After living a new life for my neighbor's grandmother, I traveled through the book again

Compared to the lush and green Mount Tai in later generations, the Mount Tai in 1930 did not have so many flowers, plants and trees. In addition, it was close to the Chinese New Year and it was the middle of winter, so the trees were bare.

Tong Jia and Tao Junle's mountain climbing trip can be said to be extremely creepy.

Yes, creepy.

Apart from the two of them, there was not a single tourist on the mountain, not even a porter.

A gust of northwest wind whistled past, not only making my face hurt, but the sound could be recorded and put into a horror movie.

Walking up from the foot of the mountain, Tong Jia and Tao Junle originally climbed separately, but as they walked, they began to climb holding hands, and later changed to climbing with their arms around each other's shoulders. They climbed all the way to Zhongtianmen and saw a few pine trees next to the gatehouse.

Perhaps the presence of those colorful pine trees made the two of them seem less lonely.

Only then did the two dare to stop and stand in front of the gate tower to look into the distance.

As soon as Tao Junle stood still, he saw Taishan Railway Station not far below the mountain. Amidst the barren mountains everywhere, the red brick German-style clock tower was particularly eye-catching.

Standing there, although the wind still hurt my face, my mood was completely different from before.

At this time, there are not too many buildings in Mount Tai. Apart from the railway station, all you can see are natural mountains and rivers. It looks vast and magnificent, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Tong Jia, who had originally regretted coming to climb the mountain, no longer regretted it.

She said: "I originally thought that this trip would only be for exercise, but I didn't expect to be able to enjoy such a natural scenery. It's really worth it."

At this moment, she felt very regretful that she relied too much on her mobile phone and did not prepare a camera or small DV in the RV. Otherwise, she could record this beautiful scenery now.

Oh right...you can also record it.

She took out her easel, which she had not used for a long time, from the RV and also gave Tao Junle his sketchbook.

The two of them started painting in front of the gatehouse of Zhongtianmen.

One was drawing sketches and the other was painting gouache. When the two of them started painting, they seemed to forget the cold and time.

By the time Tong Jia finished painting, her hands were already red from the cold, and Tao Junle's condition was not much better than hers.

After putting the painting in the RV, Tong Jia asked Tao Junle, "Are you hungry? Are you tired?"

Tao Junle nodded, then shook his head.

Tong Jia took him into the RV to eat, and after dinner, the two continued to climb up.

But just when they were eating, the weather turned bad and snowflakes began to fall.

Should she continue climbing in the snow or go back home? Tong Jia looked at Tao Junle, wanting him to help her make a decision.

Tao Junle had never been to Mount Tai before, and now that he was there, he wanted to climb to the top.

However, he was worried that the snowy road would be slippery and Tong Jia would get hurt, so he was a little hesitant.

Seeing Tao Junle's dilemma, Tong Jia no longer hesitated and continued to support Tao Junle as they climbed up.

However, they wasted a lot of time painting, and when they arrived at the South Gate of Heaven, it was already completely dark.

Looking at Tao Junle who was shivering with cold, Tong Jia encouraged him, "Lele, hold on a little longer. We'll reach Yuhuangding in about forty minutes. There are people staying there. Let's rest there tonight and go down the mountain early tomorrow morning."

Tao Junle nodded tremblingly and continued to climb up with Tong Jia.

Finally they arrived at the Jade Emperor Peak. The Taoist priest who had already fallen asleep in the temple was awakened by Tong Jia's loud knocks on the door and ran out to open the door for them.

The people were welcomed in and accommodation was arranged.

However, they were still confused as to why the brother and sister came to stay overnight at Yuhuangding in the middle of the night.

The next morning, when Tong Jia and Tao Junle were about to say goodbye and leave, the master of the Taoist temple called Tao Junle aside. About an hour later, he let the young Taoist priest take Tao Junle out.

When the young Taoist priest came out, he said to Tong Jia, "Donor, my master said that gods and ghosts have different paths. From now on, you should try to avoid visiting temples and Taoist temples."

Tong Jia was stunned for a moment, then realized that Grandma Rong and her grandmother might have been following her all the time, otherwise how could her luck be so good that she could always escape danger every time she encountered a crisis?

The young Taoist priest left after he finished speaking. Tong Jia turned her gaze to Tao Junle and saw that his eyes were red, obviously he had been crying.

Tong Jia didn't think that the Taoist temple's master would bully Tao Junle, a little kid, but Tao Junle wasn't a crying kid either. At least in the six months she'd been with him, she had never seen him shed a tear except when they said they were going their separate ways.

There were many things she couldn't say here, so she endured them all the way down the mountain and found a hotel to stay in. Then she took Tao Junle's shoulder, made him look into her eyes, and asked, "Now that there are no outsiders around, can you tell me why you looked like you were about to cry all the way here?"

Tao Junle said nothing, tears welled up in his eyes.

Tong Jia was anxious and was about to go out immediately. As she walked out, she said, "I will go back to Yuhuangding to find that old Taoist priest and ask him how he offended you.

How come I've been taking care of you for over half a year and I've never seen you cry like this? He talked to you for less than an hour and you just started crying?"

Tao Junle hugged Tong Jia's legs and looked up at her.

Finally, as if he had made some kind of decision, he pulled Tong Jia back to the table.

I took out a notebook and pen from my pocket and began to write: [The Taoist priest was an old friend of my father and was considered his master. As soon as he saw me, he thought I looked like my father and told me many things about my father.

He said that my father had calculated his own death date long ago and had avoided it once that year.

But he always thought it was an accident and that he could avoid it, but he didn't expect it to be a man-made disaster.

Not only did he lose his life, but my mother also died.

As for me... he wanted me to stay there to practice, but I didn't want to be separated from my sister, so I refused.

He said that my sister had made a deal with a ghost and would not have a good ending in this life. He also said that if I followed my sister, I would have the same fate.

I said I don’t care. It was my sister who saved me and gave me a home. Even if I go to hell, I will follow my sister.

Besides, I am already ill and may not live long.

Having the same ending as my sister is actually a great advantage for me.

My sister is accompanying me on the road to the underworld, and I am accompanying my sister. We are both not alone, how wonderful it is.

Looking at the words written by Tao Junle, Tong Jia looked at him with complicated eyes.

He asked, "If you think it's good, why did you cry all the way from the mountain to here?"

Tao Junle continued writing: [The Taoist grandfather said that I was stubborn and unrepentant, but for my father’s sake, he swept my head with a whisk and said that it was a blessing for me.

He also said that my fate in this life was already determined and he was powerless to change it.

But after the whisk swept over, as long as my sister and I can save people from danger and not take their lives at will, he will ensure that I will have a strong body, a happy family, and a happy marriage in my next life.

I wanted him to sweep my sister's head with the whisk, but he disagreed.

He also used the excuse that "everyone has their own destiny" to brush me off.

But I don’t want to be separated from my sister in my next life. I want to be with her forever.

When I think about the future... and the next life where I'll be separated from my sister, I want to cry.]

Tong Jia was speechless. She didn't know whether what the Taoist temple master said was true or not, but the fact that Tao Junle cried all the way because of something that hadn't happened yet, no, because of something that would never happen in this life, showed that he was really just a child both in appearance and in heart.

She wiped Tao Junle's tears with a handkerchief and comforted him, "Lele, what's the most important thing for us as human beings? It's not to worry about things that haven't happened yet.

Look, let’s assume that what your Taoist grandfather said is true, then at least we will be together until we die, right?

No matter how long we can live, as you said, you are with me and I am with you, and neither of us is alone. Isn’t this the luckiest thing in our lives?

We have such a lucky thing to accompany us for the rest of our lives. What reason do we have not to spend every day happily in the future?

As for the next life, no one directly said that we will not be together after death, but only said that everyone has his or her own destiny.

Then we should do more good deeds and accumulate more merits in this life. Besides, my grandmother and the original owner of this body had a good relationship with Meng Po.

When the time comes for reincarnation, we can look for our relationship and maybe we can be reincarnated together.

Of course, this assumes that what your Taoist grandfather said is true.

If what he said was false, it might not even be true in this life, let alone the next.

Tell me, are those gold beans you lost unfair? "

After Tong Jia's persuasion, Tao Junle smiled embarrassedly.

At the same time, he also made a decision in his heart that no matter whether what the Taoist said was true or false, he would do more good deeds in the future and only kill bad people, not good people.

Although he is young, after this period of experience, he has also understood that in today's world, if you don't take the initiative to harm others, you are considered a good person.

If killing bad guys can save more good people, then that is doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.

Neither he nor Tong Jia are the kind of "saints" who are determined not to kill, otherwise they would not have practiced shooting and slingshot so hard when they were in the mountains.

After completely calming down, the two did not rush to the train station. Instead, they entered the RV, took a shower in the bathrooms on the first and second floors respectively, and then returned to the hotel room and slept comfortably for half a day and one night.

The next morning, Tong Jiacai checked out of the hotel and took Tao Junle to the train station to buy tickets.

Tong Jia’s most ideal route is to go to the mountain city, followed by the river city, and the last option is to go to Shanghai.

However, a section of the railway to the mountain city was blown up the day before yesterday when Tong Jia and his friends arrived at Taishan Station, and now that line has been cancelled.

The route to Jiangcheng was requisitioned by the government, and civilians were not allowed to take it for half a month.

Helplessly, Tong Jia could only buy a ticket to Shanghai.

Because Shanghai is a big city with many opportunities and many people going there to make a living, tickets to Shanghai are in short supply.

When it was Tong Jia and his friends' turn, there were only hard seats and standing tickets available, not a single sleeper ticket.

Since the stops at each station are very long now, it takes 17 or 18 hours to get from Taishan Station to Shanghai. Tong Jia feels that without a sleeper ticket, she may not be able to make it.

Moreover, there is no privacy at all whether it is a hard seat or a standing ticket. After a long time, the old-age makeup on her face is likely to come off, which will invisibly increase the danger for her and Tao Junle.

So, he waited at the ticket office until there were no tickets left. Then he gave two silver dollars to the ticket seller and asked him to help him get a sleeper ticket to Shanghai.

The ticket seller was also a smart guy. He used a rag at hand to cover the silver dollar and then handwrote a sleeper ticket for her.

After collecting the required sleeper fare, he said, "There are five buses to Shanghai a day, and the daytime one is no longer available. You should take the evening one.

Come find me here at 5pm and I'll take you to the car."

He looked around and saw no one was paying attention. He pointed at the rag and said, "Prepare three or five more of those things down there. Give me two when the time comes, and I'll repay the favor to the dispatcher. After you get on the train, give the rest to the conductor who arranged your berth. You can't let him do you a favor for nothing, right?"

Tong Jia's expression froze, and she thought to herself, "These people are really ruthless. The bribes alone are enough to buy a standing room ticket."

Seeing that Tong Jia didn't say anything, the man thought she was short of money, so he grabbed the rag and threw the two dollars in it to her.

Tong Jia also reacted and immediately nodded in agreement. The man then put down the rag in his hand and signaled Tong Jia to leave quickly with his eyes.

After she took Tao Junle out of the ticket office, she looked at the time. It was only 9:30 in the morning, and if they came back at 5:00 in the afternoon, there would be a lot of time in between. The two looked at each other, not knowing where to spend the time.

At this moment, Tao Junle, who had been following her obediently, wanted to rush out like a little cannonball. Fortunately, Tong Jia was worried that the crowd at the train station would separate the two of them, so she held his hand tightly and prevented him from rushing out.

After feeling the force in his hand, Tong Jia looked at Tao Junle in confusion.

His eyes were red, with fierce and sharp flames flashing in them. His teeth were clenched and his lips were trembling slightly. He was like a wolf waiting to devour its prey, staring fiercely at the exit.

This image cannot be equated with the child yesterday who said he would do more good deeds in the future.

Tong Jia followed his gaze towards the exit and instantly understood why Tao Junle had become like this.

The people who just came out of the exit were actually old friends of Tao Junle, namely Tao Junle's uncle and aunt, as well as their two children.

Facing the culprit who killed his parents and poisoned him to silence, Tao Junle's reaction was already quite subtle.

Tong Jia reached for the bag and actually took out a hat from the RV.

He pulled Tao Junle behind a pillar, put his hat on his head, and whispered in his ear, "Since our enemies have come to our door, and we have time, if we don't solve the problem this time, wouldn't it be a shame for God to give us such a good opportunity?"

Upon hearing this, Tao Junle's eyes changed from fierce anger to confusion, and then became bright again.

He nodded to Tong Jia, and the two of them followed Tao Junle's uncle's family of four out of the train station.