should know that he is my grandfather. "

"Master, have you changed your name?"

"Come on, he doesn't want to have anything to do with the Zheng family. He was the one who hired monks to get rid of ghosts. You should know that those ghosts can't be killed, they can only be suppressed."

"I know this, the last... ghosts were all trapped in the woods outside the village."

A paragraph in the notes appeared in front of Zheng Hua's eyes, "The object of suppression is Qingxiu's ashes."

Zhao Junfeng's eyes widened, "Ashes?"

"Your ancestor dug the grave of his only master with his own hands, and made his ashes into a monument, suppressing the grudges of the Zheng family for more than 200 years."

Zhao Junfeng felt cold all over his body, and the coldness welled up from the soles of his feet was piercing.

A teacher for a day, a father for life.Digging graves, rubbing bones, but without him doing this, the descendants of the Zheng family would not be able to be so peaceful.

"Sijia, it's Qingxiu." Another deep-water bomb exploded in his ear.

"...How is this possible..." Zhao Junfeng thought for a long time, and only said this.

"The black thing in that box..."

"It's a stele made of ashes. Before your master left, he told me that I must take it out of Zhengjia Village and hand it over to Mr. Sijia. I doubted his words and his notes, and it was many years late. After all, I am also one of those selfish people."

After Zheng Hua said these words, he didn't cough anymore. Zhao Junfeng looked at him with panic in his heart. Master's body...

The wind outside the window rolled up the fallen leaves, swirling and dancing in the air, the wind blows, the clouds roll, and time passes.

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After the two of them left, Zuo Yan put away his aggressive posture, and returned to that heartless and silly panda look.

It wasn't until the people on the stage left and the beauty case ended that the two left the theater.

Zuo Yan held a pile of peeled melon seeds in his hand, and threw a few into his mouth from time to time, and handed them to the people around him.

"Why did you change your name?"

"Ms. Zheng was surnamed Si before she got married. As for Jia, it is because she likes Buddhism. Although Sakyamuni and Jialuo are transliterated words, she thinks that this word means peace and will be blessed by gods and Buddhas.

Later, it was called Qingxiu by most people, and few people remembered the name Sijia. "

Zuo Yan nodded, isn't that just his stage name?

But these two names are also very interesting. One is like a Taoist priest and the other is a monk Zhang. They are both professions that are destined not to marry a wife.

"Then you really saw me at that time?" He was referring to that memory.

Si Jia looked sideways, "Occasionally."

Occasionally, he would see a white-haired boy who was out of tune with others, talking to himself, following behind him.

Toddlers have memories of that round and warm snow-shielding panda overlapping with the boy's shadow.

Zuo Yan thought about it again, it seems that he didn't say anything that shouldn't be said.

I also forgot.

"Since you knew about Zhengjia Village, why didn't you pay any attention to it?"

Zuo Yan looked at the wooden box placed on the back seat of the car, the black stele inside exuded a strong yin.

Si Jia put one hand on the steering wheel, looked sideways at him, and a smile flashed in his deep eyes.

"Cause and effect, I saw the effect first, so naturally I have to wait for the cause to appear."

The panda in his memory didn't match the clothes of that era. He had been waiting until... the panda in the zoo who rolled around like a baby and begged for a hug appeared.

Zuo Yan's ears turned red unexpectedly, and it was no coincidence that he co-authored everything. After thinking about it, those unequal treaties he signed seemed to have jumped into a wolf's pocket from the very beginning, and he personally tied the ropes and returned them. clapped.

System: "I feel sorry for you a little bit."

Zuo Yan: "Thinking about how many hundreds of years I will live, feel sorry for yourself."

The system looked at the blur in front of him, and hid in the corner to grow mushrooms. In the corner for hundreds of years, he might even be deaf.

"Do you have any other questions?"

Zuo Yan shook his head.

"Then it's my turn to ask."

What are you asking, can I not answer?

"Why are you so eager to see me for the first time?"