Of Mountains and Rivers

It is said that when a person is dying, he will see a ray of light, and when he walks in, he will be able to look back at the world. At this time, there is only a thin line between life and death. The result depends on which way the person's legs are going. up.

Chu Huan saw the light in the darkness.

He involuntarily took a few steps towards that side, and then he realized something, he stopped hesitantly, and looked down at his hand, the fingers seemed to be missing something.

He was a little confused, and it took him a long time to recall that the token that he had promised to live to be seventy or eighty—the ring, was gone.

Suddenly, those grotesque dead flowers, big vines covered with thorns and piles of bones flashed before his eyes one after another. Chu Huan was stunned, touched himself twice, and thought: "So Am I dying?"

I heard that when he was at his worst, he occasionally showed a look on his face that he wanted to jump off the stairs. Chu Aiguo's presbyopic eyes could see it, and he did let go of his hands on the cliff once in a very hopeless way—but None of this means he really wants to die.

How many people in the world really want to die?

In fact, most of them are just a difference of thought, or they can't help themselves.

Chu Huan looked back in a daze, and found that there was a deep darkness behind him, and he could no longer find the way to come.

In fact, it's strange to say that in a person's life, whenever he thinks of looking back, he must be in a situation where he can't find the way back, so most of the time looking is useless.

Chu Huan was timid, but he didn't want to admit it frankly, so he walked forward bravely, and melted into the beam of light in a trance. Chu Huan closed his eyes and opened them again, and found that he seemed to have returned to the small apartment where he lived. downstairs.

There are supermarkets in this community, a neatly marked parking lot, and a green belt taken care of by the property management. Standing at the intersection, you can still see the busy traffic on the avenue behind the residential area. A little further away is the subway station, and there are countless times every day. The "subway" that Nanshan has always yearned for.

He heard a soft cat meow and looked down to see Big Mi jump out of a tree and wrap his tail around his legs.

Chu Huan picked up the cat, stroked the little furry head, and then he seemed to feel something, turned around, and saw an old man with poor legs and feet walking towards him with a stick.

The old man's walking stick knocked tremblingly on the ground. It was thin and tall, like a bamboo chopstick trembling in the wind. While supporting him perfunctorily with the stick, he only looked around curiously, as if Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden and was in a hurry. He sighed to Chu Huan and said, "God, what a bitch, why do you have so many people here? Do you know this large group?"

Of course Chu Huan didn't know him - he lived here for three years, and he didn't even meet his neighbors.

He had no time to explain, and had countless questions in his mind.

"Brother, why are you here?" Chu Huan first glanced at the stick in surprise, then turned to the old man, "Dad, why are you here too?"

The stick didn't answer, just smiled, that smile was gentle and virtuous, and it was a bit creepy on his face.

Chu Aiguo swung the mallet away, threw the crutch aside, sat down on the curb panting, looked Chu Huan up and down with his small eyes full of joy, and then nodded in satisfaction and said, "You , and now he looks a bit like a dog."

Chu Huan lowered his head and looked at himself, only to see that there was only one pair of trousers left on his body, and one of the trouser legs was still in half. From top to bottom, the image of every cell was very sharp. It was very puzzling, so I had no choice but to raise my hand and rub my chin: "You, you are getting more and more avant-garde now, how are you doing over there?"

Chu Aiguo snorted: "You're so poor, raising a child is worse than a dog, and there's no one who burns paper during the holidays."

As soon as Chu Huan walked up to him, Chu Aiguo beat him with a cane in the wind and rain. Chu Huan let out an "Ouch" and jumped away with one leg. Looking at Chu Aiguo's angry expression again, he didn't dare to hide too far. I had no choice but to sway from side to side in the same place: "Dad, what are you doing, Dad? I still have friends here, you let people see the joke..."

Before he finished speaking, the mallet had already raised his hand, blindfolded himself, and grinned at him, he was really a talented bitch.

As Chu Aiguo spoke, it seemed that sadness came from it: "Where is my daughter-in-law? Where is my grandson? Just let you get rid of it, you can do it, Chu Huan, I went there, no one I can control you, right? You are lawless, messing with a man—that’s fine, you don’t even feel any guilt or struggle in your heart, what do you think you are?"

Chu Huan: "..."

He didn't understand the point of this reproach, whether he said that he shouldn't disturb the foundation, or that he should stir it up a little more.

The thick patriotic whipped Chu Huan from head to toe, and became a gourd with anger. He pointed at Chu Huan tremblingly, and said sadly: "There are so many big girls and young wives in the world, what kind of muscle are you? It’s wrong, why do you have to find a man? You don’t have anything on him, huh?”

Chu Huan slowly half-knelt down, lowered his head, took off his glasses, and slowly wiped them with the corner of Chu Aiguo's clothes. .”

Chu Aiguo sighed.

Many figures suddenly appeared behind him, and Yuan Ping was among them—it wasn't the one born in the holy spring, this Yuan Ping still had healthy, wheat-colored skin, and he was wearing a sheet of seven dissatisfied eight people. An unhappy face...a shocking blood hole on his forehead.

Chu Huan glanced over each of them, and then asked softly, "Dad, are you here to take me away?"

Chu Aiguo raised his eyes: "Do you want to come with me?"

Chu Huan's feet were empty, as if he had returned to that cliff again. He hung himself on a branch of a tree with one hand. Under his feet was a bottomless abyss. people.

Before Chu Huan could be surprised, a burst of unbearable pain suddenly rolled over his body, as if his whole body was thrown into a frying pan, his whole body twitched, but his fingers tightly clasped the rough tree trunk .

This long punishment seemed to be only the beginning, and the torture was endless.

It didn't take long for Chu Huan's arm to bulge, the muscle seemed to be snapped, and blood was drawn between his fingers.

He heard Chu Aiguo say beside him: "If you feel pain and want to let go, then we will follow you."

But Chu Huan didn't know why, the more he was tortured, the tighter he clasped the tree's hand, and the veins on the back of his hand grew out. Desperately want to live.

"Nan... Nanshan..." When these two words blurted out, there seemed to be some kind of magical power in the name, and Chu Huan couldn't help shouting hoarsely, "Nanshan! Nanshan!"

He didn't know how long he hung from that precarious branch, or how many times he rolled the frying pan until his vision was blurred and the pain had turned into numbness.

Suddenly, Chu Huan's eyes went dark, his feet suddenly touched the ground, his bloody fingers recovered visibly to the naked eye, Chu Huan staggered on his feet, and suddenly turned around, seeing all the lights shrank into a gap behind him, Chu Aiguo was supported by the mallet, and stood there watching him quietly.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to survive it." Chu Aiguo said, throwing something at him, Chu Huan reached out and grabbed it—it was the ring.

"Go to yours." Chu Aiguo waved at him, "If you want to, find someone to make a new pair of good-looking ones to wear - don't forget to burn some paper for me, I need money to find your stepmother of."

Chu Huan was stunned for a moment, seeing that Chu Aiguo was about to turn around and leave with the stick supported, Chu Huan quickly grabbed him: "Wait, Dad, let this brother go back with me."

The mallet patted the back of his hand: "I can't go back, what a bitch, please help me take care of my son."

Chu Huan felt ominous, and forced a smile: "Your son is in trouble, I don't care, you go back by yourself."

Bangchui sighed, turned around, and faced Chu Huan with his chest. There was a huge blood hole there, like a broken door that had been hollowed out. Chu Huan was taken aback, but Bangchui looked at him with a sense of loss: " What a bitch, I really can't go back."

Chu Huan's pupils shrank suddenly, Bang Chui smiled, and said: "Our patriarch is going crazy, I dare not keep you, go."

After finishing speaking, he pushed Chu Huan violently, and Chu Huan instinctively grabbed at nothing in the void, but he didn't catch anything.

He seemed to have fallen from an infinite height, experienced dire straits, and had skin cramps. Only then did he return to his place like a ghost from another world. His vision was blurred. In the next second, heart-piercing pain swept over him, and Chu Huan even had the strength to curl himself up. None, a muffled groan escaped from his throat.

Nan Shan opened his tightly locked jaw and passed a sip of water over. Chu Huan was stunned and mentally shocked, thinking: "This is true."

Before he had time to recover from the life-and-death chaos, he wanted to go downhill to play a hooligan, but unfortunately he couldn't pull up any strength. He only woke up for a moment, and soon fell into a deeper coma.

He woke up and fell asleep, and he didn't know how long it had passed, but every time he opened his eyes, Nanshan hugged him tightly, as if he had never let go.

When he finally regained a little consciousness, he found that it was already dark outside.

Chu Huan was alarmed by Yuan Ping's low voice, he heard Yuan Ping say to Nanshan: "Patriarch, please let him go for a while, at least eat a few bites and move around——hasn't his fever gone? "

Nanshan didn't make a sound, but the long hair that fell on Chu Huan's shoulder moved slightly, probably shaking his head.

Yuan Ping sighed: "Don't worry, really, this guy is a cockroach, as long as he doesn't die on the spot, he won't die."

Chu Huan couldn't listen anymore, and regardless of his weakness and hoarse voice, he said with difficulty: "...please get away."

Nan Shan trembled, and anxiously brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, surprised and delighted: "Chu Huan?"

Chu Huan raised his shoulder a little, and suddenly felt a sharp pain.

"Don't move." Nanshan tightened his hands and quickly pressed him down, "Do you want water? Are you hungry? Does it hurt?"

Chu Huan: "It hurts."

Nanshan's breath stagnates.

Chu Huan felt as if he had walked a long way before returning. He was about to die of exhaustion. His body was exhausted. When he saw that man, he was filled with peace of mind. He smiled slightly and said inaudibly: " Give me a kiss."

Yuan Ping, who was forgotten on the side, tasted a lot of unpleasantness, and thought sourly: "I am still poking at the side at my age, do you think I am invisible?"

Forget about the light bulb, it was still a neglected light bulb—Yuan Ping gave the half-dead Chu Huan an indignant look, stood up and left.

Nanshan took a deep breath, whispered into Chu Huan's ear, and said softly: "When you go back with me, you can accept a blood exchange, okay? I don't want you to swear. In the future, you can leave if you want, stay if you want, I will Don't want anything, okay?"

Chu Huan raised his hand and clasped his fingers tightly.

"You are stupid," Chu Huan thought in his heart, "why don't you ask who I came back for?"

Because of Chu Huan's injury, they stayed in place for several days, and Nanshan basically kept watch over him, until Chu Huan basically recovered his ability to move, Yuan Ping finally got a chance to talk to him alone.

"I have something to ask you." Yuan Ping sat down on the side sullenly. Seeing Chu Huan'ai ignoring the answer, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and kicked him on the thigh. "Talk to you—what are you talking about?" ... mixed up with a man, will your father beat you to death if he finds out?"

"It happened, just two days ago." Chu Huan raised a hand and put it on his forehead. After a while, he opened his lips and said inaudibly, "My dad is gone."

Yuan Ping pulled out a piece of grass from the ground, pulled it into pieces, and threw it on the ground. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said without going to the village or behind the shop: "What did you say 'can't think about' the other day?" mean?"

Chu Huan didn't think about it for a moment, and gave a questionable "hmm".

Yuan Ping: "'There is no color in the air, no perception, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, and touch'. My mother believes in Buddhism. I heard her say it when I was a child. How do you know?"

Chu Huan didn't answer for a moment.

Yuan Ping asked persistently: "Aren't you a running dog of materialism, are you most annoyed by these nagging feudal superstitions?"

"I just said it casually." Chu Huan said softly, he pursed his lips, his lips were dry and chapped, and he looked a little haggard, "Sometimes when people encounter some unsolvable things, they will know that they are not The almighty will instinctively want an explanation to help him get over it."

Yuan Ping finished pulling the whole dry grass, and then said: "For example, using a certain religious perspective, pretending that you are on a higher plane, and pretending that everything you encounter in this world is an illusory ordeal to help you practice, your heart will There will be a kind of strength in an iron shirt."

Chu Huan smiled: "Is it chicken soup for the soul? Unfortunately, in the end, I still couldn't convince myself, I couldn't believe it."

Yuan Ping was silent for a longer time, and after a while, he finally said: "The past two days... haven't seen the club, so why don't you ask?"

"I know." Chu Huan said, "I saw him and asked me to take care of his son."

Yuan Ping's nose was sour, and tears almost fell down. He suddenly understood Chu Huan's feelings for so many years.

He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose fiercely, holding back his tears: "I didn't do it for you, understand? I just did what I should do."

Chu Huan: "I understand."

After speaking, Chu Huan finally turned his head and looked at Yuan Ping, the eyes of the two of them collided lightly as if separated by time, Chu Huan said: "I also did what I should do, although it took a little longer. "

He felt that a stone that had been stuck in his chest seemed to suddenly shatter, as if after a long time, he finally shook hands with himself and smiled to put an end to his grievances.

Yuan Ping's tears finally fell, but he felt ashamed again, and quickly wiped them away: "How are my parents?"

Chu Huan: "Auntie is gone, uncle...he insists on going to live in a nursing home by himself, Lao Wang and I visit him occasionally."

Yuan Ping looked away, his thick eyebrows trembled for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Do you think people have a next life?"

There is no next life, and both of their lackeys of materialism once believed in it.

However, as time passed and circumstances changed, Chu Huan remained silent for a long time, and only replied: "Yes."

Yuan Ping: "Can we meet again in the next life?"

Chu Huan said firmly: "Yes."