Chapter 9 eight

Twenty five years later.In Irijiang's memory, only her appearance is left, and the scenery of Yuling and others have faded away. Tomorrow I will go to Yuling, and all kinds of memories come back.He turned over several times, until dawn dawned, and he finally fell asleep dimly.But after a while, he was woken up by the phone ringing. From the receiver came the familiar voice of the young translator: Mr. Zhou will come to your place at 9:30, please have breakfast first, please. The words are easy to understand and the paragraphs are very clear.This is telling Irie who is lying on the bed and reminiscing about the past twenty-five years. At the moment, the fifty-year-old himself is welcoming the morning at a hotel in Shanghai.

Got it, I will prepare first. Irie answered. As expected, Zhou Fujing, who rides together, said very little. I'm sorry for asking you to accompany me to a remote place like Yuling. After hearing Irie's polite expression, Zhou Fujing replied: No, not specifically.He said frankly that I happened to be on vacation and I was going to a place a little farther than Yuling.It's not for work but I can take this car, it's thanks to you, it's a great help. is that so? Irie smiled and looked at each other.However, no trace of a smile could be detected from Zhou Fujing's sharp side face.

Session interrupted. After half an hour, this time, Zhou Fujing spoke first: You want to see the Buddha statues in Yuling, but what are you interested in? It was a corny question, but the sincerity in the voice suggested it wasn't diplomatic.Zhou Fujing really wanted to know. Although Zhou Fujing is thin, his body has a sense of toughness.Sitting next to each other in the car, Irie could feel each other's strength every time he touched his knees and other places. Irie also felt a majestic aura, and knew that it was not appropriate to answer carelessly.While reminding himself that this was not a cold conversation, he recounted in more detail what the young man had said to the officials through an interpreter a few days ago.

So, want to see the power of popular belief again? Zhou Fujing asked after listening to the explanation of entering the river. Not quite faith.In which direction will the ordinary people's allowed, or only little energy, be poured into?And how strong is it?In other words, without the protection of the court or the rich, the simple and beautiful art, although not technically proficient, should be born from the native land.I'm tempted to re-evaluate this Because I haven't used Chinese for a long time, Ijiang's Chinese vocabulary is very small, so it is difficult to give an in-depth explanation on this issue.

Zhou Fujing also felt a little sorry for Irie's stammering answer, and repeated: Got it, got it. There was another lengthy silence. However, Irie felt that during that time, he was being quietly observed by the other party. Irie was surprised to be approved to go to a place with inconvenient transportation like Yuling.However, there is now a new motorway leading to Ruidianzhuang. how?It’s not bad, it was built seven years ago, and it’s very solid! The young driver said proudly. Irie talked a lot with the chatty driver.Zhou Fujing occasionally interjected, but they were all brief. During the chat, after Irijiang had just finished talking about the Zhu Zhu spotting ceremony at Yuling 25 years ago, Zhou Fujing said disdainfully:

boring ceremony.It is no longer held now, and it is really a waste of wood to make such a large wooden frame.Besides, the so-called faith, in the feudal era, was not meant to make the people blindly obey politics. Irie remembered that Zhou Fujing was a technician in the transportation materials department. What a different world! Irie talked to himself in his heart. Although he is a man of few words and not kind, Irie begins to have a good impression of Zhou Fujing.Maybe it was touched by some kind of toughness in the opponent. Looking at Yingxiang who climbed up the tall wooden frame without flinching, tears welled up in Irie's eyes, which also came from being moved by strong things.

Irie has always only dealt with static things.Wooden statues, stone statues, figures or landscapes painted on silk and paper.Of course, there's something tough about it, too.It's just that it can only be felt through the filter of telepathy. During the war, Irie had an aversion to strong things.Because it represented the khaki military uniform and the spear and sword, he deliberately submerged in the static things. However, there is also beauty in the strength or behavior that he deliberately fights against.He found it in the figure of the girl climbing the wooden frame.Especially when the toughness is wrapped in the graceful and graceful figure, the feeling is even stronger.

Facing the flame of longing ignited by Yingxiang, there is no other reason. In the car, he bumped shoulders with Zhou Fujing again. That feeling of tenacity was passed on. Although there are good feelings, there are also countermeasures. I don’t think so, Irie said. At that time, seeing a girl in a purple cloak and yellow pants step up to the wooden frame without flinching, I felt very deeply.A living person becomes an excellent painting tool, and it is moving and very touching to draw directly on it like a painting. He speaks Chinese that is not fluent, and struggles to state his opinion for the sake of Yingxiang that is cherished in his heart.

A smile appeared on Zhou Fujing's face, but when viewed from the side, there were actually deep dimples. The world is big, and occasionally there will be women who look forward to the future and ignore the future. Finally saw the slope of Yuling Wufeng. The first and second peaks overlap, the third peak diverges slightly, and the fourth and fifth peaks stand side by side as if supporting each other. The road twists and turns, gradually turning from the slope of Wufeng to the front.However, the shallow lines carved on the lead gray rock surface are still unclear from a distance, not to mention the small Buddha statues, even the two big Buddha statues on the third peak are invisible.

Looking into the river. He finally found the red spot just below the center of the face of Third Peak. The car approached slowly, and if you look carefully, you can vaguely discern the blurred lines of the Buddha statue. The red spots are gradually getting bigger, and the color is still bright.Irie felt that he was going back to the past step by step. Twenty five years.However, according to Zhou Fujing, the Zhu Zhu ceremony held every ten years has been abolished since the founding of the People's Republic of China.In this way, the red spots that are slowly expanding now were still painted by Yingxiang back then.

The car carrying Rujiang and Zhou Fujing approached the foot of Yuling Mountain.It is planned to stay only one night, and we must return to Shanghai before noon tomorrow, so the Cliff Buddha must be seen on the same day. Let the car wait, the two began to visit from the first peak. Although there are many Buddha statues on the first peak and the second peak, they are not worth seeing. During the Cultural Revolution, we often heard the slogan of destroying the four olds, but did we have no idea of ​​protecting cultural heritage? Enter the river and ask Zhou Fujing. I'm a traffic technician, so I don't know about this stuff.Zhou Fujing said, however, I know that the protection of cultural heritage is still a major policy of our government.However, can these random carvings be said to be cultural heritage? At least it is something to commemorate the efforts of the people! It can be regarded as evidence of a waste of human resources. From this perspective, it may be necessary to preserve it. While talking, the two walked towards the third peak. When it comes to preservation, it may not be necessary for the Cliff Buddha carved on the rock to survive the wind and rain, as long as it is not destroyed by human beings. Entering the river reminds me of the Thousand Buddha Rock in Qixia Temple, which is very close to Nanjing.These Buddha statues, which are said to be cultural relics of the Qi Dynasty, were plastered with cement and added colors during the war in the name of repairs.The restoration of Yungang Grottoes is also quite outrageous. It would be better not to do such preservation. Irie thought to himself. Up to the second peak, he watched and thought with the eyes of an art historian.However, when he came to the third peak, he became a living person, standing in front of two big Buddhas. As the sun set, the shadows of the two stretched long on the yellow ground in the open space in front of the rock. This thing is the most wasteful.Deliberately diverting the people's sight is to prevent them from seeing clearly the contradictions of the superstructure. This explanation fits well with Zhou Fujing's identity. Starting from the first peak and walking up the rolling foothills, I was out of breath into the river.However, Zhou Fujing, who is about the same age, breathes evenly, which shows that he usually exercises well. I went into the river to wipe off my sweat, and looked up at the third peak Buddha statue that I hadn't seen for 25 years.The red of the lower Buddha's lips pierced his chest. Afterwards, I didn’t order any more vermilion, and the color didn’t fade?Irie talked to himself. But it is not considered a monologue, because he speaks Chinese.However, he didn't say it to Zhou Fujing. Every ten years, vermilion is added on top of vermilion. Because it is thickly applied, the color will not disappear even after another twenty or thirty years.Well, that lip color that doesn't look eye-catching, I'm afraid it will take a hundred years to peel off! Zhou Fujing said while unbuttoning his blue Chinese tunic suit. A hundred years sounds like a long time ago.In normal times, the Japanese as an island country would be moved by the time scale of this continent, but at this moment, Irie is indifferent to the long centuries. For Irie, the past with Yingxiang can be said to be a world elegy that transcends time. It has only been a hundred years since I entered the river and said that if the Buddha's face on this rock disappears, it may take four thousand to five thousand years Zhou Fujing looked at Iri in surprise.However, Irie immediately closed his eyes. Of course, the red lips of the statue reminded him of Yingxiang.He expressed a kind of resistance, so he closed his eyes and tried to describe the scene of "Miscellaneous Research on Yuling Stories" in his mind. The scene of Shi Neng's suicide reappeared in front of the river.When the blood was sucked by the Buddha's lips, the imagination also came to an end.Then, Yingxiang's plump cheeks, clear eyes, and petal-like red lips flooded into his mind and spread out. let's go. Zhou Fujing's urging voice brought Ru Jiang back to reality. The two walked to the fifth peak through the pumpkin rock of the fourth peak without a Buddha statue. By the time we got back to the car, the sun had set and the surrounding area was beginning to get dark. According to the reservation, we will stay overnight in Ruidianzhuang that night. On the way back, I caught a glimpse of the rock at the end of Wufeng on the right.Irie's gaze was fixed on the window. Began to see scattered houses across the hills. There are two buildings at the top.One of them is the home of Li Donggong who lived in Jiang 25 years ago.In the night, you can vaguely see the white hanging building that seems to be floating.Three slender feet stretched out, gripping the rock below. I don't know what happened to Li Donggong? He was sixty years old at the time, and he might be dead now. Where is his niece Yingxiang? The hanging building next door disappeared. When I entered Jiang, the structure of the house next door was exactly the same as that of the Li family.In that house, Xie Shiyu, who had a long face and a particularly long nose, once lived there.That fox-like face sometimes appeared in Irie's dreams during the twenty-five years. looking at what? Zhou Fujing asked. Twenty-five years ago, I lived in Wufengwei.I live in the home of an old man named Li Donggong. I don’t know if he is still there? Oh, Mr. Lee Dong Gong, passed away ten years ago. Zhou Fujing was born in Yongou, west of Yuling, which is very close, so he knows about Yuling's affairs very well. Oh, is it so Although it was expected, the kind old man's smile touched Irie's heart and made him feel lonely. Mrs. Li died a little earlier than her husband.Everyone said that the reason why the old man fell suddenly was because his wife left first. Zhou Fujing said. Li Donggong is at home, trying not to attract attention, living quietly.Therefore, although Irie tried hard to recall now, he couldn't remember her outline no matter what. There used to be a niece living together in their family, where is she now? Irikawa wanted to ask a few times, but the words disappeared naturally when they reached his lips. The past has become empty, but also a dream. ◇ He remembered the poem. In the narrow seat, Irie touched Zhou Fujing's knee again, the strength penetrated deeply into his body. On one side is a man indulging in sentimentality.On the other side is a resolute man who has no relationship with sentimentality, sitting with his arms folded on his chest. Ruidianzhuang has arrived! Zhou Fujing let go of his arms and said in a working tone. Entering the river is still indulging in the past.