Chapter 35 Section 1

Early in the morning, when I woke up in bed, I lifted the sheets and saw a body lying beside me—although I knew she was my wife, but since I couldn’t remember anything, I could only see her as a body ──As a body, she is very beautiful, lying in the reddish sunlight──This bedroom has plastic louver curtains, which block the view and cannot block the sunlight; so the body is rosy.I leaned over to her devoutly, and put my lips on the midline of her body, from the throat, to the middle of the breasts, all the way down to the pubic prominence——her skin is not only supple, but also It's great to have a rustling feeling.At this moment I found that the body had awakened; after that I could not see her as a body.At this moment, I raised my head and saw her eyes, which were full of horror rather than novelty.She rolled over and lay on the bed sheet.I put my lips on her spine again, from the hairline to the buttocks... She whispered: Don't do this, you have to go to work, with a gentle tone; afterward, she hurriedly wrapped her body in a sheet, and from my view escaped.The fascination with that body melted into my memory immediately.

In the morning, when I came to work, sitting in my chair under the high gable, and rereading my manuscript, I saw at once that there was a character in this story who was a reflection of myself.Of course he is not a red line, nor is he an old prostitute or a young prostitute, so it can only be Xue Song, in other words, Xue Song is me.I shouldn't be as dark as I wrote earlier.I am supposed to be a happy young man, and depression and darkness will do me no good.Therefore, some clues must be added to my story--since I know for sure that this manuscript was written by me, I don't have to be polite to the author--it would be too hypocritical to be polite to myself--it can be rewritten directly.

As mentioned above, in the late Tang Dynasty, Xue Song served as a Jiedu envoy in western Hunan and set up camp on the red soil hillside.This stockade is adjacent to a Miao village, and it looks like Gemini constellations in the wilderness.One day, Xue Song went out to pick firewood and saw the red thread. He liked her very much and decided to take her as his wife.Like me, he was a natural craftsman and didn't like to rush things.So he wanted to build a prison cart, pull it with oxen, and set out together to grab the red line. After catching her, he locked her in the cart and pulled her back to the village.As mentioned earlier, people in Fenghuang Village took the Miao girls as wives, knocked them unconscious and carried them back on the backs of oxen.Those men are just soldiers, but Xue Song is Jiedushi; those women are just ordinary women, but the red line is the chief's daughter.It is in line with the identities of both parties to let her be locked in a prison car and transported to Fenghuang Village.

When my story restarted, Xue Song was no longer a playboy, but a skilled craftsman.This means that he came to Xiangxi to be a Jiedu envoy just to display his talents.So, he first built a village with lush grass and trees on the red soil hillside, and then got busy, building houses and furniture for each person; and getting great pleasure from it.When the house and furniture were completed, he busied himself with improving old utensils, inventing new utensils, and constructing facilities for the convenience of the public.Until one day, when he went outside to collect firewood to burn a batch of pottery pipes for tap water, he suddenly saw a red line, and everything changed.After that, he left all his work behind to build a prison cart for the red line—although there was a lot of work waiting for him to do in Fenghuangzhai.

Braving the showers when the rainy season was approaching, Xue Song set out with an ax to the mountain to cut wood to make this prison cart.If you use wood such as sorbus, it is also available in the stockade.But he had already decided that the prison wagon would be made of teak.As far as I know, teak trees less than 30 years old are just ordinary wood, and teak trees over 30 years old are hardwoods that can shine.After polishing, the old teak wood has a color similar to bronze, but it is not as cold as bronze, so it is a suitable material for prison vehicles.Xue Song went to the mountain to find the thickest pomelo tree, but the ax could only adze the mouth, and couldn't cut through it at all—this was because the tree was too old and the wood was too hard, so it should be sawed with a chainsaw, but Xue Song didn't have that. Planting things; although the thin pomelo tree is relatively tender and can be chopped down, he doesn't like it.At last he felled a moderate pomelo tree and dragged the buffalo home, exhausted and blistered on his hands.Afterwards he put the tree in a shed in the courtyard and waited for the wood to dry.When the rainy season came, the weather was humid and the wood dried slowly, so he built a cow dung fire in the shed to drive away the moisture.At the same time, he started drawing, designing the prison wagon for the red line... I like to write it that way.

This morning, a man came to me in the monastery.His forehead is a bit bald, his body is a bit fat, he wears a wide gold ring on the ring finger of his left hand, and he wears a green suit... He said he was my cousin, who was in the timber business in Thailand.Knowing it was hopeless, I recalled it; but I could not recall having any cousins.This shows that I am far from recovering my memory.Then he handed me a business card, slightly thicker than a playing card, and made of teak.There is a green word engraved on it, Chen Moumou, the general manager of a certain timber export company.The business card was heavy in the hand, with a hint of sandalwood, smelling like a bar of soap.I put it under my nose and sniff, but I still can't remember such a cousin.So he blamed: Cousin, what's wrong with you, have you really forgotten everything?We used to play together when we were kids.I said: Yes, yes; but my tone was uncertain.This man who claimed to be my cousin produced a wallet with a photograph in it.This is a group photo of us when we were young—a five-inch black and white photo paper, already a little yellowed, with two boys on it. This photo aroused my great interest.

Now I took out the teak business card again and held it between my fingers.It is like a plate of iron, but softer than iron.It was for this reason that Xue Song decided to use it to make a prison cage, put the red thread inside, and transport it into Fenghuang Village.This cage is quite spacious, six feet square, five feet high, with a four-leaf flower-shaped section; the upper and lower sides are thick wooden boards, polished and chamfered; the middle is supported by thick columns.Xue Song also wanted to install a stool in the cage—more precisely, a wooden plank suspended in the air; a brown woven seat cushion was placed on the wooden plank.It is well known that carvings can be made on hardwood.Xue Song designed a flower decoration for the frame of the cage, which is composed of grape vine leaves.But he hadn't seen grapes for a long time, and the grape leaves he drew were similar to castor leaves.Such a cage can reflect Xue Song's sincerity as well as his tenderness.Use the weight and firmness of the cage to reflect his sincerity, and use the texture and luster of teak to reflect his tenderness... and the red line sits in the middle of sincerity and tenderness, with both hands and feet chained by a wooden yoke, which looks lonely and proud .During the whole rainy season, Xue Song sat in that newly-built thatched house, beside the pomelo tree, roasting cow dung and drawing pictures.Green water flowed continuously from the cut end of the pomelo tree. Regardless of the rain falling outside, the thatched house was as warm as spring.Several months passed like this.

In the photo my cousin showed, both boys were wearing blue student uniforms.I still kind of remember that kind of clothes. It has a small straight collar and a hidden pocket on the left chest.Both children have crew cuts, and one of them stands in the center of the picture with his face facing the sun. He looks like a tiger head and a tiger brain, and his physique is relatively strong.The other stands on the right side of the frame, with his head slightly lowered, leaving shadows on his face.Thin face, relatively thin physique.I put my finger on the chin of the child in the middle and said: Ah, so I was like this when I was a child.At this time my cousin was a little embarrassed and said: Cousin, you made a mistake.The one in the middle is me.Later, I took a closer look at the child on the right, whose face was somewhat similar to mine.But I still feel that the one in the center is me.He (or, it was me in the past) looked focused and seemed stubborn.His skin is also darker.In my imagination, this boy is hiding under the roof in the rainy season, curling his Chu Shi-colored body by the cow dung fire, drawing a picture of a prison wagon, trying to put the girl he loves in it.