Ruyizhai

Teng Rong turned sideways and made a "please" gesture: "Mr. Wu, please go this way."

When Wu Xingchen was hesitant, Teng Rong said again: "Mr. Ruyizhai didn't come with you?"

The woman standing next to Wu Xingchen smiled, patted the back of Wu Xingchen's hand, turned around and ran downstairs.Wu Xingchen looked up at Teng Rong, and asked, "Why does Mr. Teng think that Ruyi Zhai will come together?"

Teng Rong smiled and didn't answer immediately, but his expression was friendly and his attitude was still very enthusiastic. He walked down two floors, patted Wu Xingchen on the shoulder, and made a gesture to lead him up, as if he was avoiding the question intentionally.Wu Xingchen was too embarrassed to follow up and ask, but curious about the answer to the question, he followed Teng Rong upstairs.

The corridor is not spacious enough to accommodate two people walking side by side.The two walked for a while before Teng Rong explained: "Because he seemed to express such meaning when I saw Mr. Ruyizhai last time, but," Teng Rong's shoulder hit a corner of a picture frame on the wall, and he He stopped, helped the picture frame, and said softly, "But this happened ten years ago. As you know, as the continuation of the old human blood, memory errors are very likely."

"He came to you alone ten years ago?" Wu Xingchen also stopped, staring at Teng Rong and asked, "When? What month? Night or day?"

Teng Rong straightened the picture frame, turned his head to look at Wu Xingchen with a smile, and said, "His second visit happened the day after Teng Yu's farewell ceremony, and the person who received him was another member of the church. "

"February NO.11!"

On February 3050, 2, he stayed in the museum almost all day, while arranging the exhibition of the Satanic Resurgence, and at the same time preparing materials for the special exhibition of Simon Lord, and Teng Rong should have been sent to The Union Citizens Funeral Home in Kowloon began a six-month penalty proposal.Wu Xingchen looked at Teng Rong and didn't say anything. Teng Rong seemed to understand his silence, nodded, and continued: "Mr. Ruyizhai claimed that he was entrusted by you, because of the paintings donated to the museum. A series of disputes arose in the church. As a staff member of the museum, you were ashamed to face everyone, but you wanted to express your apology, so you entrusted him to bring some seeds of flowers and fruits as condolence gifts.”

Hearing this, Wu Xingchen had no choice but to smile bitterly, entrusted by him?After Teng Rong was taken away by the police that day, he couldn't find Ruyizhai, let alone Ruyizhai, and he couldn't take the initiative to contact Tong. Came here again the next day?

"I heard that it was late at night, and he also participated in the listening meeting of the church that started at ten o'clock every night. He was quite active in the listening meeting. After the meeting, a member fainted because of emotion, and he was the one who helped The member was sent back to the room to rest. The listening session ended at one o'clock in the morning, and Mr. Ruyizhai left. Before leaving, he told the person who received him that he would definitely come to visit with you next time. You and him love each other very much. Teng Yu's paintings, I deeply regret his departure."

What is Ruyizhai planning?

Wu Xingchen fell into deep thought, glancing at the paintings on both sides of the spiral staircase from the corner of his eyes from time to time.Some he has seen at the farewell ceremony, some he has never seen, and the paintings are in various forms, including oil paintings, prints, ink paintings, and ukiyo-e.Wu Xingchen has no clue about those unfamiliar paintings, and he can't tell which artist's works are at all. At most, he can only tell a rough creation date.If Ruyizhai was here, maybe he could tell why.

Teng Rong talked to Wu Xingchen again, and said, "I don't know what Mr. Ruyizhai is busy with now?"

Wu Xingchen looked at him, and Teng Rong smiled: "Don't get me wrong, I just want to thank him for providing a name for Teng Yu's painting."

"The Last Fall of the Rebellious Angel..." Wu Xingchen smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong..."

He hesitated to speak, but Teng Rong nodded understandingly.This is a typical way of communication in the 31st century, reserved and tactful, to avoid conflicts and achieve a kind of soul-level communication.A feeling of "long absence" came to Wu Xingchen's heart, he was in a trance for a moment, Teng Rong called him a few times before he came back to his senses, Teng Rong said: "I heard that Mr. Ruyi Zhai is in the antique business?"

Wu Xingchen said: "That's right, but then the antique shop was burned down."

Teng Rong asked anxiously: "The antique shop was burned? Did Mr. Ruyizhai have any accidents?"

"He's fine."

"What about the collection in the store?"

"Some were burned, some were kept by others."

"Others?" Teng Rong looked at Wu Xingchen, who lowered his head, "An old acquaintance of him."

"I wonder if Mr. Ruyi Zhai plans to reopen?"

Wu Xingchen was not very happy: "I don't know much about him."

Teng Rong didn't say any more, and kept his polite attitude.Wu Xingchen knew that he had offended him, and wanted to express his apology, but he thought that Ruyizhai came to the church under his own guise, as if the relationship between the two was so close. As a result, the antique shop was burned, and his Haven't all the belongings been moved to Yuanyuan's place, Wu Xingchen felt restless and didn't want to say a word.

Teng Rong led Wu Xingchen into the "chairman's office" that the woman called.The office is very spacious and has no windows, but through the hole in the wall, it can be seen that it is already dark outside.Some church members were busy moving tables and chairs into the room, and some were carrying fruit snacks and drinks. A girl walked past Wu Xingchen with a large pot of stew. She nodded to Teng Rong and put the stew The dishes were placed on a long table, and there were already strawberry cream cake, chocolate biscuits, crystal jelly and other sweets on the table.Wu Xingchen hadn't eaten for a while, smelling the aroma of the stew, he couldn't help swallowing.

Teng Rong said at this time: "At night, members of the church will hold listening sessions here."

Teng Rong asked Wu Xingchen: "Do you want to stay and participate?"

Wu Xingchen pointed to himself: "Isn't it a good thing if you're not a member?"

Another girl passed them by with a plate of pan-fried lamb chops, Wu Xingchen was beating a drum in his stomach, and he said, "I've bothered you for long enough..."

He intends to leave in order to find a place to fill his stomach, but with his hands in his pockets, he is a little discouraged. He is penniless, and I'm afraid he won't even be able to eat a piece of nutrition cake.

At this time, Teng Rong said: "The vegetables here are all grown by the members of the church, and the chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep are also cultivated by the members. Don't you want to taste the difference between them and the nutritious meals outside?"

As he spoke, Teng Rong poured a glass of fruit juice, took a sip, and smiled at Wu Xingchen.Wu Xingchen hurriedly walked down the steps he made, also poured a glass of juice, and took a big gulp.The juice is sweet, like oranges and tangerines mixed together.Wu Xingchen took another cup after drinking it.After two cups of fruit juice, Teng Rong handed him another bowl of stewed vegetables. Wu Xingchen ate for a while, and saw a thin boy walking towards the office staggering against a tripod, he put down the bowl, He hurried to help and hugged the tripod for him, the boy thanked him repeatedly, Wu Xingchen looked at Teng Rong and smiled with him.Let him eat and drink for free, and he can't get rid of this face.Teng Rong returned a smiling face and helped to decorate the office. Some members were trying to arrange twenty or so chairs in a circle.

Circle, ring, circle, it seems to be everywhere.

"Just put it here," said the boy.

Wu Xingchen put down the tripod at the place designated by the boy, and asked, "What is this tripod used for?"

The boy gestured for a mirror with both hands, and said, "Placing it here can capture everyone attending the listening session."

"Then there is still a lack of cameras?" Wu Xingchen said.As soon as the boy patted him, his big eyes lit up, and he dragged Wu Xingchen to the corridor, saying, "Come, come, let's go here."

The boy dragged Wu Xingchen into a narrow, airtight room, and he turned on the light. There was only one table in this room, and two cabinets standing upright.There is a table between the cabinet, and on the table is an old-fashioned TV set with a VCR on top of it. There is a console in front of the TV, a pair of headphones, and inside the cabinet, there are boxes of video tapes.Wu Xingchen found that each video tape had a label with the recording date on it.

The boy climbed onto the table, took out a video camera from behind the TV, held it in his arms, and said, "Every listening session will be recorded and kept as a record."

"Every game?"

"Yes."

"When did this habit start?"

"It started a long, long time ago, from the beginning." The boy said, shaking the camera in his hand: "Then do you know what this is?"

"This is..." The identification of image-related items is not Wu Xingchen's strong point. He has only learned some superficial knowledge in school. The video camera in the boy's hand looks like some kind of video equipment that was popular in the 80s. Whether the home video system is a Beta video system, he couldn't tell for sure, and said, "It's a handheld video recorder from the 80s of the twentieth century."

As soon as the boy patted him, he blew a whistle: "You're pretty smart! This is an antique! Did you know that this is the Beta handheld video camera launched in the 80s, which is the world's first handheld video camera! Although It can only be recorded for an hour, and because of this, it was soon replaced by home video systems, but the beta video tape is small in size, has a wider audio range, better picture quality, and its tape surface is smoother, which means it is better at collecting brightness signals superior……"

The boy was chattering like a person, and Wu Xingchen couldn't help asking him, "Do you know a man named Mai Barley?"

The boy blinked, turned the camera over, and signaled Wu Xingchen to look closer.There is a sticker on the bottom of the handheld camera that reads: Owned by Mai Barley.

The boy jumped off the table, dragged Wu Xingchen to hide under the table and talked, his voice was soft, very soft.The boy said: "You must not tell others, it is not allowed."

"Can't put labels on things?"

"Items cannot be privatized."

"Privatization..." Wu Xingchen thought of something, and asked the boy, "Since privatization is not allowed, why don't you tear off the label?"

The boy said: "Maybe he is the god of photography, and he can bless every recording smoothly."

Wu Xingchen laughed.The boy pursed his lips, crossed his arms, crossed his legs, and said: "Anyway, the video tapes in stock are almost used up, and we have to change to another machine by then, and no one will touch this machine anymore. Let it stay!" He asked Wu Xingchen, "Do you know this barley?"

Wu Xingchen said, "He... likes watching movies."

The boy asked him: "Then do you like it?"

"See a movie?"

"Enter a world created by others."

Wu Xingchen shook his head: "I don't know..."

The boy looked at him and drew a circle with his hands: "Have you ever thought that maybe we all live in a world created by someone."

"That's the idea of ​​a lot of religions."

"It's not about God, it's about an ordinary person, an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary, and everything here is that person's hallucinations, fantasies." The boy pointed to himself, and then to Wu Xingchen, "Are you The imaginary character, you are not you, and your words and deeds are actually not controlled by yourself."

Wu Xingchen said: "You will like barley, and you will get along very well."

Someone knocked on the door outside and shouted: "1289, the listening session is about to begin!"

Wu Xingchen looked at the boy, and the boy opened his collar, only to see the four Arabic numerals "1289" engraved on his collarbone.Wu Xingchen said: "Don't you have a name? Your president has a name, and barley... and..."

Who else, he really couldn't say.

Wu Xingchen came to his senses, "No wonder you think Mai Barley is the god of photography... In your concept, can gods have names?"

The boy said indifferently: "The name is just a code name, and the code name is the name. Both the name and the code name are for other people. What does it matter what others call you? You just know who you are."

He returned to the president's office with the camera and Wu Xingchen.The boy said again: "The president is not a god. The president is a symbol, not a code name, so the president can have a name."

Isn't God just a symbol?Wu Xingchen wanted to say this, but the office was unusually quiet, the circle had already been formed, every chair was filled with people, and Teng Rong was also there.Wu Xingchen didn't say anything.

The boy closed the door and pointed to the tripod at Wu Xingchen. The boy reached Wu Xingchen's waist and couldn't reach the top of the tripod. Wu Xingchen picked him up and the boy put the camera on.Teng Rong looked at him, the boy nodded and started recording.