A man with a story

  After roughly searching around the neighborhood again, there were no major discoveries.

  Every household, inside their house doors, apart from that thing between men and women, seems like there aren't many hobbies.

  The sky is not yet completely dark, and only those who can come out in the black night, the lingering souls of the dead who are attached to the red dust of the world, remain in various spaces, corners of brain waves that have not yet appeared. Their weak energy cannot compete with the huge energy of sunlight. These brain waves are a kind of invisible and intangible energy existence.

  In fact, these energies are what people often refer to as ghosts.

  There is no opportunity to communicate with them now. In fact, communicating with them will not produce anything useful, just some trivial matters about the East House and the Li Family. These are all clear to themselves.

  No choice, had to extend divine consciousness underground to see if there were any new discoveries. A group of ants were busy, seemingly moving house. Only after inquiring with divine consciousness did I realize that tomorrow would be a cow-back rain, and the residential area belonged to the rainfall zone; they were moving to avoid their burrows from being flooded.

  It's going to rain tomorrow, but it wasn't reported on TV. It seems like we need to remind our neighbors to bring their clothes in tomorrow afternoon.

  After searching around, Autumn Lin couldn't find anything of value and withdrew his divine sense. He tentatively looked at his own inner space, also known as his dantian, but there was still no sign of internal energy inside. He let out a helpless sigh. It had been two whole years already, and apart from the significant progress in his divine sense, which could now detect things down to one micrometer, his internal energy hadn't shown any signs of recovery. Alas, what should he do?

  There's still half a year until the final showdown of the Second World, but I'm still in this state. How can I do it? But this is also something that can't be rushed, and still depends on luck...

  Last time, Tibet trip, found back strength, this time, is it still need to go again. This time, who will accompany oneself on the journey? ?? ?

  Getting up from the wooden bed, I came to the mirror and carefully examined my face. Is that old man inside me? To be exact, I am not yet thirty-five years old.

  Fate plays tricks on people!

  For some reason, Autumn Lin 'old man', at this moment always want to recall the past, although he repeatedly restrained himself, he still can't help but think. Autumn Lin, Xu Fu, Fang Jixin, 9414...... which one is the real self????

  What's said in the story isn't necessarily true...

  What's said in the story is either not true or still...

  The theme song of "Prime Minister Liu Luoguo" came out from a certain window and squeezed into the thoughts of autumn forest. I am an ordinary person, but also a person with stories...

  0 years old debut, 10 years old rising every day, 20 years old with great ideals, 30 years old striving for strength, 40 years old basically oriented, 50 years old everywhere fragrant, 60 years old playing mahjong, 70 years old strolling around, 80 years old chatting at home, 90 years old hanging on the wall... This is the most concise summary of life!

  I haven't even got a basic direction yet, but I can only wander around everywhere... Who is to blame for this resentment?!!

  Without New China, there would be no me as I am today. With me, the world will never be quiet again...

  Who made me, from the moment I was born, cause trouble nonstop...

  At the end of the 1970s, in a small village nestled in the mountains of southwestern Hubei.

  The night is as black as ink.

  A baby's cry broke the silence of the dark night. In a relatively large farmhouse compared to other village houses, people were running back and forth, both men and women.

  They were busy with the same thing, welcoming the birth of a new life!

  He is a boy.

  The midwife's cries were filled with joy.

  Everyone present simultaneously let out a delighted sigh! Finally, it's a boy...

  Someone lit a torch. Under the light of the fire, more than ten men with thick and majestic mountain aura, their eyes shining brightly, genuine joy burning in their eyes.

  "Clan head, what name will you give the child?" one of the men asked the middle-aged man surrounded in the center.

  The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment. Let's just call him Xu Fu then.

  When he said these words, there was a sense of relief. Xu Fu, Xu Fu, blessing of the Xu family.

  Xu Fu, that's our ancestor...

  Some people murmured in disapproval, but no one dared to speak out completely. The patriarch's prestige and aura, which was as good as nine tripods, intimidated everyone.

  Cannot be told to outsiders, the family has been living in seclusion deep in the mountains for thousands of years. The dwindling population makes it seem as if there is no hope in sight.

  Is it a curse of the world or the fate of a declining family? No one can tell... Now, the head of the clan actually gave this newborn boy a name that has been taboo for thousands of years. Isn't that a bit too much? People don't say it out loud, but they are whispering in their hearts.

  Disaster begets fortune, and fortune begets disaster; it's just a cycle.

  The clan leader muttered softly, as if explaining, but also as if talking to himself.

  The men fell silent for a moment, and then someone started nodding. The patriarch is the patriarch after all. Those who understand the meaning can't help but admire: only those who can lift heavy things lightly, see through worldly affairs, and have a clear understanding of the impermanence of life can be so enlightened.

  Facing the admiration of many people, Xu Dingkun, as the head of the clan, did not think so.

  As the head of the clan and also the current village chief, he has been living in people's admiration for over a decade and has grown accustomed to enjoying this respect. Although, for a long time before the appearance of this boy named Xu Fu, there were some doubts and suspicions in the composition of this respect: Is the clan leader really capable?!!!

  A man's admiration for another man is half due to his social ability and the other half, his reproductive ability! A man who is successful in his career but has not demonstrated equal ability in terms of reproduction will have his abilities greatly discounted by others. When men discuss this privately, they will say with a mix of seriousness and joking: "Can he really do it? If not, I'll take care of it!"

  In something like having children, a man is replaced by another person, and he can still stand up straight and live, that's really rare!!!!!

  Fuwa's birth has crushed that thread of doubt, blown away by the mountain wind out of the village, scattered among the dense forests and valleys of the mountains.

  This boy named Xu Fu had no idea that from the moment he was born, he carried the hopes of those around him. These hopes would become a weight in his life that was difficult to bear.

  His first cry of life had already broken the tranquility and balance of this small mountain village far away from modern life.

  The next day, Xu Dingkun got up early and walked out of the inner room. He arranged for the village women to take care of his wife and children, then brought Huang Dog Awang with him and left the mountain.

  He is going on a long trip today to visit his aunt in Fuzhou.

  Fuwa's aunt's home is in Shanwai Town.

  My uncle is a big shot in the town and can talk to the county head. This makes my uncle speak with a very arrogant tone when talking to people. Who else, besides the town mayor and secretary, can chat with someone equivalent to the past county master in this small town?

  His maternal uncle, Liang Jin, has his current 'status' also because of his own 'efforts'.

  When he was young, he had a strong temperament and never admitted defeat. In the collective commune at that time, he worked hard without sparing any effort. To be honest, it wasn't because he was enthusiastic, but because he was young, had eaten his fill, and had energy to spare, so he exercised to make room for the next meal. His spiritual realm wasn't that noble.

  The team saw his appearance and thought he was pursuing progress, so they let him join the militia as a captain. This is considered to have found the right path for him. Farm work can be completely rested. On the contrary, his military training level has made rapid progress: throwing grenades, bayonet fighting, wrestling, shooting targets, all of which he excels at.

  At that time, the town secretary was an old cadre who had participated in the Anti-Japanese War and was demoted for some unknown reason. Seeing him training diligently, bright and lively, he was assigned to a post as a armed affairs officer in the town.

  What happened to the demoted cadres? Now in this world, there are many such people. Who knows when they will be reused and rise again! Looking at the rough and wild Liang Jin, it's clear in my heart. Running around the secretary like a follower, fortunately, he recognized the secretary as his godfather. Two years later, his godfather became his father-in-law. He became the secretary's son-in-law.

  Early in the morning, he went to the town and it was already dark. Xu Dingkun did not rush to knock on his uncle's door, but instead strolled around the town, prepared some gifts, and then walked leisurely towards the Liang family home.

  Liang Jin got drunk again today and was lying on the bed, vomiting into the washbasin.

  Just sent away the first batch of spring soldiers this year. The wine table for the soldier's family was scheduled for half a month later. Liang Jin was somewhat greedy, and his ears were soft, unable to withstand people's persuasion. These days, he hummed a little tune every day when going out, spraying wine fragrance, and was carried back while lying down.

  Now, as the deputy secretary of the local party committee, his father-in-law had more than once pointed at Liang Jin's nose and scolded him for not making progress, not being able to control his mouth, ruining his image and losing his official position due to excessive drinking.

  Liáng Jìn listened, but his heart was filled with doubts: Nowadays, who among the officials doesn't drink? Drinking isn't just about downing a lot of liquor, it's an art. However, he didn't know that drinking in official circles wasn't like attending an ordinary banquet. It required skill and tact. The way you drank had to be classic, the way you ate had to be subtle, and the way you spoke had to be clever but not cross the line. Every move was a display of wisdom.

  Being an official is not easy either, there are intrigues and struggles in the office, and even at the dinner table, there are crises everywhere.

  Li Jincheng is a rough and unrefined man, who can't grasp these subtleties. As soon as he opens his mouth, he reveals his humble origins. People say he's great at drinking, but no one says he has any class. A person's character is reflected in their behavior when drinking, and whether they're suitable for a career in officialdom often becomes apparent after just one cup of wine.

  Liáng Jìn was not promoted, but no one treated him unfairly either. Chinese people, especially those in power, attach great importance to personal relationships! At the same time, they often show mercy to opponents who are not competitive. Now, many of the leaders in this county are old friends and acquaintances of his father-in-law, so they left a comfortable position for him at the Armed Forces Department and didn't bother him.

  Liáng Jìn also delighted in being carefree.

  Xu Dingkun was introduced by his aunt.

  After all, she's a city woman, over thirty years old, but doesn't look her age at all. Unlike those mountain people who are not even forty yet and have skin as rough as elm bark! Is this the difference between urban and rural areas? Looking at his aunt's well-maintained face, Xu Dingkun couldn't help but flash such a thought.

  The aunt was very enthusiastic about the relatives in the mountains. The simple clothes on him were very clean. Women generally have a good impression of clean men. Moreover, Liang Jin had instructed that he must not show his face to his brother-in-law, otherwise it would be impolite! Aunt's life was saved by Xu Dingkun.

  She remembered these words and left her husband, greeting him very warmly.