Chapter 15 sister bird in escape flower source

In the morning, I woke up to the chirping of birds, and it was rare to find that Zhong Chubo was still in a deep sleep.Maybe it was because I was too tired to clean up the cave last night? Because he was afraid that I would escape, he always tied my hands and feet with ropes every night before going to bed, and I couldn't untie that kind of rope buckle no matter how hard I tried. While he was sweating profusely, Zhong Chubo woke up and laughed: "Want to run? It's not that easy, is it?" I turned my face away angrily, let him fiddle with my hands and feet twice, and easily untied the rope buckle.He said, "Go to work!"

So we piled the dry firewood we collected last night in the cave and lit it, but carefully guarded it so that the flames would not spread and harm the old trees and grass outside the cave.Then go to the nearby small river to draw water to wash it. You must also carefully grasp the proportions. You must scrub the cave wall clean without leaving black ash, and you must not let the water seep into the bottom of the cave to avoid back tide in the future. When I went to fetch water in the small river, I saw a lot of fish, so I couldn't help but took off my shoes and went into the water to catch them.But those fish were too cunning to catch.I asked Zhong Chubo: "Didn't you prepare a fishing rod? Borrow it and use it."

Zhong Chubo smiled slyly: "Fishing with a fishing rod? How troublesome that is! It takes a long time to catch a few. Look at me." He directed me to use stones and aquatic plants to intercept the thinnest part of the stream and build a dam beam, while he built a dam upstream, blocking both ends, forming a small fish pond on the water surface.I laughed: "This method is really good, now we just need to catch it with a net." But he said: "There are better things." He pulled me to stand a little away, took out a thing like a detonator from his pocket, and threw it into the water, only to hear an explosion, and the water splashed several feet high. The stream water suddenly became cloudy, and I was dumbfounded, standing there for a long time without any response.

Gradually, the ripples calmed down, and I saw countless small fish floating on the water with their bellies turned upside down.Their death is for my whim.I yelled angrily: "You executioner!" I rushed to break open the embankment and let the fish corpses flow down the river. Zhong Chubo stared: "Didn't you shout to catch fish? Now that there are fish, why are you crazy?" "You are not catching fish, you are slaughtering!" I was so angry that tears flowed out. But Zhong Chubo didn't take it seriously at all: "What's the difference? It's all for catching fish. What kind of woman are you showing?"

I can't say enough about him, but I'm really sad, and I feel more clearly what kind of person I'm with.This is a savage who regards killing as trivial. He has no concept of right and wrong in his heart, let alone compassion and kindness, and even lacks the basic respect for life.And I will spend with him for an unknown period of time in the future.God, can I escape his clutches and return to Yiran safely?So, why didn't you come to save me?Did Wuyou understand the warning on my phone?Will the police come to Qinling to find me? I knelt by the stream and wept sadly. It took two full days to clean the cave. First, it was burned with fire, then washed with water, and then plant ash was spread on the ground to prevent moisture. Then, a layer of hay was laid, and sleeping bags were placed. Two beds exuding the fragrance of hay were formed.

It is May, the sun is very warm, and the wind is light and soft on the body. A bird cried in the depths of the mountain: "Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" Worry-free said that early May is the best season for honeymoon travel.But now, it is another person who is busy arranging the "bridal chamber" with me in Partridge Sky. I remember that I still complained about the vulgar reality of urban material life at that time, and envied Lu You's "living in a house in a smoky, unrelated world". Now, I really got what I wanted.However, Lu You can still "pour the remnant jade liquid and walk through bamboo, and read "Huang Ting" to lie down and look at the mountains", but I have neither jade liquid wine nor "Huang Ting" scriptures, walk through bamboo, lie down and look at mountains It's okay, but what's so good about mountains?Still worry-free, "Jiuan tea is more bitter than wine, and Ruinaoxiang is more suitable for dream break" is elegant.

Hey, thinking of those days of tasting tea and smelling the fragrance, it really seems like a story from a previous life. Zhong Chubo asked me: "Why are you in a daze? Are you thinking about that coffin boy again?" He is trying to use twigs and vines to combine a tall cabinet to place seasoning jars. In the past two days, we have quite a few simple pieces of furniture, such as clothes racks, coffee tables, stoves, and even special ones for placing flowers. Natural twig vase. I glared at him and replied, "I'm listening to the cuckoo." "That's not called a cuckoo, but a sister bird!"

"What little sister bird? It's clearly calling 'cuckoo, cuckoo'!" "You heard me wrong, she was calling 'Brother, Brother'! As soon as my sister crows, it will rain." He packed up his tools and moved everything that was afraid of the tide back into the cave.Sure enough, it didn't take long for the rain to start pattering down. The entire ink-splashed Qinling Mountains are shrouded in smoke and rain. There is only one word of sorrow all over the sky. There is no origin and no end. All language and thinking are stagnant. Everything in the universe is crying together. The melancholy turned into fine rain and shed tears heartily.

I began to cry in the rain, and the more I cried, the louder it became.Since I left home, this is the first time I have cried bitterly. I have suppressed the grievances, panic, and fear for a long time, and let them out in the rain, sobbing endlessly. Zhong Chubo got annoyed and scolded me: "Why are you crying? Are you calling ghosts?" I ignored him and cried even louder. He had no choice but to please me again: "Don't cry, how about I tell you a story?" "Do not listen." "It's nice to hear. It's about the origin of my sister bird. Do you want to listen to it?"

"Don't listen," I said, but the crying was much quieter. He then recounted it eloquently: "Once upon a time, there was a pair of brothers and sisters who loved each other very much. They hunted together in the mountains, planted the land together, fished together, weaved cloth and made clothes by themselves, hunted and grew food by themselves, completely different from other people. Year after year, they lived happily and didn’t feel that they lacked anything. But one day, many young people came to the mountain and brought a lot of news from outside the mountain. They saw the coarse cloth clothes of their sister , just joked that although she is very beautiful, she doesn’t know how to dress up, and she is picky about the food she cooks, so I gave her the candies and chocolates I brought. It was the first time my sister ate candies, the sweetness The taste surprised her, and she began to have many fantasies about the world beyond the mountain. After those young people left, she missed the taste of candy all the time, became very depressed, and later fell seriously ill. Brother Seeing my younger sister haggard day by day, I couldn’t bear it, so I agreed to go out to find candy for her. My younger sister was a little reluctant to let her brother go, but she really wanted candy, so she made an appointment with her brother for a period of one year, regardless of whether she could find it or not. , when the rain falls in the second year, my brother must come back. My brother agreed, and then left the mountain on a rainy morning. My sister waited and waited for a whole year, but my brother never came back. She didn’t know , Is it because my brother didn’t dare to come back because he didn’t find the candy? Or he couldn’t come back when he was in danger? Or, it’s because he was greedy for the world beyond the mountains and refused to come back? In the second year of Guyu, he still didn’t come back. The younger sister was very sad. She regretted that she should not force her brother to go out to find candies. Now she knows that even if all the candies in the world are piled up in front of her, it is not as important as her brother's smile. She cried in the rain, and cried all day. One day, until she passed out. When she woke up again, she had turned into a bird, flying around in the mountains and forests all day long, looking for her brother: "Brother! Brother!" Listen, this is the sister bird again. I'm looking for my brother."

I knew it was just a legend, but I was still moved by the primitive sadness and irreparable regret, and couldn't help but shed tears again.I asked, "Did my sister find her brother later?" "No. So she has been looking for and calling: Brother! Brother!" We were all silent. Only the younger sister bird sings lonely in the forest: "Brother! Brother!" Yes, now when I listen to the bird's cry, I really feel that she is calling her brother, where is her brother?The world outside the mountain is so wonderful, will he come back to this mountain again? After crying once, my mood was vented, and the relationship with Zhong Chubo eased a lot. I never imagined that the sound of a bird could have such an impact.But maybe, it's all just because we are far away from the hustle and bustle, and we have little chance to think of hatred and harm. Under such blue and white clouds, amidst the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, worries and resentments could not stop.I gradually relaxed my guard against Zhong Chubo, and he was not as strict with me as he was at the beginning, probably because he felt that in the deep mountains and old forests, I just wanted to escape, and I didn't know the direction, so there was no chance of escaping. The relationship between us has become very delicate. When two civilized people seek life from nature in the wilderness, the feeling of the same kind will be stronger than ever, and long-term hostility cannot be achieved.In such a big world, he has only one companion like me, and he is the only one I can rely on for consultation, especially in the deep mountains where I am so ignorant and helpless, it is almost impossible to move without him. But of course we will not become friends, I can't forget the basic concept that he is a murderer and I am his hostage, and I often see my family and relatives in Dalian in my dreams, so that when I wake up in the morning, I would reawaken my resentment and hostility towards him, so I desperately tried to figure out how to arrest him and hand him over to the police.Then, I can meet again with Yi Ran. I miss him, but I can't remember what he looks like more and more clearly.There was only a handsome silhouette in the dream. I remember that he was tall and tall with regular features, but what about his specific appearance?His eyes, his nose, his lips, and his hairstyle all became plausible, and it was impossible to distinguish which impressions were real and which were beautified in a dream. The most important thing is that the memories of love are getting hazy day by day, because whenever I have time, I think carefully from the acquaintance with Yiran, and always think of parting, and often think of Yiran chasing the car in front of Zhong Chubo's house that day. Situation, my heart aches unceasingly.However, apart from meeting and breaking up, the rest of the plots are blurred. I don't know which ones I saw in my dream and which ones happened in real life. Because I can't think clearly, I often wake up one morning, face the mountains with my knees in a daze, and relive the scene in my dream over and over again.Zhong Chubo called my expression "traveling around the world", and he usually didn't bother me, but just got up silently, washed and cleaned, and made breakfast.His peaceful appearance was as if he planned to live in this cave for the rest of his life and regarded it as another home of his own. His "hard work" made me feel guilty about "getting something for nothing", so I had to lazily stand up and go to the stream to fetch water to cook a pot of wild vegetable soup or cook two small whitebait, so as to start a new day in the wild career. Gradually, each other will also have a more sincere dialogue. Once he told me about his experience in drug trafficking: that time several of their partners each brought a part of the drugs to transport separately, and then met at a secret destination.But twelve hours have passed since the agreed time, and there is still one partner who has not returned to the team.The drug dealers became more and more anxious, guessing that he was probably dead.Death is a very common thing for them, it happens all the time. But they still kept praying for that partner, waiting with a glimmer of hope.Until the next morning, when everyone was in despair, the lone goose who had lost his flock appeared.The drug dealers were so happy that they hugged each other immediately, and these desperadoes who knew nothing about fear shed tears for their reunion.They left their hideouts and ran towards their companions, welcoming their belated lone goose with open arms. However, at this time, a group of "eagles" appeared behind "Lonely Goose"—it turned out that the partner betrayed them, and he brought the police! "This is a story about friendship." Zhong Chubo said sarcastically, but his voice was full of bitterness, "We lost more than a dozen brothers in that breakout, and I was one of the only three survivors. That was my first I ran away for the first time and had no experience. I ran into the snow mountain by mistake. I walked for three days and three nights in the mountain without eating or resting, because I knew that once I stopped, it would be impossible to stand up again. There were several times when I was about to give up, but when I thought that Aqin was still waiting for me, I regained my strength..." Speaking of Xu Nongqin, his voice suddenly became a little hoarse, and he hastily ended his memory, "It was so easy to survive that time, I was so terrified that I stopped doing it later.” "Where is the hero who turned from darkness to light?" I asked deliberately. "Killed by me." He replied calmly. "killed?" "That was the first time I killed someone close to me. I used a knife and stabbed it face to face. The blood spurted out and splashed all over my hands. It felt very bad. Then I said to myself: next time I kill people, the method should be subtle a little." I was shocked and angry, too angry to speak, and at the same time doubted the truth of his words. I ignored him the whole day that day.He didn't care at first, but then he became a little impatient and lonely, and asked me, "What are you thinking again?" "Whatever I want to send you to the gallows." "Hmph, if there is such a day, I will definitely apply to let you be my executioner, and see if you can do it." He teased cynically, "Are you sure you really want me to die?" "No, I respect all life, and I don't want to see anyone die." I told him calmly, "But I believe in justice in the world. You have done too many bad things, and there will be retribution." He changed color and didn't speak for a long time.Later, they never told me such bloody stories again. Another time, I asked him, "What was the happiest time of your life?" He glanced at me, thought for a long time, and finally said, "I don't remember." "One day you will be truly happy, right?" "Maybe when you make a big deal...but it's just a blink of an eye, just count the money or get the check...or play mahjong with your brothers and win a hand of thirteen yaozimo..." He laughed "hehe", "You are my secretary, you have to go through the formalities for me to go abroad every year, you should know where I went." "Aren't you going to America for inspection?" "Study? Hey, it's a study, but instead of going to New York, it's going to Las Vegas." "Casino? Are you going to gamble?" "What else should I do? That is really the supreme magic weapon for decompression." "If you take a gamble every year, you still haven't lost your fortune. It's your luck." "It's very simple, that is, I don't care about winning or losing. Every time I go, I only bring a certain amount of money, and then I say to myself, it's good to win, and if you lose, you only lose a little bit, and leave after losing. Have you heard of it?" Is it an old saying? To say that winning generals is not about catching a good hand, but about knowing how to leave the table at the right time." "You mean, you don't care about losing?" "Yes, if you don't care about winning or losing, you will naturally not lose. A person will only make mistakes and fail when he is very nervous about something. So I also believe that the police can't find us, because I also Don't care about death. If you don't care about death, you won't die naturally." "In this world, is there really no one or anything that you care about?" "Yes, it's you." He looked at me and showed that provocative smile again. I looked into the distance, pretending not to hear. He felt bored and asked me embarrassingly, "What about you? Are you really happy?" "Of course there are, and there are many." "for example." "For example... I was happy when I met Yiran." I smiled at him the sweetest, intending to provoke him. After a few rounds, I found that I was no longer afraid of him. In fact, he is also a strong man, and he can't do things with real brute force. What's more, it is dawn, the dawn mist has not cleared, and the morning light is not enough. If he dares to do something wrong, Xu Nongqin's soul Come out and help me later. I really didn't expect that my greatest reliance would be a ghost at the end of my life. "Don't mention that Ke Mozuo to me." He pretended to be disdainful, "What else does the 'official money boy' have besides having a good father?" "There is still a clean history, a forensic doctor and a murderer, how do you say their value." "Heaven and earth." He replied, "I am the sky and he is the earth." I rolled my eyes at him and stopped talking. After a while, he took the initiative to bring up the old story again. "Actually, I was also happy." He sighed, a very soft sigh. "That was when I first met Aqin. At that time, she and I were still young, one was thirteen, the other was twelve, and we didn't know anything about shit, but I already knew that she was very pretty. She taught me to weave flower baskets." , and put it on my head, I don’t want it, saying how can a man wear flowers, she said, then you wear it for me. I put it on for her, and she asked me, is it good-looking? I looked at her , I don’t know how to answer, she looks really pretty like that, prettier than flowers, it’s the first time I found her so pretty. I walked over and kissed her without saying anything. I screamed in fright, I was very scared, turned around and wanted to run, but she stopped me again and said, "Kiss me again..." His voice was low, full of ecstatic tenderness. I was stunned to hear it, the pure and pastoral first love with the fragrance of flowers and plants, the love fairy tale lost in the city!I looked at Zhong Chubo, the corners of his eyes were a little wet, but I couldn't believe it was tears. Do murderers shed tears? I asked, "What happened next?" He woke up suddenly, and wiped the corners of his eyes wearily: "We got married later, and then I killed her, and then you exposed me, and I kidnapped you, and now you are my hostage. listen to me!" He was deliberately rough, but I was no longer afraid of him.Now I know that he is not as ruthless as he appears on the surface, and he also feels guilty about Xu Nongqin, because he once had pure love for her, and the sweetness of that love is still in his memory Medium has not faded. She is the first color of his memory, but he is the last pain of her life. What kind of fate and injustice? In the distance, the younger sister bird yelled: "Brother! Brother!" I seem to understand Zhong Chubo a little bit. Love in the deep mountains cannot stand the slightest bit of worldly contamination, right? I imagined that scene, with red flowers, willows and green flowers, and the sound of cuckoo, as if it were too illusory. Tong Ange has a ready-made saying there, which is called "the place where dreams start". And me?Where do my dreams begin?I recalled the first time I met Yiran. Is the opening and closing of the elevator the place where my dream started? I suddenly knew where my shortcomings were. It was the kind of innocent and unpretentious innocence and intimacy in the love between the mountains and villages. It was something that the reserved and hesitant me and the calculating man never had and could not have. We They all live too correctly and exemplaryly, they follow the model when they speak and do things, and follow a fixed set of rules and regulations, and they have long forgotten their own voices. I remember one time, I forgot what the cause was, and Yiran and I argued about what is the most romantic love, and Yiran said: "A woman's favorite is nothing more than a woody compound leaf plant in the Rosaceae family and an allomorph of carbon. " "What?" I was taken aback. Yiran laughed loudly: "It's roses and diamonds." I wanted to stare, but finally couldn't hold back my joy: "The doctor's poor mouth." But now I know that roses and diamonds are not true love. True love is just love itself. Fragrant diamonds are not beautiful even the sun is no longer bright.In the metropolis of the computer age, everything is formatted, including love.There are piles of love letters on the bookshelf, Browning, Pushkin, Li Shangyin, Wang Guozhen, ruffian Cai, have everything, both refined and vulgar, rich and thrifty. The way women deceive men is to cry, make trouble and hang themselves. The way men coax women is to travel to Europe with roses and diamonds In fact, matter and emotion have long been indistinguishable. There is no essential difference between sitting on a flower basket hanging chair with famous coffee and tea and looking at it and walking through the gold jewelry counter of Friendship Mall. It is also a spirit based on material foundation. architecture. But in the countryside, in the partridge sky in the deep mountains and old forests, I finally heard the clear and untainted birdsong, and saw the love legend that had long been annihilated in real life.The legendary boy and girl, like two heartless cuckoos, uttered courtship calls in the most primitive voice in the turbulent spring breeze, and the two fell in love happily. On this clear and beautiful May day, I want to turn into a carefree bird and call out with the simplest melody: "Brother! Brother!"