I am Hu Bayi, but the protagonist of this story is not me, but my godmother.
That's right, she is Dou'er from the Miao family in Lao Xiongling. By chance, she followed Blind Man Chen to Changsheng Mountain at the age of sixteen. Although he had a three-way relationship with the leader of Xiling, he never had time to achieve enlightenment. I just sigh about the ups and downs of the past. Looking back in my old age, I see that many storms have long since dispersed in all directions like clouds and smoke of the past.
In 1983, I washed my hands, packed my bags and prepared to go to the United States. After answering a phone call, I rushed from Beijing to Fujian without stopping, and unexpectedly met my godmother in front of my father's hospital bed. The fat man just had enough to eat, and he was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so he insisted on telling her in front of blind man Chen. Aunt Xuan looked calm, but Blind Chen was a little uneasy and wanted to stop her. I said, "Old man, we can't handle this matter like this. This is my godmother, who went to the battlefield with my father. We might as well listen."
Before I started speaking, Aunt Xuan said something that was very meaningful. I will not comment on it, but will only excerpt it here: "You have to decide what is true and what is false. Don't listen to what one family says and ignore the opinions of hundreds of families."
Intention: There is a time in life that must be there, but there is no time in life. Don't force it.
