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Chapter 24 Prison Story No. 9: A Pair of Eyes

Short Stories by Ni Kuang 倪匡 1869Words 2023-02-05
He loves thinking and painting. In other words, all his free time is either thinking or painting.Don't think that only prisoners in prison are unable to be independent for a lot of time. All people, even the most free, must be inactive for a lot of time, for example, they have to spend time to work for their living, and so on. When he was thinking, he acted strangely. He always had to hug something, sometimes a pillow, sometimes a quilt, sometimes a tree, sometimes a stone, sometimes a lamp post, or something. I can think about it for a long time.No one knows what he is thinking, but everyone knows that what he is thinking must make him very painful, because he is always frowning, gnashing his teeth, the corners of his eyes will be wet, his breathing is rapid, hissing and sighing, his eyes are full of pain. hair straight.

According to legend in the prison, whoever saw him smile when he was in a daze would surely be released immediately and see the light of day again? That is of course a legend, but some people with low intelligence will believe it. When he was in a daze, he would look at him intently, hoping to see a smile on his face. Even if he couldn't get out of prison immediately, he might meet him good luck.However, so far, no one has succeeded. He is also very strange when he draws. The warden specially allows him to carry painting tools with him, because he is very well-behaved. Among the severe prisoners whose death sentence has been commuted to life, he is the least troublesome to the prison guards. That's why he has such special permission. .His drawing tools are also very simple. A medium-sized sketchbook, two pencils, one thick and the other thin, and an eraser for erasing words are placed in a dilapidated file bag. can draw.

Everyone in the prison saw him draw. He drew and wiped, wiped and drew again, until the piece of paper was too wiped to write on, then he tore it off. On another piece of paper, he painted and wiped again and again. Painting, concentrated and unanimous. What is he writing about?It is not easy for people who have seen it for the first time, but for those who have seen it several times, it is not necessary to understand it, because he always only draws one content and two eyebrows first, neither thick nor light, neither curved nor straight, he draws very finely, First use the thin pencil to draw stroke by stroke, meticulously, and then use the thick pencil to paint lightly, making the eyebrows look a bit hazy.

His impression of that pair of eyebrows must be extremely deep, every time he draws them, they are exactly the same, and one can tell at a glance that they belong to women's eyebrows, and a woman with such even eyebrows will definitely not be difficult to see. After drawing the eyebrows, he began to draw the eyes. The eyes are naturally under the eyebrows. When he draws the eyes, it is even more strange. Instead of drawing one after the other, he draws one left stroke and one right stroke. A pair of eyes can appear almost simultaneously. No matter how many times it is, people who have seen this pair of eyes will involuntarily take a breath. Although it is only a pair of eyes, it is alive!The eyes are neither big nor small, with distinct double eyelids. I don't know if he has a natural artistic talent, or he has painted a lot and is familiar with many skills. Maybe it's because when he was writing, he really had such a picture in his mind. A pair of moving eyes, so the pair of eyes that appeared on the paper, the brows and the corners of the eyes, are full of charm, the eyeballs seem to be moving, talking, pouring out their thoughts, and giving birth to all the things in the world. vitality.

Although it is only a pair of eyes, but it can arouse other people's thoughts, and naturally someone said to him: Give me this one! He never promised. When the painting was finished, he stared blankly at those eyes, his lips trembling. Sometimes, when he looked around in a daze and found no one around, he would wave the painting book with both hands, Trembling, as if holding the most precious thing in the world, he looked at the paper to himself, then lowered his head, and kissed lightly on the paper (at the place where the eyes were drawn), seeing his almost reverent expression, What he seemed to be kissing was not the eyes drawn on the paper, but really seemed to be holding a girl's pretty face and kissing her eyes.

His actions were not seen many times, only once or twice.But it is also enough to make people say that when he fell into lovesickness, he must be thinking of a woman when he was in a daze, and the eyes that came alive in his writing naturally belonged to that woman. Of course, some people asked him about the result of this reasoning, but he never answered. I don’t know what he bases his decision on. The painted eyes sometimes stay for several days, and sometimes they are wiped off immediately, very quickly and very cleanly, and then he starts to draw his eyebrows stroke by stroke. So carefully, the number of eyebrows written every time must be exactly the same, neither one more nor one less.

He is also different: every once in a while, a psychiatrist will conduct a detailed examination on him, but he is not a mental patient.After years of thinking and drawing, a prison guard finally asked the psychiatrist who was about to leave curiously: Is he mentally ill? When the case was just committed, I suspected that he had it, but it was later proved that he didn't! Oh, he is guilty of murder, and if proven, he can be given a light sentence! No, but his method of killing is too cruel, so it is suspected that he has, and he should be checked regularly. cruel?To what extent? Killed his fiancée, gouged out the girl's eyes, oh, don't talk about it, it's disgusting and swallowed it after digging it out!

The prison guard couldn't help but shivered. The psychiatrist continued: just for his fiancée, he looked at another man for a while. According to him, he couldn't control the urge to kill, because he had never had the look in his fiancée's eyes when he looked at that man!
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