Chapter 3 three

When I was having dinner, I just stepped into the cafeteria, and I was slightly taken aback: this strange man was drinking vegetarian wine and eating steamed buns.There is a kind of Baigan in the temple. The Taoist called it plain wine, but it is actually very strong.This strange man drank cup after cup, as if drinking plain water, without caring at all. The young Taoist priest was an idiot-like figure (perhaps because his practice was too deep), and he didn't speak a word all day long except chanting scriptures.Changgong is nearly 1,000 degrees short-sighted and a little deaf.The three of us have nothing to say when we usually eat.This strange man's mouth was sealed with iron and mud, depending on the situation, even if he was bombed with a grenade, it would be rare for him to utter a few words.Therefore, I left the table as soon as I had finished eating.When I left, the strange man was still drinking cup after cup.

Back upstairs to the living room, I kept pacing back and forth.I thought: Today is New Year's Eve, every family is having a reunion, drinking, guessing, playing games, who would have thought that I would spend my time on such a deserted mountaintop?And also meet such an extremely weird stranger? Thinking this way, the more I think about it, the more annoyed and awkward I become.Finally, I laughed again: Anyway, I will go down the mountain tomorrow and leave here, so why bother to vomit all this idleness?It's better to go to bed early, rest more, get enough energy, and go on the road tomorrow.

As the plan was established, I made an exception and went to bed early.Not long after falling asleep, I heard the sound of low footsteps.I guess it was the strange stranger.He sat in the living room for a while, and then returned to the room opposite me.For the convenience of tourists, the temple has prepared many houses. My room and the house opposite the door are the two most elegant and spacious in the whole temple. In each room, there are two huge Zen beds, originally for group tourists to rest. overnight.Now, because there are no other visitors, the strange man and I each occupy a large room, which can be said to be as comfortable as possible.The only fly in the ointment is: a little bit deserted.

He fell on the bed, tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.I kept thinking about the future.After going down the mountain this time, how do I start my new life?Are you on the front line?in the rear?Are you doing cultural work?Are you a civil servant?The more calculated, the more excited.The more excited you are, the harder it is to fall asleep.In the middle of the night, I finally practiced self-hypnosis and was about to fall asleep when a slight sound of footsteps woke me up.The footsteps were extremely light and mysterious, and someone was clearly walking in the living room. In the middle of the night, who would walk around in the living room outside?

I couldn't help becoming curious, and immediately sat gently on the bed, and opened a picture into the living room through the crack of the board wall.It was all right not to look, but when I looked, I was almost taken aback: a strange, almost terrifying sight gripped me tightly. During the day, the strange stranger was walking out of the room holding a white candle in one hand.He didn't wear a hat, and his long hair was draped over his face like a poisonous snake.His eyes were bloodshot, his face was as pale as death, and his lips were stained with bright red blood.The image he showed in the middle of the night was completely different from what I saw during the day.What I saw during the day was the likeness of a wild beast, and what I see now is the likeness of a ghost and a dead body.The most terrifying face in the world is the face of a hanged person, and he is exactly such a face at this moment: full of distortion, despair, cruelty, gloom, and sorrow.

He walked into the living room like a ghost, gently put the candle on the table, and then gently took down the paulownia guqin from the wall.This qin was originally a decoration in the living room, but the string pillars have long been broken, and the six strings are all slack, making it impossible to produce sound. The strange man took down the piano, obviously not for playing, but for memory.He stroked it lightly, frowned deeply, and narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to plunge his whole body and mind into the memory.He was thinking, thinking, suddenly stood up, and walked back and forth in the room quietly.As he was walking, he suddenly kneeled gently on the ground, spread his arms, palms up, and raised his face, as if making a very sad, tragic and silent appeal, an appeal to the sky.At this time, I can't think of any other analogy to the pained expression on his face except for the ghost in Dante's purgatory.

I watched and couldn't help trembling all over.I seem to have become a child again, listening to an old man with a white beard telling the story of a fox ghost with terror and fascination.Am I a living person or a dead person?I doubt myself too.I almost suspect that I am also a hanged ghost or something. Just as I was wondering, the weirdo in the living room stood up from the ground.Out of my expectation, he went back into the room and put on his fur cap, then came out again and went downstairs quietly. My suspicions became heavier and heavier, and I finally got up the courage to decide to explore the whereabouts of this mysterious guest.

Three minutes later, I also gently climbed out of bed, got dressed, and went downstairs. The courtyard is full of snow, shining brightly in the temple.I saw the new footprints left by the mysterious guest on the snow, so I followed it to the back door, and from the back door to outside the temple. As soon as I went out of the back gate of the temple, I saw that strange guest walking far ahead, really like a sleepwalker.There is snow everywhere on the mountain, and everything is as bright as day, and the shadows of people are long and dragged on the snow, which is very clear.In order to avoid being discovered, I bent forward and moved forward, about four or five feet away from him.

He walked and stopped when he reached the Yanggong Pavilion on Luoyan Peak.In front of the pavilion is the edge of the Luoyan Peak's cut wall, on which the four characters of five thousand ren are engraved on the stone, but now it is completely covered by snow. I quietly hid in a bush, secretly watching what this strange man was doing. He didn't actually do anything, but wandered back and forth in the pavilion, and stopped from time to time, looking towards the extreme north.After looking around for a while, he started to wander again, after wandering for a while, he started to look around again.Watching and wandering, wandering and looking again.Finally, he stood still abruptly, and made a very long lookout, looking from time to time at the watch on his wrist.

I lurked, holding my breath, motionless.Finally, I heard a terrible sound: to my surprise, it was his singing.God knows: this is not singing, it is simply the cry of a wounded beast, the cry of a dying jackal, the scream of a mother holding her slain child!Never in my life have I heard such a tragic song. The snowy night in Huashan is so beautiful, it is unbearably beautiful.But the surrounding area was dead quiet, as if a murder had happened.In such beauty and stillness, the songs are particularly sad and sad. They are like thousands of flying swords, piercing straight into my heart, and my tears are dripping like rain, dripping involuntarily. falling.

While singing, he suddenly walked out of the pavilion and walked straight towards the cliff, getting closer and closer to it, and he was about to fall down. An indescribable terror seized me, and I didn't care whether he was a man or a ghost, a beast or a ghost, so I suddenly jumped out of the bushes and rushed towards him with all my strength. As I ran wildly, I yelled: stop!Do not move! He heard my shout and stopped like a zombie, motionless. I rushed to him in one breath, grabbed his arm desperately, and dragged him off the edge of the cliff.While procrastinating, he shouted to him with full enthusiasm: Friends, you must not seek short-sightedness, there are many ways of life in the world! He was dragged to the side of the pavilion, looked at me inexplicably, and suddenly said coldly: What are you doing? I don't allow you to seek death!I yell at him. He snorted and said coldly: I did not seek death. You did not seek death?Why go to the edge of the cliff. This is my freedom!You have no right to interfere with my freedom!He still said coldly. I froze for a moment, then suddenly plopped, knelt down on the snow, and shouted to him in a voice that couldn’t be more sincere: Sir, I kowtow to you, please don't speak so sarcasticly again, okay?We are all human beings, not stones, why must people be as cold as stones to others?Can you be less cruel to me? Hearing my sincere voice from the heart, he seemed a little moved. He helped me up, sighed deeply, and said softly in a softer tone: Do you think human beings are less cruel than stones? certainly!I firmly answer. He smiled bitterly, as if an adult was laughing at a child's childishness.This is the first time I saw his smile.I clearly heard his calm voice: In my opinion, compared with the human heart, a stone is a softer thing that cannot be softer! Why?I was surprised by his strange theory. Have you ever seen a sponge?Putting the stone and the human heart together, the stone is at best a kind of sponge.It's just pathetic. I can't agree with your weird theory!I kept shaking my head, but said to him resolutely: Now, let me ask you: Did you want to commit suicide just now? How do you know I'm looking for death?He asked me back. I saw you walking towards the edge of the cliff. Walking on the edge of a cliff is seeking death?Do you think a person can die so easily? If you don't want to die, why are you walking on the edge of a cliff? Because I like cliffs, I like the thousands of feet of abyss even more. If a person accidentally rolls down like a ball, isn't it also very interesting?As he spoke, he burst out laughing. Alas, you were so ruthless just now, and now you are laughing and joking.Can you be a little more serious?I can't help feeling a little disgusted with him. Every word I said was serious, and it couldn't be more serious.Now I would like to say two more serious words to you: the day a person is born is the day he is destined to walk on a cliff, and every second around him, there is a terrible abyss waiting for him. he!Believe it or not! Your words are too mysterious, let's talk about something practical.Now, please tell me frankly, do you really want to commit suicide? You are so strange, I am living very well now, why do you insist on accusing me of committing suicide? So, what reason do you have to walk on the edge of the cliff in the middle of the night? The reason I have just said. I don't believe that's a reason! There are many reasons in the world that are not reasons.Since you talked about the reason, I will ask you a reason now, why do you have to ask me whether I want to die or not? Because I don't want you to die! You don't want me to die?He stared at me with wide eyes, suddenly laughed wildly, shook his head as if drunk, and borrowed my words to answer me: I don't believe this is a reason! Why is this not a reason? He restrained his wild laughter, returned to his previous calm attitude, and said softly: I don't know anything about Mars and Mercury, so I dare not say anything.As for the earth, I really don't believe there are people who don't want others to die! You're joking again, you really know how to joke! I'm not joking at all, every word I say, I can't be more serious.When he said this, his face was full of contemplation. Okay, okay, even if you know how to tell jokes, I can't beat you.Whether you die or live, let's not mention it for now.I just want to ask you a question. When you were in the pavilion just now, why did you keep looking towards the extreme north for a long time? I don't want to answer you. Why? If I answer you, you'll think I'm joking again. I was stunned and laughed: It's okay, it's okay, just tell me a joke this time, I never blame you! It really doesn't matter?He hesitated for a moment, then took a step closer to me, and said in a very low voice: You ask me why I look to the extreme north?I am watching someone! one person?I baffled him again. A dead man! Are you watching a dead man?The more I listened, the more confused I became. Well, I'm watching a dead man! What, you climbed dozens of miles of mountain roads on New Year's Eve, and ran up Mount Hua in the snowstorm, just to get to the top of Luoyan Peak in the middle of the night and look at a dead person?As I said that, I couldn't help laughing, but I tried my best to restrain myself, bent down hard, and made my stomach tense. Yes, I have worked so hard to climb to the top of Luoyan Peak on New Year's Eve, just to watch a dead person here in the middle of the night!He said it seriously. Why do you have to look out at Luoyan Peak instead of Yunv Peak or Wuyun Peak? Because Luoyan Peak is the highest, it can be seen most clearly from here.He still said it seriously. How long has this person been dead? This man has been dead for ten years. Hearing this and looking at his serious face again, I finally couldn't restrain myself anymore. ha!ha!ha!ha!ha!ha!ha! I laughed wildly, and the laughter shook the Snowy Night Sky Mountain, causing huge echoes to be emitted from all around.I laughed so hard that tears flowed from my nose, and I almost broke my stomach from laughing.If I unfortunately die young in the future, in the history of my short life, at least one great deed will be left to the world, which is: at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night on New Year's Eve in 1942, a certain person was at an altitude of 5,000 feet. On the top of Luoyan Peak, he laughed wildly for three minutes.Moreover, in the will, I must have these two lines engraved on my tombstone to replace the epitaph and other articles. He didn't make a sound, and when I finished laughing, he nodded to me and said: Goodbye. where are you going?I asked hurriedly. I'm going to go to the edge of the cliff and continue to look out. Look out for the dead man? Yes. Please forgive my long-winded!I really don't understand: How can a person who has been dead for ten years still see it? Do you think that only the living can see it, and the dead can't see it? nature. Then you are completely wrong.The dead can also be seen.The dead also have the ability of the living. He can also walk on the street, dance in the dance hall, drink coffee, hoard, do business, play mahjong, chant scriptures and pray to Buddha, send telegrams, and make speeches According to you, there is no difference between the dead and the living. There is not much difference between the dead and the living. The only small difference is that the brains of the dead are more developed than those of the living, so they are also more intelligent. You are joking again.I laughed again. good!good!Count me as a joke!Goodbye! He was about to go when I grabbed him again. good!good!no joke.no joke.do not go!I forgot to ask you just now: Are you looking for a man or a woman? Of course it's a woman!A man will climb dozens of miles of mountain roads to the top of the mountain to look at men? So, have you seen that woman? See you. Where did you see her? Saw her in a place near the North Pole. Near the North Pole?Your words are really getting more and more mysterious and mysterious.I rolled my eyes and glared at him hard. I not only saw her, but also heard her voice. What, you still hear her voice? Yes, I heard her cry in the ice and snow. What are you shouting for? She is shouting: Vasya!Vasya!Vasya!watt Who is Vasya? Vasya was another man's name. The more I listened to what he said, the more mysterious I felt.I thought to myself: I don’t know how long it will last if I want him to keep talking about this crazy talk.Although the snowy night scenery of Luoyan Peak is beautiful, I am shivering from the cold.If we continue talking, we must freeze to death.If I go back to the temple alone and don't feel at ease, God knows what drama this strange man will perform on the edge of the cliff!After thinking about it, I finally came up with a way.I suddenly asked him: Do you like Fenjiu? Fenjiu?His eyeballs immediately became flexible: that is the best wine in China, I am so happy! I pressed one step further: I have Fenjiu, do you want to drink it? Do you have Fenjiu?Do you really have Fenjiu?He grabbed my hand intimately: I drink!I drink!We'll drink it right away! Without my speaking, he automatically followed me back to the temple. My ruse was a success.