Chapter 18 seventeen

That night, there was no moon. Only the three pillars float faintly in the night.Squatting down in the river, first touch and look at the westernmost pillar. I don't know what kind of tree it is, but it is very dry. What Irie held in his hand was a navy knife, not a chisel.However, he imagines it as a chisel for stone energy.No, I even imagined that the person stroking the pillar was not Irie, a Japanese, but Ishino, a young man from a famous family 1,400 years ago. Irie, who prefers ancient art, is often accustomed to placing himself in a world completely different from reality due to his appreciation.

In the world of war and killing, it is often necessary to do the same for the study of art history.Among the senior scholars, of course, there are many people who are aware of current affairs.Irie couldn't imitate that kind of reality, but on the contrary, he showed another kind of ability. He can turn his back on the reality full of thorns and get into another world depicted in his mind. Even if you can't completely enter the world of stone energy, you can at least let yourself enter a state of near transformation. He began chipping away at the base of the post with a navy knife.The blade is a bit damaged, but sharp.A dry post is almost useless against a knife edge.

It took a lot of time. During that time, my almost selfless heart would sometimes return to the body that was cutting the pillar. What the hell am I doing now? When I tried to get rid of this idea several times but couldn't get rid of it, Irie imagined the rough eyes of the soldiers who were hanging on the poplar tree and looked up at the pure white naked body. force. In the dark night, for the sake of prudence, Irie checked with his fingers several times before continuing to work.If it is cut too much, the pillar will collapse first before it can carry the human body. Kill this fox!

Entering the river seemed to be chanting sutras, and he justified in his heart that the other party was a vicious villain, but the more he thought about it, Xie Shiyu became less like a villain. Last night, the dejected and sighing figure standing in front of Lee Dong Gong's house.Then, this morning, the troubled look in front of the third peak.Thinking of these scenes, I began to feel that the other party was actually a kind person.Thinking of this, Irie accelerated his speechless defense. fox!Badass!traitor!Let you intimidate! Chipped sawdust slowly piled up around his feet.Seen at night, it looks like a white phantom.

Although there was no wind, the sawdust rustled slightly and danced around the rocks.If the wind is stronger, the sawdust will fly in the night sky like a white butterfly. The sawdust says: This is murder!Shouting loudly, this whirling fantasy appeared in Irie's mind at the same time. He picked up the sawdust and stuffed it into his pocket as best he could. Work is over. The pillar in the middle seems to have been cut too much, and there is only a thin skin left to hold it together, and the pillars on both sides are supporting it.If the pillars on the left and right sides were cut a little bit, they would definitely not be able to bear the weight of the hanging building and would collapse immediately.

I didn't expect that there might be a wind, it was my own negligence.Just a little wind is enough to snap any pillar. Fortunately there was no wind.However, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not be windy until ten o'clock tomorrow morning. Along the rocks that are difficult to climb, enter the river and go down to the foot of the mountain first.On the way back to Li's house, there happened to be a wet and soft spot. He took out the sawdust in his pocket and threw it away. He stomped hard with his shoes and stuffed it into the ground.Squeezed by the shoes, the white sawdust also turned black, as if sucked in by the darkness.

I wonder if the cat will climb up? He suddenly remembered.At such a critical juncture, such a thing would be thought of. If a wild cat jumps onto a hanging building in the middle of the night, can the pillar bear the weight? In short, the job is done, and everything is left to fate.All that's left is to pray.I prayed secretly and returned to Li's house. Entering the river tiptoed through the door.It was late at night, but he still knocked on Yingxiang's door. Yingxiang quickly appeared and opened the door, allowing Irie to enter the room.Seeing that she hadn't changed into her pajamas yet, she knew she couldn't fall asleep either.

Maybe Irie's expression was too nervous, Yingxiang swallowed his breath instantly when he saw him, and asked in a low voice: Killed? Irie shook his head, swallowed his spit, and said: not yet.However, around ten o'clock tomorrow morning, the man will die.You know that man does morning exercises every morning, I did what Shi Neng did, thinned the pillars of the hanging building, and used this knife. He shows the navy knife to Yingxiang. She stepped back half a step, stared at the knife for a while, and quickly understood what Irie had done. Thanks After finishing speaking, he immediately threw himself into Irie's arms.

The knife fell from Irie's hand to the floor with a clanging sound. Irie put his arms around her shoulders. Her lips pressed against Irie's flushed cheeks.Moist lips are cold. Irie turned his face away, pressed his lips against hers, and the two of them swung their shoulders up and down, kissing long and deeply. Yingxiang moved his mouth away and whispered: Well, wait until tomorrow! He moved his lips to Irie's ear again and kissed it lightly. The suppressed breath was released quietly, blowing gently into Jiang's ears. Yingxiang finally squatted down, picked up the knife that fell on the floor, and said:

Keep this knife as a souvenir for me. Of course, Irie couldn't sleep that night. In the morning, he went to the hanging building several times to spy on the neighbors. It seemed that there was no wind, and the stray cat did not jump on it. The hanging building next door was safely supported by three pillars. Not long after breakfast, Hasegawa and other soldiers came to Li's house to visit Irie.He came back from Shanghai Hospital and came here to say hello. In the Shanghai hospital, I was scolded.Said that such a small injury has come all the way, it is too much to make a fuss, is the brain flooded!However, I was temporarily accommodated.

Captain Hasegawa spoke in a friendly Kansai dialect, but at this juncture, Irie didn't seem to hear it. It was nearly ten o'clock in the morning. When Yingxiang was about to step into the room with a tea tray in his hand, there was a sharp noise from the next door. Is it the wail of people?Gunshots?Unrecognizable.It was only later that I realized that the two voices were mixed together. The experienced soldier Hasegawa stood up quickly. With a soft cry, Yingxiang dropped the tea tray in his hand. The pottery teacup shattered on the floor with a harsh sound. Irie unconsciously ran to the hanging building. Hasegawa's first class soldier jumped to the hanging building before entering the river. The hanging building next door is gone. It doesn't disappear without a trace. Although the supporting pillars are broken, the part that is connected to the building of the mansion may be built very firmly, so that the hanging building will not collapse completely, but dangles loosely on the cliff. Wow, the studs on the balcony connection came loose and slipped outside. Senior Hasegawa shouted wildly, then looked down, and added: It seems that something fell down, what is it? On the fern-covered rocks at the foot of the cliff, there was something long and white lying across. Of course Irie knew what it was. Xie Shiyu was wearing white and blue striped pajamas.Twenty meters below, the blue stripes completely blended into the white. Irie closed his eyes, his temples throbbed wildly, silently counting his pulse and panting. I felt a slight breath of air brushing my neck.He thought, Yingxiang was standing behind. However, the breathing was unexpectedly calm and undisturbed.