Shuangcheng

Like most of them, Li Si only came into contact with Chengcheng and Yilushen, but some people were not, Wu Erfu was not, Wu Erfu left Chengcheng, Huo Mo was not, Huo Mo was always addicted to his emotions, He is far away, but Joshua is not. Chengcheng can see him, but he cannot see Chengcheng.

Joshua was the first, but not the last.In addition, he is not a young man out of thin air, he has experienced growth.He is tough and tough, the gun and saber are part of his limbs, his eyes seem to have been tempered, with a cold light like a weapon, he is too self-confident to hear other people's words.

Joshua didn't come into contact with Chengcheng, but he came into contact with Wei Qinzuo who shouldn't exist in the same time and space as him.And Anbo, which should not have existed.

Chengcheng looked at them from a distance, he felt that things were beginning to escape his control, but he didn't feel panic and anxiety, instead he just watched like this, with a trace of calmness of staying out of the way.

My youth is dark, I have not tasted the salt of the earth, nor the salt of the sea. — Gide.

But every life yearns for the sea.Every life is marching towards the doomed death day and night, just like every stream is running towards the sea without stopping.

Otherwise, it can only disappear in the lifeless desert.

Have you ever heard the cry of your turbulent heart in the middle of the night.

Chengcheng is afraid of the deep sea and yearns for it.

Why do people fear the deep sea?

Probably because, when they stared at the deep sea, the deep sea blocked their vision. In the deepest and silent abyss beyond the reach of the eyes, there was some colossal creature staring at them, the thick curtain of the sea The tent is nothing to them, and the years of sailing have not even left the sea covered by its pupils. It is so huge that people cannot perceive its emotions, and people are always surrounded by this inorganic, emotionless The eyes of dead things stare and penetrate, and the most terrifying thing is that people themselves know this unknown.

However, there is no escape at sea.

The unknown is not terrible, what is terrible is knowing the existence of the unknown.

Beautiful and scary, mysterious and dangerous.

Just like this world.

The day you and I parted was the day when we got together.

Wu Erfu has gone to the other side of the ocean, but Cheng Cheng can still see him sometimes.

The School of Action sits like a giant under the wings of sleep; around the Temple of Words a crowd of souls roams, now cries of despair, now sings of hope; Clouds, like beggars stretching out their hands for food; streets of inclination spread out in all directions, like rivers flowing among hills; secret storehouses, guarded in secret, are stolen by inquiring thieves; castles of enterprise, built by courage, are destroyed by fear; The ideal edifice adorns it at night and destroys it in the morning; the humble thatched house in which weakness dwells; the solitary mosque in which stands self-sacrifice; the club of knowledge brightened by wisdom and dimmed by ignorance There is no light; in the tavern of love, the lovers are drunk, and the emptiness makes them feel ashamed; on the stage of action, life plays out drama, death comes, and tragedy ends.This is the city of the past, looming, both near and far. — Gibran, "The City of Past"

The story suddenly entered the story, as if Chengcheng was in a dream, the dream was so real and palpable, but his activities and existence disappeared, all the characters became the characters in the story, and he was like one of them A member, but also like a bystander in the movie.He is not the protagonist, not Wulf, not Huo Mo, but he empathizes with everything, as if this story, this dream, is himself.

It was a strange but familiar city, where people killed free birds and all those who defended them.He saw a group of people lift Wulf and smash him against the bronze statue, lifting and falling, again and again, and all he saw was no color, only dark silhouettes, smashed to pieces, thrown At the next moment, a huge winged shadow burst open behind Wu Erfu, a statue with antlers, a person with wings, a large amount of blood splashed into the field of vision, as if splashed on the stage curtain.

However, Wu Erfu did not die, he struggled to escape, and fled to the other side of the park. Chengcheng's vision was like a shaking lens, following him all the way, passing through dense bushes, cold green grass, one or two passers-by, Indifferent, expressionless, and unseeing, he fled behind a clump of trees.Chengcheng looked down at him through the jagged branches, he felt strange, he was like that person, and also like an outsider watching.

There was a young man playing a ukulele by the fountain. Cheng Cheng knew that he was Huo Mo, and beside him was a bearded man who was carving eggshells. Cheng Cheng watched Wu Erfu, who was covered in blood, staggered over, He carefully took out two broken eggs from his arms, light brown with faint markings, and he handed one of them to the egg carver, who poured out the liquid in the egg.Homer traded the ukulele for another, placing the old little guitar next to his fallen body.

After entrusting the two eggs, the shouting crowd chased after her. Wu Erfu smiled, faced Huo Mo, staggered back, fell backwards, and fell into the crowd that was continuously coming up, and the crowd waved Limbs and limbs, countless white arms are like tentacles of sea anemones, trying to strangle the birds trapped in them because of the color, countless limbs are raised high, waving, as if they have no bones, surrounded in circles, forming a flesh In the black hole, the people on the periphery shouted in an orderly manner, and the people in the center were already annihilated.

Chengcheng saw the metal baseball bat shining a dazzling light cluster under the sun, and then countless such light clusters fell like meteors and fell into the focus of the crowd. He heard the cracking sound of bones, like It was a sigh.

The honor of the murdered is that he was not the murderer. - Gibran "Sand and Foam"

Wu Erfu disappeared, and Cheng Cheng felt that he was gradually turning into Huo Mo again. He imitated the egg carving man, using a finger to penetrate into the crack and stir it. The sticky and slippery touch felt extremely real on his fingertips. The cracks are widening.The empty eggshell is like a small bag that has been completely broken, but is connected together by some means. The fragile film is struggling to maintain it from the inside.

Huo Mo held the empty eggshell in his arms, like a thief, felt that everyone was whispering when he walked through the street, looked at him from the corner of his eye, as if he had become a blue-gray The only colorful.That gaze is like a piercing needle, propping up the thin flesh, and the bubbling red blood flows back into the hanging bottle, the shadow of the dark sun covers the lifeless street, the gloomy pedestrians, the gorgeous and rhythmic integration The building of stagnant music, cold and lifeless, the labyrinth that can never get out, countless people have vowed to tear down this cursed image, but they can't make any guarantees, they have nothing to exchange things, and no demon is willing to claim their souls.

He returned home tremblingly—Chengcheng felt that it was like his own home—he was still panicked in his heart, and he knew that he would also be killed, so he decided to use death as a final struggle before that.He walked up to the balcony facing the street on the south side of the house, locked it from the outside, and pulled out the key.The crowd was gathering, discussing, pointing and disdainful, and he even forgot to make some impassioned speeches. Behind him came the sound of neatly trampling leather boots, and the frightening sound of knocking on the door.He held the empty shell in his hand, just enough to fill the hollow in his palm, and after a while, he would jump off the balcony with this shattered hope in his hand.

Speak your words and die. - Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Does he know or not?Chengcheng thought.His lover had just arrived in the city and was frantically looking for him after witnessing the carnage, through the noisy streets, past blood-splattered statues, icy parks with blooming trees and trees, smelly On the surface of the lake, in the alley where the eyes are hidden, his lover looks around like crazy, calling his name hoarsely.His lover was looking for him, he stumbled, his body was covered with scars, his chest was heaving and heaving, almost crying helplessly, his lover was looking for him, whether he knew it or not.

Chengcheng doesn't remember, he only remembers the afterimage of the jump.

Leaping down from the tower of the civilization that men themselves created and worshiped and desecrated themselves, they fell to pieces of skin.

The word Huo Mo blurted out at the end, accompanied by the soft sound of flesh and blood splashing all over the place.

Cheng Cheng blankly thought over and over again of the scene he missed just now, and couldn't help taking a step forward, towards Huo Mo's direction.

Yi Lushen came to behind him at some point, stretched out her hands to embrace him, with a smile and tears, gently, comforting and bewitching, repeated over and over again.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

……

Chengcheng seemed to wake up from the trance just now, and seemed to have fallen into a deeper chaotic dream.But suddenly he had a little desire to live.

All the people are still there, frozen in a small world in the dream, unable to leave, never getting old, the trees there have no annual rings, no pain, and are continuously supported by thinking, without any vacancies and exhaustion, People there live and die over and over again, how limited life creates endless time.

Chengcheng has always felt that human beings are selfish animals, and the evolution of hundreds of millions of years is futile.

When people grieve for the dead, they grieve for themselves, or for themselves.

The sad deceased has passed away, and there is no reason for it now, but it is sad that a part of my life that I am used to is missing, a person who accompanies me.Or, there is indeed such an end in the sad world, and one day it will descend to the body, and the sad one will die one day.

The author has something to say:

It is recommended to eat with the winter movement in Vivaldi's Violin Concerto "Four Seasons". When I wrote the section of searching and chasing, I felt that the music had already told the picture in my mind, and my blood was trembling, and my Language is so scarce.

By the way, "Cloud Atlas", the movie and the original book are both great, seeing Sixsmith shuttling between towers in the magnificent rhythm of Cloud Atlas sextet, rushing up the stairs of a small hotel, wailing with Frobisher's body in the bathtub Crying, there was a strong resonance in my heart, that is what I thought, the picture I saw in my mind, but it was boring when it fell to the end of the pen, far less shocking than that picture.Another picture that moved me the most was that in Frobisher's dream, he and Sixsmith stood in a room full of racks of china, which made a beautiful sound when they shattered.I think that Frobisher's death is doomed, not only because of the incomparable love, but also because of the fulfillment of the mission of art, his nature and his talent lead him to push him to death, to destruction, to nirvana .