Chapter 3 The Boy in the Well.2

The female secretary smiled.She said: "The Party branch is not afraid of threats." Lao Pi and I went to a consignment store that day and sold two watches and a broken bicycle.I used that money to buy an old mimeograph machine.We printed the fifth issue of "Red Sail" on a mimeograph that was constantly leaking oil.We broke through the broken door in the stairwell of the dormitory and hid inside to print the fifth issue of "Red Sail".Linghong sat on a pile of broken mops and was so touched that she shivered. This is how Shuiyang spread like wildfire.Later, I thought it might be all because of that ghost poem that I got demerited by the school for selling my watch and bicycle.I don't know if this is a bug.I thought that with the fifth issue of "Red Sail", we had a spiritual connection with Shui Yang, but later this proved to be completely wrong.I came to this city after graduating from college.The next day, Linghong and I found Xiaolong Shanshuiyang's residence.We dressed up and went to meet Shui Yang.I remember that when I first saw Shui Yang, I thought he didn't look like Shui Yang. This was completely the result of being deceived by the photos in the publications.In fact, Shuiyang is like this.It is clean and unrestrained, unrestrained and polite.His gaze pierces your soul like an arrow.He sat cross-legged on a futon in his pajamas and we sat on the couch.He seemed to be accustomed to visits from various figures and had created a pliable and tolerant smile on the corners of his mouth.His conversational skills are very eccentric and charming.

"I just went to the lake to bury a cat." The first thing he said to us was about a cat.He said, "That cat's name is Dong." "Is that cat dead?" "Dong means nature. Dong is the sound of ancient wind, that is, the sound of nature." He turned his face and asked Linghong, "I'm sorry, what did you just say?" "I mean, is that cat dead?" Linghong supported her red cheeks when she heard this. "Dead. Somebody put a blowgun on it and fired it, and the guy couldn't see him in the dark." "Do you like cats?" I said.

"One day when I was walking by the lake, I saw Dongbu lying in the grass, very dirty and ugly. I took off my windbreaker and wrapped it up and took it home, remembering where it was abandoned. I just buried it in Under the grass. Where did it come from, and where did it go back." I heard a problem when I heard Shui Yang's words.I found that our introductions did not elicit the slightest reaction from him.His smile is not from any spiritual connection, but from habit.I suddenly fidgeted, covered my eyes and asked him the first question: "Have you received the fifth issue of "Red Sail"?"

""Red Sail"?" He thought for a while and said, "I don't seem to remember this publication." "You have yours in the fifth issue of "Red Sail", haven't you seen it?" "Really? It's possible. But I don't remember much." "There is a college student named Li Tong who often writes to you. Do you remember him?" "There are too many college students who write to me. I try to reply to them. Is that Li Tong your classmate?" "I am Li Tong .I've told you three times." I kept covering my eyes.I was afraid that when I saw Shuiyang's smile, I would cry like a girl.Shui Yang came over and patted my shoulder.I don't want to think about the rich meaning in that beat anymore.Frankly, I closed my eyes thinking about that sold watch and that sold bicycle.My mother took that watch off her wrist before I left for college.That bike belonged to my father, who rode it for 20 years before passing it on to me, and has ten of my father's fingerprints faintly visible on the handlebar.My father said, "Parents' things last three generations." But who knows where they are now.When I met Shui Yang, I fully realized that I was a restless patient, a fool, and the unworthy child of my parents. "Shuiyang is a bastard." I said to Linghong when I walked out of Shuiyang's house that day. "What do you think he is?" Linghong couldn't believe her ears. "Bastard." I gritted my teeth and thought about it, and then said, "Shui Yang is a villain." "Why are you so barbaric? Why do you insult Shui Yang like this?" She kicked me angrily, "What the hell is he What's wrong with you?"

I don't want to tell Linghong, a beautiful idiot.I left her and walked straight to Luojiazhuang. Looking back, I saw that Xiaolongshan was like a palace complex under the setting sun, and there were thin misty crystals steaming between the buildings, trees and numerous pigeons. It was that kind of thing. It stings my eyes.I put my hands on my waist and my thoughts soared high in the sky.I suddenly grabbed Linghong's hand, I didn't care which hand was cold and hopeless, and tried my best to escape, I grabbed Linghong's hand and announced loudly: "From now on, I will never worship celebrities again, let celebrity bastards Go to hell!" I remember Linghong's disgusted eyes at that time, it was a blow to me.But I still hugged her passionately like a future master, and I grabbed her ponytail hair from behind tightly until it hurt, making her scream, and then I said, "Smile, my Lover, please smile when I am alone." Linghong first protected her hair, shouted to let go, then she turned her face and bit my arm.You have no idea how intense that pain is.Linghong's face was pale, and she suddenly covered her face with her hands and choked up. "I can't bear it...I'm tired of your games." I stroked my injured arm, and I knew that Linghong was beginning to hate my impetuous and arrogant words and deeds, just like she used to hate Lao Pi's laziness and indulge in fantasy Same.But I couldn't judge whether she still loved me at that time, and I couldn't judge whether what happened that day was an opportunity for our love to turn.You have to know that we have only been in love for 61 days, and the beginning or end is unexpected.

Am I playing?What is the game?What is a game?I can't tell.This word was used by me and Linghong Laopi at the beginning, it seemed chic and full of modernity, but later it was widely used by many people, and the meaning of the word became ambiguous.If you analyze it carefully, the game is just an antonym of innocence. six The mornings in the small southern town are foggy, and the stone pavement is always wet.Tall and lush trees without names rose like canopies from the deep courtyard, covering the houses and the streets.Your windows are always knocked by a faint wind, and there is always an empty sound that wakes you from your dreams, the sound of dewdrops falling from the leaves, and the sound of pigeons flapping their wings on the eaves. The sound, and the milkman's cart coming to your door, the slight thumping of those milk bottles, the rattling of those milk bottles.The world outside your window is peaceful and serene.

I grew up there until I was 18.When I was 18 years old, I had a dream every day. I dreamed that a woman in white clothes was walking from Mashi Road with dewdrops on her hair. She held two train tickets in her hand, one white and one black. Hold it again, let me guess.I guessed the black ticket and went to catch the noon train.It was rainy and foggy, my father, mother and sister were watching me cry on the platform, while I looked around for the woman holding the white ticket.The woman disappeared.Immediately after the train left, there was nothing outside the window, just rain and fog.The woman in white is just a dream.I think about being five years old when I nearly died in a well in my backyard.I lay down by the well and saw an ever-changing face in the water.That's not like me.I bent down to touch him, and just fell into the cold well.My father was sawing wood in the yard and he came running up with a yell and dropped the bucket and a whole bunch of boards and he was cussing and throwing things down the well until I floated on the boards and caught him trembling hands.

I lay wet in my father's arms.I pointed to the well and asked, "Who is that man?" "It's you!" My father gave me the hardest slap in my life.The small southern town is far away from me now.I used to use a triangular ruler to measure on the map, and the city I live in is 1,100 kilometers away from there.It's not easy for me to go home. seven In August, the small courtyard of the Luo family smelled worse than public toilets. Pig food, chicken excrement, and vegetable jars fermented rapidly under the scorching sun. As a result, the Luo family’s temper became as violent as chickens and dogs, and a wide-ranging war broke out every day. .Sometimes their flames burn across the border and toward me.The woman and the man got bored with the fight, turned around and shouted upstairs: "College student, you wash and wash every day, and you use a big tank of water to take a shower. Your water bill will add one yuan!" He also broke a crockpot and scolded: "What's the use of being white? If you don't have money in your hands, your heart will be dirty. Get the hell out of here." I didn't say a word.I viciously spoiled their water under the tap and washed my hair over and over again until my head was ripping apart from layer to layer.I think my landlord is the most vulgar and sweetest person in the world.Not adding water bills has brought about more serious consequences.The old Luo's house started to pull the switch, and there was no light when I started writing at night.My biggest annoyance is not turning on the lights, leaving me sitting in a dark and hot room like a blind man.The most important thing is that I am writing "The Boy in the Well" and I need a lamp to accompany me.I considered whether to bow my head and hand over one yuan to them, but the problem was that I was so angry that I didn't have the energy to spend more time talking with them.Late that night, after I turned on the tap, I rolled up my bedding and manuscript paper and left Luo’s small courtyard. I was going to sleep on the long table in the library of the college to finish The Boy in the Well.When I was pushing my broken bicycle on the road, I heard the sound of rushing water above the heads of the Luo family, celebrating my victory in the counterattack.In August, when the college was on vacation, and I returned to student life, life was light and flexible.I almost forgot that I had lost love, and when I thought of Linghong, I no longer had a strong urge to masturbate.One day I saw a row of female students wearing colorful skirts walking up and down the steps of the library, and a newspaper reporter took pictures of their happy college life.I think those schoolgirls are beautiful and artificial and willing to be cheated.Thinking of Linghong's skirt still hanging on the door of Luo's courtyard, I feel a little uneasy.I threw down a bunch of excerpts from the cards and told the curator that I was going to have a bowel movement, and I drove back to Luojiazhuang.After I knocked open the door, I saw Linghong's dress lying on the ground, just like her human form.When I picked it up and shook it, I was shocked. I saw many small insects falling from the sleeves and folds of the skirt, and scattered all over the ground in black.The wings of those little bugs are bright and transparent, flashing blue light.I'm sure it's a dead firefly, but I don't understand why the firefly in the field broke into the empty house and died in Linghong's skirt.This kind of scene can only appear in Faulkner's novels.Later, I cautiously grabbed my skirt and slipped out of Luo’s small courtyard. The landlady rushed out of the pig stable, grabbed my hand and said, “You bastard, is your room still rentable?” I said, “Rent, wait a minute.” I'll come back and rent your pigsty when I've had enough of my stay at the Grand Hotel." I put away the landlady's dung-stained hand.But Linghong's skirt was further spoiled.I think Linghong's skirt has always been beautiful, why is it so dirty all of a sudden?

One day I walked through the girls' dormitory building of the college, and encountered another unprecedented misfortune.A basin of water suddenly flew out from the window on the third floor, and it just fell on my head. I screamed strangely, and what I touched on the top of my head were hot soup, oil and a leaf of green vegetables.Cursing, I looked out the window and saw a floral dress fluttering on a drying rack.If I were in a good mood in the past, I would consider myself unlucky and forgive all women who committed crimes.But this summer I've had a lot of grief and anger in my chest, and I'm determined to settle accounts with everyone.I quickly ran to the third floor and pushed open the door of a female dormitory. Two girls in the room, one fat and one thin, sat up from the bed and looked at me. "Who poured water on my head?"

"No," said the fat one, "I'm sleeping." "Me neither." The thin one said, "I'm reading a book." "Nonsense." I clenched my fist and knocked on their bed frame, "Don't deny anyone, anyway, it's one of the two of you, either you or her." "I really didn't pour any water." With an innocent expression, "I just woke up." Our eyes turned to the skinny girl.The thin girl slammed the book in her hand on the table, glanced at me coldly, and then grabbed a cloth tiger to play with. She seemed very unwilling to answer me.I found that the skirt she was wearing was also taupe-coloured, which was exactly the same as Linghong's skirt.Her attitude seemed to be watered by me. "Then your lady poured the water?" I said to her, "Why are you persecuting me?" I was even more angry than me, "I don't want to talk!" "Well, you made mistakes and refused to correct them. I have a way to deal with you." I smiled at them, then pointed at the cold-faced beauty and asked the fat girl, "Tell me what's her name?" "Xia Yu." The fat girl said, "Summer in summer, rain in rain." "Rain?" I said, "She is good at rain."

After I walked out of the girls' dormitory, I found the fat girl quietly following behind.She stopped me and said, "I saw the water she poured. You can go to the department secretary Wang to report. Xia Yu has never refused to admit that she has done something wrong." "Of course I have to report." I made a gesture to the fat girl grimace.That Xia Yu in the taupe-colored skirt seems to me to be suffering from the same teenage girl syndrome as Linghong.After I washed my hair, I suddenly felt that this was just a funny thing, and I was no longer interested in reporting Xia Yu's problems in the department.For the sake of the taupe skirt, forgive all the girls in the world.The next night, I continued to write "The Boy in the Well" in the library, and suddenly I heard someone knocking on the door. I thought it was the old curator who came to harass my creation, so I quickly hid the manuscript and put a bunch of cards on the table. It was Xia Yu at the door. "It's you?" I said, "Don't be afraid, I won't pursue your criminal responsibility." "I didn't come to admit my mistakes. I just need to say an apology for pouring a basin of water on your head. I just don't want to talk to people." say." "Then what are you doing here now?" "Now I want someone to talk to. Now I'm empty." "That's great, come in. You are empty, and I am not full." Xia Yu's eye shadow and lipstick were smeared terribly, and she looked lonely and sexy under the light.She lifted up her taupe-colored skirt, jumped to sit on the long table, and said, "Lonely people have a long talk tonight, and you can talk about anything." "It's too long." I said, "I'm writing a great novel." "In this society, people and ghosts are writing novels and poems. It's fucking disgusting. Can novels fill the spiritual void?" ?The whole world is pretending. The black-and-white facial makeup I come across when I walk around is impersonal and colorless. Women pretend to be innocent, while men pretend to be deep. They are all pretending. No one dares to expose a corner of sexual problems. ""I don't like to pretend. I dare to expose my corner sex problem." I stared at Xia Yu's bare shoulder blades and said, "For example, I want to sleep with you now." "Hee hee." Xia Yu laughed, "Then It's totally possible. The point is that I can't be emotional, you know?" I think it's not a good night to play up.It's all because of the unlucky season and the sad mood. When the germs of lust fly over, you will naturally open your mouth wide.I think I'm a rogue I'm a villain I'm a criminal But I'm not the only one, that's my comfort in every bad thing I do.I once wanted to find Xia Yu's blood, but I couldn't.I wondered if that was the difference between the two girls.While we were fooling around at the long table, the unlucky thing happened again.I heard a dull sound. The manuscript of "The Boy in the Well" fell from the shelf by itself, and then hit an electric cup. Coffee was being brewed in the electric cup. The coffee overflowed and spilled on the white manuscript paper. .I shouted: the boy in the well!But Xia Yu's arm clasped my neck hard, and I couldn't break free.I have written the fifth chapter of "The Boy in the Well". Chapter Five of The Boy at the Well I approached the well quietly.The wooden door was left open because there was no cover over it, and the sun was streaming down from the sky.I accidentally found that I grew a little taller, but I still couldn't reach the edge of the well and couldn't see into the well.I moved a stone from nearby, stood on the stone and looked into the well, and I was greatly surprised.I saw a little boy peeping up from below, and as soon as I saw his face, I immediately recalled the stories people told in the past, and from their stories, I knew it was a boy and not a girl.a long long time, I forgot the boy was in the water.Below him is the sky, just as above me is the sky.I leaned out deeply over the rim of the well.Now I see, I do what the boy in the well does.I felt that he was imitating me too.I asked myself, if I rushed down the well now, toward him, would I sink all the way to the sky below?Although the boy below did not fall, if he wanted to, he would immediately let himself sink into the endless blue.He hung upside down like a fly nailed to the ceiling.It must be very interesting.It sinks in this way, sinking deeper and deeper, until it sinks into the sky.Maybe I'll stay with the boy in the well first, though, and watch the geese for him.There may be grass around the well below, but everything is upside down! Eight Xia Yu and I went together to dance in the city's newest recreational dance hall.This is a great way to pass the empty time after sex.In this regard, I am similar to Xia Yu.We crusaded against all the abominations of ballroom dancing, and said in unison that I like to dance disco to Jackson's music. "Don't buy tickets, just follow me in." Xia Yu said, she raised her hand and stroked my face, "Be smart, don't be disgusting like a wilted eggplant. The people here are not good people, you You have to put on a unique style to attract attention." I found that Xia Yu is a frequent visitor of Kangle.we walked through rows of fire When sitting in the car seat, many faces smiled like movie stars at Xia Yu.No one knew Xia Yu's identity.They called her "Miss Xia", as if Xia Yu was a Hong Kong lady who just got off the plane.And Xia Yu walked on the black floor and twisted her waist and buttocks.As soon as she walked into this smoky place, her face was red and youthful.People shouted "Miss Xia" everywhere.She put the snakeskin handbag on my shoulder and walked into a group of young people with dark glasses.From a distance, I heard her shouting to me, "Hey, play by yourself." I found an empty seat next to the big speakers and sat down.In fact, I know very well what a unique style is.Sitting next to a big speaker and shaking your ears, alone with melancholy eyes, disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, smoking a cigarette is a unique style.I used this set of tools to lure Linghong and other girls in college, and I was almost invincible.It's just that it's not what it used to be. People say that my clear and pure eyes have become hollow.It must be funny how I look sitting at the speaker right now, but there's nothing I can do about it.You can't make up for the empty eyes.There are many single girls scattered on the train seats around the dance floor.They couldn't find a partner, but they waited calmly.Thick Ruyan or light application of thin powder is fashionable or nondescript.I felt pain for them while they waited and put on a peaceful and generous pose.I think these stupid beauties are wasting their beauty in this state, men are waiting for the opportunity to attack, just give her a lazy smile, she will flip up the long skirt, grab your hand and slip into the center of the dance floor , you may pull her to your bed if you keep tightening her hand, this is the scenery and love of the dance hall.I don’t know when it started, but when I saw the ballroom, I was as excited and dejected as seeing a piece of big Dongpo meat gas.I spent the night in the ballroom and only played disco to whatever tune was played at the end.Just like that, I suddenly saw Linghong and Shuiyang, who were sitting in a corner playing with their temperament.Linghong's face was pale, and her black hair hung down sadly from her forehead, and was finally buried in a tiger skin collar.Linghong snuggles under Shuiyang's steep figure like a kitten, playing with the sadness appropriately.And Shui Yang is always a chic and trendy poet, with a white scarf loosely tied around his neck, he is full of talent, and Shui Yang's bright red lips collide forcefully like bluestones, predicting the future of poetry.Seven or eight literary youths were fascinated by it.There is a proverb from Shui Yang that reached my ears through tango music: the highest state of art is to return to the basics.I burst out laughing.I can't figure out how to get into the habit myself, and I make this nasty laugh whenever I hear someone preaching the truth to me. "Back to simplicity." I muttered, stood up, and walked towards Linghong.A vicious thought rolled in my heart, which made my face dark and hideous, so that Linghong shuddered when he saw me. "Miss, please give me back the sheets." I leaned on the back of the sofa chair and said to Linghong.Everyone turned their heads and stared at me in surprise, and then looked at Linghong again.I heard someone cover their mouths and start sniggering.This is the effect I want.Linghong lowered her head in despair and sadness, with tears in her eyes.This is not enough.I'm waiting for something big to happen.I observed Shui Yang, expecting him to burst into a rage and fight me to the death like Pushkin.But amidst the uproar in the ballroom, Shui Yang put on an air of disdain for entanglement with scoundrels, leisurely Then he lit a cigarette.I saw Shui Yang's heart clearly, he was just like me, but a beautifully decorated big pustule. "Miss, hasn't that sheet been washed?" I repeated with a serious expression.Linghong let out a choked sob, and then jumped up from Shuiyang's side, her face was so pale that it made people sad.She looked at Shui Yang, then came over and took my hand.I said, "Would you like to buy me a dance?" She kept pulling me out of the crowd without saying a word, and finally she pushed me in front of the soda fountain. The paper cup of ice cream in the hand of the last girl hit my face quickly. I only felt the cold blow as if a bullet had pierced my body, and ice cream bloomed all over my body.The dancing people started laughing wildly at me.Xia Yu came when I took out my handkerchief to wipe my face, Xia Yu said, "What are you doing?" I said, "Game." Xia Yu said, "What game?" Game." I yelled at Xia Yu.I'm actually pretending to be easy, what kind of game is this?I was so uncomfortable that I wanted to vomit blood, my hands and feet were cold, and the corners of my mouth were grinning upwards, which was a smile, but as long as I couldn't control it well, it might be a sincere cry.I quickly grabbed Xia Yu and jumped onto the dance floor.The dance is called duck dance. "That chick is your old lover?" Xia Yu said. "No. It's a college classmate." I said. "Don't be afraid to admit it. She is following the water now." Xia Yu said. "You also know Shuiyang?" I said. "How can we not know each other? Poets are experts in love." Xia Yu giggled and patted my shoulder, "You should admit that Shui Yang is very attractive, you have lost to him no matter what. Women are the most OK referee. "I shook my head firmly. I don't admit it, at least I got rid of his tall shadow in my heart today. I found out that Shuiyang is a cowardly pussy. I was ecstatic about this discovery, and felt boring and vulgar afterwards. I What's the point of doing all this? If others are already shameful, what's the point of learning from you? "Do you want to hear it?" Xia Yu suddenly laughed mysteriously. "Listen to what?" "I'm with Shui Yang." Xia Yu hesitated to speak, "Want to hear it?" "What?" Turned around a few times, "He's not as good as you in bed at all." I grinned and hissed like a toothache, and I said, "This has nothing to do with me." No relationship.I don't know where my anger is coming from. Nine A drainpipe hangs from the roof of the library through the window.During the nights when I hibernate at school, I always heard the sound of water gurgling in the drainpipe.Sometimes it feels like it's raining outside.The sound of the rain is as quiet and indifferent as the autumn rain in my small southern town.At this time, my body will undergo some changes, and I will hold my body tightly like a baby. Curled up, both hands grabbed a mass of nothingness in the air.It's weird, and it's a shame to be seen. What's even stranger is that I often see the face of a strange man in the dark.The man was squatting on the courtyard wall of our house half a person high, looking around.I saw him early in the morning when I went to school, his hair was condensed with the night dew, and a hazy silver gas was evaporating from his long and thin face.He squatted on the courtyard wall, whistled at me, jumped down the street and disappeared.That man was the famous fugitive who resisted arrest in our small town.That person died in the cul-de-sac next door to my house after wandering in the small town for nearly a month.He was unwilling to be arrested, and seven bullets were used to finally seize his body.His body was dragged past my door, leaving trails of purple blood running through it.The residents of the small town knew about the strange fugitive from the notice on the telephone pole, which said that he had committed robbery, hooliganism, homicide, and crimes of disturbing public order. It is also strange that I still remember the fugitives in the small southern town after all these years.