Who allowed me to live like a dream

In front of the reception room of Ji's house is a foyer.

The foyer is very simple, with a few chairs, a few tables, and a case.In the middle of the hall, facing the door, there is a Chinese painting of a mountain tiger. In front of the painting, there is an incense burner and several plates of melons and fruits.People who come to visit usually wait here for the notification first, and then enter the reception room after passing the notification.

Gu Jiachen entered the hall under the guidance of a servant, and heard a crisp sound, as if something fell on the ground and broke.It made him nervous naturally.Then came the voice of the old man Ji, calling the old housekeeper to see off the guests.

Gu Jiachen stepped into the reception room, saw a crowd of people standing there, and heard Ji Zetong say: "Don't see off the guests, bring me the agreement."

His words were crisp and sharp, with a bit of decisiveness in his words, and a white porcelain tureen and teacup beside him, in this early summer when the temperature was rising, was white and cold.

Gu Jiachen looked down and saw a teacup with a blue and white tureen, smashed into pieces on the ground in front of the old man, the broken porcelain splashed far away, the reception room was filled with the fragrance of Longjing, the emerald green tea leaves were softened by the water, and piled up in the wet place on the ground.Presumably the old lady was too angry to smash it.

Looking next to Ji Zetong, the snow-white porcelain cup is in good condition and has never been touched.

The old man Ji stomped his crutches carved with dragons and pearls on the ground, and shouted: "What are you doing in a daze, lock up the young master!"

The old man was indeed very angry, his beard was trembling, and his crutches were stamped on the ground, as if the earth had been shaken three times.Gu Jiachen secretly said that he was indeed a soldier, even though he is 80 or [-] years old, he is still so energetic.

Maybe it's too angry?He didn't know either.

Gu Jiachen's heart also trembled, the old man's anger is always very powerful.The bodyguards on the side were ready to step forward, but Ji Zetong had no fear on his face, and snorted coldly:

"Grandpa, I'm not a kid anymore, I said I signed, you can't stop me."

"Fart! As long as my old man is around for a day, you will never be allowed to do such a shameful thing! Do you know what this agreement says? It's nurturing!" Mrs. Ji said, knocking on his crutches.

It was an old red sandalwood crutch, and the crutch body was embossed with a half-opened peony with tangled branches and leaves.The armrest is a lifelike chilong head, with a pair of longan eyes dotted in vermilion.In the opened mouth, there is a crystal clear jasper bead.

The hall is full of pearls and jade, the flowers are blooming, rich and honorable, auspicious and wishful.This crutch was made by Ji Zetong's father when Mrs. Ji returned to the southwest.Now that his son is not by his side, the crutches are Mrs. Ji's treasure, and she is usually careful not to hurt anything, but now that she is angry, she can't care about anything.

Ji Zetong stood up immediately, and retorted without showing any weakness: "So what about nurturing? Grandma Yu'er was raised by grandpa back then? Grandpa still loves her and loves her..."

As soon as the word Yu'er was mentioned, the old man couldn't bear it any longer. He banged three times and almost knocked a crutch in two on the ground.

"Don't mention your grandma Yu'er! Grandpa just regrets taking care of her back then! If your grandpa hadn't insisted on keeping her by his side, she wouldn't have ended up in such a mess!"

As he spoke, he leaned his hands on the crutches and sighed a few times, tears couldn't help but flow down, Gu Jiachen was shocked, his heart was heavy like lead, and he couldn't breathe.I thought this is really old tears!

The old housekeeper sighed when he saw it, and turned to Ji Zetong to persuade him:

"Hey, young master, why are you bringing this up again? Don't mention that old thing!"

Ji Zetong took a deep breath and sat back on the chair, glanced at his grandfather's crutches, and then just stayed silent.

The eyes of the dragon with the walking stick are not black, but bright red dotted with cinnabar.The bead in his mouth is sapphire from the Kunlun Mountains. It has a clear color of smoky color, elegant and refreshing in color, translucent, and fine and even in texture.

Originally, red sandalwood crutches were the best paired with milky white Hetian jade, but grandpa chose such a little-known material from Kunlun Mountains.It's weird to see the green jade embedded in it, but Grandpa couldn't put it down. He always took the walking stick with him like a lover, and even put it on the pillow when he slept.

Ji Zetong knew that it was grandma's name.Scarlet eyes, turquoise dragon balls.Grandma Yu'er's name was Zhu Yu, and her nickname was Qing Qing'er.

Grandpa carried the cane all day long, and sometimes he would murmur to it, and sometimes grandpa would put a small radio on the cane, and the radio contained continuous confessions——

I don't know where it started, but it goes deeper and deeper, the living can die, and the dead can live...

Was Grandpa waiting for that crutch to be reunited with Grandma someday?Just like Du Liniang came back to life under Liu Mengmei's call and walked out of the painting to reunite with Liu Mengmei?

Grandpa seems to have been living in a dream for the rest of his life, living in his longing for Grandma Yu'er.Just like the words written behind the photo of grandma in the cabinet of the rosewood dresser.

The old dream is Zhuli jasper.

Jiumeng, Zhuli, Biyu.

Grandpa turned his face away to wipe his tears, waved his sleeves, and repeated again: "Take the young master down... lock him up."

Gu Jiachen had already quietly walked behind Ji Zetong, and subconsciously helped him block the row of people behind him.The bodyguards beside the old man looked at the old butler's face, the old butler raised his chin, and they walked towards Ji Zetong.

Ji Zetong stared at them without moving, then suddenly stretched out his hand to the white porcelain teacup next to him, grabbed the small and round lid in his hand, squeezed it suddenly, and after a muffled "pop", the lid was crushed into several pieces.

The broken porcelain slag pierced straight into Ji Zetong's palm, and the thick blood immediately soaked out from the palm of his hand. It formed several small streams between his fingers and gurgled out, and then converged into a small river at the wrist, soaking the blood. His white shirt cuffs.

He picked up a shard of porcelain and held it to the edge of his neck.After sticking it on, a trace of blood ran down his neck, staining the collar of his shirt red.

His gaze was firm and resolute, as if he was threatening to kill him!

If the aorta of the neck is cut down, the person will lose blood and die in less than 3 minutes.It was real blood, like a water cannon, and the blood went up to the ceiling.Therefore, the person who cuts his wrist is the most stupid. If he really wants to die, if he slashes at the neck, even the gods will not be able to save him.

Gu Jiachen was stunned by the side, and quickly stretched out his hand to press Ji Zetong's shoulder.He could feel Ji Zetong trembling.

The old man stared intently at Ji Zetong's eyes, at the white porcelain in his hand, and at the stream of blood on his delicate neck.The blood was getting bigger and bigger on the shirt, and the old man stared at the thin bright red stream between each of his fingers.

The old man's body couldn't stop shaking.

The bodyguards stopped moving and stood there like a wax statue.The entire reception room was silent, as if they were overwhelmed by Ji Zetong's tragic appearance.

Lawyer Yao had sharp eyes and quick hands, and brought the opened agreement to Ji Zetong.Ji Zetong also fixed his eyes on the old man and the people around him. He raised his uninjured hand, dipped his thumb in the blood left on his neck, stretched it out slowly, and pressed it firmly against the snow-white paper. superior.

The old man suddenly took a deep breath and let it out again, looking very disheartened.The old man's eyes were closed tightly, the corners of his eyes were full of tears, his gray hair was stuck behind his ears, and his temples were indistinct, all of them were sad.The old and lifeless eyelids drooped, listless, as if he didn't intend to ask this sad world of mortals any more.

His hands were tightly grasping the crutches, his wrists were trembling, and his lips were rubbing against each other.

Zhu Yu...Zhu Yu...you call me what to do...

Ji Zetong stood up, called out to Gu Jiachen, and said, "Let's go."

Gu Jiachen was taken aback.

Ji Zetong said again: "Why, Xiaoxu called you, didn't you come to pick me up? Let's go."

As he spoke, he got up and walked out the door, throwing the broken porcelain residue in his hand on the ground as he walked.

The white porcelain mixed with blood stains fell to the ground with a ding ding dong dong, shaking the desolation all over the ground.There is an incense burner on the small table in the corner of the reception room, burning musk with a strong fishy smell, and a few wisps of smoke slowly rise from the hollowed-out copper cover, setting off the endless summer afternoon.

Ji Zetong's blood seemed to speed up its flow under the influence of spices. It walked and dripped all the way, stained and broken.

It was a bright sunny day outside.The summer breeze is smooth, the tree shadows are mottled, the leaves shake jasper, and the flowers spit red.

The pool is full of Qiong Yaoju, and the partridges are in harmony.Knowing the sound of the sun, watching the shadows fade away.

Old grievances add tears, lovesickness and blood.The snow porcelain flakes are surrounded by musk smoke, laughing at me like yesterday.

Cicada's voice seemed to be repeating the oath of that day, "You and I are the only ones together."He was about to see him again.That photo was still flashing on the screen of the phone, and he kept it with him all the time, touching it over and over again.

He really... has grown a lot taller.