Chapter 10 Section ten

Laughter echoed alone in the silent West Lake, reflected on the water surface, scurried among the willows, and went straight to the sky in this summer. It's passed.A unicorn with a broken horn, life without a soul.Yushu Qiongzhi turned into smoke. What life? This is Xu Xian's own joke. I smiled coldly to myself. In the end, no one can get this human doll, and it will eventually turn into bloody pus and seep into the Nine Springs. ——I'll show you! Fa Hai looked at me. I just confronted provocatively. He accomplished the feat. The white snake was sealed under the tower. He closed his eyes, why:

"West Lake is dry, and the river tide does not rise; Leifeng Pagoda falls, and the white snake is born." Those gentle oaths, those wind, flowers, snow and moon, those rains and tears, those "loves" are all because of childishness! ——But why debunk it? Are you jealous? You can't enjoy it in your life, so you can't see such a good thing that lovers in the world will finally get married, and they are even not allowed to deceive themselves. I confronted him. You're next to deal with.It's me! As the setting sun shines in the west, Leifeng Pagoda is bathed in the blood-red sunset glow, burning itself like a rouge girl full of thoughts.No, it is a tomb, where Suzhen, who died of heart, is buried alive. The person and the tower are full of thoughts.

Leifeng Pagoda was first built in Wuyue. It was originally a thirteen-story brick pagoda planned by King Qian Chu of Wuyue to store 84,000 volumes of Buddhist scriptures.Leifeng Pagoda, also known as Huangfei Pagoda, is now also imprisoning a woman who has a son.However, the fate of the two is very different. Who ordered this?No one can tell. Maybe all wrong.Suzhen shouldn't have met Xu Xian, I shouldn't have met him, he shouldn't have met Fahai...wrong. It's all Fahai, I shouldn't have encountered Fahai. I hate him! As a woman, I hold grudges with a petty weapon. He can beat me and kill me, but he can never despise me so much and reject me and abandon me like a scrap of paper.

I hate him! ——I used as much energy as I loved to hate a man who was so helpless that I couldn't do anything. The twilight is dark, and the evening smoke rises slowly. He will never know, this eternal secret.The last sentence I said to him turned out to be "...please raise your hands high", what a fool!I failed miserably. The human heart is the most complicated, so complicated that its owner doesn't even understand it.At least, it has evolved into a kind of resentment and helpless stubbornness.It ends up being empty. Now, he should accept me too. I will fix him and wait for him to collect it.

Fa Hai stood there, motionless like a mountain. A long, long time has passed. What is he thinking?I have no idea. ... With a sound from Langdang, the bowl was dropped.He hastily, arrogantly, silently... evasively, turned and left. he's gone. He let me live? Somehow, I put on a mocking smile. "This is the man?" he's gone. Spare me to face the endgame - maybe, maybe he knows. The endgame is a foregone conclusion. I watched him go away. The end of the matter is like a watch at night and resentment in the morning. He didn't charge me. I was alone, with a baby in my arms, on the road alone, I didn't know where I was going, the only direction was to run in the opposite direction.

Along the way, along the way, I saw the ground, under the stone, the roots of the trees, the feet of the pavilion...all of them are demons under the town of Fahai.But he let me go!Am I a winner or a loser? Suddenly there was the sound of the bell of the Buddhist monastery, urging people to go on the road. The cold moon is half dead. There are still temples for the monk to go to, and white gauze lanterns are densely spread along the way, Wang Ran like the sea, welcome him back to Jinshan Temple, continue to walk on behalf of the sky, pretending that nothing happened. But what about me? Where can I go?

Everything was silent.In the end, only myself can be saved.It's ridiculous. Everything is like a storm coming at night, and its whereabouts are unknown.I don't cherish, I don't panic, I don't feel anything.It's just a game. Hey, there is also the sleeping baby——I attached a letter, writing: "The baby's surname is Xu, and his biological parents are unable to raise him due to unavoidable difficulties. With grief and tears, his heart is pierced like a knife, Wanwang kindhearted people..." In this way, I placed him in front of a decent-looking house, peeping from a corner until someone came out and hugged him in, and no longer hugged him out. I calmed down and quietly retreated. .

His father is dead, where does reincarnation go?There must be someone who dies in order to live. Ha, the father and son are about the same age.The two have been reincarnated, what entanglements are there? ... "It's all well arranged," I thought. isn't it?Fahai lives in a closed house forever, Xu Xian is freed, and the child is raised by someone.Suzhen didn't know this situation, she just thought her husband was old and died naturally.She is real, and he is also real, there is no need to doubt it, but it will not last forever. Looking up, staring at the half-disabled pale moon, what is my plan?I'm completely, ruthless!

Don't pass the world, I just walked aimlessly towards the east.A river of spring water flows eastward, and the east does not know whether it is the process or the end.There are many small islands in the sea, some are too big to be inhabited; some are too small to be noisy with birds.Finally I found a small island with evergreen trees, buried my head and lived in seclusion in the mountains, and the sword followed me like a shadow, accompanying me through the desolate years. I am getting smarter every day.How sad! For the world, I understand too well—— Every man wishes to have two women in his life: White Snake and Green Snake.Simultaneously and alternately, embellishing his desolate fate—but, when he got the white snake, she gradually became the pale ashes beside the rich man's gate; the green snake was the green and crisp leaves on the top of the tree.When he got the green snake, she turned out to be a stuffy green mountain herb in the Baizi cabinet; and when the white snake raised its head, it saw thousands of new snowflakes of tenderness flying in the sky.

Every woman also hopes to have two men in her life: Xu Xian and Fa Hai.Yes, Fa Hai is a golden lacquered god who has tried every means to win his favor. He has been waiting for him for a while, and looks up to him; He listened to the words to iron his heart—but just because he got it, he couldn't say a word accurately, and didn't move vigorously.What if Fahaiken surrendered, and he thought he was stubborn and neglectful, and he didn't understand gentleness, and wasted all his efforts. Those who can't get it make people itch with hatred and sympathy.I've thought about it for many, many, many years, and finally figured it out—but stupid people like humans will never be able to figure it out.It wasn't until one day when I looked back that I realized that the sky had changed...

It turned out that after a long time, the Great Song Dynasty was gone. After some turmoil, it was the Tartars who ruled China, and the dynasty changed.No. "Yuan". There are also scholars among the people who have no sustenance in their hearts, secretly reading the printed editions of the former dynasty. The Song version of the books has neat fonts, rounded cuts, firm white paper, and light ink color. They have been preserved for a long time, and they can still smell the fragrance.In some of them, the title, name and place of origin of the editor are recorded at the end of the book.Seeing the word "Hangzhou", my heart is full of curiosity—— Has anyone written our story? Does anyone remember what happened in West Lake, an illusory situation, scattered souls? What a disappointment.Even false reports are absent.Even if it is such a shocking event in a small circle, after all, it will not be remembered by writers—what's the big deal?They don't even mention it. Too disappointed. I wish I could go out and ask someone to write a biography for me, so as not to live up to the pain——Living alone is all about being ready to move, and I can't stand being left out. Seven days in the middle of the mountain, if so, hundreds of years have passed in the world. I am very impatient, when will it be "the West Lake is dry, the river tide can't rise; the Leifeng Pagoda falls, and the white snake is born"?Whenever the setting sun shines in the west and the shadow of the pagoda crosses the sky, old and abrupt, I think: Suzhen, who is imprisoned at the bottom of the pagoda, what is there to feel while devoting herself to meditation?might have: ——Don't bring men up. Yes, don't bring him up.It is best not to love until he is almost ready.Men are not happy to "promise each other with their bodies". Once he gets promoted and waits for an opportunity to break through, you will be in danger.No man is willing to sell his life. He always has the ambition to use the money he sells to buy another life. Revisiting the old hatred in this way, I found that among all the folk legends, none of them are more shocking than us. Fortunately, there are also good people who know the goods and pass down our stories in the form of storytelling. After the Song and Yuan Dynasties, and in the Ming Dynasty, a guy called Feng Menglong, incorporated it into it, and gave it a title, "The White Lady Yongzheng Leifeng Pagoda".Come and have a look, hey!Neither is the biography I had in mind.It conceals the absurd truth.The four corners of Acid Wind, Jealousy and Rain are entangled, all of which are not explained in the book.I am not satisfied. The Ming Dynasty only had a lifespan of 277 years, so it perished to the Qing Dynasty.In the Qing Dynasty, there was a scholar Chen Yuqian who wrote "Yi Yao Zhuan" with 53 chapters in four volumes and a sequel with 16 chapters in two volumes.Writing the two of us as "righteous demons" is overly beautified, and the content appears anemic.I am not satisfied either. ——If there is a chance in the future, I will do it myself to be serious.No one can write other people's stories well. This is China, and all the records handed down in China are not the truth about the person involved. Prosperity, exasperation, embarrassment.It's good to come by yourself, the writing is too real, if you look down upon it, you will admit it.Zhu Bajie enters the slaughterhouse and contributes himself—the only meaning of autobiography. It is impossible to be extravagant emotionally, and I have to do long-term storage and recuperation, so I have to focus on writing to become famous. "What are you talking about when the fat is thick and the powder is fragrant? How can the temples turn into frost? Yesterday the bones were buried in the loess, and the mandarin ducks are lying under the red silk tent tonight..." ——I saw such a verse in a famous book that everyone knows .Do the math, I am over a thousand years old now, how is it different from ordinary people?Despite countless bloody wars, are all living beings still multiplying, reproducing, loving, hating, aging and dying, Chen Chen Xiangyin? Suddenly one day, this day, when I was writing in a small island deep in the mountains, I saw Leifeng flames in the distance.what!I thought: Could it be that Suzhen is saved? I was inexplicably excited and rushed to the place. I saw a group of children, wearing disturbingly green uniforms and disturbingly red armbands, holding high the red flag, shouting in the sea of ​​fire: "The pioneers, for the revolution, shed all their blood; the successors, to protect the country, take out their red hearts!" "For the sake of the revolution, even if you die, what are you afraid of! Defend the dictatorship, restore eternal life, and blood stain the mountains and rivers!" In this way, from the dawn of the morning until the sunset, they didn't go to school, they just yelled and sang there, and the teacups were handed back and forth in the crowd. What are they doing? "Revolutionary young general"? "Comrade Xu Shilin!" one Red Guard said to the other, "You come and order the host to overthrow the irrefutable evidence that the feudal emperor enslaved the people!" "No, from today onwards, I will not be called Xu Shilin!" The heroic boy proudly announced to his comrades, "I have changed my name to Xu Xiangyang!" All cheered and applauded, and there were many peace talks: "I want to change my name too, my name is Chen Xiangdong!" "I want to call Zheng Qianjin!" The girls also shouted: "I want to be called Li Yonghong!" "Okay, comrades!" Xu Xiangyang raised his arms and shouted, "We fight in unity, not afraid of sacrifice, not afraid of fatigue. In order to defend Chairman Mao and the Party Central Committee, we are willing to shed the last drop of blood. Chairman Mao and the Party Central Committee are ours. Backing! Long live the invincible Mao Zedong Thought!" "Long live the Cultural Revolution!" Alas, hurry up and continue to knock down the Leifeng Pagoda, why are you still shouting?so troublesome.What are "Chairman Mao" and "Party Central Committee"?I don't know at all, I just hope that they will unite as one and release my sister indirectly. They tried their best to destroy, some dug bricks, some added firewood, some moved and smashed.I also used my internal strength, danced my sword like flying, and gave a solid helping hand. The bricks and rocks were cracked, and finally, the tower fell down! The tower fell! Perhaps after all these years, Leifeng Pagoda is like a decayed tooth, and it will collapse if it is shaken a little. Perhaps, it was because of the power of the revolutionary young general headed by Xu Xiangyang.It is the contribution of the Cultural Revolution. Both Suzhen and I have to thank it! ——The White Snake was finally born! As soon as I saw her, I rushed forward. At first, her eyes were full of confusion, and she didn't know where the world was.A prisoner who has been in prison all his life is often at such a loss-the brightest days are past. "sister!" "Xiaoqing!" We hugged each other fiercely, wishing we could embed each other in our bodies. "Sister! We also have today!" Everyone rushes to shed tears before each other, the slight gray rain, and the embers of bricks and trees all run into the eyes, turning into tears and tears, which cannot be controlled. We both have today. "Xiaoqing, who pushed the tower down?" "It's those little dolls." Suzhen followed the direction of my finger and looked at the group of young generals holding high the red flag and beating drums to retreat. The team was still singing. Tomorrow they don't know which pagoda, which temple, or which historic site they are going to destroy.It's their homework anyway. "Who?" "Here, what is Xu Xu..." "It's him?" Suzhen's lips trembled slightly, "It's him?..." "Who?" "It's my son! Xiaoqing, let me meet him!" I desperately blocked.After finally getting rid of all love and hatred, what are you doing? "Sister, he is not your son. Think about it, it has been more than 800 years, and after so many reincarnations, he will remember? Don't ask for trouble." "Yes, it's been more than 800 years. Their father and son also..." she murmured. "How old are you! Look, almost two thousand years old." I changed the subject. "What dynasty is it now?" "I don't know." "Who will be the emperor?" "I don't know—but, it seems that it is not called 'Emperor', but 'Chairman'." "'Chairman'?" "Hey, forget about these nosy things. Let's go home." I took her hand and went home. Along the way, I found that many of the same kind were also "going home".The two of us are snakes, and the others are spiders, scorpions, earthworms, lizards, centipedes...they flourished for a while.Why are these fellow demons so lively? Ah, I thought of it! —— We passed Lingyin Temple, Jingci Temple, Xiling Yinshe, Fanghe Pavilion, Yuefen... All cultural relics have been severely damaged. The old ideas, old culture, old customs, and old habits of the exploiting class have all been destroyed. Like rubbish, it was swept out and smashed to pieces. Perhaps under every smashed cultural relic, there is also an infatuated demon! Who knows?There must be unspeakable stories in it, with their own development and their own endings, and it is impossible for us to know them one by one. Thanks to the Cultural Revolution!Thanks to Wen Quxing, after nine reincarnations, Suzhen's son personally instigated this great feat and saved his mother.It also means that all the fellow demons who have been suppressed will be "liberated" unprecedentedly. Revolutionary action is the embodiment of rationality, breaking the conventional order of the world, and bringing the oppressed to life. Suzhen and I greeted them one by one and exchanged knowing smiles.Who hasn't been there? Now you're done.It’s like pressing a picture scroll, you need a stamp in Zhuwen, which is square and solemn, and the Cultural Revolution is that stamp, which is happily stamped next to each story, and the iron case is like a mountain. I was in the deep mountain, and Suzhen was at the bottom of the pagoda, each hiding from the world. Once I saw such chaos in the market, I was very surprised. The common people are all dressed in gray and blue, and there are always parades and massive destruction.Everyone has not advanced in learning skills, and has regressed sharply.Yingying whispered and blinked.The majestic great country has lost all its abundance, and one billion people have been reduced to frightened birds with wretched behavior and sneaky behavior. The Red Guards were privileged elements who beat, condemned, and humiliated people casually. The horrible situation made my hair stand on end, and it was unbearable. So we both hurriedly hid at the bottom of the West Lake. Unexpectedly, people throw themselves into the lake every day. Otherwise, blood will stain the blue waves, and sometimes suddenly throw down the eyes of three people who have been gouged out by life. What a nuisance! We don't like this "dynasty", so we simply live in seclusion and wait for his country to change.To be honest, being a snake gives you this freedom, which cannot be cultivated by humans. They have to face what they don’t want to face, and they don’t even dare to be lazy. ... After a while, about ten years, the number of people throwing themselves into the lake gradually decreased, the noisy people shut up, and the game of revolution was over again—they said the game was played in the wrong way, but the essence of the game was justifiable. The storm is a little quieter. Suzhen pretended not to care much about the past, occasionally stretched herself, and asked the question that had been asked a hundred and seventy-three times: "What happened to Mr. Xiang after that?" "Oh!" I coaxed her, "After you were suppressed at the bottom of the pagoda, Fa Hai dispersed. My husband regretted it and was willing to become a monk, so he shaved and became a monk beside the pagoda, practiced for several years, and passed away overnight." "Really? Don't lie to me." "When he was about to die, he still left four lines of poems. What did he say, 'The patriarch saved me from the world of mortals, and the iron tree blossomed and began to see spring; transforming reincarnation and transforming, transforming from life to life—'" Suzhen hurriedly answered: "The following is 'If you want to know whether there is form or not, you must know that there is no form but there is form; form is emptiness and emptiness is form, and emptiness and form should be distinguished', right?" "Since you have memorized it so well, why do you want me to start from the beginning? Really." I flattered her. "Maybe every time you say it, you can fill in a little bit of the missing plot." - will not be missed.Because that's not true at all.This is a passage I extracted from Feng Menglong's "Warning to the World: White Lady Yongzhen Leifeng Pagoda".Others have elaborated on our story, and it has been passed down to this day.In order to comfort Suzhen, how can I let her know about my "violence"?I don't have to reveal the truth.Then he made a conclusion: "Sister, the husband is not bad." "Yes—even if I can't see..." I don't talk to you.I don't pursue it anymore.From now on I want her only me! The clear and indifferent bell sounded again, like fate, sobbing.I turned around again. "sister--" "Well?" "A long time ago, were you in love?" "Yes!" Suzhen affirmed. And me?Strange, I don't hate him anymore.There was a day when he was beside me, touching me gracefully, his hands sweeping back and forth, I almost believed that I loved him too. At that time, it was only normal. But it turned out to be the last.Luckily I killed him so he never had a chance to meet another new love.He only had two women in his life.Now the two women are entangled again—we are each other's new loves.Until the end of time. But I have an unforgettable secret, which I refuse to reveal even when I am drunk. It is a name called "Fahai".I can't even remember. Isn't life just as good without a man? Neither of us will ever show affection to humans again. So wronged, shameful!If you don't want to be a snake, forget it. From now on, Suzhen doesn't look at all umbrellas, all fans, all melon skin boats, all men... Feelings are impoverished. I wrote down my own story, stroke by stroke, like carving with a knife, in an attempt to write the story to death and be reborn among the people in the future. mid-spring. The yang energy is getting stronger day by day, the peach blossoms are blooming red, the birds are chirping, the yin and yang qi of heaven and earth are in frequent contact, there are a lot of lightning in the agitation, and the sound of thunder suddenly sounds, and it will be another "Jingzhe". At night, after a spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the stars, the moon, and the mist are lingering, and the lotus lanterns are held high on the white embankment, and their reflections are melancholy on the lake.The sky is still a little chilly. Approaching Xiling Yinshe, when no one is whispering in the middle of the night. just listen to: "Xiao Tong, don't worry, I'm saving money. After a while, I can buy a sewing machine, a refrigerator, or an electric fan first. And next month when my eldest cousin and second cousin come, they will bring it to me. A tape recorder, two speakers, and cassette tapes of Andy Lau and Liming. They are the most popular in Hong Kong, you must listen to their songs. Xiao Tong, will you marry me?..." Couples on the West Lake, two people and two bicycles, drive side by side, choose a place with deep willow shade, and swear. "I will treat you well all my life, please rest assured..." No one will remember "five lectures, four beauties and three loves", "elimination of spiritual pollution", "Shanghai, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Anhui and Jiangxi fly together"...they only know how to speak and listen to things that they don't believe. Peacefully and humbly believed again.As difficult as it is to build a motherland, it is much easier to build love.Although both are castles in the air. What a beautiful day on a good day. Suddenly a gust of cool wind passed by, like a hand sweeping through the hair.Unexpectedly, it started to rain again. Not big, but very dense, light and flowing, stepping in small steps, coming slowly. "what--" Small exclamations, reluctant to be disturbed, the lovers have not had time to say what they have in their hearts, and they have to step on their bicycles to leave again, so as to find a quiet and safe place.On the quiet road, there were also bickering sounds.The woman scolded: "I told you not to come. I've taken a shower, so it's not good to meet in Nongkou? I'm going to step on the broken bridge again. It will rain heavily later, won't you be drenched again when you go back?" "Your brother is eavesdropping!" The man felt wronged. "Don't go to work tomorrow, huh? You're here in a hurry, and it's my brother's fault." "Why are you so unreasonable?" "Who wants to be reasonable? Don't you want to talk about love? Talk about shit!" The two were at a stalemate, and the man became angry and refused to come forward to negotiate a peace.The woman trembled with curly hair, and stepped on the car to go back. Suzhen couldn't see it: "Hey, such a beautiful evening wasted, stop bickering, hurry up and make up!" I smile: "What does it have to do with you?" It rained for no reason. At the kiosk near the broken bridge, a man sheltering from the rain suddenly came.Because the rain was so fierce, misty and indistinct, he had to take shelter for a while before going on the road. He is carrying a black umbrella.Ordinary people always use that kind of black umbrella. — But he is not an ordinary person. He is a beautiful boy.His eyes are clear, simple and pious.Wearing a light blue striped top, holding a large stack of English conversation textbooks, and a lot of books and magazines.In order to maintain the culture in his hands, the fragile culture after the revolution, he waited for the rain with one heart and one mind. Su Zhen was restless.Hey, she's restless when a man is around! "Xiaoqing," she said, "look at how outdated my outfit is, today's women don't braid their hair in a bun. Old-fashioned!" "Sister, what are you doing?" She hastened to adapt to the trend. Turning around, she permed her hair, and there were a few beauty hooks on her forehead.Wear a pair of wide-leg jeans instead.I changed into stockings on my feet, the kind of three-flesh-colored nylon stockings.High-soled sandals.The top is colorful, with fluorescent colors in between, and a bow is tied at the waist at the bottom of the T-shirt.There are rings on the fingers, silver and thick.The earrings are general specifications, too.Make up your face and apply lipstick.Even though it was a rainy day, I carried a pair of sunglasses in my jacket pocket - I didn't tear off the label sticker. "Do you think I'm stylish? Good-looking?" He also carried a small purse pretending to be a famous brand. "Sister," I was shocked, "you want to—" "Xiaoqing, life is too long, there is nothing to do, should I sit and wait for death?" "No, you forgot your lesson?" "Xiaoqing, I asked him to dance at the disco. You can go about your business. Goodbye, bye!" "Your lesson—" Her heart went again.Can't stay. This time, really, according to the "lessons" she had received, she was going to be alone and fend for herself.She was not keen on inviting me to go with me at all, so as not to get a share of the action and repeat the same mistakes. I saw her crossing the bridge to the small pavilion in the distance. Whispering, teasing, love like thunder and lightning, she hooked up with this man again. He held up the umbrella and protected her on the road.It all started with the umbrella, and she didn't need any middlemen who went through the needles—maybe she was a female worker in Zhang Xiaoquan's scissors factory at the moment.Zhang Xiaoquan, a famous brand in Hangzhou for more than three hundred years.Its scissors are evenly inlaid with steel, with sharp edges, fine grinding, smooth opening and closing, firm locking nails, novel engravings, beautiful styles, and durability—however, such excellent scissors can cut endless debts in the world. Who is that man? Who is he? Why did her heart turn like a pulley when she saw him? Ah, I see— If that was Xu Xian's reincarnation, she would owe him life after life! is it him?is it him? I forbid myself to be distracted. Anyway, Suzhen likes it, so let her do it. I want to concentrate on writing the story that happened when I was over 500 years old, during the reign of Emperor Xiaozong and Chunxi of Weinan Song Dynasty.That's enough to keep me busy. I also plan to post my manuscript to the most famous "Oriental Daily" in Hong Kong.I heard that newspaper has the most readers, and I hope that the most people will know about me. It's great that the manuscript has been published.You can also get royalties.Don't be in vain. I wrote at the end of the letter: "Mr. Editor, please pay the manuscript fee in Hong Kong dollars or U.S. dollars. Otherwise, it can be converted into foreign exchange certificates. My address is: China, Zhejiang, Hangzhou, West Lake, Duanqiaodi. Xiaoqing can accept it." It's fine if I don't receive the manuscript fee, money is not a problem for me.I wrote my autobiography so tirelessly not because of the royalties, but because of loneliness. Because of loneliness, many memories are inevitable. —But what good is memory?When remembering, why not make the next memory. Yeah, my heart went too. In the smoky rain, the blue-clothed boy opened an umbrella—— What are you waiting for? I want to catch up.I am still Suzhen's younger sister, and I am also a female worker at Zhang Xiaoquan Scissors Factory. I decided to borrow his umbrella and ask him to come and get it back tomorrow.Jiefang Road, Yan'an Road, Stadium Road, Hubin Road, Huanhu Road...a family on any asphalt road. As soon as I twisted my body, I chased after him curlingly curlingly... First edition: May 1986 Revised Edition: June 1993