Crossing

It was the time when the sun was strong, so the dense mist on the water surface was able to disperse, and she clearly saw an indistinct figure attached to the stone.

So Meng Po was overjoyed and shouted: "Lonely soul! Lonely soul! So you are still there."

The expected answer didn't come immediately, but after a long hesitation, I heard a hoarse voice say: "Little lady is calling me?"

Po Meng frowned, and replied: "Look around, there are no other people around. If I don't talk to you, who else can I talk to? Why don't you think you don't know me if you haven't talked to me for a few days."

"I didn't do it on purpose. It's just that I really can't remember the past two days. Please forgive me, little lady."

"I thought you were an honest person before, but it turns out that you are also full of lies. If you think I'm annoying and ignore you, why bother to talk so many useless words to perfuse me." Meng Po was angry.

"Little lady, don't misunderstand me." The lonely soul was also anxious, "Today is really the first time for you. Anyone who sees this beautiful lady can't forget it."

"You are talking nonsense again. I don't know what I look like. Where did I come from?" No one can refuse other people's compliments, so Meng Po's voice is not as serious as before. Do you remember?"

"Don't dare to lie to my lady, but I slept last night, and I don't remember anything when I wake up today." The lonely soul's voice couldn't tell that there was any false element,

"Then have you forgotten what we talked about the day before yesterday?"

"Please remind me, little lady."

"Well, they are all insignificant things. Since you have forgotten it, forget it. I called you yesterday evening and thought that you must have been washed away by the water. I was sad for a long time,"

"I fell asleep yesterday for some reason, and my time is running out. These days, I have been inexplicably lethargic. I am really sorry for making the little lady sad." The lonely soul said.

"It's really hard to change your nature. You can't change your rhetoric when you're out of your wits. It's a coincidence that I fell asleep last night and had a dream."

"Oh? What kind of dream is it? Can you tell me about it."

"I dreamed about the year I got married, and my family and husband. It was really a wonderful dream." Thinking of the end of the dream, a sweet and shy smile appeared on Po Meng's face. .

"It's really a good dream, not like my weird nightmares."

"Are those dreams also your past?" Po Meng became curious.

"Maybe or maybe not." The lonely soul replied vaguely.

"You man, everything you say is full of twists and turns, don't you know if it's true or not?" Granny Meng was a little annoyed.

"Little lady, don't be too busy getting angry. It turns out that there are too many people's memories in this water. I soak in this water. I don't know when I will be able to pick up other people's memories for nothing. After a long time, I won't be able to tell whether it is someone else's memory." Who owns it." The lonely soul explained.

Thinking about it this way, Gu Hun is also a poor man, let alone his soul is scattered, and he has to accept the memories of others. How many vicious and vicious people have been immersed in the Santu River since ancient times, it is no wonder that he always has bad dreams .

"Then you must have seen many horrible scenes in your dreams."

"I wasn't used to it at first, but now I can handle it with a normal heart. It's just that I can't understand the cause of my death, which really makes me regret. Little lady, do you still remember how you died?"

"Why do you always ask about other people's sad things?" Meng Po scolded.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty didn't intend to offend you. I just asked it unintentionally without thinking about anything else. If the lady doesn't want to mention it, just pretend you didn't hear it." The lonely soul also felt that his question was too impolite, and his voice became embarrassing.

"I'm dead, so what else can I say." Granny Meng's voice could not conceal the depression, "I remember it was a warm year, and the weather started to warm up just after the first lunar month, and the suburbs were already green in March. In the middle of March, my husband proposed to go to a temple outside the city to offer incense, praying for the Buddha to bless us in safety and health. On the way back, I encountered bandits, and I was terrified. I didn’t know what was going on in the chaos. When I came back to my senses, the clothes on my body were already stained with blood. It’s a pity that my newly made clothes were made of the crescent white satin material brought back by my husband, and some silver cloud patterns were embroidered on it, which was very beautiful. Yes. I have been reluctant to wear that dress, thinking about finding an unusual day to wear it again, but no matter how plain clothes and the atmosphere of the New Year are not suitable, so I put it off again and again. Then The day is still my husband said that the month when the grass grows and the warbler flies is suitable for wearing some elegant clothes, who knew it would be like this."

After saying this, Po Meng lowered her head, said nothing more, turned around and left the bridge railing, and returned to the soup pot.The lonely soul watched Granny Meng leave silently in the water, and knew that she must be extremely sad, and wanted to comfort her but couldn't, so he fell silent with her.

After a while, a newly mourned soul came from the other side of the bridge. He watched the beautiful woman on the bridge temporarily put away her sadness and devoted herself to her busy life. The lonely soul thought that Po Meng would not come to talk to him again for a while, so he lowered his body. He landed on a rock and still submerged himself with the water of the river.

"That's great," he thought to himself, "whether it's sad or happy, I still have some memories. I can't even remember what happened half a month ago, so what's the point of holding on. If it wasn't for years and months Attached to this stone, the lower body has already fused with the stone, and I have let myself drift away with the current for a long time."

There were more souls on the bridge, and there was a faint noise spreading across the river and underwater.Probably the newly mourned rogue ghost is entangled in every possible way and doesn't want to drink soup. It's like this every day, and there is nothing new, and it can't arouse my curiosity.But the sound was not real when it reached him, so there was only annoying noise left.

What's worse is that the water is not clean, as long as he moves his head casually, he doesn't know whose memory he picked up.So when he was bored, he often passed the time like this. Although most of the bad memories he picked up were bad memories, but as long as these tragic encounters had nothing to do with his own experience, how was it different from a storybook for him? They are all other people's stories, and I just need to sigh a few times with sympathy.

Speaking of the many dreams he had recently, there were two that he could never forget.The reason why I can't forget it is nothing more than that when he was tired of watching the joys and sorrows in the world, he suddenly picked up two stories that did not belong to ordinary people. It's hard to talk about it when you wake up, so I miss him a few times.

The first dream is about a bandit.There is no way of knowing what this bandit's real name is, but his nickname is Wild Wolf.The name Barbarian Wolf was given to him by himself, because his real name was too incompatible with the bandits and bandits. In the beginning, some brothers always used his real name, Wen Zou Zou, to make fun of him.He didn't mind these jokes very much, vulgar people have their own vulgar pleasures, and it would appear that he was too petty if he took it seriously, but at that time he knew that sooner or later he would sit in the position of bandit leader, why not call this name earlier Chang Chang changed his prestige.

As for why he firmly believed that one day he would be king, it was because he felt that his heart was cruel enough.

Man Lang's father is a poor teacher, thin and sickly, he said that when he was young, he slept on the blue stone steps of the street in order to save the money for the hotel on the way to the exam, and it rained heavily in the middle of the night, but he couldn't help it. There is nowhere to hide, the cold evil enters the body, and the high fever does not subside, so the road to the exam is forced to end after just the beginning.

He didn't think about it, but it was the root cause of his illness, so Manlang's father no longer had the ambition to seek fame and fame. Instead, he taught children in nearby villages to read and write while recovering from his illness, in exchange for a little rice to make ends meet.

The wild wolf has no mother. He is an abandoned baby picked up by the teacher. The teacher gave him a name and raised him. The father and son live a life of mutual dependence.The husband placed great hopes on him, urging him to study and study day and night, dreaming that in the future, when the wild wolf grows up, he can realize his wish of obtaining fame in the past.

Barbarian Wolf did not live up to Mr.'s expectations of him. Whatever Mr. told him, Barbarian Wolf will try his best to do well.He has been an exceptionally obedient child since he was a child. Even though he lived in poverty, he never complained about anything, but he kept holding a sigh of relief in his heart. He thought that as long as he could pass the exam and get an official position, he would make his father's life better. It's time, otherwise he has no other way to repay his father for his life-saving and upbringing except to study hard.

When I was 19 years old, the winter was extremely cold, and it snowed for three consecutive days, drowning everything around me, and my husband’s illness became more and more serious because of the sudden cold winter.Barbarian Wolf couldn't fall asleep listening to his father's coughing, "How long will it take for me to get ahead? Can Dad wait until that day?" Thinking in his heart, he was full of uneasiness and anxiety.

On the morning of the fourth day, the weather finally cleared up.The winter sun is warm and warm, but it is not as hurtful as the scorching heat. Just after lunch, taking advantage of the sun, the wild wolf cleared the snow in the yard and asked Dad to come out and sit in the sun.

"Father thought about it for a long time last night. I wonder if you would like to go to Beijing by yourself." Father said slowly while basking in the sun.

"You have grown up, you are upright, and you are diligent in your studies. There is not much that father can teach you. Why don't you go to the capital to gain some experience. If you are lucky enough to meet Bole and appreciate it, it will be your blessing. If you don't need to learn from father It’s fine if you haven’t taught it before, what do you think?”

Father's face is full of anticipation that hasn't faded in 19 years. In fact, the wild wolf has no yearning for the capital.He couldn't let go of his father's weakening body. In this remote village, without his dependent self, if there was another snowy day like this, there would be no one around his father who could sweep the snow.

After hesitating several times, the wild wolf finally agreed to his father.

Dad stood up happily and said, "Then I'll go and borrow some money for you to go to Beijing."

The wild wolf wanted to stop him: "Father, don't worry, I'm not going to leave tomorrow anyway."

"Isn't this planning for a rainy day and being prepared for any danger?"

The wild wolf is destined not to have the chance to go to the capital in this life.That day he watched his father go out, happily turned into the side road, but he never saw his father coming back.

Dad is dead.Died on the road to a neighboring village.

The mountain was blocked by heavy snow, so it was not only the people in the village who were starving, but also the bandits who occupied the mountain as king.In the rare sunny weather, the joyful father encountered a group of tyrannical bandits on that deserted road. He could have saved his life by handing over the money in his arms, but naturally it was impossible for father to give up this little And precious travel expenses.

It was getting late, and my father stayed away for a long time.Savage Wolf suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and went from house to house to inquire. When he found him, the blood all over his father's body had already frozen.

Barbarian Wolf will always remember the helpless expression on the county magistrate's face when he went to report the case, and Barbarian Wolf immediately understood that the benevolence and morality he has learned for more than ten years and the law he firmly believes in cannot give his father justice.So he didn't say another word, and went home with his father's thin body in his arms.

Later, he simply became a bandit himself.Starting from the most humble little guy, he was quickly promoted because of his courage and ruthlessness.Everyone said that Man Lang didn't look like the teacher's son at all, but more like he grew up in a den of bandits.

"Who knows the reason for abandoning his biological parents back then, maybe they were bandits. As long as ordinary people's lives are not difficult, how can they abandon their children so easily."

Day by day, Barbarian Wolf forgot that it took him several years to become the bandit leader, but he couldn't forget what he was going to do on this day.

"Since the brothers trust me and are willing to let me be the leader, then naturally I can't let you down." Standing in front of the blazing bonfire, the wild wolf raised his glass, "over the years, the brothers have suffered too much from the Dongshan bandits Furious, today I make an oath to all of you that I will eradicate the Dongshan bandit den in one fell swoop! Brothers, come on, drink this glass of wine! Wait for everyone to eradicate Dongshan to kill pigs and eat meat!"

"Eradicate Dongshan! Kill pigs and eat meat!"

"Eradicate Dongshan! Kill pigs and eat meat!"

The fire in Dongshan burned for three days and three nights.It reminded him of the heavy snow in the winter when he was 19 years old. It fell from the wolf's heart for so many years, as if it would never stop.Barbarian Wolf ordered his men to surround the exits of Dongshan, not to let anyone go.Hearing the screams echoing in Dongshan, the wild wolf finally felt relieved.

This is the justice he wants. As for right and wrong, is it really that important?

In the next few years, the wild wolf annexed more mountains in the fight, and his gang gradually grew, until it became a hidden danger, and the government could no longer sit idly by.In the end, he died in the battle of officers and soldiers to suppress bandits.

The second dream is about a man named Zhang Fushun.Fushun is a well-known kind man in the village, although most of his actions make it hard to tell whether it is out of kindness or cowardice.Fushun always takes an acquiescing attitude towards those behaviors that covet him for petty gains, but every time he explains it to others, Fushun always says why there is no need to be so dispensable, and everyone in the village knows that Fushun's whole family He can barely live on the barren one-third of an acre of land, so no one knows where he got his surplus and doesn't care about those things that are dispensable.

So Fushun's slightly superfluous tolerance became a joke among neighbors.

"Look at Zhang Fushun's virtue, could it be that there is something missing in his mind."

"Who doesn't know that he has been like that since he was a child. If there is no elder brother Changshun to take care of him, how can such a heartless person marry a wife."

"Hey, a few days ago, I watched a few half-grown men from the neighboring village surrounded him and pushed him for a long time. You said that he is also a father, how could he be bullied by a few children? go."

"Changshun's fate is also hard. When he meets a debt collector, how long will he have to help his younger brother?"

Fushun knew all about these and other gossip.No matter what he should listen to or what he should not listen to, as if he was expected not to be angry, these neighbors never shy away from him when they were talking about it.Therefore, Fushun seemed to be really deaf, walking around the streets as if nothing had happened while pretending to be deaf for many years.

"That's great. They say they're happy. As long as you don't have trouble with me, then I'll be happy too." Fushun feels that in life, if you have to worry about things, it will be so tiring to live. He really doesn't want to be like this tired.Besides, I really don't have the ability to resist. If I suffer a little loss in exchange for peace and stability, it's worth it.

Fushun's family is poor, his parents died early, and he has to rely on his elder brother for everything.The only little money in the family was to focus on the eldest brother's marriage. By the time Fushun finished the marriage in a hurry, he was already twenty and six.Fushun's wife was not a local. She came here from begging because of a famine in her hometown, and she fainted at the door of Fushun's house.Fushun gave her a bowl of rice soup, and the marriage was completed.

The world is difficult, and life is not easy for ordinary people. The eldest brother is naturally one of the ordinary people.In fact, my elder brother is not as good as the villagers say, at least where they can't see, my elder brother is not just the calm and capable elder brother.The eldest brother's real personality is very irritable, and it is common for him to sneer at Fushun in private, and sometimes he will scold and scold Fushun when he is extremely upset.

"What will everyone say if they know Changshun's true face?" Fushun sometimes thinks this way, but Fushun never puts his thoughts into action.He believes that different people have different ways of living, just like the status quo of being worthless is the way of life he chooses, living with a mask is also the way of life chosen by his elder brother.It is precisely because he can understand that Fushun never blames his elder brother.

Fushun never denied the fact that he was worthless, on the contrary, Fushun didn't think it was a shame to be worthless.In his opinion, success is not that important. Although his family of three can't eat enough food a few times a year, Fushun really thinks that there is nothing wrong with living a life without fighting.If you don’t have enough food, eat a few bites, and if you don’t have enough money, you can mend old clothes. Even if you don’t eat well and don’t wear warm clothes, you are still living well.Why do people have to strive for the top?Why do so many people enjoy teaching others how to live?Why is it wrong to be unpromising?Can't everyone just focus on their own lives?

He didn't tell anyone the question in his heart, so naturally he couldn't get an answer.

Fushun died in a warm autumn.It happened to be a good year, and my own Susukita also produced more food. Although I couldn't save much, at least I didn't have to go hungry this year.Fushun happily returned home with a scythe for harvesting wheat. The old Li Tou next door was sitting at the gate of the yard basking in the sun. When he saw him, he grinned with his teeth-less mouth and said, "Fushun!" , Your elder brother is here to deliver food to you again."

When Fushun entered the door, he saw his eldest brother sitting cross-legged on the kang. Perhaps his harvest this year was good, so he looked very happy today, and brought Fushun a jar of wine. Opened the seal and drank alone.

Brother "Fushun" called him, "Come here, let's drink some wine together."

Fushun agreed to take off his shoes and sat opposite his eldest brother, and conveniently put the sickle that he hadn't had time to put away on the side of the kang.The two talked and drank cup after cup.After drinking for three rounds after a while, the elder brother was a little drunk and began to talk more, and Fushun also felt his cheeks were slightly hot.

"I said you are too stupid." The eldest brother raised his tongue and raised his voice a lot, "But you are blessed, you picked up a wife for nothing, and then gave birth to a son."

Fushun raised his head and saw his six-year-old son standing safely in the yard, looking at himself on the kang timidly.

Chang Shun beckoned to Ping'an, "Come, come to Uncle." Seeing that Ping'an was hesitant to come, he raised his voice and said, "Come here!"

Pingan tremblingly moved to the front of the kang, his big eyes were full of fear.

"Oh! Take a closer look at what your son looks like, but he doesn't look like you." Changshun sneered, "But he is really like you. He is as courageous as a grain of rice. If he can't guarantee the future, he will be worthless."

The elder brother's voice was too loud, which made Fushun's mind buzzing, and because of the alcohol, his consciousness began to be a little hazy, but he felt his body was light and light, as if he was about to break through something and fly.

"Why don't you just call me daddy? You recognize me as your daddy, and I'll be happy when I help you in the future." Changshun was still rambling on, and he stuck everything into Fushun's ears.

"Brother, don't make such jokes to scare the children." Fushun stopped.

"A joke? Do you think I'm joking? Anyway, you can't afford it anyway, and I don't think I have too many sons." Ping'an already had an expression on his face that was about to cry.

"Ping'an, Daddy has good wine, do you want to drink it or not?" Changshun said, taking the wine bowl on the table to Ping'an's mouth.

"Big brother, big brother can't do it." Fushun was also in a hurry, and hurriedly stood up and tried to block Changshun's hand. His chest was burning from the inside out because of the hot wine, "Ping'an is still young, you can't drink."

"If it's your son, of course I can't. Ping'an is my son after drinking today, and you dare to stop me with anything." Changshun's eyes were as big as cowbells.

With a bang, the alcohol in his stomach burned his brain along his bones.Fushun looked at Ping'an, who was full of tears, and without thinking, he picked up the sickle beside the kang and slashed at Changshun.

When the chest was stabbed, the splashed blood dripped into the eyes, dyeing the world into a blood-red hell.

When the tingling sensation on his feet came, Fushun realized that he had run to his own field, the freshly cut wheat stalks stuck into his bare feet, and most of them woke up from the wine when the cool wind blew.

The chest was extremely free, and the breath was filled with a taste of freedom that I had never experienced before. Fushun laughed against the wind. It turned out that the feeling of taking off the mask was so good.

"What will they say? Is it that I lost my mind and killed my elder brother? Or say: 'Impossible! How could Zhang Fushun have such courage', or someone will say that I am possessed by a demon? Or that I was drunk for a while Impulsive? Ha! Those faces who think they know everything are really stupid, and they are living like mud, so stop judging others."

Fushun put the bloody sickle around his neck, and his laughter spread throughout the field.The autumn in the warm wheat field that year became the most beautiful and also the last scenery Fushun had ever seen in his life.

Lonely souls sometimes wonder whether the meaning of life lies in experiencing all kinds of suffering, and then ushering in the end of confusion or detachment in the suffering.Since everyone is born towards death, and since there is no major event other than life and death, then excluding the step of death, is there any point in worrying and being persistent just in terms of the thousands of pasts in it.

"Since they are all going to die, it doesn't matter if you get more or less." Where I don't know, will there be someone who has been persuading me to let go like this all his life, and what will be the end of such a person in the end?

These questions, however, remain unanswered.