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Chapter 3 Babao Mountain

An old colleague of my grandfather passed away some time ago.

The old man spent his later years in the South and left there. But as he returned to his roots, his ashes were moved back to BJ in late autumn and a farewell party was held. The family did not want his grandfather to attend, for fear that the irritation would affect his health.

But grandpa insisted.

"That was my dead comrade. Now that he has returned to BJ, I have to give him a ride no matter what."

So I drove him and grandma to Babaoshan to attend the funeral.

The deceased should have been a person when he was alive. The farewell party was very grand, and there was an endless stream of guests in the largest farewell hall in Babaoshan to express their condolences.

To be buried in Babaoshan, the background of my grandfather's old colleague cannot be said to be simple, but I have never heard my grandfather talk about him.

A middle-aged man with a calm temperament but a faint edge was standing at the door. He was wearing a black suit and had a white patch on his chest. He came up to us as soon as he saw us.

"Master Wang, you are here."

Grandpa's eyes were moist and he couldn't speak for a long time. Grandma also recognized this man and said for him: "We are here to see Old Ding. Yin Shuo, we express our condolences."

Yin Shuo thanked her and comforted his grandfather: "My father passed away peacefully, don't be sad."

Grandpa clapped his hand and said after a while: "I didn't expect Old Ding to leave first."

"Don't say that. We are over eighty years old and we are in mourning." Yin Shuo bent down and held his grandfather's arm: "My father told me before he died that if I see you, I must say thank you for him.

If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have been able to come back from the Qilian Mountains sixty years ago."

Did something dangerous happen in the Qilian Mountains sixty years ago? I glanced at Grandpa quietly.

Grandpa waved his hand and stared at the man again, as if looking for the shadow of his old colleague. I was afraid that grandpa would be too sad, so I said hello to Yin Shuo and helped him into the venue.

Yin Shuo watched us enter the house, then turned back and nodded coldly to the guests. Standing with him at the door were two straight middle-aged men.

I went to deliver the silk money and when I came back, I saw an old couple with outstanding temperament chatting with their grandparents. They seemed to be old friends.

Grandpa pointed at the energetic old man and asked me to call someone: "This is your Grandpa Li. He was also the one who went to Qilian Mountain with Lao Ding back then. This is his wife Yin Jue."

I bowed slightly and said, "Hello, Grandpa Li. Hello, Grandma Yin."

The two elders also greeted me kindly. They were in good business, and many people came to say hello after we sat down. I sat aside and learned a lot about the backgrounds of these two people.

Li Zhiyun should be in a high position and has never retired. Many people use this reason to curry favor with him. His wife Yin Jue comes from a large family. Many people who came to attend the farewell party today are actually related to her.

Bring a reason.

I don’t know whether it was intentional or not, but Yin Shuo never came here. He was very polite and basically went to every table except ours.

Normally we should be in the front this time, but we were ignored by the host.

Yin Shuo was polite to others. Apart from being nicer to my grandfather, the only person who could get a good look from him was the middle-aged man sitting at the head table at the next table.

That person is indeed outstanding. He has a gentle temperament, simple and elegant clothes, and looks a bit independent from the world. Such a person is either a master of Chinese studies or a great fortune teller.

But who would have thought that he turned out to be Yin Jue's cousin. I watched the man sit down at the table, and Yin Jue walked over to say hello to him.

It's a big family, I said to myself. Counting from my mother's side, I also have grandchildren. But Li Zhiyun also respects Uncle Yin very much. I couldn't help but look at that person a few more times.

The more I looked at it, the more familiar it seemed, as if I had seen it a long time ago. After all, such an appearance and temperament would definitely be unforgettable.

I thought about it for a long time and couldn't remember where I had seen him before, so I couldn't help but shake my head. Even if I met him a long time ago, there is no way that someone's appearance would not change for more than ten or twenty years. I guess I saw him wrongly.

Although the farewell party was a big scene, the ceremony was brief, as if it was just a formality.

We were going to have dinner after the meeting, but my grandfather was not in good spirits, and Li Zhiyun and his wife didn't want to stay any longer. So I walked out with the four old people.

Yin Shuo sent it out and solemnly thanked his grandparents again.

He was very particular about etiquette, but he was a bit unpretentious towards Li Zhiyun, who was also his father's old colleague. He just called Li Zhiyun's wife: "Aunt Jue," and said nothing else.

The atmosphere is a bit stiff.

I saw that Yin Shuo seemed to have something to say to the two elders of the Li family, so I pretended not to notice and helped my grandparents to continue walking out, but my ears were still scratched.

I heard Yin Shuo say bitterly behind him: "It's best if he can keep his word."

Grandpa Li said calmly: "I won't bother you anymore, I'm sorry." Then he followed.

I don’t know what kind of riddle they are playing, and I have no interest in finding out. Then Yin Shuo is accompanied by two guards. No matter what he is referring to, it is not something a plain-headed commoner like me wants to get involved in.

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And just now when I went to deliver the silk money, I overheard someone saying: "One less person knows the truth."

I'm afraid he is referring to Mr. Ding who passed away.

But if one less person knows the truth, how many people still know it now? What is the truth? Moreover, Yin Shuo’s father’s surname is Ding, but his surname is Yin. Just now he called Grandpa Li’s wife Aunt Jue,

Could it be that he took his mother's surname?

There are many people from the Yin family among the people who came today. I am afraid that the only one who really came to see Mr. Ding off was my grandfather.

I don't know exactly what Yin Shuo does, but judging from his temperament and appearance, it's not that simple. For such a person to be dissatisfied with Li Zhiyun but not show up, I'm afraid it's not as simple as losing face.

But none of this has anything to do with me.

I trotted and drove the car to the entrance of the cemetery so that my grandparents would take two less steps. But I didn't expect Mr. and Mrs. Li to be waiting there.

Grandpa asked me if I had any other plans for today. I said no. He then suggested: "Then after you send us back, you can send Grandpa Li and the others off. We can also chat on the way." Grandpa rarely wants me.

What should I do? I'm afraid it will cause trouble to me.

Of course I won't refuse.

Grandpa Li thanked me and said that they had just returned to BJ and there was no one at home, so they were worried about the inconvenience of taking a taxi.

"Whatever you said is just a slip of the tongue."

After turning out of the cemetery, a Hongqi car that was originally parked on the side of the road also drove away. I watched it in the rearview mirror and followed it for a while, but it disappeared after it reached the fourth ring road.

Because all the people in the car were old people, I drove particularly steadily.

Yin Jue praised: "Your Wang Yu is such a good boy."

"Now I am capable. I am studying for a doctorate in psychology in the UK and I got a scholarship." Grandma was very happy when she heard others praise me.

I laughed guiltily. A week ago, I just received the notice that the archaeological team would return to Egypt for excavation this year. I hid it and didn’t dare to let my family know about it.

Grandma continued: "Where is your eldest grandson? I remember his name is Li Yuan, right? Didn't you go back to BJ with him?"

"Now this child is old and can't live at home." Grandpa Li smiled and sighed, then said, "Li Yuan has liked the stars and the moon since he was a child. He must do some celestial research after graduation. He should be in the United States at the moment.

.There is a Sino-US cooperation project over there that has been in the works for several years.”

Although the tone was complaining, his affection was still revealed. It could be heard that Grandpa Li was also very proud of his grandson.

"That kid Li Yuan was sensible when he was a child, and he became so promising when he grew up." Grandma recalled happily. "He came to our place when he was a kid. My family liked him very much. When the kid left, he was in trouble for several days.

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Grandpa also nodded and said: "Li Yuan is a good boy."

"Is Yuanyuan currently studying various planets? It's amazing." I said and glanced in the rearview mirror.

When grandma told me, I remembered that when I was a child, a child my age did come to live with my grandpa for a while.

When I was a child, my parents were busy with work, so I grew up with my grandparents. During the summer vacation before entering elementary school, Li Yuan was brought here by his grandparents. The only child was naturally very happy to see people of the same age. At that time, Li Yuan and I

It's very fun.

I remember that I cried a lot when Li Yuan left, but I can never admit it.

When grandma heard what I said, she was happy: "Yes, when you were a child, you called me Yuan Yuan. When we met, you always pinched Li Yuan's little face. He said it was really round and almost made him cry."

I said to myself, grandma, please stop it, what are you saying in front of other people’s grandparents?

Before I could say anything, Grandma Li's wife answered: "I remember this paragraph. At that time, Brother Wang and Zhiyun were talking in the back room. I heard a noise outside, and I was thinking about how my precious grandson could be caught without even looking at him.

I was bullied. When the results came out, I saw that these two children were already having fun."

The four old men all laughed kindly.

Grandpa Li laughed and added: "This kid is like a cat and a dog. Li Yuan will miss you when he goes back."

When grandma heard this, she was so happy that she grinned from ear to ear: "We miss him too. That kid Li Yuan has a stable temperament, unlike us, who has been naughty since he was a child."

Whatever you're afraid of, my grandma can't stop herself when she mentions her grandchildren's childhood.

"One time you two were riding bicycles, and you tried to show off your skills and wanted to take Yuanyuan with you. As a result, we fell together and you knocked out a tooth. Do you remember this?"

I smiled apologetically and said, "I remember, how could I not remember? Fortunately, my back teeth have grown back, giving me a second chance."

Recalling the past, the old people all looked nostalgic.

"The children are all prosperous now." Grandpa Li sighed.

"Fortunately we didn't follow our old path." Grandpa said.

There's something wrong with the atmosphere.

I picked up a few more interesting things related to Li Yuan from my memory and told them, and all the old people laughed.

When I arrived downstairs at my grandfather's house, I didn't expect that my third uncle was waiting there.

Grandpa originally wanted to invite Li Zhiyun and his wife to sit upstairs, but they had just attended the funeral of an old colleague and no one had the energy to reminisce about old times.

"Zhiyun, we finally met. If we don't meet again, we will never see each other again."

Li Zhiyun patted his grandfather on the elbow: "Old Wang, if you say anything depressing, we were all here back then."

The year Li Zhiyun mentioned should be the Qilian Mountain Incident sixty years ago. What happened at that time? My curiosity is about to arouse.

Before I left, my third uncle, who had been serving as the background board, told me: "Don't stay too long, and go home as soon as you drop people off."

I was not happy anymore: "Look at what you said, I can still depend on others for lunch."

Grandpa Li’s home is in a place in DC that I have never been to, not far from Longfu Temple. Navigation is useless in an alley like this. Under Grandpa Li’s command, I parked the car in a yard

outside.

There was already a Hongqi parked there, not the one seen outside the cemetery.

I glanced over there and felt that they were really being wronged by riding in my little old car.

Grandpa Li said nothing, smiled and led me around the high courtyard wall to a Ruyi gate*.

The inconspicuous red-painted wooden door still has Spring Festival couplets from the New Year on it, and the rather sharp Wei stele writes auspicious words that are smooth and steady. This is the same as the funeral I attended today, which has a sense of disharmony.

I stood at the door of the big house and said goodbye to the two elders of the Li family.

"You've been busy all morning, come in and sit down and have a drink of water." Yin Jue extended the invitation. "We two old people also want to find someone to talk to."

She sounded like an empty nester, and I was a little shaken. But when I thought of Yin Shuo's serious face when talking to Li Zhiyun, and the words I heard, "One less person knows the truth," I decided to stick with it.

Keep a respectful distance from this family.

Although I am very curious, I am not ignorant.

There must be some secret in the riddle played by Li Zhiyun and Yin Shuo. However, whether there are guards or people living in the courtyard, I don't want to get involved. I am also planning to save my life to see the temple in ancient Egypt.

So I smiled and said, "I won't disturb your rest. If necessary, I'll come back to visit you another day."

"It's okay, it's still early."

I was about to refuse, but Grandpa Li's next sentence directly nailed me to the spot:

"Li Yuan will also go to Egypt."

Friends said that the original way of writing it was too safe for the protagonist's life, so they changed the way of opening the copy.

btw I checked, and it seems that the farewell hall of Babaoshan does not have the concept of "seats" for guests. Please ignore this bug.

Ruyimen is a gate shape of a courtyard house. In the past, it was mostly the residence of gentry and cultural celebrities.

(End of chapter)