And I am the kind of life full of ups and downs. My name is Tang Chu. Tang Dynasty, the beginning of the first day of the Tang Dynasty, is it considered as the abbreviation of the early years of the Tang Dynasty?
The name was given by my father, just because he saw a tri-colored Tang Dynasty in the early years of the Tang Dynasty.
My father was a well-educated man in the village. His name is Liu Tang, and my father is the sixth child in the family, so he was directly named Liu Tang.
Speaking of my father Liu Tang, there are not many people in the top ten townships and eight miles here who don't know him, just because my father is a famous Mr. Feng Shui.
Many people invited him to see the Feng Shui Cave. Some people were really popular, so my father became famous.
However, that's just that he is clearly working. Later, with the development of the times, the old burial has been replaced, cremation has risen, and my father's business has completely closed down.
Later, I had no choice but to find another way out and work with others, but he found that life was particularly unfree and soon retired from the factory.
Without work, life is more difficult. At that time, I was actually born. I should be over five years old. My father and mother often quarrel. I still remember it.
Later, I vaguely remember that it was a little better for a while, and I don't know where my father got the money at that time.
A lot of what I say now is what my mother told me.
What I can probably remember is that many strangers came to our house. They seem to be discussing something with my father. At that time, even my mother and I were blocked out.
When I asked my mother what they were doing, my mother replied in a daze, "Your father is talking about business with someone."
I remember this sentence, talking about business.
And those strange ceramics that often appear at home and so on.
I remember that once I touched a piece of porcelain out of curiosity and was almost hanged by my father.
That was the first time I was taught to cry by my father. Of course, my mother quarreled with my father again that time, for me.
Then, that night, I vaguely remembered a particularly horrible dream, yes, so that I am still a little scared when I think about it now.
I vaguely remember that I saw a man in black standing by my bed in my dream, and his hand was desperately trying to choke me. At that time, I could only look at him helplessly, but I couldn't move myself. I wanted to shout something out, but I couldn't. Then, somehow I woke up.
I thought that dream was particularly horrible. I knew that the reason why I had such a dream was probably related to my touching that porcelain.
So I was afraid to touch my father's things later.
My father left when he was fifteen.
That year, as an adult, I saw many things more clearly and clearly than when I was a child.
What I remember now is the big fire.
That day was July 14 of that year.
Ghost Festival.
Gloomy streets, but as usual, the atmosphere is different, that day was originally a ghost festival.
No guests came that day, but dad told us early that if there were guests coming today, don't disturb him.
So my mother and I were also well-advised and didn't dare to disturb him that day.
He sat alone in a room in the east wing, in a daze.
That night, in fact, some rice and tea had already been prepared in that room, but no one came that day.
Then I became a little curious. I went to my room to sneak a look. I saw my father sitting at the dining table alone in a daze. Although he was the only one at the dinner table, he actually prepared bowls and chopsticks for two people.
It seems that he is really waiting for someone to come, but who is this person? I feel more and more curious, just wait outside the door.
There was something wrong with the atmosphere of Halloween, but that night was even weirder.
There were only some bright lights on the original street, and there were some rumors about Halloween and some matters that people should pay attention to in the old black-and-white TV set of neighbors.
That night, although I was curious, I waited for a long time, and no one came after seven or eight in the evening. You know, after seven or eight, those meals are already cold.
I thought my father should have quit long ago, but, no, he not only didn't quit, but also sat in that position and waited for a while.
At that time, I secretly aimed at his eyes. His eyes don't know where he is looking, and his eyes are a little confused. Everything has nothing in common.
I tried to follow his line of sight at that time, but I felt that his line of sight was actually looking at somewhere on the ground.
Of course, if I hadn't been paying attention to this at that time, maybe I wouldn't know something so quickly later.
Of course, these are naturally what I will state later, so I will sell them here first.
That night, it should be very late. My mother came to me at this time. She dragged me to my room and told me to go to bed. I was a little sleepy at that time, so I followed my mother to the bedroom.
I was really sleepy at that time and fell into a groggy dream at once. I don't know how long it took, but I heard some voices from people outside.
Those voices were sparse and quiet at first, but then with a person screaming, everything changed and suddenly it was like an earthquake.
The scream came from my mother. She screamed in despair. I finally woke up from that dream. I was still in a daze. When I left the room, I suddenly saw that my father's east wing was on fire.
Our room is surrounded by four corners. The east wing is opposite to the west wing. I stand in the bedroom of the west wing, opposite to the room where my father lives in the east wing.
A raging fire is like a dragon in the east wing. I seem to remember my mother kneeling on the ground and crying. Although I was confused at that time, I didn't know what happened. But I don't know why, I guess I was driven by my mother's emotions, and I cried inexplicably, a little sad.
Later, people came to the village, and many people gathered outside our room. One by one, they carried buckets to fetch water from our ancient well, and then poured buckets of water into the room.
The fire was really too big at that time. The whole room was burned by fire, and many things on it collapsed. It finally occurred to me that my father was still in there.
"Dad ..."
Later, I met my father. ...
Only at that time, he had become a charred skeleton.
A body as black as ink.
At that time, the police equipment was backward, and I couldn't find the reason. At that time, it ended hastily and gave my father a death certificate. My father died that day.
Of course, my father's death was not the beginning of my bumpy life, it started with a phone call.
That phone call was from my father.
You heard me right. It was my dead father.
On the New Year's Eve when I was 20 years old, when my mother and I were planning a New Year's Eve dinner, it was supposed to be a happy day.
Actually, I didn't feel anything wrong that day. As usual, the only difference is that the quiet puppy at home barked uncharacteristically that day.
The puppy has been barking since three or four in the morning. At first I thought someone was visiting, and then I went straight out, but I found no one outside.
The time to receive the call should be around twelve o'clock.
My mother has gone to bed. I finished my housework and took a bath. I sat by the bed, thinking about sleeping.
"Bang, bang, bang ..." The wall clock in the living room struck twelve.
"Rinrin Bell ..." When the last bell rang, the telephone rang.
"Scare me! Why is the phone ringing so loudly? Almost gave a tourist trap. "
I walked out of the door grumpily and picked up the receiver.
"hello?" I answered the phone in a daze.
"Little ... a little early? "A deep but familiar voice came from the other end of the microphone.
This familiar voice sounds familiar, but somehow I just can't remember which one it is …
"What can I do for you to call in the middle of the night? Who are you? "
"Son, I'm your father ... I'm Liu Tang."
When I first heard this, I thought it was a prank and cursed "Fuck you, my dad has been dead for many years ..."
"Chu, have you forgotten your favorite rattle?"
As soon as this sentence came out, my whole head seemed to explode. Hum, I quickly threw my mobile phone out, and then my whole body retreated to the sofa.
I do have a rattle, which my father bought for me when I was a child. Every time I am naughty, I will shout, "Chua, have you forgotten your favorite rattle?"
I still remember this sentence, so now my head is about to explode.
I muttered to myself-
Ghosts!
It wasn't long before I woke up.
Looking at the phone that kept ringing, my brain gradually returned to normal and slowly approached the phone.
I shouted coldly, "Hello, who are you?"
"I am your father Liu Tang." The voice trembled and said.
"You don't talk big with me, my dad is dead, who are you? Why do you pretend to be my father? " I asked each other a series of questions in succession, which made him speechless.
"I really am your father. I'm not dead. It wasn't me who died that year. I dare not tell you about it. If you don't believe me, you can ask your mother. " At that time, the voice said flatly.
My heart was full of doubts, and then I simply said, "Well, I'll go find my mother now."
Then I really went back to my room and woke up my mother. My mother was awakened by me at that time. She was confused and didn't know what I was going to do. She just asked, "What's the matter?"
So I quickly told her the phone call I received and stated the contents of the phone call one by one. At this time, my mother turned white, and then sighed instantly. "Hey, this will come! Take me out, I have something to say to you! "
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Although I am young and confused at this time, I have vaguely felt that my mother does have something to hide from me.
At the moment, I saw my mother slowly sit up from the bed, then stood up and took me to the living room of the house to make a phone call. The phone is still ringing.
I sat down helplessly and waited for her explanation. At this time, her tone was unusually gentle. "Son, do you remember what your father does?"
"My dad?" At this time, I kept thinking about my father. It seemed to me that he was in business, so I said, "Isn't my dad in business?" Mom, you said that dad is in the antique business ... "
"Do you remember those ceramics when you were a child?" Mother looked at it at this time. She seems to want to remind me of it. I nodded. Of course I remember. After all, what a memorable event it was.
"Of course I remember, I still remember the scene my father taught me."
"Well, since you have studied for several years and learned a lot, I will tell you that your father is a businessman on the surface, but in fact he is a grave robber." Mother then said flatly.
At this moment, my whole heart jumped. "Is it him ... is he robbing a tomb?"
Mother nodded at this time. "Yes, I didn't know about it until later."
"So, mom, you mean that all the pottery and porcelain it brought came from the ancient tomb?" I asked.
"Yes, those things are extremely harmful to gavel, so your father doesn't want you to touch those things. Now you finally understand! " Mom explained at this time, I nodded to show my understanding, and then immediately said, "Is it fake that Dad was killed by fire?"
I looked at my mother at this moment, and her whole body was trembling slightly. "Not bad."
"But when the body? I clearly saw the body! "
My voice is a little shaky, too. At this moment, my mother stared at me and waved her hand and said, "That's not your father, just a friend of your father."
"A friend of my dad's?"
"Yes, if you want to know the real reason, you can answer the phone and let your father tell you." My mother pointed, and I walked out of the hall and slowly came to the phone. My hand is on the phone again. "Dad."
At this time, the word was finally shouted, and the other end of the phone seemed very excited. "Son, you finally know the truth?"
I said, "Well, Dad, what happened in those days?"
"Did your mother tell you my identity?" Father asked on the other end of the phone.
I "well" again, "I know, I already know. You are a grave robber. "
"Do you blame me?" His voice was full of regret, and I tried my best to suppress my emotions. "Of course, why did you abandon our mother and son? You ... "
"Don't blame your dad, your dad has a reason." At this time, my mother pressed my shoulder.
"The reason ... what is the reason? What can make you abandon our mother and son? Still pretending to be dead? "
My voice was a little excited, and now my father said weakly, "I'm trying to escape from an organization."
At this moment, my head is buzzing. "Escape from an organization. What organization are you running from? "
"I don't know the name of this organization? All I know is that my deal caught their attention, and then they sent someone to kill me. As a last resort, I can only escape in this way. "
"But it was your friend who died that year. What's the matter? " At this time, I am full of doubts. The father explained, "Son, in fact, our family used to be descendants of Liu who robbed the tomb, but later generations changed their surnames to save trouble."
"Liu?"
"Yes, during the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Cao had troops to dig the tombs of former princes and nobles and even the tombs of the Han Dynasty. People call this official army a tomb raiding army, and one of them is named Liu. Because of his first-class methods of tomb raiding, it is a school of its own. "
"So, all along, we are descendants of grave robbers?" I sighed, and then I remembered those people who asked my father to find Feng Shui. I think it's a little funny. The grave digger asked the grave robbers to choose Feng Shui.
"Yes, your father and I have no choice but to go back to this business, but I don't want you to go the old way of our family, so I didn't teach you anything." My father sighed, and now there is some sadness in his voice. "Although I said that, I'm sorry for my ancestors, but … I really hope you can do something, but now, alas … nature is playing tricks on people."
"Nature makes people?" I seem to think something has happened. At this time, the father quickly said, "Son, get your mother out as soon as possible these days. Those organizations have found you. "
"Did they notice the secret of your suspended animation?" I asked quickly.
"Ah ..." At this moment, the phone came to an abrupt end. Suddenly, it seems that someone is coming towards him. In those silent phone calls, I seem to hear a burst of depressed footsteps. I guess he should have called from a telephone booth, but at this time he was in trouble.
And this trouble is probably related to which organization.
"Dad ... Dad ..."
There is no sound on the other end of the phone.
At this time, my mother noticed the change in the look on my face. She quickly asked, "What's the matter? What's wrong? "
I said, "The phone stopped."
Mother's face tightened and her brow wrinkled. "No, something should have happened to your father."
"What shall we do?" I looked at my mother, eager to ask her opinion. Then my mother said, "Did your father just say something to you?"
"He said that we should leave here as soon as possible in a day or two." I quickly said.
Mother is trembling slightly all over at the moment. "Sure enough, what should come will always come."
"Mom, what do you know?" I looked at my mother's face and her eyes were blank. Her mouth twitched and she said, "We should move, but where can we go?"
I sighed. "Maybe I can move to a relative's house."
Mother waved at this time. "What's the difference between that and being at home?"
I heard my mother say this, and what she said is really reasonable. In relatives' homes, since those organizations can find out, we can certainly find out about relatives. Wouldn't it be easy to be trapped if we hid in a relative's house?
"What shall we do?" I was stunned, and my mother said, "Go to your father's friend's house."
"Which friend?" I was so shocked that I couldn't remember any other friends at the moment. At this time, my mother said faintly, "The man who died for your father that year."
My heart thumped, and I remembered the black body again, and at that time my whole heart tightened.
"Where is his home?" I asked quickly.
"County." Mother said flatly at this time.
"County magistrate, are we going to move to the county seat?" I looked at my mother and she nodded.
When our family moved to town, it was a week later.
I moved to another friend's house of my father. His friend's surname is He, and his name is He. Like my father, he is an antique dealer. When we came to his house, he seemed to have understood our situation. So he took special care of me and my mother, saying that being here is like being at home. You're welcome.
Thanks to the care of this uncle, my mother and I lived in this uncle's house. I thought all this would be different, because we moved here and we could avoid those disasters. However, what we didn't expect was just the beginning. ...
At that time, my mother and I lived in this uncle's house and were taken care of by this uncle. My mother and I felt very embarrassed. We were always embarrassed to live for free, so we discussed with my uncle and asked if you could help my uncle and work in his hand.
At first, my uncle heard that he wanted me to work, but he refused to agree. What he said is that since he is my friend's child, he should take care of him when he comes. Where can he stand it? But my mother also made it clear to him-how to live in his house is not the way, and it is free to live here. ...
Anyway, my mother told him a lot at that time, and this uncle had no choice but to let me into his antique shop and become an employee of that antique shop. Strange to say, maybe I was deeply interested in those antiques with my father when I was a child, so when I went to school there, I soon learned more about antiques than many others. Half a year later, my uncle opened an antique shop again, and then he gave me the care of the old antique shop. From then on, I became the small shopkeeper of that antique shop.
That rectified, has been calm, I also gradually forgot my father and the organization, until that day. ...
It was noon that day. At that time, Xiao Er and I were at the head of my shop. By that time, I should have had lunch. At that time, I was just drinking a pot of tea, and I didn't finish half of it. Suddenly, I saw Xiao Er running in tightly from the outside.
"shopkeeper." The second boy is He Dabao. He is fat and stupid, but he is honest. Due to the accumulation of business in the past six months, I unconsciously learned the virtue of being stingy. I have always given less than more to He Dabao's salary. But he still works honestly and has no grievances, which I quite like about him.
At this time, when I saw him coming in tightly, I knew there was something outside, because I told him that if there was nothing special, I wouldn't have to deal with it, but now it should be something outside that made him so nervous.
"What's the matter? Can I help you? In such a hurry? " I looked at him puzzled. At this moment, he was about to speak, but he was out of breath. He just wanted to talk, but he couldn't speak for a moment. Seeing that he couldn't speak and didn't force him, I said to him, "Well, you can catch your breath first!"
Then He Dabao nodded, then slowly stood up straight, and then he was really panting. After standing for a long time, he found himself in good spirits. At this moment, he said slowly, "Boss, someone is looking for you outside ..."
"Someone is looking for me?" I was stunned. People who come to our antique shop to find me are familiar with me, and He Dabao must be familiar with me. If they wanted to see me, He Dabao wouldn't have come in so tightly now. He Dabao came in so tightly now, which probably means that people who want to see me outside must not know He Dabao.
But who could it be?
I was wondering and said to He Dabao, "OK, now I'll go out with you to see who it is?" While speaking, I deliberately glanced at He Dabao and Dabao. Then I nodded, then he led the way, and the two of us went out directly. Then I saw a group of people outside. There was a man in front with a knife in his hand. Looking at it, he looks a bit fierce.
"Are you in the early Tang Dynasty?" At this moment, a woman's voice came from behind those people. I paused at this moment and looked at the group of people. Suddenly, I saw the row of people, spread out to both sides, and a woman soon appeared in the middle.
This woman is wearing a black leather coat, a gold belt and a gold watch. This woman has long hair. I saw a heart-shaped earring on her ear, and then I noticed her face. ...
That is a beautiful face of Zhang Xiuqing. Although I only looked at me, I was attracted by her face. The face is oval, with pink cheeks and beautiful eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and a pair of eyes like a fox, which is breathtaking.
"You ... who are you?" I looked a little nervous at this time and asked.
"Never mind who I am?" The woman smiled coldly at this moment, and immediately saw her take something out of her pocket and throw it in front of me. "This is an invitation."
I froze when I heard the three words of the invitation letter, and then looked at him straight. I was looking at that one, the invitation letter.
"This ..."
"See for yourself the specific content."
"I'm sorry, can I not pick up this thing? After all, I don't know you ... "At this moment, I was about to continue, but the woman couldn't help but take it to heart. "You can not accept this invitation, but if you want to see your father again, you'd better accept my invitation."
While speaking, she looked at me deliberately, and my head felt it at this time. "My father? Don't ... "
It suddenly occurred to me, "You're not the organization that came after my father, are you?"
The woman sneered.
Nine-domain literature with the theme of tomb totem