Chapter 5 Section 1

I was trying to remember in Wanshou Temple, and all I could think of about myself was the following: When I was lying happily in the ward with a bandage on my head, a nurse told me that I was riding a bicycle and was killed. A van had run over, the van had hit a crater in my skull and knocked me unconscious; I happily believed it.Now I know: this is something someone told me, I don’t remember it myself; and I can’t just listen to what people say, at least I have to ask the driver why he hit me──So, I must have my own opinion .For a while I doubted that I was Xue Song, but it was undoubtedly the twentieth century in front of me.At this time, I was in the Wanshou Temple, and the fiery red sunlight was lowering the shadow of the opposite house and casting it on the window paper in front of me.I shouldn't be here for no reason, there must be a reason for it.

Regarding Wanshou Temple, my opinion is: this place is not bad.The yard is quaint and spacious, and it is full of old trees that I like. The yard is cleaned very well, but there is a suspicious smell, which irritates the nose and eyes.The house is equipped with ancient window lattices, covered with window paper. Windows like this may not be able to keep out the cold in winter, but that is a winter thing.The immediate question is: what is this place and what am I doing here.Although it is a monastery, no monks showed up, and I am not a monk myself.It all went out of nowhere except for the fact that I had been hit by a van.Another question is: what kind of hatred does the van driver have with me, and wants to harm me like this...

It is said that the other party paid for my medical expenses, a brand new bicycle, and a new set of clothes, and the matter was settled.Before I was discharged from the hospital, I told the doctor that I seemed to have lost my memory.He smiled and said: Enough is enough; then resolutely gave me a sick leave note for half a month.This doctor is white and fat, with long nose hair... I don't understand anything about what he says or does.But I still feel that he doesn't trust me.Maybe he got some benefit from driving——I smiled when I thought of this, and felt that I was already treacherous.

Now I suddenly realized that the doctor suspected that the reason why I falsely claimed to have lost my memory was to make the other party pay more.Actually, I didn't think so.I don't want the other party to compensate, but I just want to find out what I should do and where to go.To prove my sincerity, I took out the sick note and tore it to shreds.I tried to get myself some water to drink, only to find that the thermos contained some stale cold water.Then, I sat down, looked at the thermos bottle with doubts, and finally thought that since there is a thermos bottle here, there must be a place to get boiling water, so I got up and took the thermos bottle out, and finally found the small boiler in the corner── I felt very happy after a small victory──So, losing my memory is not all a bad thing.Always thinking that I have lost my memory is a bad thing at all.

Now, in Wanshou Temple, I read such a story: One day in the past, Xue Song went to the hillside to fetch firewood, but there was more than one way back to the village.His stockade is a subtropical forest, entrenched on a red soil hillside. If viewed from a high altitude, the place looks like a big whirlpool, with large green trees, pineapples, and mountain pear trees growing in circles, and these trees appear mature. Purple; between the bamboo bushes are full of cacti, tyrannosaurus, and agave, and the plants in the shade of these trees are blue.Thatch grows between the cacti, and under the thatch is blue moss, and under the moss is where the mold grows.As for what else is growing under the mold, what color they are, I can't see it.In the forest belt, there is a red soil road that can be passed by a large group of people, and it is paved with beige gravel.On both sides of the main road, countless small paths for one person to walk branch out. These paths cross ditches and ridges, and penetrate into the shade of trees.On either side of the path was Piggy's path, sometimes a muddy ditch covered with hoofprints, sometimes a gap in the bushes.By the side of the road that Piggy walked, there were snaking paths--traces that meandered over the bent thatch.On the edge of the snaking path, there is a path of ants—the ant path bypasses the dense grass roots.On both sides of the ant tunnel, there should be more subtle trails, but they cannot be seen by human eyes.Xue Song walked along the road like a bunch of moving fagots. The closer he got to the center of the vortex, the narrower the road was, and the closer the trees on both sides were.The last thing that appeared before him was a real ditch with pebbled berms on the walls.On the opposite side of the ditch, there was a real camp fence, made up of a row of headless trees with dense shoots growing from their trunks.On the front of the trench is a suspension bridge.This suspension bridge is made of wooden rafts made of sixteen pear trees, and is suspended by green vines that are as thick as the mouth of a bowl.Unfortunately it couldn't hang because the pear tree had taken root at both ends of the ditch.These trees also bear some pears, but they are all under the bridge, and they cannot be picked unless they go down to the ditch.

I don't remember this subtropical jungle either.But that's not what I was told.This is what I told myself.This incident is more believable than anything else. Therefore, I would rather believe that there was a Xue Song who was carrying fagots and walked across the suspension bridge with roots on both sides than that I was hit by a car while riding a bicycle. ──Although I have a big scar on my head, it can also be caused by a beating──If the doctor took advantage of the murderer, he would lie to me like this to help him get away with the crime.Thinking about it this way, I feel that I am not treacherous enough.As long as the matter of treachery is started, it will not be enough.

Xue Song walked across the suspension bridge with a bundle of firewood. Surrounded by big green trees, there was a small circular square in front of him.Under the dim light, there was a thatched shed. Under the thatched shed, there was a large black lacquered case. Xue Song's armor, bows and arrows, ceremonial guards and other tattered and moldy things were placed on the wooden frames at both ends.This is the holy place in Xue Song's heart.There is a platform made of rammed earth on the side of the square, and there are wooden houses on the platform. This is another holy place in Xue Song's mind.These two places are the source of army cohesion and the center of Phoenix Village.

He unloaded the firewood bundles under the eaves of the wooden house, opened the paper sliding door, walked in, sat on the wooden floor, untied the bamboo strips that tied the glans head, waited for a while, and when no one came, he opened it with the palm of his hand. There was a slap on the floor.If my story started like this, Xue Song did not return to his home that afternoon, but went to the heart of the village.What needs to be explained is that a camp prostitute lived in this wooden house.Seeing this, I suddenly realized: it turns out that Xue Song's subordinates are a bunch of scoundrels.Where there are no women, how can scoundrels come here.

Xue Song sat in the wooden house in the center of the village, tapped the floor with his hands, and a woman ran out from behind the screen.She painted her eyebrows and eyes, with a crooked bun on her head, wearing a purple linen gown, hurriedly put on a belt, and stepped on clogs, ran up to Xue Song and prostrated herself on the ground, calling out softly : "My lord." She was willing to make some tea for Xue Song with a small yellow clay stove, but he refused.She was also willing to fan Xue Song and sit with him for a while, but he also refused.As mentioned above, Xue Song is naked, like a barbarian—even though he has already removed the glans from the bamboo strips.The attire made him decide to keep things simple, so he made a firm gesture: left palm raised flat, palm down, stretched forward.The woman lay flat on her back, with her legs spread apart, and her hands spread flat, forming a big character.So Xue Song walked forward on his knees, entered between the woman's legs, helped her remove the clogs and socks on her feet--her toes became crab-claw-shaped because she always wore clogs--and untied her The belt exposed the front half of her body.Of course her body is as white as carved jade.As for the look, it might be something like this: a little thick thighs, a little loose belly, pointy nipples, a whole W-shaped chest, but maybe not.Xue Song held his breath and inserted it, which seemed to break the taboo of language.The woman started chatting with him: Why are you so old?How come you come out on such a hot day?etc.But Xue Song held his breath and didn't say a word.

The prostitute was very fair: not only her face, but her lips as well.The eyebrows are almost transparent, with only a little light yellow, and blue blood vessels can be seen all over the body.It's just that these blood vessels are all very thick, all varicose, as if rolling.She seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of white mist, and she looked younger, but she was actually an old lady.In the center of Fenghuangzhai, everything is green: firstly, everything is shrouded in green shade; secondly, green moss is everywhere; Pass the window paper and come into the house.In this room, Xue Song's dark body has turned into bronze, while the prostitute's pale body seems to be covered with fine green spots, like some kind of tiles - of course, this is just an illusion, if you get close I went to look, but couldn't see any green dots.In addition, the air was as humid as oil, which made Xue Song feel like he was suspended in the green oil, and everything became slow, and even stopped.In this green mass, there is a strong smell of water plants.Everything was silent, but when it really fell silent, I heard the "moo" of the buffalo in the distance, which was very heavy and procrastinated; the nearby frogs were "wah-wah", which was very bright. , very compact.And the woman was silent.She also closed her eyes, like a dead person.

The entire Fenghuang Village is soaked in a green shade, and this place is the center of the green shade.Even staying in the house, I also feel the oppression of green.Xue Songying has a crooked nose and cross-eyed eyes, with long hair, at the age of striving for success.He also wants to make a difference during sex -- he's trying to do it, and he wants to make the other person feel good.The so-called hard work means forgetting what you are doing and just doing it; at the same time, listening to the frogs and buffaloes; but the other party feels nothing, and he doesn't know it at all.It made him feel like a necromancer.The woman had a long knife-like face, and when she closed her eyes, she didn't even move a single eyelash. I think this should be called indifference.Later, she moved her head on the plank, and the whole bun rolled down.It turned out to be a fake headgear.She had shaved off her hair under the wig, leaving a bluish stubble.She hurriedly opened her eyes, and waited until she saw from Xue Song's eyes that the bun had fallen off, and this matter was irreparable.She stretched out her hand, grabbed the hood in her hand, and said to Xue Song guiltily: "No way, it's hot."This is very reasonable. In the dry season, the temperature is always above 37-8 degrees. If you always wear a big bun, you will get prickly heat.The advantage of the headgear is that it is worn when there are people, and it can be taken off when no one is around.Xue Song saw a monk's head that was both green and bright, and this kind of head has the benefit of being cool.In addition, he also found that the skin color of her calf was different from that of her body, it was bronze and shiny.This shows that she often runs out and walks in the grass with bare legs.These two things made Xue Song feel frustrated. He was not used to such a woman.He weakened quickly.The old whore spoke in a hoarse voice: Are you done?Get up quickly, it's hot!So Xue Song said: Am I not hot?Then he crawled to the side, stupidly not knowing what he had done.At the same time, he felt a stabbing pain in his heart.