Emperor Ming's grandson

Chapter 1 Grandpa, I miss you

The hot summer sun shines on the sea, sparkling like countless golden stars dancing.

An old ferry that looked like a product of the last century was slowly approaching through the waves. The hull drew a beautiful arc on the blue sea, but the rumbling sound of the diesel engine and the black smoke emitted caused unreasonable damage. This beautiful atmosphere.

A young man wearing a loose white T-shirt was looking down at the content on his phone, somewhat in a daze.

"Heroes, we're almost there!"

Hearing what the boatman said, the boy named Zhu Xiongying quickly closed his cell phone, as if he didn't want anyone to discover any secrets.

He raised his head, his hair was black and fluffy, his eyebrows were like black under his thin bangs, and his eyes were deep and bright.

"Thank you for your hard work, please take me alone this time."

He dug into the pocket of his washed jeans and took out a few wrinkled banknotes and handed them to the boatman.

The young man's smile was bright and sincere, and every time he smiled, it seemed as if the sun was shining all over the world.

The boatman looked at the QR code hanging on the railing swaying in the wind, then at the old Nokia phone in the boy's hand, and then at the boy's smiling face. He wanted to refuse but hesitated for fear of hurting the boy's self-esteem. .

In the past many years, he has sent these students to high schools on the mainland every day and then picked them back up in the evening. As fewer and fewer students study on the island, more and more people go out to work. , the number of passengers on this ship is gradually decreasing. Perhaps next year, it can be converted into a freighter.

The boatman uncle had never read any books, and he could only say one sentence out of a thousand words in his mind: "I will come back often to visit you after I go to college. When you want to go home, just give me a call. I will pick you up at the pier many nights."

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The ferry docked, and Zhu Xiongying stepped onto the deck. The salty sea breeze was mixed with the faint smell of algae, and a familiar breath blew towards his face. As the hull of the boat swayed gently as it docked, the rocks were stirred up. Seagulls were also circling in the sky and screaming happily, as if they were welcoming the returning wanderer.

Seeing that there was no one around at the Luojia Town Pier, Zhu Xiongying turned on his phone again. In the text box was a message that he had engraved in his mind. It was sent to him by his guardian grandfather before he died.

——Ying'er, three years later today, I will come to visit my grandfather's grave. The question you asked will have the answer.

Zhu Xiongying gently closed the mobile phone that he had used for many years and walked toward home along the familiar gravel road. The scenery along the way was still so beautiful, with huts shaded by green trees, the sparkling sea, Everything is picturesque with seabirds roaming leisurely.

As the door of his home came closer, Zhu Xiongying's heartbeat involuntarily accelerated. The moment his hand holding the key touched the familiar door, he had already imagined a scene in his mind.

There is grandpa in the room, there are slippers laid out, and there is the familiar smell of food.

However, the moment he opened the door, there was no one in the room. Only dust was floating in the light-lit air. The vague and warm picture imagined in his mind dissipated like a burst of bubbles.

Zhu Xiongying just sighed softly, but he didn't feel too disappointed. He was already used to living alone.

After putting down his luggage, Zhu Xiongying sat down on the familiar tattered sofa. The inferior sponge inside made a painful "squeaking" sound.

Zhu Xiongying looked around. Nothing had changed, but time was passing. He had grown from a little boy who would cry when he hit the ground with a snotty nose, to a man who stood upright.

But before he could express too much emotion, Zhu Xiongying took out the admission notice he had packed in a transparent plastic document bag from his backpack, as well as the incense candles, hemp money paper, five fruits, and pastries that he had prepared before boarding the ship, and carried two bags. Just went out.

At the exit of the alley outside the house, on the moss-covered stone bricks, old people set up several card tables and sat in twos and threes. They opened their gap-toothed mouths and chatted slowly, playing cards and spending the long afternoon. time.

"Have you been admitted to college?"

Zhu Xiongying said with a smile: "Well, I'm lucky, I just happened to get one in the provincial capital."

The old people all exclaimed in admiration: "Oh, you are so promising. Our small island can also produce college students!"

"What is this bag of yours?" the discerning old man asked when he saw the sacrifice Zhu Xiongying was carrying.

Zhu Xiongying explained softly: "I want to talk to grandpa and tell him that I have been admitted to college."

The old people looked at this sensible and tough young man with distress. "Go quickly, Grandpa You must miss you too."

Zhu Xiongying followed the grassy path to his grandfather's grave.

The weeds on the tomb had grown very tall, but Zhu Xiongying did not clean them up immediately. Instead, he stood quietly and looked at the writing on the tombstone, feeling a surge of complicated emotions in his heart.

——Zhu Xiongying has a secret.

In Zhu Xiongying's memory, he lived in the ancient world when he was a child.

Although many memories have become extremely blurry for some reason, Zhu Xiongying is very sure that this is definitely not his childhood fantasy or adolescent delusion.

He had no way of proving it, but he always had doubts.

Originally, he would live an ordinary life with this secret, but the guardian grandfather who raised him obviously knew the answer to this secret.

He turned on his phone and looked at the time. The time was 2014:6 on June 15, 11. At this time, Zhu Xiongying had many doubts, but looking at the deserted tomb, Zhu Xiongying could not say anything.

He put down his mobile phone and admission notice, displayed the sacrifices in front of his grandfather's grave, and then suddenly knelt on the ground with a "pop" sound, and tears fell in large drops from his cheeks, falling to the ground, in the heart-burning scene. Evaporated into water vapor in sunlight.

"Grandpa, I miss you."

At this time, Zhu Xiongying, who was immersed in grief, did not notice, and it was impossible to notice with the naked eye that the water vapor molecules evaporated from his teardrops suddenly disappeared without a trace when they rose to a certain position above the tomb.

An unstable and distorted space-time wormhole has quietly taken shape.

His voice is about to arrive in another time and space.

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In June of the 15th year of Hongwu's reign in the Ming Dynasty, Xiaoling Mausoleum in Zhongshan.

It was just midnight, and the early morning sunlight slanted on the bluestone-paved ground, reflecting a warm luster, but it could not dispel the sadness that enveloped the mausoleum.

This is the resting place of the eldest grandson of the Ming Emperor, and it is also the eternal pain in the heart of the Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang.

Just last month, the child he had great hopes for left him forever. The memory of his eldest grandson has now turned into a knife in his heart. Zhu Yuanzhang announced his resignation from the court, ordered him to be buried in Zhongshan, and posthumously named him King of Yu. , his posthumous name is Huai, all these are his deep nostalgia and reluctance for his great grandson.

Within a hundred steps around the mausoleum, there was silence, except for the occasional sound of wind, which gently brushed against the bluestone wall and let out a low whimper.

In front of the tomb, four civil and military stone statues quietly guard the person who will never come back, while the stone tiger, stone sheep, and stone horse on the left and right seem to express the grief of the royal family.

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang was leaning against the tombstone alone, his figure looking particularly lonely in the bright light.

Zhu Yuanzhang held a pot of wine in his strong hands. He slowly raised his hand and sprinkled the wine in front of the tombstone. The wine formed a small pool on the bluestone, reflecting Zhu Yuanzhang's already somewhat old face. .

He is Zhu Yuanzhang, the Hongwu Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, a powerful and powerful emperor.

But at this moment, in front of his grandson's mausoleum, he is just an old man who has lost a loved one. What his eyes reveal is no longer the majesty and domineeringness of the past, but the sadness that is no longer concealed.

However, there was not much time left for Zhu Yuanzhang to be sad. The Ming Empire still had too many things waiting for him, an emperor who had many things to deal with.

Just when Zhu Yuanzhang stood up lonely and prepared to leave, suddenly he heard an unknown voice above his head, but he could clearly feel the sadness.

"Grandpa, I miss you."

(End of this chapter)