Chapter 106 one zero five

Vincent and the Five Dragons Tower (4) "Can you be my witness?" "What's the matter?" Vincent had already vaguely felt it. "I need a witness. I am as afraid of being forgotten as I am of death." "Let me think about it." "Well, you can't make up your mind. I'll have to wait until you make up your mind." He looked a little disappointed, and Vincent didn't know how to comfort him. After daybreak, when they were sitting together on the beach again, the old man told Vincent that what happened at night was just a spur of the moment, and now he had adjusted his emotions.He shouldn't be in a rush, he has to "fall into place".A ship came that day.When the boat came, the old man glanced at it with sleepy eyes, then lowered his head, and muttered something.Vincent guessed what the old man said.He felt that his heart was getting closer and closer to the old man.

The atmosphere of the fishing village is very much like making something happen as soon as possible.Day after day, no one came to pay attention to them. At most, the villagers stood watching from a distance, and no one showed excessive interest.And the news from the outside world can't reach here at all.The boats in the sea are always passing by in a hurry, and it is impossible to see the people on the deck clearly.When the sea breeze was blowing the white hair on the old man's head, Vincent noticed that the face was becoming more and more expressionless, like a mask.Vincent couldn't help thinking: Maybe that thing is happening inside the old man?

He came, he came at noon, and came from the Coral Island in a small wooden boat.The man is about 40 years old, with a face that looks a bit like a spider.He held a skin pouch in his hand, and he introduced in the language of Vincent's country that the pouch contained "precious blood".The old man got up from the wicker chair, Vincent noticed his relieved posture, Vincent thought, the old man was going to liberate himself. They were about to leave, and the old man looked at Vincent intently with questioning eyes.Vincent said, "Yes, I I see it, I remember it. " The fishing village in the sun is boiling.Because there was news that someone had died.

After the old man left, Vincent stayed in the fishing village alone.He goes to the beach every day, facing the sea, the sky, and the blowing wind, he unconsciously thinks about the "witnesses".Who will be his witnesses?Can the completely uninformed villagers count?Does the local woman who lost her husband count?Does the little boy picking up crabs over there on the beach count?The absence of true witnesses means that his hour has not yet come.Vincent began to look forward anxiously to the coach to pick him up. That car came on Wednesday.Men, women and children in the entire fishing village stood by the roadside to watch him leave.The women held their children and looked inside the car with their mouths slightly open. What were they looking for?The driver nodded coldly to signal Vincent to get on the bus.Then, without looking back, he asked, "Are you ready?"

Vincent was in a mess, he waved his hands at the driver in despair and shouted: "Let's go! Let's go!" As soon as the car started, the days and nights in the fishing village revived in his mind like a movie.It turned out that this month was not as dull as he thought.He remembered the late-night outing with the old man, the will-o'-the-wisps they saw beside the graves of the fishermen who died; and the expedition on the coral island, he and the old man found many sleeping people in a deep cave, and they I sat there with a pine light on, and talked with those people for a long time. Those dreamers almost answered every question, knew various languages, and their thinking was particularly active; there was also their visit to a fisherman's house—the family People suffer from a hidden disease, everyone lives to be 41 years old, but instead of becoming gamblers or drug addicts, they deal with the threat of death by canceling sleep.So Vincent saw that there was no bed in their house, and the brothers and sisters were doing their own work late at night, while their parents sat at the table and kept accounts with a small soybean oil lamp; he and the old man also participated in the village The carnival ball, all the people go to the beach, dance in the moonlight, the drums are beating fiercely, they have to dance until they can't move, and they pass out... There are many more events, Vincent I remembered everything.In the fishing village, however, he forgot these things.why?Probably because these things happened late at night, after sleeping, he completely forgot about them the next day.Now recalling it, Vincent suddenly understood that the old man had entered another life he had longed for—the life he had longed for decades.Many years ago, when he was cutting wood in the deep mountains and old forests, when he heard those trees fall in front of him with long sighs, he imagined that kind of life countless times.The mysterious uncle helped him realize his wish.But is uncle really a real person?Why didn't the old man mention him once?The two of them had visited the village cemetery together, and there were no foreigners buried there.According to his previous account, his uncle was buried here.It is very likely that uncle is also in the deep cave on the coral island.Many passengers came on the long-distance bus along the way. These people were all similar in appearance, with tired and active expressions. Vincent felt that they all came from the same place, which he called in his heart "the land of dreams Township" place.He was unreasonably sure that was the end of his journey.Perhaps the old man had promised him this at the seashore?

"Have we arrived, Daddy? Why is the scenery along the way so sad?" "That's a happy little duck swimming in the lake, boy, you have to look hard." Vincent listened hard, and actually understood the language of these foreign lands.