Chapter 338 Sanshang Laojun Mountain

(After waking up and humiliating the old party:

Excessive drinking last night,

Wake up in the morning and have a headache.

There is no yoga,

Add more humiliation to the old side.

Fal me, provoke me,

Drink your two three four five.)

Sunny on Tuesday, September 27, 2011

I was ready to go to work in the morning and just opened the door. I was stunned and stood with a familiar figure with my back to the door - Uncle Yuanji.

I was a little stunned by the silent uncle's way of not saying hello. I don't know why he came back again and looked around nervously, worried that the headmaster, who made me feel uncomfortable, would hide in an inconspicuous corner and peep into my heart.

"Don't worry, I'm the only one here this time!" Uncle Yuanji said to me without looking back.

When Uncle Yuanji said this, it seemed that I was too worried. I couldn't help lowering my head in shame. When I raised my head again, the question also burst out with the raised head: "What do you want me to do?"

My feelings for Uncle Yu are so complicated that I don't want to see him now. Before reading my uncle's letter, I felt that Uncle Yuanji was a good teacher worthy of my trust; but all this fell into the air with the drift of the letter paper. Although I'm curious about what happened between my uncle and Uncle Yuanji, emotionally, I don't really want to know. Because it must be an unbearable past.

There are many things in the world, and everyone can only see what they want to see. God likes to set up a smooth mirror in front of us, but it reflects our lonely dance on the cold mirror.

Uncle's head was still facing forward and did not turn to me. After a while, it took a while to hear Uncle Yuanji's voice slowly coming. The sound is as slow as a staggering old man walking, carefully: "Handsome, I want you to accompany me to a place?"

Uncle's polite words made me feel that what happened last night. I have inserted a knife fiercely in his heart. This knife is a bloody knife. I thought for a moment, but whispered, "I have to go to work today!" Although the voice was very small, it was refused.

"One day, one morning. Am I going to Rongcheng in the afternoon? In the words of Uncle Yuanji, he brought some pleas.

This kind of words is something I couldn't imagine before. At this moment, I found that Uncle Yuanji was old. His back began to hump slightly, and his waist was not as straight as before.

"I'll ask for leave!" Uncle Yuanji suddenly became old, which made me feel that it was really unbearable to refuse like this. At the punishment of not having full attendance, I called my director. On the phone, I gently expressed that I was not feeling well today, and the director was quite happy and approved my fake note.

Put away the phone, and I saw that Uncle Yuan Ji had turned his head around. There was some brightness in his eyes. In the bright group of Uncle Yuan, I was inexplicably self-righteous. It seems that I didn't do anything wrong to hide from Uncle Yuanji.

"Please come and sit in the room. You just came in a hurry last night and haven't taken a good look at where you used to live, right? Now it has changed a lot. I called Jiang Yingyu and Xiaoxue. Shall we talk for a while first? Unconsciously, I used a respectful name for Uncle Yuanji. The use of this honorific also distanced my relationship with him.

Uncle's brightness just now also faded with my respect. He shook his head and refused my kind invitation.

I saw that Uncle Yuanji didn't want to go back to my Zhang's small building, so he asked gently, "Then where do you want me to go with you?"

"Laojun Mountain!" Uncle Yuanjie's voice was very low and hoarse. Overnight, the old man has firmly occupied his body.

"Hmm!" I immediately reacted to Uncle Yuanshi's answer. This trip, Uncle Yuanshi wanted to visit my uncle's lonely grave again. I immediately proposed, "Then I will wake up Xiaoxue and ask her to drive us there?"

"No! I just want to go with you this time?" Uncle Yuanji rejected my proposal again.

Since Uncle Yuanji said so, I have to follow Uncle Yuanji to Laojun Mountain obediently.

On the way, Uncle Yuanji and I were silent, and neither of them spoke much. Except for some necessary greetings, the two seemed to have no common topic. I was very anxious in my heart and always wanted to say something to break this deadly dullness. But after thinking about it, I didn't come up with a good idea. On the contrary, thinking about it, the taxi has unconsciously arrived at Laojun Mountain.

Today is not the weekend, and there are not as many tourists on Laojun Mountain as before. The scene of tourists on the weekend can no longer be seen at this moment. In addition to some pious believers and women who came to pray for comfort in their hearts, some shouting tourists went to Laojun Mountain under the guidance of a guide waving bright red flags.

The mountain is inclusive, and it will not be annoyed by the noise of tourists destroying its tranquility. And people wantonly destroy this pure land, but there is no guilt on their faces. The devout men and women only frowned gently, but said nothing. Because Shan told them to be tolerant.

Uncle Yuanji and I stood in front of Laojun Guan's door and quietly looked at the mountain that was not Cui Wei and the Lao Junguan. Although this Taoist temple is still a Taoist temple, the erected railing greatly reduces the piety of faith.

"Let's go!" The silent uncle standing in front of Lao Jun Guan's door suddenly said.

I honestly handed over the tickets before I entered the Laojunguan with those people. On the way, I was also wondering if I would meet the previous volunteer who picked up bottles. If it's not her, we won't visit the old man. It seems that everything is arranged in the dark.

But it disappointed me. Maybe in the morning, the weather was not hot, so there would not be many bottles thrown down. So I have never met her who picked up the bottle. A little disappointment rose in my heart.

Uncle Yuanji walked in front of him in silence. He did not follow the tourists to visit the somewhat deterior old monarch's view, but went straight to the back mountain.

The road behind the mountain is not easy to walk. But looking at Uncle Yuanji's familiar appearance, I know that he must have been here more than once. I can't help wondering why my uncle left me such a message.

The dead uncle did not go straight to the old man's dilapidated house, but directly to the place where my uncle's grave was. I also followed silently, and only the sun accompanied us...

When I got there, I saw that my uncle's grave was no longer lonely. It turned out that I don't know when there was a small bag next to him. Seeing that little bag, and thinking about Uncle Yuan's walking route, I understood.

This little bag should be buried with the old man I saw last time. Here, there are green mountains; here, there are the fetters of your own life journey; here, guard what you have guarded all your life...

I couldn't help but lighten my pace, as if I was afraid to interrupt their whispers below...