Chapter 8 08

Gu Er told me that there was a guy with a sharp nose standing over the garden fence and peeping——she described it, and I realized that that person was a car driver who resigned from a certain agency a few years ago, and now he is a self-employed transporter.He often plays mahjong in the driving class of the gardening field, and it is said that he is a good player in the casino. She was very afraid of those eyes. I've seen him before and only remember once.The bulging forehead is right, and those eyes are like eagles, sharp and compelling.There was a section where our grapes were very troublesome to transport, and they were often robbed halfway, so someone introduced us to "Eagle Eye".It turned out he did a good job for us.The man had read a great deal, and tried in every possible way to impress me, but soon he was busy with his own affairs.

This time when he showed up, he could have walked freely into the garden, but hid behind the fence. I told Gu Er to be careful.As long as she goes deep into the garden, I will definitely let the fourth brother or ring the bell to accompany her.I made a rule that whenever she went to the beach, or went home, she had to ask for leave... I knew that this kind of vigilance was not superfluous.In the past six months, I don't know how many vicious cases have occurred on the plain, and some of them are really unheard of. Now we prefer to believe that all the sensational horror stories are true.It was a crazy, insane moment.

Our foreheads seemed to have a premonition—she said she was afraid of that eagle eye, terribly afraid.There are days when she always snuggles up to her fourth brother, next to that black shotgun... That day I went to a small eastern town, where there was a big winery, and the winemaking engineer was my best friend.He has been of great help to our vineyard over the years, but this winemaking genius has recently fallen out with his lover.He is in great pain.I'm here to comfort him, and I also want to enlighten that woman by the way.So I went back to the vineyard a day or two late, not expecting anything to happen.

The engineer's lover was tall and slender, and used to come and live in the vineyard with the men for a day or two.She is in her thirties, but she looks like she is only in her twenties. Her face is flushed, really hot and full of vitality.She speaks quickly and is in a hurry, but it can't be seen that she is the kind of person who is too frivolous.She conjures up the image of a charming fox, especially with a "bewitching nose" - according to the brewing engineer.He loved her to death, and after many years of marriage, the flame of this love did not weaken day by day, but intensified.It's a pity that the woman had a close relationship with a group of good guys, and had a deep friendship, and the transition from friendship to love was a breeze.She doesn't seem to be that kind of emotionally fluffy person, so her choice is by no means so absurd.It only hurt my engineer friend, who almost collapsed.How could I not have this friend?And my vineyard, can't lose him...

I didn't get back to the vineyard until late that day.The spotted tiger welcomed me very restrainedly—in the past, whenever it came back from outside, it was always so excited that it threw itself into my arms, every hair on its body was trembling... This time its eyes dodged, I figured something must have happened. It was quiet in the hut.I walked very close, but I still couldn't see anyone walking out to meet the barking dogs——I stepped into the fourth brother's house, and there was no one there;Gu forehead sat in the middle, covered his face, and let out a weak cry.My heart was pounding immediately - those eagle eyes flashed in my mind!

As I approached, they all raised their heads together.Only the forehead covered his face all the time, and tears trickled down his fingers. I pulled her hand away, and her breathing immediately became rapid, and she was about to be out of breath.Her crying became louder and louder, and her heavy forehead was so heavy that she was about to fall down.I hold her up. "He's ruthless, he..." I couldn't say a word of comfort, and I couldn't hear what the forehead said.Ringing the bell took her into his arms and coaxed her in a low voice: "Anyway, the tiger chased him away. If this wolf comes out again, the fourth brother will shoot him to death..."

The fourth brother pulled my hand out with a heavy face, and the tiger followed closely behind.We went all the way to the depths of the vineyard. Under the grape trellis, there is a piece of soil that has been trampled in a mess. If you look carefully, there are torn hair, clothes pieces, and a hairpin on it.It was obvious that there had been a violent struggle here not long ago. The fourth brother said: "I was shoveling soil with her at that time, and the bell called me, and I left. It was only half an hour, and the spotted tiger didn't make a good call, as if the child also called. I I didn’t know well, so I ran over with my legs... The guy didn’t succeed, he was bitten by a tiger; he was good at jumping over several grape trellises, and the gun couldn’t reach him..."

I asked if it was "Eagle Eye"? The fourth brother did not answer, but stared at the southwest direction bitterly: "Wait, I must punch out his stomach. This is for certain, and it is useless to say. Hey, my gun should have come in handy a long time ago." gone." I asked again, and the fourth brother said: "You can ask Guer, she just won't answer. But my gun will recognize him when the time comes...that's for sure!" Banhu had a depressed face, as if avoiding my gaze.This kind creature took all responsibility consciously.How touching.How can the sins of the world be understood so shallowly?Its fiery hope and loyalty should make everyone feel ashamed...

The fourth brother looked at the tiger and said, "What kind of weapon is that wolf in his hand? He beat the tiger, look!" He knelt down and brushed away the forehead of the tiger - I saw a bruise. "The tiger came over from behind the shelf, bit the back of his neck, and he gave it a dick..." I went back to the hut and asked if the drum forehead was "Eagle Eye"?She cried without answering.I asked again, and she said that she was only trying to break free and fight, and she really didn't see the person clearly. I don't quite believe her words, but I think she has no reason to hide.I only guessed in my heart that it was the "Hawkeye".

For several days, the fourth brother wandered around the garden with a gun on his shoulders.He is looking for that person.I went to the gardening field a few times on purpose to inquire about the whereabouts of "Eagle Eye", but they all said I didn't see it. The fourth brother often leads the tigers out in his free time, facing the north wind and going far away, of course not for fun.I knew he was dying to hunt a wolf. The wolf bit us.It doesn't quite understand that the drum and our vineyard are already connected by flesh and blood.She, her fourth brother, Lingling, and even Banhu are now an inseparable big family.We lived in the same hut, and watched over our plain together.

This wolf is doomed to a bad end, because it offended the angry hunters here. Of course this will not be an imbecile wolf.It is cunning, insidious, and even handsome.Real wolves are probably like this.Real wolves are extremely focused, sometimes desperate, on hunting their prey. ＊＊＊ Apart from sorting out ancient songs, I haven't written my own songs for a long time.No desire to sing.Maybe the best thing for me is midnight.I only look into your eyes in the middle of the night - they still shine as brightly as yesterday.I imagined that passionate forehead, and the blue-black soft hair above it-this gaze calmed my day's smoldering, resentment, and various hopes... I don't know how you feel when you are alone, maybe we are very similar.I build quietly in my heart, doing it slowly and carefully... This is an era of walking into the heart, Bai Hui!We are looking forward hopelessly and enthusiastically... On the long road without end, what is left for people is only a short section where the end can be seen at a glance. Only done in a hurry without even having time to summarize.Who can be more relaxed on this short road? But even that didn't make me forget... I saw the world as a growing tree, and I saw it take out its vigorous branches and leaves, and I saw the delicious fruit it produced.Everything can prove that it is still growing, far from dead.So I have to treat it with caution, especially not to extend my hand to cut it.Even if there is only one drop of water left, I will water it... I remembered the benefactor I met when I was wandering in the mountains—the geography teacher who was reduced to the middle school in the mountain area, and the person who influenced my life . . . whenever I imagine the world with good intentions, I remember him. Miss you deeply.His dark and thin face sometimes makes me shudder.This man was sent to me by the gods.I met such a good man, and I was convinced all my life. We snuggled up on those cold nights and talked about all kinds of things.He showed me what a wide open world it is.It was from him that I fell in love with geology and Gezi.I will never forget his life experience, and I can still hear the desperate cry of the old headmaster that day.I remember that it was a heavy snow day.He died in one of the coldest winters.The old headmaster looked up to the sky and shouted: "He is an orphan..." A lonely man died in the mountains. He had a big rucksack on the spot where he fell... From then on, I always felt that a real man should have such a rucksack.Maybe it was a simple imitation, but I finally made a pair and carried it on my back. If it was the teacher in the mountains that made me fall in love with geology, then it is clear that it was your father who made me turn my back on geology.Just thinking of this Elder Bai makes me feel bad, so let's save him for later... He is your father, it's really speechless.You can't choose your own father either, like I did. I told you about my father, about my family.I didn't have the courage until today, more than ten years later. When will you tell us about your father?Let's leave it for the future... I said it: There was a time when I was so desperate to find a new father.How stupid I am.I don't understand that no matter how great or small a father one has, nothing changes for him.This is a very simple and brutal fact.Bloodlines firmly fix a life in one position, making it impossible to break free for the rest of its life.If the god watched him break free desperately, he would smile maliciously. Xu Fu fled to Jiuzhou by taking advantage of the opportunity of seeking immortal medicine for Qin Shihuang, and maybe became a king—once a person has the opportunity, it is hard not to be a king—but he is also doomed to be unlucky.Probably there are still people yearning for this legendary figure and fantasizing about similar opportunities.All Xu Fu's misfortune lies in his inability to choose his father.His bloodline determined that he was incompatible with King Qin.His endurance, deceit, and departure have always attracted me strongly.The folk legends are all too simple and clear, as if Xu Fu left too easily.Legends always simplify complicated history and popularize complicated and profound stories.In this way, a lot of truth is lost. Have you ever thought about who King Qin is?He was able to wipe out the Six Nations, probably not only by force; at least he also had extraordinary resourcefulness.Around him was the well-known figure Li Si, and there was a group of civil servants who were considered outstanding at the time, the so-called "think tanks" today.How difficult it must be for Xu Fu to hide in front of such a person and realize his huge plan. But Xu Fu has no time to choose.He was born with a very special bloodline, so he had no choice but to walk over to those piercing "hawk eyes"—King Qin also had a pair of eagle eyes—and drown his fear in the boiling water of passion.He watched in secret for a long time, and prepared for a long time, which can be called reckless.He is as familiar with King Qin's history as he is with his own family's history. From the point of view of history, the victory of the more savage nations over the more civilized nations has happened time and again.Perhaps all the misfortune in the course of human history stems from this.Back then, Di Rong's step-by-step approach to the Laiyi people, the siege of Dengzhou Cape and the final evacuation of the Laiyi people are the best proof. The remaining Laiyi people lived in seclusion among the people, and it took almost a century to trek along the Yellow River and Mount Tai to return to their hometown.The capital of the Laiyi people was originally built in Guicheng, Huang County, but now only a section of the rammed earth city wall remains.Their later settlement was Shixiang City, a neat and solemn town near the sea.They were able to preserve and continue the civilization of the Laiyi people here. This peculiar people survived by concealment.Instead of making their faces distinct, they endeavor to make them obscure.They can no longer compete for land like their ancestors, but gather quietly after losing the land to stand on.They carefully maintained the square inch of Shixiang City, allowing the spiritual tree to grow in the dark.When a nation loses its land, the only tenacious way to preserve it is to preserve and prolong its spirit.And it is at this point that the Laiyi people have almost succeeded. Almost without exception, the representatives of the Jixia School have been to Shixiangcheng, and some of them were born and raised here.They spread widely in the Central Plains, and gradually moved eastward with the extension of Qin's military power, and converged under the capital of Qi... The Laiyi people were the first to invent iron smelting and weave gorgeous silk.As they forged the sharpest swords and wove the smoothest brocades, they also created some beautiful thoughts.These ideas were the most precious things in human society at that time.For example, their theory of "a hundred schools of thought contend" is still a principle in the field of thought and spirit... King Qin destroyed Han, Chu, Wei, Yan and Zhao, and finally only Qi remained. Qi is in the affluent eastern border, with the benefits of fishing and salt, the first-class smelting base, the incredible music of Qi, and the Jixia Academy—Qin Qi has material and spiritual admiration and hatred.After careful preparation, a bloody crusade began.The purpose of King Qin is to stubbornly accomplish one thing, that is, to wipe out the six kingdoms and achieve unification.The great cause of reunification always has the greatest temptation for an emperor. What King Qin wanted to do was such a "big event". But a complete country is only an external unity. If its people do not have a unified thought, they will lack internal integrity—the king of Qin, who was in the limelight and wiped out the five kingdoms, would never be willing to have anything that would damage the "unity". , So he used a very primitive method to eliminate heresies - to bury or burn all kinds of ideas, together with their carriers and roots.How pleasant and labor-saving it is. So there is "burning books and burying Confucianism".Unprecedented as such a feat was, tragic and brutal as it was, the result was in vain.All kinds of thoughts will bloom all over the mountains and plains like brilliant mountain flowers.Tyrants never understand that thoughts are not just on paper, and not only in human bodies.Where do ideas come from?Where does it exist? It turns out that the omnipotent king has found the wrong real carrier and root of his thoughts.He does not have flying imagination and the ability to recognize and perceive. Although he has leveled the Six Nations, he shows a kind of low energy and humbleness in terms of some conditions that mark the fundamental transcendence of human beings-the ability to think and understand. He didn't understand that mountains, rivers and land are filled with all kinds of thoughts.It is, of course, impossible for him to seize them and deny the mind and the spirit which they continually breed.The vitality of thought comes from life. As long as there is life, there are all kinds of thinking and imagination. They are like whirlwinds, thunderbolts, and torrents, and they all happen naturally.Qin Wang just wanted to do the stupid thing of cutting off the water with a knife. This is a very clear truth.What is worth discussing now is who and which one reminded the King of Qin, pointing out to him the fatal warning that the "inner unity" was destroyed, which triggered the "burning of books and burying Confucianism"? I pondered over and over, and after breaking through the historical data, I could only focus on the name Li Si.Because this character is from the Jixia School, he is also a scholar who has experienced "a hundred schools of thought contend", and is a student of Xunzi.He knows its mysteries, and he has the power to unravel. So he made the biggest betrayal in human history-suggesting that King Qin ban ideas and get rid of heresy. An emperor who was madly chasing the pleasure of "unification" adopted his suggestion without hesitation. And so began the horrific massacre. The blood flowed to the east—since the terrain is sloping, with the west high and the east low, it is easy to flow to the eastern coastal areas.What would the Jixia School think at this time? What would Xu Fu think? They can only look for the last way out. We can carefully look up the time when Chunyu Kun, Han Fei and others went to and from Shixiangcheng, and we can also calculate the time when Xu Fu went to and from his hometown.From the map, Cape Dengzhou is probably the most hidden place—a horn protruding into the sea, and surrounded by scattered islands under the cover of sea fog... This place is not only the residence of materials, but also very likely Spiritual residence. So some wise people had the same opinion, and it was expected that the king of Qin would eventually swallow Qi, and began a far-sighted migration. The first is to take off the clothes of "Confucian scholars" and "official officials" and change them to others.what to do?The frequent sea sacrifice activities in Cape Dengzhou greatly inspired them.From then on, they started the business of "alchemists" seeking the magic of immortals.They seem to have seen a scene in the future: King Qin is getting old, his white hair is so heavy that he can't lift his arrogant head, and he begins to hate the ruthless time-if he can't control the passage of time, everything can't be talked about.Qin Wang found that he was like grass and trees, and he was as pitiful as the people on the streets of Xianyang.He begged for eternal life, against all odds.So he began to love alchemists.Greed and a strong desire for immortality blinded the eyes of the cunning King Qin. Li Si was deeply suspicious.But he was helpless in the face of these "alchemists".These suspicious-looking warlocks on the cape of Dengzhou are all eloquent, and everyone is good at fairy arts.He knew it was too easy to ban and kill, these people were unarmed.What is scary is King Qin's attitude; in Yingzheng's view, it is not a few alchemists who are killed, but the chance of eternal life for the emperor through the ages. Li Si retreated.King Qin summoned Xu Fu again and again. During this process, Xu Fu and his followers will not fail to notice the imminent danger: King Qin's rule has reached the cape, and this last piece of guard land will also be annihilated. The bone-piercing pain forced him to flee desperately, as far as possible.Xu Fu had no extravagant hopes for King Qin.The leader of this evacuation had no choice but to fall upon him, and he would suffer horribly misunderstood and reviled for a long, long time - but that is of no importance... He pinned his hopes on the islands farther out in the sea—preferably places where the king of Qin could not reach by force.Of course, he has also made another preparation, which is to return force with force when necessary.So he racked his brains and asked King Qin for 3,000 archers under the pretext that there are giant sharks in the sea to block the medicine-picking fleet... Difficult battles of wits and long journeys seem to be predestined. There is no way.All his misfortunes and fortunes are because he is from the Xu family, and he has the blood of the Laiyi people. "Father" is not optional, he is determined at birth.He will be involved in a struggle; he will be running, angry, bloody, and narrowly escaped by some unthinkable event.A man becomes only an extended limb, a flowing vein, of a family.One is not free. It's something like that that has long fascinated me about this historical figure.Because I saw everyone's sorrow and ecstasy from his deeds... I can come to this plain, to the cape of Gudengzhou, isn't it the help of the gods?I acquiesced to this, and was so moved that I fell silent. ＊＊＊ ... Yes, you never talked about your mother, only your father.Since you have never been with your mother, you don't remember her voice, what she looks like, so you can't say anything.You were raised by babysitters.And your father, being so busy--a man like him is always busy, his whole life--has barely taken care of you. I can imagine your loneliness.The fortitude in your character comes from loneliness.Everyone says your gentleness, your eyes and smile are always unforgettable.But none of them recognized the other side of you...and now you're alone again. How's the violinist doing? I can't forget him, and I even like him a little hypocritically.I haven't heard from him and the sounds he makes for a long time.He seems to be a tool, a smart and easy-to-use tool - when I remind you like this, you just look at me with a blushing face.In fact, you didn't have a choice at that time, because you didn't think about staying with him for the rest of your life.It wasn't until after we had that big quarrel that the violinist became unequivocally attentive. Watching him play the violin, I feel that the violin grew out of him-you are right when you say that, a talented violin player gives people such a feeling.How uncomfortable I was hearing that. I didn't lose sight of the fact that you and the violinist grew up together. Then, when I had to leave you, that was all I had left of my own bitter consolation.I always feel that you will live in peace and happiness.I love you deeply - and it's not easy to admit that today.I am always inspired by this belief and can affirm its sanctity. But I left you because of hatred.This hate is real, it is equal to hating betrayal, hating the long-standing injury and betrayal, hating a crime and conspiracy to treat me as "different" - needless to say you were unconsciously stained with it at the time - I No fuss at all today, it's real.Although all the things I have told you are complicated, the most important point is to tell you, to tell you clearly: the reason for my hatred at that time, it was taken for granted...my hatred is sacred, just like my love. At the same time, it takes courage to admit (rather ratify) that the hatred of the past is as sacred as love. It turned out that I gave up love because of hatred; only later, now, I discovered more and more that it is impossible to really give up. I love too much, just as I hate too much.It turns out that love and hate are the same thing. This is my realization, but unfortunately it came too late. Yesterday I made an incompatible distinction between the two, and I lost you.Today I put them together, and it didn't make me have you. Due to my special experience and special blood, I have always remembered: never betray and hurt, and never compromise with ugliness.I watched tremblingly, guarded, and prepared for that terrible encounter: if someone treats me as a "different"... Such an encounter is too familiar to me, and I will be particularly sensitive and hostile at that time.So when I met a Bo Lao, I jumped away quickly.This was a forced escape, leaving a trail of blood behind me. Can't betray, just remember loyalty.I loved deeply, let me put it in my blood.I love without mistakes, so I will miss and thank you.Hate is as familiar as love, and its roots are as tenacious as love.I want to regard hate as the power of love, and let it catalyze and strengthen all the time... How many irreplaceable opportunities that lonely life has given me.Who is like me, wandering alone in the mountains since childhood?Who has to cuddle up to an oak and an aspen with no one to pour out for a day, a month?That's why I dare to declare: Few people know oaks and aspens better than I do!That's why I dare to confirm the sounds of nature I heard in that silent moment of life... Love, pity, tenderness... all these feelings of life grow rapidly in my heart.I am always ready to meet and fight for them; thus I cultivate and strengthen bravery.I have an ability to recognize and get close to beautiful things, that's true. I was also hypersensitive to aggression.This is not arrogance and arrogance, but life shows and proves to me. How many beautiful plants and animals, how many beautiful people!They and their existence are the only hope in life and the only thing worthy of nostalgia.But they and all of them are unhappy—and that is the source of all my sorrows.Facing this misfortune, I didn't stop with weeping and sadness, but with deep hatred and struggle.Yes, I took part--participation is the most important thing; there is no reason for anyone to laugh at "participation" if he is a real, simple man; if he is a man of courage. To be able to love is bliss.In the loneliness that grows with age, I understand more and more.Love is a kind of remembering, it is a step out of the world.Love is poetic, it pulls the car of life.As long as love is not extinguished, youth will not be extinguished.I think that as long as we can treat and understand love in this way, it will not be difficult to go to hate and learn to hate. Someone told me about love and fraternity, and used this as an excuse to make me give up hatred.He instinctively opposed the two, and it was clear to me that he had no idea what love was.He took it as an adultery. A person experiences the presence of love deeply, sometimes in the still night, in the wilderness, when he is alone.As time goes by, the river of memory is temporarily slowed down, and then colored pebbles are filtered out.You feel love when you touch this moist, crystal-clear stone and enjoy its closeness to your skin.