Better to sleep with tenderness

Wu Hongli stood opposite Feng Xian'er, his body was as stiff as a piece of wood wetted by rain. First, he never expected to be discovered by Feng Xian'er, second, he never expected such a night, and third, he had an extremely bad night. He lost his shoes, had a big cut on his calf, and had tea stains on his clothes, and he was in a terrible mess.What's more, there was no warning tonight, all of this broke out suddenly, like a plague that had been dormant for a long time, it only took an hour, with a bang, from the ears of wheat to the cattle and sheep, none of them could survive.When he walked into the theater tonight, he never expected such a play.

Today, as usual, he was sitting in his seat, ready to watch a play.Since he came early today and Feng Xian'er hadn't appeared on the stage yet, he looked around boredly. He didn't know what to look at, so he always looked around randomly.But it was unbelievable, he found a hidden fact, no matter where he looked, someone seemed to be watching him.At first he thought it was an illusion, but obviously not, the eyes really existed, so he hesitated, thinking it was those eyes sent by the chief's daughter, those women, but he was used to the eyes of those women, he recognized them Obviously it wasn't them.

So he paid attention, trying to find out who was peeping from the crowd.But the more he looked for him, the more confused he became. He first caught a neighbor sitting next to him, and he saw that he was too straightforward, so he was discovered immediately.Wu Hongli coughed to remind the man, and he looked away.But it's not over, it's a beginning.Not long after, the neighbor didn't look at him anymore, but there was another strange look. This time it was a newspaper reader. He poked a hole in the second page of the newspaper, his eyes were like copper bells, and they were about to burn through. Wu Hongli.Wu Hongli finally felt that something was wrong. Sitting in this big river, in the dark night forest opposite, there were countless gloomy gazes. One was blocked by the bullet hole, and there seemed to be another one, endless.

He broke out in a cold sweat, pretending not to care, raised his head, his eyeballs were lurking under his eyelids, and when he raised them a little, he could spy on others without fear.He saw many people in the theater, when he looked up, thinking he didn't know, they all showed their faces from the jungle, raised their heads, and looked at him without moving.Wu Hongli raised his foot, and the others, holding their breath, also raised their feet slightly. The sound of footsteps resounded in the court room, and their clothes were worn out, as if the plague had finally arrived.Wu Hongli's hairs stood on end, and he stood up gently to see everyone's reaction.I saw other people staring at him with bated breath, and then a silent order came from the sky:

Those who read the newspaper put down the newspaper, those who watched the theater stopped watching the theater, turned around and stared at him openly, the eyes of the neighbors swiped from left to right, the left hand beat the beat, and there was a "creak" from the chin the sound of.Someone stood up slowly, at first one, then two, slowly, sloppily.Then, other people also started to stand up, they didn't stand up straight, they were in a defensive state like a snake, bent over, with their heads forward, walking like a snake's letter.Hundreds of people in the whole hall, those who played mahjong, those who wiped the floor, those who listened to the opera, and those who spit melon seeds, all stood up at this moment, face to face with Wu Hongli, face to face, the eyes of these people seemed to be Overlapped together, it became three thousand eyes.

Wu Hongli's cold sweat fell to the ground, he stepped back, knocked down a cup of tea with a "bang", and the tea poured out, taunting his gray clothes.It was like a shepherd's order, and other teacups were touched one after another.Suddenly, the hall turned into a huge waterfall, and someone stepped forward, as if trying to catch Wu Hongli.Wu Hongli knew that it was not good, even though he was very courageous, he also understood a truth: facing the crowd, it is the best policy.

His thighs trembled like cramps, which he thought was a sign of his escape.Then the gun rang, and he ran out of the theater with a whoosh, without looking back.He thought he would hear the sound of footsteps sweeping like a zebra's hooves, so he ran for a dozen steps desperately.Yet there is a fine line between illusion and reality.The theater hall in the nick of time did not move, it was silent.He heard his bladder throbbing, wanting to pee.Then, three seconds later, he took a breath and walked forward, preparing to escape from the land of right and wrong, but at this moment, he saw Feng Xian'er standing in front of him like a thunderbolt under the moonlight, with tears streaming down her face, Whispered, I miss you.

At this moment, at this moment, when he stared at Feng Xian'er, when Feng Xian'er finished speaking, a huge wave suddenly surged in the originally silent theater, first the wave, then The sound of wild horses in the prison cart.As if someone broke through the fence, the footsteps suddenly swept the earth like a spring breeze, and after the silence, there were violent noises and shouts.He heard someone put down the newspaper, someone jumped off the chair, and they ran towards this place like a thousand troops. They gave up at first and left him, but when the lightning came down, the clues were held by them like a kite. In their hands, they couldn't wait to find out the real culprit in the romance novel - and here they came.

Wu Hongli.He heard them shouting, all over the hills.But Feng Xian'er didn't know at the moment, he was holding a costume in his hand, as if he was going to do something.But now he was standing in the corridor, as calm as they were when they first said goodbye and inquired, and he said: I miss you.What he said was so sincere and calm, without any taboo or embellishment, it was a very normal thing for the two of them.His tears fell freely, with no sadness or pain in them. If you must ask why they shed, it must be an emotion that they themselves cannot fully understand, just like the tears across the earth. Bright wind.

Wu Hongli wanted to say something, but found that there was nothing to say.He thought, oh, it is such a you... such a Fengxian'er.He was prevaricated by something, perhaps a frivolous calm.He looked at Feng Xian'er's face, remembering him and the nameless freckles around his ears.This should have been a peaceful story.But countless pairs of eyes caught up with him and stood behind him, forcing Wu Hongli to leave.He heard someone gnashing their teeth behind him.Said: Feng Xian'er and Wu Hongli!It was small at first, and then there were waves, as we all know.But Feng Xian'er's tears were not dry yet, he looked blankly at the sparkling crowd behind Wu Hongli - then he understood immediately, and he opened his eyes wide.Wu Hongli said in a low voice: Goodbye.He jumped over Feng Xian'er and the crowd behind him, and jumped into the river formed by the flow of people.

In the middle of the night, Wu Hongli swam across the river and returned home dripping wet. He opened the door of his room, only to see [-] huge eyes opened in the night, as solid as steel, making a dry and penetrating whirring sound, embedded on the wall, Facing Wu Hongli with deep hatred.Wu Hongli knew that they had some handles on him, although those handles were not firm enough for him to evade, but he stubbornly kept silent, stripped himself naked, confronted them, and glared at them.They looked at each other like this until dawn wearily climbed the hill.At eight o'clock, the postmen brought a message asking Wu Hongli to go to the police station.Only then did Wu Hongli stand up, put on his clothes, jump on the walls and bricks, and with a "ding", he was cared and questioned by many policemen.

A policeman asked him while drinking water: What happened to Feng Xian'er?

Wu Hongli didn't answer.

Another policeman was heartbroken: Wu Hongli, Wu Hongli, your life is still in her hands.When he said this, he seemed to sympathize with Wu Hongli, but he still stood on the side of the chief. He relied on the chief for his food and his daughter for his life, so his sympathy was nothing more than a garden in the sky.If they told him to kill Wu Hongli, then he would still do it.Therefore, Wu Hongli was just in a daze, refusing to talk, talk, and all methods that would leak the secret.The police didn't use hard tactics at all. They just warned him and gave him a small penalty drink to remind him to be careful and remember that he was a free prisoner who might be executed, so they let him go.Wu Hongli didn't take this matter to heart, but Wu Hongli could forget what the police said, but he couldn't forget what Ge Feng said.Ge Feng came to the police station to pick him up, nodded and bowed, and offered cigarettes to the police with his huge bald head. In the end, he wanted to be a Buddha to enlighten Wu Hongli. Life is very sad. Wu Hongli sympathized with him for having such a friend, but he was also very grateful .Wu Hongli stepped into the rain while listening to his speech. He thought, it rained last time at the police station, and it rained this time too, which shows that fate has its own destiny.

Ge Feng's words echoed in the rain: "Wu Hongli, let me tell you, you are dangerous now. You are more dangerous than ever. Don't go to the theater anymore. Forget about him. That's good for you and good for him. The main thing is you They're staring." He lowered his voice, his eyes widened, and he pointed to the sky and the ground as he spoke, pursing his lips, as if he saw her as a Tathagata and Bodhisattva.In Western terms, it is God.

Wu Hongli said: Good.In fact, he didn't listen to Ge Feng's speech much.In the rain, those words were like a roaring locomotive, and with a humming sound, they disappeared in the rain all at once.But in the end, there was a railway track left in Wu Hongli's heart.He thought, tell me not to go to the theater, then I will not go to the theater.As for the other words, they were hidden behind him, in a haze, like his past, disappeared.For a long time after that, Wu Hongli really didn't go to the theater anymore, he kept his word.The police station was worried at first, so they sent someone to follow him for three days, and asked someone to write a detailed report. The reporter wrote about three pages, and the content was nothing more than boring things like eating, going to the toilet, and facing the wall.After watching for a long time, they also got bored.The police said that he had really improved.Just close the coffin and decide, don't think about it anymore.

As for the others, although vaguely suspicious, they have nothing to say, because Wu Hongli's life is nothing more than this: in the morning, he would go to stand in the mud, soak his whole foot in it, and stretch out the veins and palm lines Come on, stand like a log, a rooster.He just stood there for an hour or two, trying to understand something, muttering to himself.After that, he came out of the muddy field, walked from the city to the field alone with his luggage, paralyzed himself like a reed, and let the scorching sun hit him casually.In the afternoon, after eating, he walks around, maybe even says hello to people, leisurely.In any case, he had nothing to do with the theater, and his life seemed to be flowing.

Another sign that can prove that his life began to flow is that Wu Hongli began to read poetry. He had never read poetry before, which shows that he really began to change.

Naturally, because of his cultural level, the poems he read are not very brilliant, they are all plain and forgettable. "If I fell in love with you without hesitation..." All poem titles are in this category.But since everyone's cultural level is not very high, everyone doesn't find it strange that he reads this kind of poem.Those who have good deeds encourage him to participate in poetry reading competitions to earn some living expenses.

So on a certain day of a certain year, Wu Hongli really went there, dryly reading his "If I fell in love with you without hesitation".I don't know if the sky has no eyes, but in the final stage, he somehow beat many people and won some money.The amount of money is not much, but it can be a good meal.It took Wu Hongli a week to get the money from the reluctant organizers and withhold taxes, and then went to the butcher's market with his book of poems in his arms. A khaki stain, praying for a piece of meat, a supper.