Chapter 13 Eighty-third Night Seed

"If you plant melons, you will reap melons, and if you sow beans, you will reap beans." This old saying has been passed down for many years. Does it seem that everything has a cause and an effect?Perhaps it should be said what kind of seeds, what kind of sprouts. If it weren't for the decadent man standing in front of me, I'm afraid I wouldn't know this story.Even from a long distance, I could smell the smell of wine mixed with the sour smell that hadn't been cleaned for many days.He casually put a crumpled suit on the discolored "white shirt", the leather shoes have completely lost their luster, only the pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the high bridge of the nose and the pair of drooping but still The sharp eyes seem to remind me that this man still lived a very superior and superior life before.

"I came from an enviable family." He licked his chapped lips vigorously, and I poured him a glass of water. After drinking, he began to talk about the story about the seeds. "Although we are a famous family, there are pains that outsiders cannot understand. No matter how beautiful and prominent our family is, it is always a single pass. Every generation has only one son. Every time the elders in the family always raise this child with trepidation. Even though they could have three wives and four concubines before, there is always only one who can inherit the incense. Or it's a girl.

The prosperity of the population is related to the rise and fall of the family. This is the unchanging law of Chinese society where families form individuals for thousands of years. Although our family tried everything possible to find a way, it seemed to be in vain. Later, we thought about it and let it go. My father was a wealthy Confucian businessman. He was a university professor before he entered the sea. His business was smooth sailing and he gained an excellent reputation. I grew up surrounded by money and ink, but under his guidance, I I didn't become a nerd or a vitriolic mercenary businessman. I seemed to be steadily following the path designed for me by my family and became a successful person admired by outsiders.

But sometimes the road forks. I am married to a woman whom I love very much, but have not given birth for six years.The family that looks harmonious on the surface is always covered by a shadow. In my opinion, not having children is somewhat painful, but it does not affect my life, while my parents are full of gray hair, and this age does not need to be discussed before. Concubine, our family can't afford to give birth to a child. My wife often tears in her sleep. I understand her pain, which makes me even more troubled. She and I have gone to the hospital for an examination, but both of us are fine. My wife once asked for divorce, but I severely rejected it. , if I abandon her for this matter, then I am really not a human being.

My mother, who is also my father's college classmate, gave birth to me when she was forty years old. She also took great risks at that time. After that, her health deteriorated and her legs often hurt, but no matter what the weather , she gets up very early every morning. Finally, one time, when I was a child, I quietly got up and followed her to see what she was doing. I saw her walking into the living room in a cold morning wearing a single shirt, taking out a long wooden product from nowhere in her hand. It seems that it is a spiritual position. Mother put the tablet on the window facing the living room, and actually knelt down.

I was just about to go over to help her, but my curiosity actually made me hide and watch her. Mother actually cried, the voice was very sad.I lost my attention for a while, and cried for a while, and my mother stood up, put away the tablet and went back to her bedroom. For decades, my mother has been like this every day. I always want to know whose tablet belongs to it, maybe it is a good friend of my mother?My father said that my mother made a lot of friends when she was young, and she looked like a heroine in a female school, and she was very affectionate. If you think this way, it makes sense to just pay tribute to an old friend.

The days passed in a suffocating environment at home, and I tried my best to resolve the conflict between my parents and my wife, but the gap between the three of us grew wider and wider, until one time, my father actually went out for a long time, and when I asked my mother, she just said that she went to her hometown Ask for me the secret recipe for having a baby. When my father came back, he was very happy, as if he was a few years younger, but the attitude of the old couple towards his wife suddenly changed, which made us both feel quite uncomfortable. I thought that the ice that had lasted for several years might really be broken , and then it turns out I was wrong.

My father didn’t come alone, he didn’t bring any secret recipes. When I was a child, I brought a pregnant woman who was about to give birth. My father said that she was a friend in the country. Because the family had passed the birth, I dare not give birth in the village, so my father brought her here by the way. Letting her give birth to a baby in the city can be regarded as doing something good for the people in the village, and a pregnant woman in a family who thinks that there will be no children in the countryside can also make a good fortune. Naturally, I have no doubts, because my father often helps the people in my hometown, what? Job transfer, sponsoring poor students and the like.

Of course, I think this time is no exception, but this woman with a black and red healthy face stared at me, as if looking at a monster, and then looked at his wife.She suddenly stroked her belly that was rolling like a watermelon and laughed, but that smile was uglier than crying. I went over to help her pick up the luggage, but the woman suddenly lowered her head and whispered to me while touching her belly. "Baby, remember him." I thought I heard it wrong, but she repeated it again, and I couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, but seeing my father warmly entertaining this woman, it seemed that his attitude towards people from his hometown was a bit different, but the father has always been the master of the family , as long as my father doesn't want to say, I never ask.

Two weeks later, the woman gave birth to a cute little boy, but he had six fingers on his right hand, and the father said it was fine.My wife and I went to the hospital to see her, but she didn't seem to be happy as a mother at all, but instead had a very painful expression. The woman touched the baby's tender face and whispered to my wife and me. "Baby, remember them." I started to hate this woman, yes, I was really disgusted at that time, and even doubted that this woman would not give the child to our family to take care of. My father has always been a good person and never refused their requests.

But I thought about it, and within a few days, the woman and the child disappeared, as if they had never been here, and my father suddenly advised my wife and I to relax and travel. I was depressed at home, and I thought so too. Before leaving, my father said goodbye to me excitedly. My wife and I went to places that we had always wanted to go. This long-term trip was like going back to our honeymoon again. When I returned home after the trip, I found that a year had passed.Sure enough, time flies by playing. But I didn't expect a miracle to happen. After coming back for a while, my wife had a strong pregnancy reaction, and I went to the hospital to see that she was pregnant.Perhaps the pregnant woman really brought good luck to the family. After the examination, the doctor said it was twins. When I happily told my father the good news, he stood up suddenly while reading the newspaper on the sofa. twin?My father asked me in a trembling voice.I thought he was very strange, but I didn't think much about it. I thought he was happy and a little out of control. My father lowered his head and muttered non-stop. I vaguely heard him talking about how such a thing happened.Soon, he realized his gaffe, immediately put on a smile, said good things and good things, and then walked to the bedroom in a daze, sighing as he walked.Since I was also immersed in the happiness of being a father soon, I didn't pay much attention to the changes in my father. The wife's belly gradually swelled over time, and she was about to give birth soon. The doctor told us that my wife will give birth in a few days. My father was worried about my health, so he told me to go back to sleep. I had already asked for leave from the unit. I was really tired after taking care of my wife in the hospital for a long time, so I was alone that night. Go home and rest, while my parents are in the hospital, let me know any news. I was suddenly the only one in a family of four. Of course, I was a little uncomfortable. I was not a timid person, but I was thinking about my wife that day, so I always felt a little uneasy. Lying on the bed, I couldn't fall asleep no matter what, and I don't know why the shadow of seeing my mother worshiping this or that tablet when I was a child always appeared in my mind. Once curiosity surges, it is like a flood that bursts a bank. I began to rummage around at home, and finally found the spirit card wrapped in thick oiled paper in the wooden compartment under my mother's bed. When I took it apart and looked at it, I was puzzled for a while. What is written on the tablet is actually my name.When I was wondering about this tablet, there was a burst of children's laughter like silver bells outside the empty living room. I rewrapped the tablet and put it away, and walked into the living room. Laughter still filled the cold and dark living room like fog from afar - when I came out, I found that the house was out of power, and this kind of thing rarely happens in my house. Following that laughter, I walked out of the house. It was colder outside than in the living room, and the north wind was blowing, but I could still hear the child's laughter clearly. When I walked to the corner of the courtyard outside the house, the laughter began to be weak, and gradually turned into a crying sound. I was so disturbed by the sound, so I wanted to just ignore it. Since I can’t sleep, I might as well go to the hospital to accompany me wife. I was about to turn around, but I felt something slowly bulging under my feet, as if something was wriggling in the soil. I moved my feet, squatted down slowly, and began to slowly dig the soil under my feet with my hands. There is a piece of lawn planted in this courtyard, which has always been taken care of by my father. The grass grows very lush and beautiful, and others are envious of it. I often ask my father for advice, but my father always keeps silent. But I found that the soil under my feet is very The fluffy ones seem to have just been refurbished. My fingers touched something soft and greasy, like fat that had been left for a long time, or tofu, and I hurriedly turned on my phone to take a picture of it. Accompanied by the dim light of the mobile phone, what I saw was a pale hand, to be precise, a small hand, a baby's small hand. That hand has six fingers. I didn't have the courage to dig down anymore, but when I tried to support my body and leave, I found that the child's hand was tightly clenched. The soil next to it began to show greater movements, shaking non-stop.The light of the mobile phone also dimmed, no matter how I pressed it, it would no longer display. In the dark, I smelled a stench. It was the smell of rotting flesh mixed with the soil. The smell was very familiar. When I was a child, when I helped my father renovate the land, I would often find leftovers hidden in the soil by animals. The corpse that came down. Something slowly climbed up my ankles, and my body seemed to be tied by a rope. The unknown guy actually crawled all the way to my ear, and said something carefully, that sentence Although it was faint, I was drowned in the howling cold wind, but I still heard it. 'I know you. 'It's like the words spoken by a babbling child, but they are not cute at all, and there is no vitality mixed in the words. The note suddenly rang, I answered the phone in a hurry, everything around me disappeared again, only the soil under my feet was still soft. On the phone, my father told me anxiously that my wife had already activated it. I responded indiscriminately and hurried to the hospital. After waiting anxiously for several hours, the day was already bright, and a doctor with a tired look walked out of the operating room. 'Mother and child are safe. ' He smiled reluctantly.Then rubbed his eyes, stretched his waist and walked towards the locker room. But when I took the child out, I found that there was only one. Aren't they twins?I grabbed the doctor just now and asked. He told me strangely that only one child was born, and that this kind of thing happened. Many mothers occasionally made mistakes in the examinations. It is possible for twins to become one or one to twins. of. Since the doctor said so, it's not good for me to drag others, I just looked at the child. But I suddenly discovered that the child's right hand actually has six fingers. My father came over to comfort me, saying that it was nothing serious and would not affect anything.And I handed the child to the father, and went in to see my wife, she was very weak, but she was very happy, but I couldn't laugh because I felt that it was definitely not my child. The child's six fingers were amputated very quickly, and the wound healed quickly, and life returned to normal and happy. Of course, except for me, the three of them liked the child very much, and the child was indeed very cute. I had to squeeze I smiled and pretended to be happy to take care of the child, but what happened that night was like a brand that I can't forget. Under the care of two generations, this child grew up very fast. He inherited the family traits. He is beautiful and smart, but he is still somewhat weird. He never refuses to call me Dad, which makes me hate him even more. Parents and wife He often comforts me, but I become even more indifferent to that child. He is smart and knows that he has always been clinging to those three people. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and I asked my wife to take the children out for a walk, while I called my parents into the living room. How is the pregnant woman who came from the village the year before last now?I asked my father directly. When he heard this, his body trembled as if he had received an electric shock. When I saw his old face and white hair, I suddenly felt a little unbearable. Maybe I was touching the most vulnerable part of the old man’s heart, but once Thinking of that weird child, I hardened my heart again. You must know?My father didn't look up at me, so I hummed. I won't tell you, or rather, I will only tell you on the day I die, so even if you blame me, I won't know.My father said something quietly, and then pulled my mother, who also looked silent, out of the bedroom, leaving me standing alone. My parents' attitude made me even more suspicious, but I still pretended to give up on the investigation, and my father seemed to think that I really didn't want to investigate too much.But soon, I came to my hometown under the pretext of a business trip. Although it was said to be my hometown, I had never been there at all. I just learned about such a village from my father. When I arrived, I realized that it was indeed an ordinary place, as ordinary as thousands of villages in China, and the people there were just as hardworking and simple. I suddenly thought, if that woman is not from here at all, I didn't run away in vain. But luckily, my father had indeed been here, and he was still staying at the home of a distant local relative. This honest villager told me that he did know the whereabouts of the pregnant woman and led me to find her. This woman seems to know that I will come to her, and entertained me peacefully. Her home is much more luxurious than ordinary people, it is close to the standard of the city, and the three major items are also complete. When I told her my doubts and wanted to see the child from back then, the woman sneered. You shouldn't ask me, you should ask your father about the whereabouts of the child. I was only responsible for selling the child to him, and I don't know anything else. He told me that you and your wife have no children, so you have to adopt one. Our family is poor. Nothing, the only thing is that there are many children, one baby a year, giving away, selling, my man and I can't afford it, and of course I'm happy to have a rich man like your father pay a high price.She spoke like a cannonball. But I didn't see the child, I said hastily, the woman suddenly sneered again. Hehe, I didn't expect him to look kind and kind-hearted to do this kind of thing. It seems that I guessed right. A child is not worth so much money. Poor my baby, he actually became a seed.There was a flash of ridicule and sadness on her face, but it was only for a moment, and soon she returned to that indifferent face. I looked at her incomprehensibly, and seeing that I really didn't understand, she continued. Families that can’t give birth to a baby are short of seeds, what to plant, what to get, your father bought my baby to make seeds, so that you and your mother-in-law can give birth.After finishing speaking, she stood up, turned around and ignored me. I wanted to ask something, but she refused. When I was leaving, I heard crying in the room, which was heart-piercing. On the way home, I thought of the saying about burying little ghosts - casinos in Southeast Asia often buy babies who have just given birth, and then let some good monks imprison their dead souls and suppress them in the casino for the sake of the casino. To attract wealth and treasure, families without children will also secretly bury the children's corpses in the corner outside the house, acting as a gatekeeper for the family to attract wealth.Could it be that my father really did that?I didn't dare to think about it anymore, so I could only go home quickly. As soon as I closed my eyes on the train, I could see a pile of new soil under the lawn in the corner outside the house, like a grave. No wonder the grass grew more lush when I came back.I suddenly remembered that someone said that dead people are the best fertilizer. If the flowers and plants grow well on a piece of land, there must be people buried under it. It was already afternoon when I got home, and it was another lazy autumn afternoon. When I got home, I saw the child standing alone in the courtyard playing. Is he really my son?Or is it still the fruit of that seed?My mind is in a mess. I suddenly had an urge to hug him in the past.The sun shone on the child's smooth, satin-like face, which looked red and beautiful, and he waved his hands that looked like lotus root joints, as if he was dancing. When I walked over slowly, I saw that the high and stretched hands looked a little strange in the sun. I clearly saw that the six fingers that had been cut off were growing back on the wound, as if laughing at my stupidity. The child turned his back to me, and his dark shadow against the sun was superimposed on the mound, and the mound began to stir again.The place where I stood was only ten meters away from the child, but it seemed like a world away. The small hands protruding from the mound grabbed the child's ankles, but the child didn't seem to feel anything. Those hands also had six fingers, but they were already rotten and close to bones. I can't take it anymore, that's my son, I don't allow anything to take him away, I throw down my clothes and luggage, rush to pick him up, and kiss his little face. 'I know you. 'The child in his arms said suddenly, the words were exactly the same as what he heard that night, he broke free from my hand restlessly, and looked at me coldly. 'I know you, and I ate your baby. ' He laughed, a very familiar smile. Like that village woman.The child passed out after laughing. I hugged him and looked at the hand. It became normal five fingers again. Parents and wife were terrified, but fortunately the child woke up again soon, but still avoided me. This is not the life I want, and I can't be human anymore, so I took out the tools to renovate the lawn and ran outside.My father seemed to know what I was going to do, and rushed towards me fiercely. No, he was tearfully pulling my arm. Once upon a time, these hands were so strong and powerful, but now they are so weak that I can barely feel his strength. 'dad.I must fix this. After finishing speaking, I took off my coat and strode outside to dig up the mounds. My father collapsed on the floor, and my mother screamed and ran to stop me. 'You will regret this!Will! 'My mother cursed me like a lunatic, her disheveled hair looked terrible, I glanced at my wife, she was holding the child in tears, she never stopped me from anything, in her eyes, I was always right , will never make mistakes, just like the father in the mother's mind. Only the child bit his finger and looked at me with ridicule and curiosity. With the turning of the tool, the lawn was turned up in pieces. Sure enough, I found the baby who was buried deeply. Although the limbs began to rot, the face was still clearly visible. I carefully took out the body of the child. It's over, it's over.I held the child's head and muttered to myself. When I slowly pulled the corpse out of the soil, I suddenly found that it seemed to be pulled by something. Looking down, it turned out that there was actually a hand on the baby's ankle, and a palm with only bones was firmly grasping the ankle of the corpse. . There are actually two corpses?I looked back at my mother, who looked at me blankly. Then brush off the dirt on the face, and the corruption is even more serious.Below that was a slightly smaller body, which seemed to have been buried for a long time. I said that the two corpses were taken out, covered with a white cloth and placed on the grass. The sun cooled down, and the little one in my wife kept staring at the corpses. Back in the house, my wife and I sat on one side, and my parents sat across from each other. Under the light, they seemed to have aged decades. 'Who is the second body? ' I asked them. 'Your twin brother. 'The mother whispered, I was suddenly shocked, when did I have a brother? "Our family has always had only one offspring who can pass on the incense, and no matter what, our family has twins, and one of them must be buried alive in the backyard of the family as a town house and to protect the family's rise and fall. Two males exist at the same time, and if they are buried, they cannot be opened again, otherwise the family will lose. How do you think these wealth and status come from?That's your brother, my brother, your grandfather's brother's life in exchange, or in other words, this province is just a deal. ' Father suddenly sighed with relief. 'You have no offspring. I was very anxious, so I bought a child from that woman. I think you must know it. Similarly, I buried the child alive. What a crime, what a good child, I just I hope that being a seed can make our family flourish, and maybe change this damn fate, but I didn't expect that they were twins, but they were born as one. I really don't know whether to cry or laugh. Every surviving male will continue to use the name of the dead brother, which means that he has died once, will not be bound by fate in the world, and of course can do everything smoothly. 'Father lowered his head. It's hard for me to believe that a father who has always been praised by outsiders as a kind and caring father would actually kill a baby in his infancy. And it's all for me. I finally understood why my mother wanted to worship that tablet, and why the name on that tablet was the same as my name. Who am I, just a person who lives on the name of my dead brother? 'If the family is defeated, the family must be defeated, that's all, this may be too tiring in itself. 'Father stood up suddenly, swayed his body and walked out. Mother didn't say a word, just turned and went back to the bedroom, holding the tablet when she came out. That night, we burned the two corpses and the memorial tablets. My son became very painful in the firelight, and he had a serious illness. After recovering from the illness, my father’s business began to plummet, and I lost my job. Last month, the two passed away, less than a week apart, and the remaining property was also used to arrange funeral affairs for them. Now I can only rely on my wife's meager income to support the family. Of course, I am still looking for a job. "The man suddenly became happy. It's hard for me to imagine a person falling from a height to a valley, and laughing after experiencing these things. "But I'm very happy, because my son finally calls me dad. With him, I have the motivation to do anything, and I will keep working hard." After speaking, he took out his own information. Forgot to mention, he came to the newspaper office to recruit.I took it over and told him he had better pack it up and see the president again in the afternoon.He walked out excitedly and gave me a warm hug before leaving.Looking at his back, I feel that for him, what he has gained is far more than what he has lost.