Chapter 105 one zero four

Vincent and the Five Dragons Tower (3) One day he was sleeping in a farmyard until midnight, when he was woken up by roosters that kept crowing and crowing.He walked to the threshing field and saw those shadows in the rice field scenery where the water and the sky were the same color.At that time, the moonlight was very bright, and there was a busy scene in the sky, which was very similar to the oriental bazaar he had seen many times in those days, but there were only images and no sounds.After careful identification, he saw that those shadows were all trying to enter a casino-like building, but there was a fierce tiger standing on both sides of the door of that building.Above the dome of the building, a gigantic eagle looms majestically over the shadows below.All those shadowy people were stopped by the tiger.He was still looking, but an old farmer named Shaw (as he was called) came out of the house, smoking a pipe and shining with old wrinkled eyes.He spoke a foreign language that Vincent didn't understand, and seemed agitated.He talked and talked, and made various gestures with his hands.Suddenly, Vincent's mind opened up, because when he stared at the old man's face, he actually understood the meaning of his words.The main idea of ​​the old man's words is, don't watch the scenery in mid-air, that kind of thing is very scary, and people will die every day.He drew a big circle with his hands, indicating that the rice fields in front of him were full of human corpses.The illusion in mid-air disappeared while he was speaking, and the surroundings became ghostly.Xiao suddenly shouted at Vincent.Vincent heard what he said: "What on earth are you doing here?!"

Vincent turned around and ran into the house. He saw that the people in the courtyard were all up. Everyone stood at the door and looked at him. Pine torches were lit everywhere in the hall and corridor.He couldn't find the room where he slept.Every house became exactly the same, he got in and out, and was constantly laughed at.Then a boy came up to him and gestured to show him the way.He followed him, and they turned one corner and another, and at last they came to a large coop full of roosters.As soon as Vincent appeared the cocks began to crow so deafeningly that the little boy ran away.Tired and scared, Vincent simply stayed in the chicken coop.Somehow there was an old sofa in the corner of the room, and he fell asleep on it.There is a kind of extremely small mosquito that hurts the skin, but he can't care about it anymore.In the dream, he was marching heroically amidst the sound of gunfire, and the shrapnel made his face covered with blood, and the blood flowed into his eyes, which could not see.

In a fishing village by the sea, he meets people from his own country.It was an elderly tourist with a white turban on his head like the locals.This man sat in a wicker chair on the beach every day, and they talked facing the distant waves. "There are people from our own country everywhere here. I don't think this is a coincidence." The old man said. "I came here without thinking carefully." Vincent said a little ashamedly, "So you, do you live here? Don't you plan to go back?" "I am going to spend the last days of my life in this small fishing village."

A smile appeared on the old man's face.From Vincent's point of view, the expression on his face seemed to indicate to him that only he knew the secrets of the fishing village's way of life, but he had no intention of conveying them to Vincent. Vincent was frustrated because his mind was completely frozen in this boring little place.During the day, people went out to sea to fish, and only some children, old people, and four or five women were left in the village.At night, people go to bed early, and when the moon comes out, there is no movement in the village, and it is dark.The old man was quite used to this simple and almost primitive life, he went to the beach every day to stay.Vincent saw him sometimes talking to seagulls, sometimes sighing towards the sea, but most of the time, he just sat silently in the wicker chair and dozed off.Vincent couldn't leave, there was no communication with the outside world, and the coach came only once a month, so he could only calm down and pass the time.Sometimes he felt that he couldn't remember anything, couldn't think clearly, as if he was a native of the fishing village and had nothing to do.He can still faintly remember his busy life in the past, and remember that Lisa is his wife, but the details of his life are like a kite with a broken string, and he can't recall it anyway.On a boring day, he asked the old man, why has no one from his country come here after he has been here for so long?The old man replied, "That's because you are here."

After returning to the hotel room, Vincent thought about the old man's words, and suddenly understood.So, for the rest of the day, he no longer wandered around, but moved a rattan chair to sit by the sea like an old man.As soon as the sun came out, the two of them went to the beach and sat there until the people who had gone fishing returned.On the way, the workers of the hotel delivered meals to them. When they sat there, the old man said very little.Vincent figured out from the few words he said every day that the old man was from the north of country A. He had worked in a logging factory for decades and was now retired.There are a lot of people in his family, including his wife and children and grandchildren.He said he had been invited to this fishing village, and one of his uncles had written to him from here asking him to come for a tour, and despite his family's objections, he still came.The day before his arrival his uncle fell ill and passed away, and he happened to be in time for the funeral.He still remembers the excitement he felt when he got here.He has lived in the fishing village for two years, and his family may have forgotten him because he has no way to communicate with the outside world.He thought it was a good thing for the family.Sometimes, Vincent wanted to talk to the old man about life in country A, but every time before he wanted to speak, he found that his mind was blank and he couldn't think of anything.And the old man saw this right away, and he always said to him: "There is nothing to say about that kind of thing, so don't talk about it."

When the wind was blowing, they had to stay in the hotel, but the old man couldn't let go of something, and he ran out to see the sea round after round. "There will be a stranger coming to me, a local, and I'm afraid I'll miss it." When he said this to Vincent, Vincent remembered his wait at the beach. One night, the old man knocked on his door anxiously. Vincent opened the door and saw him standing outside in his pajamas.