Chapter 4 Four

When I went to Huashan, I used to carry two bottles of the best Fenjiu.In more than four months, I only drank one and a half bottles, and the remaining half bottle, I planned to have a drunk at the New Year's Eve dinner, but at that time, I forgot about it because I was disgusted with this stranger.Now, I sit with him under the white candlelight to realize my planned plan, which can be considered as a New Year's Eve, spending the New Year's Eve in 1942. At this time, the living room upstairs was extremely quiet, and everyone was asleep.Only the sound of our wine glasses clinking in the air.From the thick window glass, the gorgeous and white snow light is reflected, illuminating the room extremely brightly.In such a late night, the white and quiet snow light is particularly mysterious and charming, faintly, like countless white ghosts dancing, flashing white brilliance wonderfully.Through the glass window, we can see part of the outline of the snow scene of Huashan Mountain. These white peaks are like some white dreams, very ethereal.The white candles swayed with orange flames, setting off the atmosphere in the room very gentle and kind.

We drank while eating my stock of canned beef, chicken nuggets, jackfruit, and peanuts. I forgot to ask you something, what's your name?I finished my glass of wine and asked him. Why do you need to know my last name? No, you have to tell me, what's your last name? Whatever you want my surname to be, just do it. You're kidding again. So, even if my surname is Qian, okay? what do you mean? The surname Qian is the most interesting.Who wouldn't want to make friends with Qianla? How can a person's last name be used casually?What is your last name? If you ask me like this, I really can't answer you.In my past life, I have changed at least thirty names.Which name should I tell you?

Tell me your original name! My original name has been dead for thirty years, and I have long since forgotten it.He smiled wryly, and suddenly said very gently: In my life, my name in the sweetest and happiest period was Lin, so you can take my surname as Lin! He asked my name and I told him too. Judging by your accent, you seem to be from the Northeast.Are you from the Northeast?I offered him a glass of wine. He drank the wine I toasted in one breath, shook his head and said: You are only half right. So, your hometown? My hometown was sold thirty years ago. Sold? Well, sold it, sold it cheaply.

After hearing his words, I was startled, then looked at his face, guessed his words, and his accent, I suddenly jumped up and said: I guessed it: Are you from the other side of the Yalu River? He nodded, bowed his head and said nothing, just drinking. My perception of him changed after I found out he was a Korean.I feel like I know him a little better than before.I slowly chewed on the weird and crazy words he just said, and I seemed to get a little inspiration from them. I raised my head and looked at him, his face was already slightly red, not the drunken red caused by the recoil of alcohol, but the red caused by the flame of emotion.At this time, he was no longer as ruthless as he was during the day, and seemed to have become another person.He drank alcohol frantically, it seemed that it was not for excitement, but to use it to extinguish the fire in his heart.

I thought to myself: This must be a boatman who has been through the seas.In his mind, there must be the richest treasure mine about life, why don't I come and mine it? I took out the watch from my pocket, looked at it, and said in a very calm and earnest voice: It is now exactly 1:13 on January 1, 1943.New Year's Eve 1942 was over, completely dead.1943 is beginning its first hour.In order to welcome this new year, I hope you can give me a little New Year gift as a commemoration of our meeting. What New Year's gift?he asked with a smile. You answer me first, are you willing to give it away?

As long as I can give it away, I will definitely give it away! You agreed? I agreed. Never break your promise? Never break your promise! Well, I am now asking you to give me a little life. What ginseng?Our Korean ginseng is very famous, but I don’t have it now! No, it's life, the life of life! Well, this time you're kidding me.I simply don't understand your words.He deliberately made an air of ignorance. I'm very frank!You are a man who has experienced the sorrows of life.There must be infinite wisdom in life in your soul mine.You braved the wind and snow to go to Huashan Mountain, climbed to the top of Luoyan Peak in the middle of the night on New Year's Eve, and looked towards the North Pole for a woman who had been dead for ten years. There must be a precious story in it.Please tell me the story!

He didn't answer, thought for a long time, and finally sighed deeply: Why drag a dead man out of his grave?We'd better not mention things that are dead! No, you must tell me that you have just promised me.I stubbornly demanded. He drank a glass of wine and said slowly: Yes, I have promised you!He supported his chin with his right hand, and said sadly: You must tell me, of course I have to.However, it caused me pain, pain.If you can pity me, you'd better not tell me. If you tell the sad things in your heart, can't you also get the pleasure of venting?At the very least, I can share part of your pain, isn't it better than you alone?I comfort him.

No one can share my pain any more than mountains can share the ocean's pain.As for the pleasure of venting, there is absolutely no such thing. why not? Because, if I want to tell my own story, it is tantamount to dissecting my own heart with a knife. What else can I have except the smell of blood and terrible pain?When he said these words, his blood-red eyes were terribly gloomy and sad, as if he were a seriously injured lion. No, you have to tell me anyway.Even if my request is cruel, you must forgive me for my cruelty!I have the last words. He listened to my words and smiled melancholy.He drank two glasses of wine, straightened his waist, and suddenly said boldly:

You must listen, I will tell you!However, you have to promise me three conditions. I can accept any conditions!I say firmly. These three conditions are: first, when I tell this story, you can't interject a sentence; second, after I finish telling this story, you can't ask a word; third, after listening to this story, you will It must not be used as the material of the article, write a sentence.If you can promise me these three things, I will tell you. These three conditions are not a problem for me.I immediately agreed and urged him to speak quickly. Without opening his mouth, he blew out the candlelight in one breath, and the room was completely shrouded in snow light, everything was milky white, like a clean hospital.In this white space, he sat back on the big chair, his hands hugged his knees tightly, his whole body showed only a dark outline.I propped my chin with one hand and looked at the snow-capped mountains outside the window, immersing my whole emotions in a quiet and mysterious realm.

Soon, a deep voice sounded in the room, hitting my eardrum heavily.It seems that this is not a human voice, but a solo of a cello.Melancholic and beautiful melody, sad and beautiful brilliance flow out of the song.The voice kept pouring out, taking over my senses.I'm like a boat, floating, floating in his sound waves, Here is the story told by the strange man.