Chapter 2 Chapter 1 Origin

It is very difficult to write this story calmly. I have deliberately suppressed my emotions at this time, so I wrote the first sentence. After many things happen, you are not willing to write them down, because you know that although the process of these things is worth letting others know, but the process of recording them makes you have to go through those pains, anxiety, doubts, Sometimes you even go back to the situation at the time.That was not a pleasant experience. At this time, you will think of fate, because for me, if I was born in an ordinary family, then even if I longed to experience these things in my heart, I would not have this opportunity, but I was born in a very special family.This special origin lies in my grandfather, in his special profession, if that is a profession.

In modern terms, my grandfather was a grave robber. In the 1940s and 1950s, in the Changsha area, my grandfather was a very famous tomb robber, also known as Tufuzi by the locals.The reason why our family is very familiar with this experience is because after the founding of New China, my grandfather was a key wanted object of the Ministry of Public Security for a while, and it seems that the wanted was withdrawn in the 1960s. Those things about my grandpa back then were very quiet, and our family didn’t know many details. Most of what I know came from the accidental talk of my parents’ generation, or eavesdropping on the conversations between my grandpa and several uncles.Except for some things in the family, he almost never mentioned some of my grandpa's tomb robbery.

At that time, I knew that my grandfather must have hidden many secrets in his heart.Because it has been a long time since the excavation of ancient tombs, no matter how big or obscure a secret is, after half a century, it will definitely become a joke, this is the law of time. However, until his death, my grandfather still kept secret about these things and was unwilling to mention them. This is very abnormal.We say that the lifting of the secret is like the dilution of dye, and as time goes by, it will always be revealed to the world part by part.No matter how big my grandpa's obsession is, "Things from that year will be diluted out of his heart little by little. However, there is nothing at all.

In the process of his tomb robbery, something very special must have happened. The importance of this event will not even be diluted by time. What makes me more sure of my judgment is that my grandfather has a very strange will, My grandfather died very normally, just like any old man who knew he was about to die. When he died, he had no energy to fear, and all his energy was used to explain the funeral. His first sentence is still fresh in my memory. He said: "I never thought I could really die." Others didn't pay attention to this sentence, they just thought that the old man was old, he was a little confused before he died, and his words were messed up.

My father sighed, he knew it was useless to say anything, he just said: "We are all here, the eldest, the second and the third are here, and the grandson is also here." "I want to explain." My grandfather said, judging from this sentence, in fact, my grandfather's thinking is very clear, "The things I left behind are not many, but some of them should be of some value. I am worried about other people's children, but I am most worried about the three of you." My father nodded, and my grandfather continued: "After I die, I must be cremated within two hours."

This request is a bit strange, but at this time, I can't disobey the old man, so my father had no choice but to nod again. "When cremating, you must ensure that no one is within 30 meters of the cremation furnace, and you are not allowed to look inside the furnace." My grandfather continued. This condition was also agreed, but after my grandfather finished speaking, the family members were very puzzled.We waited quietly, waiting for him to explain.Or go on and on. However, after the old man finished speaking, he didn't speak, and his eyes didn't close, he just looked at us.

Grandpa passed away that night. My father was a filial son, and he did everything according to my grandfather's request.I was very anxious when I went to the funeral home, and I spent a lot of money to join the queue.Because it is happy and mourning, so there is no too sad emotion.It's just that during the cremation, we were all blocked outside by our father and brothers, and we were not allowed in until the ashes came out. Therefore, although everyone felt strange, in the end, no one knew the reason why Grandpa made those requests. Because of my personality, I didn't take any action to get to the bottom of this matter, and I gradually forgot about it.Thinking about it now, in fact, all kinds of traces of what was about to happen had already appeared everywhere at that time.If you are not in the bureau, you really don't know anything; once you are in the bureau, you will find clues everywhere.

After my grandfather passed away, my father got some property, all of which were relatively clean.My father has been engaged in geological work all his life, and he doesn't know anything about antiques. He has been neglected all the time. Later, he saw that I had nothing to do after graduating from university, so he simply left them to me to take care of them. The disrepair of the shop has something to do with my father's personality. I was young and energetic. After taking over the shop, I decided to reform it and make it bigger and stronger.I found my Fa Xiaoer, and the two of them started to make development plans and collected good things everywhere. As a result, they drilled four times in a row and put in all the working capital of the shop and my Fa Xiaoer's savings.I took the risk and went to dig the ancient tomb with my old cousin, and ended up going in.I also dare not tell my parents that the shop is out of money. Fortunately, half of the shop is owned by me, and I only need to pay the rent and utility bills for the other half.At first, I wanted to withdraw the other half of the store (finally I did), but after thinking about it, it was such a store when my grandfather was there. Although my father couldn’t do it, at least the store didn’t shrink. Now it’s in my hands, cut half of it , I will definitely be scolded by my father.

So I had no choice but to bear it hard, and it was extremely hard.It is too common to get rich and poor overnight in the antique industry, but there must be liquidity, otherwise it is better to sell tea eggs in this industry.Also relying on my grandfather's reputation at that time, there are more or less a few people who come here every month.I fooled around in the name of my grandfather, and there was always something to gain.Later, I waited for that guy named Jin Wantang. It was also because of my grandfather that Jin Wantang came to my shop with a copy of the Silk Book of the Warring States Period.Hope to find my grandfather identification.My initial understanding of my grandfather's deeds was that he robbed the tomb of bloody corpses decades ago, and finally my grandfather took out a bloody Warring States Silk Book, and my grandfather's grandfather, father, and brother all died in that incident.I still have a bit of taboo on this thing, but the bleak management made me have evil thoughts about his Warring States Silk Book. I stole it and planned to sell it as a fake, but unexpectedly discovered that this Warring States Silk Book was actually It is a map of an ancient tomb.

I don't know if it's because of the inheritance of tomb robbers, or because of poverty and madness, I participated in that activity of robbing ancient tombs.During that tomb robbery, I met Zhang Qiling for the first time. The subsequent stories were intricate and complicated, and each of them could write almost a million words. Zhang Qiling and I also became friends (whether they are real friends or not, thinking about it now, I am also a bit bleak).Slowly, I discovered that Zhang Qiling, like my grandfather, seemed to be carrying a secret that must never be revealed.Moreover, I found that what Zhang Qiling was carrying seemed to be inextricably linked with what my grandfather was carrying.

I had no choice but to start investigating him, and soon I discovered to my horror that this Zhang Qiling had been in contact with our family since my grandfather's generation, and in some activities of my grandfather and my third uncle, this person always acted like a stranger appeared. He has intersected with three generations of our family, and the most frightening thing is that my grandpa has been dead for many years, but he lives at the same age as me. Although I believe that he has no malice towards me, but enough, who is this person?What is his purpose?Did our Wu family break into his mystery, or did he surround our Wu family all the time?No one knows. Like my grandpa, he both carries a secret. Are they the same secret? I don't even know. But why my grandfather left that strange last words, I slowly found the answer among these things.All kinds of unimaginable things that my grandfather's generation did, and those terrible conspiracies they fell into, gradually surfaced. That story is over. At the end of the story, Zhang Qiling disappeared with all his secrets.I thought I knew everything, but I found out that everything about him is still a mystery. I don't know, if it's after I have a child, will this person still appear in my child's life, or that young face.But what I am sure of is that no matter what secrets this person is carrying, whether it is related to my family or not, I hope to end all of this before my life is over. I hope to see him again and learn his secrets.