Chapter 6 Everywhere-6

The comrade-in-arms—the king smiled, what should I say?To be honest, until now, I still can't say what kind of person he is.I don't like people who are clear at a glance, such people, one word, shallow.And his comrade-in-arms, what is it like?It's like a mystery, and not just any mystery.What "thousands of lines, ten thousand lines, invisible in the water"; what "flower gaps, red curtains, a bride slept inside", you can guess it right, and I almost want to tell you.The riddle of comrades-in-arms is an anagram, and the face of the riddle is—when someone dies, Liu Bang laughs; when someone dies, Liu Bei cries—type a word, and you try to guess.

The comrade-in-arms—the king smiled, what should I say?To be honest, until now, I still can't say what kind of person he is.I don't like people who are clear at a glance, such people, one word, shallow.And his comrade-in-arms, what is it like?It's like a mystery, and not just any mystery.What "thousands of lines, ten thousand lines, invisible in the water"; what "flower gaps, red curtains, a bride slept inside", you can guess it right, and I almost want to tell you.The riddle of comrades-in-arms is an anagram, and the face of the riddle is—when someone dies, Liu Bang laughs; when someone dies, Liu Bei cries—type a word, and you try to guess.The three of them were all at a loss, guessing wildly, and couldn't even touch the edges.The king smiled again, and raised his hand. In the gray morning light—the morning light had gradually seeped in from the glass-steel roof, a bearer came in at some time, and placed his dishes on the table in the distance— ——The king's finger scratched a big word in the gray first morning light: Cui! How is "Cui" composed?There is a "feather" on the top, and a "pawn" on the bottom, "Yu pawn" - when Xiang Yu dies, Liu Bang laughs; when Guan Yu dies, Liu Bei cries!Only then did the three come to their senses.His comrade-in-arms is such a mystery. If you want to guess him, at least, how to put it, you must read at least one "Three Kingdoms", otherwise, you will not know people when they come to you.This is also, what is "real people not showing their faces"?He is a comrade-in-arms.There is another word, what is it called? "I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, but this person is here, in a dimly lit place." It means that he

Not at the center, but at the edge, in the dark, in places that cannot be found, where the mortals can see it with the naked eye, and it is not him.My comrade-in-arms and I have been in the same company, platoon, and even a squad for several years, but I have no impression of him.Do you believe it or not?He has never been praised or criticized; he is neither advanced nor lagging behind; he and his comrades don't disagree, and they don't get along well, as if there is no one like him!So, after retiring for a few years, when I met him again, I couldn't remember who this person was or where I met him.But, miraculously, there was a force that attracted me to him, and I felt that this person—not knowing him, not being familiar with him, but having a relationship with me—this is the difference between form and spirit.Form is visible; God is invisible but has influence.It is often said in the book: Invisibly, what happened.This "formless" means "God".He is a man with a "god".After working together for many years, I have no impression of him at all, but he is actually around me, gradually forming an aura.He called my name, I was surprised, if it was someone else, I would never answer, but at this time, I asked: Do you know me?He replied: Who doesn't know you, celebrity in the Garrison!Another surprising thing, being recognized by him, he called me a "celebrity", not only did not make me proud, but, on the contrary, I was extremely ashamed, and my face burned.I waved my hand and said: Don't mention it, it's just a joke!He just put it down and talked about other things to save me from embarrassment.Just such a small detail, I think he is the one who knows me, not the one who knows me, but the one who knows the world!This is "God" again, there is no big move, no big reason, but it makes you convinced.At that time, I knew that the person in front of me was undoubtedly a comrade-in-arms. He reminded us that we slept on bunk beds at one point, but I still can't remember.The strange thing is that although I can't remember this person, the years I spent with him all come back together at this moment, and I feel like I have known him for a long, long time.So, this is also called "charm".

The word "charm" has a deep meaning.In ancient times, there was a profession that carried people who died in foreign countries back home. How to carry them?Do you think it is really "back"?In fact, it is not the case. They took the corpse and walked together.Always walking in uninhabited fields, or in the luxuriant and wild grass, it is rare to be seen by anyone. From a distance, I can only see a person walking ahead, followed by a humanoid object that jumps and jumps, which is a corpse.At night, they stay in the temple, the person who carries the corpse lies under the incense table, and the corpse is closed behind the temple gate.Sounds incredible!But in fact there is, it is "charm".You've all heard the legend about "zombies" right?It's not groundless, someone must have experienced it personally, and because they can't explain it, they call it "superstition".Is this world just what we see with our eyes?Who dares to say such big words?In fact, each of us has come into contact with "charm", but we have explained it with the word "superstition".To put it bluntly, do you believe in dreams?Science said: "Think about it every day, dream about it at night", and it explained it away.Science is really a bad thing. It subtracts most of the world, leaving only the small half it thinks.Think about it carefully, don't you often come to a place repeatedly in your dreams, this place is very familiar and kind——

The second king said yes, he sometimes dreamed of an old tree with a road under the tree, a temple by the road, and an old monk in the temple.The Three Kings also said yes. He often dreamed of a stream of water with pebbles under the water and fish swimming. He walked on the water as if he was walking on flat ground. In fact, he was afraid of water and was a landlubber.Suddenly, Maodou also remembered a familiar dream, it was a clearing, with edamame growing on the ground, and the pods hit the calf.The king said: This is your previous life.The three of them couldn't help feeling terrified.There are already people setting up stalls around, and it is dawn.The king stood up from the rattan chair and said "go".One of the three people suddenly thought of a question and asked: When you saw your comrade-in-arms again, what was he doing?The king smiled: He came to our village to buy vegetable bamboo, he is a bamboo shoot dealer.

They walked out of the greenhouse of the farmer's market, and the dawn was very refreshing.A wooden boat was parked below the shore, and the owner was unloading cucumbers and vegetables.The cucumbers came out of the greenhouse, and they were as clean as they had been washed. The green vegetables were a species of short-legged vegetables unique to the south of the Yangtze River. They were stained with frost, and the plump ones reminded people of the vegetable bowls on the dining table at home.This town has opened the curtain of another day.They walked from the stone bridge to the back street, and there was a soy milk shop. They went in and drank two bowls of hot soy milk, and ate a few sets of sesame seed cakes and fried dough sticks, and the heat energy consumed all night returned.Walking along the way back to the parking lot of the "People's Hospital", the gate was open, their car was still there, and the morning glow was parked on the top.When they got into the car and drove out of the parking lot, the sun was really about to come out, and a ditch was filled with golden water, and the willows beside the ditch turned into strands of gold.A boat slowly came over the water, and there was a man standing on the boat, holding a net bag, swiping left and right, salvaging the rotten grass in the water, this is a bit like a fairyland!Their car drove past the shore, passed opposite the boat, drove out of the old street, and entered the new street.There is always a different scene on Xinjie. The traffic and people are surging, and the voices are also noisy.They drove out a section along the street, and there were tractors and trucks transporting stone rumbling over, and the incomplete mountain shape could be seen in the distance, and the car got on the national road.

Along the way, they drove without stopping, only stopping for refueling on the way.After paying for the gas, all they had left was fifty yuan plus a few coins.Therefore, we must arrive at Wujin before sunset to catch up with our comrades.One person drives, and the other three catch up on sleep in the car.The heater was turned on in the car, and the sun shone so hotly on the shell that it made me fall asleep.There is a stream of vehicles on the national highway. Because of the window glass, the sound of the engine cannot be heard, and only the spinning wheels can be seen, almost as if they are off the ground, chasing each other forward.Occasionally, a horn sounded, but it was far away, as if it came from outside.Lu Maodou was driving, and it was already noon when he heard his stomach growling.It's nothing, people who drive taxis often have a meal, but not a meal - he thought of the days of driving a taxi, it was already the past year.Those "friends" interact on the road, and the headlights and taillights are just gestures of greeting.He knew that all the Santanas with overhead lights were his "friends," though he couldn't name even one of them.He could not help admitting that it was a lonely industry.The three of them slept peacefully, and Maodou seemed to be the only one in the car, so his thoughts could fly freely without being disturbed.He thought of the little spooks that haunted the streets at night in the city, wearing bright lipstick, and one of them was actually painted black.In this flashback in broad daylight, the faces of the little spooks, like thin, transparent soap bubbles, burst one by one.His eyes were a little dazzled, and there were some circles of light floating, which were caused by sunlight. He pulled down the sunshade on the car window.A van came up from behind, parallel to him.There was a young man in the passenger seat, gesturing to him and pointing in the direction of the rear of his car.Maodou didn't know what happened to the rear of his car, so he slowed down and pulled over to a sidewalk, and then got out of the car.It turned out that the license plate was hanging halfway down, almost mopping the floor.So, open the rear cover to find the tool, and re-tighten the screws.He saw that the license plate had been changed to a new one with the prefix "Su" on it, and the car became more and more unfamiliar.The sun was shining brightly, and my ears were filled with the "running" sound of the car engine, as well as the "swish" sound of the tires rubbing against the road.Maodou straightened up and looked around, feeling in a daze, not knowing where it was.In the field during the winter break, there is a small concrete house, which is probably a transformer station.There is a new couplet posted on the door, but the words cannot be seen clearly, only the eye-catching red.Maodou suddenly had a heartbeat: Why didn't he run?Run in the opposite direction along the edge of the ground, then run down the fork, and run all the way into the village—the people in the car are sleeping soundly, and when they wake up, they have to turn the car around, which is not so easy!Maodou's legs began to tremble, and he took a few steps towards the farmland by the side of the road. For some reason, instead of running, he unbuttoned his trousers and urinated in the field.The world is so vast that you can't see the edge.The sky is so blue, with a few traces of white on it, like wrinkles from the blue.The car on the road is also a Beetle, not like in the city of Shanghai, which is lined with high-rise buildings, but is lined with the sky and the earth. Even the road is just a belt.There are also those houses, trees, and bridges in the distance, all of which are gadgets.And himself, Maodou, seemed to be gone.At this moment of bewilderment, the king, the second king, and the third king got out of the car, bleary-eyed, and urinated in the ground.Maodou knew that running was hopeless, so she calmed down.When getting into the car, the king changed him, and he sat in the passenger seat.Just now the moment of tension passed, the person suddenly relaxed, and after a while, he fell asleep.I woke up several times in the middle, and each time, the driver was not the same.First the second king, then the third king, and then the great king.He opened his eyes and recognized the person, then fell asleep again.Waking up on the last trip, a golden red sun was hanging above the road in front of the car window, backing back, back, back, and finally back to the side of the road, falling straight down, Wu Jin arrived.

In the short winter twilight, the streets and buildings are golden for a while, then turn gray and yellow in the blink of an eye, and enter the twilight, but there is a warmth, which is the warmth of living in peace.Both worms and birds return to their nests at this moment.The car lingered on the street, hesitating which fork to take.Wujin was unexpectedly large and prosperous, and because it was connected to Changzhou City, it looked like a big city.Several high-rise buildings tower above the building group, the glass exterior walls reflect the last rays of light, and there are cars and people underground.Perhaps because the streets are not wide enough, cars and people flow in disorder, causing traffic congestion instead.His Majesty also seemed a little dazed. In the pile of cars rushing for each other, he couldn't enter or retreat, and the front, rear, left, and right cars were all honking their horns.After being confused for a while, I finally found the direction again, adjusted their positions, as if there was an eye in a thousand threads, and with a light shake, they unraveled them exceptionally fluently.In this way, the king drove the car into the straight street and onto another parallel road.Your Majesty slowed down the speed of the car and walked slowly along the road.Most of the streetsides are temporary shops with simple structures, hair salons, restaurants, motorcycle shops, and car wash shops.Some shops were closing, and the rolling shutter doors fell to the ground "clanging", while others were quietly turning on the lights, showing a faint atmosphere in the twilight.Drive to the end of the street, cross a concrete bridge, then make a circle from Front Street, and return to this street.The car drove more slowly and stuck to the side of the street. At this time, there were few people and cars on the street.Neon lights were lit up in front of several restaurants, showing some of the city's decadent look.The king finally confirmed the address, stopped in front of a disc store, got off the car himself, opened the door and entered the store.

The car turned off, and the chill gradually rose, most of which was due to the empty stomach. They hadn't eaten since eating soy milk and fried dough sticks in the morning.But the second king and the third king are people who have been tempered by life. Even Maodou and taxis often miss meals?Therefore, they all remained calm and sat quietly in the car.It was dark to the end, the street lights seemed to be on, and the asphalt pavement was reflective.For a while, there was no one and a car passed by.But just for a moment, the door of the restaurant opened and closed frequently, and suddenly someone appeared.It is also mostly young men and women, who come here one after another.A few cars came and parked on the side of the road, and then the occupants got out of the cars and slammed the doors shut.The red lanterns on the lintel of the hotel were even redder and brighter, and the glass door was flickering, leaking out a bit of excitement, but covering it up again.The lights in this car were dimmed, and no one could see the people inside. Someone walked over restlessly, and patted the back of the car hard.There was no response from the people in the car, they were waiting for their heads to come back.

In fact, the king didn't go there very long, but it was strange that he didn't come out of the disc store he entered. The three pairs of eyes kept looking at the door of the disc store, but the king suddenly opened the door and sat in, as if falling from the sky. up.Taking a closer look, it was not the king. Before they could recover, the car had already started.That's when they spotted a blue Santana ahead, leaving the curb with its taillights on, and their car followed, at a distance, off the street.The three of them didn't ask any questions, not because they trusted the visitor, but because they trusted the king.The king is such a special person, following him, one must lead a special life.The car turned a few turns, and every turn, the flashing taillights seemed to be blinking at them.In this way, with seven turns and eight turns, the car left the urban area and got on the road.After walking for a while, the traffic suddenly became congested, gradually forming a continuous formation, and finally stopped altogether, obviously an accident happened ahead.The second king muttered, but no one responded to him, and the new stranger who was driving didn't even look back, just facing the front.A minivan separated the car in front from them.The opposite lane is still passing smoothly, not very densely, but one after another, the lights of the cars pass by like shooting stars.There were three of them here, staring intently at the blue Santana in front of the minivan, for fear of losing track.At this moment, the silence in the car became a little uneasy, and several people were thinking in their hearts: Where is this person taking us?Think again: where is the king?The driver didn't utter a word, and he didn't even see his eyebrows or eyes. He just felt that his hands were a little heavy when he was manipulating the gear, and he would froze when starting and braking.But none of them proposed to switch with him, and they were a little apprehensive in their hearts, because they thought that this person was the king's comrade-in-arms, but where is the king?Is he really in that car in front?The car was slowly moving forward, and then moved two spaces ahead, leaving them three cars away, but they stayed where they were.The car array finally moved, getting faster and faster, pulling away from each other, and after a while, the normal road conditions returned.This is an ordinary road, and the direction is about northeast. When passing the fork, I gave way a few times, and then fell behind again.But the car in front was like an arrow off the string, extremely smooth.It's like a king driving, and Maodou sitting in the front seat feels it.Dawang drives with such vigor that people who don't drive can't feel it.In fact, the car is the rider's horse. There are good horses and bad horses, and there are good and bad riders. The demeanor is different.It's just that the king's car is getting farther and farther away from them, almost invisible.The air in the car suddenly became heavy, and the fields on both sides of the road were sunken in the night.There are a few blurred lights in the distance, and a few shining ponds.The stars and the moon have not come out, and the cars on the road are like walking through a tunnel in the dark night.But they are all experienced people who have gone through many crisis moments, so they can hold their breath and always remain calm.Suddenly, a car exited the queue at the extreme front, its left tail light was flashing, and it was about to make a big turn—the king appeared again!Maodou can be sure that this is the king, and the king's crutch has a tendency to get out of the rabbit.Their car stepped up the accelerator, and when they got to the front, they also made a sharp turn, left the road, and drove into a broad street.Like all new streets in the old city, there are trees on the side of the road that are too late to grow, and simple low houses under the trees. The road is covered with cement-colored dust, and the smell of dust permeates the air.After all, the lights are denser, but under the vast night sky, they are still sparse, and, on the contrary, they illuminate the flaws of the night-a shop is broken here, and the sewage is flowing in front of the shop; there is a pile of rubble, cats and Dogs climbed on it; old military doctors who treated syphilis and gonorrhea were pasted on the telephone poles; broken plastic bags rose and fell here and there, with a little reflection, like dirt.Walking through the gloomy streets, you never would have imagined that there is a building in front of you, with neon lights lit up with big words: Continental Hotel!The car stopped under the steps along the street, and the driver finally made a sound: Get out of the car.The three people got out of the car in response, and the man made a second sound: things.The second king and the third king walked around to the back of the car knowingly, opened the rear cover, and took out the things.At the same time as the rear cover was buckled, the car started and drove away in a hurry.The three of them were almost kicked out of the car, and the second king scolded his mother after getting into the car, but was stopped by the third king.Now, the three of them, with their meager belongings, stood under the marble steps of the hotel, in the light cast by the door, at a loss as to where to go.Just as they were hesitantly turning around, they suddenly saw someone waving at them from the door, it was none other than the king.

A few of them stepped up the steps, threw open the glass door, and faced the big clock on the top of the main stage pointing to half past seven.But they actually felt that it was already midnight, and they had parted with the king for a long time.At this moment, the three of them surrounded the king in the warm and bright lobby, their eyes were so moved that they were finally together again.The king said that the comrades in arms had already registered the guest rooms for them, and now they are going to the restaurant on the second floor for dinner.Only then did they think of their hungry stomachs, and suddenly felt that they could hardly hold on any longer. As they went to the second floor, they asked: Where are the comrades-in-arms?The king said that his comrade-in-arms had left, and while he was talking, he entered the restaurant.The restaurant is still very lively, the screen blocks most of it, behind is the New Year's dinner of some unit, obviously already full of wine, singing to each other, very noisy.The four of them sat down in a secluded corner, and the waitress delivered the menu. This time, the king ordered the dishes himself. The king said: Today is a celebration and a farewell.Those three looked at each other in blank dismay: Who are you seeing off for?The king smiled at Maodou and said, "I see you off!"Our contract is up.Only then did Maodou come to his senses, and let out an "oh".The king continued to order, but after ordering, he asked the lady to serve a bowl of noodles first.I was a bit hungry this day, and I just wanted to eat immediately, but at this moment, I smelled the gas in the restaurant, and I was full.When the noodles came up, they were distributed to each person. There was only a small bowl, and the stomach was steaming hot. Only then did he regain his strength and appetite again, and the cold dishes also came up.After all, it is the king who knows the science of eating.In the warm restaurant, if you look closely, you can see that the glass chandelier, the ash wainscoting, and the plastic high-foam wallpaper are covered with a thin layer of grease, but it is also full of richness, which adds richness and makes people satisfied.The king ate the vegetables and told a legend about the monks eating porridge in Tianmu Mountain.It is about Chanyuan Temple on Tianmu Mountain. It used to be a big temple. There are tens of thousands of Buddhist rooms alone, and thousands of monks. At sunrise, the sun shines on the main hall, the main hall, the side hall, the second entrance hall, and the third entrance hall. There are rows of porridge bowls and pickle bowls lined up on the case, and then the monks began to eat porridge.The boiling hot porridge, the bamboo chopsticks were drawn into the mouth, covered, and swallowed without a sound.Think about it, thousands of monks drink hot porridge in silence, what is the scene?That is the state of transformation.After the story was finished, the three could not help but hear their own chewing, which was extremely loud, and they dared not move their mouths for a while.And for a moment, he burst out laughing again: Never mind it!We are not monks.The king said: Feel free, feel free, I am just talking about a kind of mental work.Erwang then also remembered a story about kung fu, it was said that his master taught him that when he got up early every day to practice kung fu, he would not eat, drink water, hold his excrement and urine, and only eat and drink when he finished punching.It is also about "merging power".What the Three Kings said was the opposite, not "merging" but "releasing".He has never worshiped a master, and before he met the second king and the great king, he had no one to teach him. The method he got from passing on experience among his peers was to breathe heavily when he was beaten.He said, you must have seen that the person being beaten always yells loudly. Don’t think that he can’t stand it. On the contrary, he is breathing heavily, so that the wound will not accumulate, but radiate out. .Although on the surface they run counter to each other, they are still talking about one thing in essence, how to control the body and enhance energy.It was Maodou's turn, and Maodou was in a dilemma for a while. With everyone's encouragement, he said that he had been admonished by his mother at the dinner table since he was a child, not to make a sound when eating, saying that it was "pigs eating food", and that he would have nothing to eat in the future and eat people's scum Life.This is the opposite of the Three Kings. On the surface, what the King is talking about is the same thing, but in reality?But digressed.After all, one has only a shallow understanding of the Dao, and one cannot really appreciate the spirit.But even a superficial resemblance is valuable.Therefore, everyone still gave applause and encouragement. The king asked the second and third kings to toast Maodou, and each said a farewell message.The two kings raised their necks and drank the wine in their cups: Zen masters said that it takes a hundred years of cultivation to be in the same boat, and our brothers are considered to be destined; as the saying goes, it is destined to meet thousands of miles away. Back then, brothers and we were separated from each other and met on different roads—just listen to "ding" With a sound, the king knocked on the glass: stop, I'm tired.So, the two kings stopped.The three kings took a photo with the bottom of the drank cup towards Maodou: thousands of words can be summed up in one sentence, and a good person will live a safe life!Very well, said the king.Maodou was about to drink and said a word of reciprocation. Unexpectedly, the king was right and raised his teacup. The king never drank alcohol—tea instead of wine, and he wanted to send a message to Maodou. Maodou couldn't help but blush in panic.The king drank the tea in his cup, and his face suddenly became serious: We meet and smile to wipe away all grievances! The two words "enmity and enmity" are at a critical point, they can't help but think of the past when they met each other, they said it was the past, but in fact it was only a few days, this is the role of experience.People have a lifetime, and some lives are as plain as water; while others, it should be said that a very small number of lives, have ups and downs and twists and turns.This has changed the concept of time. Some people's life is like a day, while some people can experience several lives in a day.What a difference in the quality of life!Edamame had to respond.He drank a full cup of wine, his face turned red to the bottom of his neck, the past few days of wandering life had already left a mark on him.Because he was always driving in the countryside, exposed to the wind and the sun, he became dark and his skin was rough.The newly grown mustaches are also much stiffer, and the hair is so long that it almost covers the ears.Unbelievably, he seemed to have grown taller, a bit burly.Such a big man, but at this time he blushed with embarrassment, he was speechless, like a child, he looked really cute and pitiful.They found that, within just a few days of getting along, they had already fallen in love with this young man.Although he came from another life and was going back to it soon, he was still a lovely young man, and who could ask all men to think of life in the same way?Maodou muttered for a while, and then said a word: I will never forget you!The words were simple but sincere. Everyone was moved, and with the addition of wine, tears welled up in their eyes.The other side of the screen was still singing, and the electronic sound of the accompaniment almost covered everything.But compared to the movement on their side, the noise seemed hollow. After eating, go up to the guest room floor and enter the room.The comrade-in-arms booked two standard rooms, with bathtub, toilet, marble washstand, TV, sofa chair, closet, and even a safe, everything was available, but everything was a little broken.Like the room where Dawang lived with Maodou, the sink drain was broken, and the water fell directly to the floor, so a plastic bucket was used to catch it; the closet was equipped with high-tech automatic lights, but because the door could not be closed, the lights turned off It is not extinguished, always on; the TV screen is full of snowflakes.But no matter what, it is still a standard room, which is better than the small inn in the nameless town, and it is in line with international standards.Not to mention, a few nights were going nowhere.The king asked Maodou to take a bath first, and Maodou put a tub of hot water and lay down in it.The bathroom was filled with mist, and he fell asleep in comfort all over his body.He heard the phone in the room rang twice in a daze, and thought it was the king talking with his comrades.I don't know how much time I slept, but I was woken up by choking on a mouthful of water, because I slipped to the bottom of the bathtub.Maodou hurriedly got up, soaped in a hurry, washed his hair and body, and then wiped half dry in threes and twos, and ran out of the bathroom, thinking that he had delayed the king to take a bath and rest.The steam in the bathroom permeated into the room, covered by clouds and mist, the king was smoking outside the window, looking a little hazy from the back.Maodou called him, but he turned around, but his eyes were piercing.He beckoned Maodou to pass, pointing him to look at the night scene outside the window.It was pitch black outside the window, and when I fixed my eyes for a while, I saw thin light floating in the darkness, showing some dark lines and blocks, which were roads and houses.Maodou looked out the window, then turned back to look at the king, with a confused expression in his eyes.The king said: Now, we are like standing on a lighthouse, standing in the light in the darkness.Maodou didn't understand the meaning of the king, but felt that the depth of the king was not understood by him, Maodou, nor by ordinary people.The king told the story of a boat to the dark window.The name of this boat is the Ark. Before God decided to create a great flood, he only told this secret to a good man named Noah, and asked Noah to build an escape boat.God said that this boat must be very large and strong, and Noah’s family must be carried in it, as well as every kind of animal, no matter whether it flies in the sky or walks on the ground, each kind must be two males and one female. A large amount of food was loaded, enough for the people and animals on board to survive the flood for forty days and nights.After forty days and nights passed, Noah stepped out of the ark and saw that the flood had subsided and all living things had ceased to exist. It can be said that "the vast white land is so clean", and then the living creatures on the ark landed on land and reproduced into a new world.Speaking of this, the king asked Maodou a question: Why did God let Noah escape the great flood?Maodou said: Because Noah is a good person.The king smiled: It goes without saying.Maodou said again: Noah is a capable person.The king laughed again: It goes without saying.Unconvinced, Maodou said: What do you think?The great king said: Because Noah found favor in the eyes of the LORD.Maodou couldn't understand again, when the phone rang, Maodou thought the king would answer it, but the king asked him to answer it.When it was answered, it was a female voice. Maodou couldn't help being startled, and looked at the king begging for help, and the king laughed out of joy.Maodou asked: Who are you looking for?The female voice on the phone said: I'm looking for you!Maodou became more and more panicked: who are you?The female voice said: Brother, your sister!Maodou hung up the phone with a "bang", but the phone rang again. Maodou didn't dare to answer it. Watching the phone ringing repeatedly, breathing quickly, the king had already rolled over on the bed laughing.Maodou suddenly felt that the king was not so profound anymore, it was not that he was not profound, but that while he was profound, he also had another side, a side that was not so incomprehensible, as if he was his elder brother.Mao Dou actually doesn't have much experience with his brother.His elder brother Han Yanfei—what a distant person Han Yanfei is!The elder brother Han Yanfei was not like an elder brother since he was a child. He was suppressed at the bottom of the family and had no elder brother's authority at all.Sister Han Yan's nest, Han Yan's nest has also become far away, Han Yan's nest has authority, but she is a woman after all.Under the gentle surface of Maodou, there is actually a boy's heart, and he longs for the friendship between boys. The king finally went into the bathroom, and the dissipated water vapor permeated out again, and Maodou fell asleep amidst the lingering wind.They haven't slept in such a dry and warm bed for a long time. Moreover, the Santana has been converted into money in their pockets, which can be said to have saved the day, and they can sit back and relax.This group of young people can afford to let go, endure suffering, and enjoy blessings.I took the opportunity to make up for the sleep I owed and the hard work I suffered in the past few days.So they fell into a deep sleep, forgetting the time.Being young and healthy, they all slept soundly, without snoring, and dreaming only of good dreams, of peace and happiness.If anyone can enter their bedroom, they will feel a rush of heat, which is the breath from the strong lung capacity, vigorously exchanging new air.You can feel the even rhythm of the air waves, wave after wave.The sun is already shining outside, and people are busy making a living and fulfilling their responsibilities in their ordinary lives.The window curtains block the sunlight, and the inside of the house is a dream.The restaurant below is open for breakfast and lunch, receiving batch after batch of people who are making a living. Where are they?Still in Dreamland.The sun gradually went down from the west, and the light turned to a dark yellow. The thick curtains on the glass windows of the two guest rooms were pulled apart, and there were moving figures.The dim yellow light went down all the way to gray, but the street lamps turned on. Although they were only street lamps in the suburbs of Changzhou City, it also had a hint of the beginning of the lights.Now, no matter where it is, no matter how wild, remote, desolate, suddenly, there will be a little bit of city lights popping up!Not to mention the economically developed Beijing-Shanghai line. In this way, when the lights first came on, they woke up as if they were revived.This sleep was enough, and when they opened their eyes, they looked at each other with piercing eyes, and then asked the same question: What are you doing now?The king said: eat.So, these people gathered around the dining table again.But this time it was not at the dining table in the hotel, but at the pickled vegetable and fish restaurant opened by a Sichuanese on the same street, and opened a private room.It is said to be a private room, but it is actually separated by a wooden wall, and the top is ventilated. The heat of the food, the sound of talking and laughing, converges from bottom to top, and then divides into each private room from top to bottom, making it even more noisy.The center of the circle was dug out on the table, revealing the cast iron gas stove, covered with burnt sauerkraut leaves and so on, covered with thick shells, lit with a "bang", the blue flames shot up high, sitting on the table A large pot of broth was served, and it boiled in a blink of an eye, and a spicy and fragrant smell suddenly overflowed.The king moved his finger to the second king, and the second king handed over a newspaper bag, and the king patted the newspaper bag in front of Maodou.Maodou opened it and saw that there was a letter of money in it, which was worth ten thousand yuan. He was startled and closed it again.Seeing his surprise, those kings all smiled kindly.The king said: After eating, I will go home. There are many trains going to Shanghai, whichever time I catch up with, I will see my parents at night!The two kings laughed again, it was the words "Mom and Dad" that made them laugh.Maodou felt ashamed, as if he was a baby.He bowed his head and was speechless for a while, then suddenly asked: What about you?They laughed again, this time at the childishness of his question.After all, he and them are not the same people. The past few days can only be called meeting by chance, but it is far from enough to become confidantes.Although it was such a ridiculous question, the king tolerantly answered: We are going north.Where to go north?Maodou followed closely and asked, which was a bit taboo. The second king and the third king put away their smiles, and there was a look of warning in their eyes.At this moment of parting ways, a estrangement quickly developed between them and Maodou, and the atmosphere became tense.The king laughed and said: At this last moment, I will tell you another story.The last story of the king is about the "Three Lives Stone". It is about the Tang Dynasty. There was a dude named Li Yuan who lived a sensual life of pleasure when he was a teenager, but then something happened. His father, who was an official, died in a court coup, which gave Li Yuan a lot. Since then, he has changed his mind and changed his life.He made an oath: not to be an official, not to have a family, not to eat meat, and to live in Huilin Temple in Luoyang, isolated from the world.惠林寺里有一个和尚，名叫圆泽，和李源做了朋友，二人心心相印。有一天，他们约定出游峨眉山，但在出游的路线上，产生分歧。李源要从荆州走水路，圆泽却要从长安走陆路。李源很坚持，说他已立志不入京都，怎么能再到长安？圆泽听他这么一说，只得让步，二人便乘船前往。一日，船到某地靠岸歇息，见岸上正有一个孕妇在打水，圆泽望了那孕妇，叹一口气，说：这就是我不愿走荆州水路的原因，这女人肚里怀的其实就是我，已经怀了三年，因为我不来，就生不下，现在好了，一旦碰上，再也无法逃跑，咱们俩就不得不分手了。此时，李源后悔已来不及，只是捶胸顿足。圆泽又说：等我出生第三日，洗澡的时候，希望你来看我，我会对你笑，这就是你我之间的约定。然后，再要等十三年，第十三年的中秋夜，杭州天竺寺外，我们还会相见。于是，二人洒泪一番，天向晚时，圆泽死去，而那女人则产下一子。过了三天，李源到那女人家中，婴儿正坐在浴盆里，果然对了李源笑。挨过十三年，李源就往杭州天竺寺赴约。八月十五明月夜里，听见一个牧童唱歌走来，李源大声问：泽公健否？牧童大声答：李公真是有信之士！二人月光下擦肩而过。 听完故事，酸菜鱼吃得见底，各包间的油烟已在板壁上方连成一片，人在其中，眉眼都模糊了。结了账出来，四人站在街上，又抽一会烟，二王忽抬手拦下一辆中巴，一问，果然是往常州火车站。毛豆上了车去，来不及挥手告别，那车门就“啪”一声关上，开走了。大王，二王，三王的身影从蒙灰的车窗前掠过，不见了。 车到火车站，毛豆懵懵懂懂下来，随人流涌进车站广场，广场灯亮着，如同半个白昼。毛豆看着方砖上自己的影子，忽而清晰，忽而疏淡，忽而又交叠。身前身后走着人，携着行李，他们的影子也与他的交互相错。回顾一下，毛豆这二十来年生涯里就没乘过火车。他们村庄前边的铁路线，一日几班车过，路障起和落的铃声，会传进村里，可他就是没有乘过火车。后来，火车少了，再后来，铁路也废了，他们只能远远地听见火车的汽笛，他依然没有乘过火车。那村庄出现在眼前，是一幅剪影，他离开的那晚，留在眼睑里的印象。自他从那里出来，已经过了多久了啊！父母兄姐会对他的失踪有什么猜测？还有老曹，想到老曹，毛豆的心陡地一动，很奇怪地，这是想起家人时候也没有的心情。似乎，家人只是代表家，而老曹，却引出了整个村庄的景象。毛豆好像看见一群小孩神情紧张地去找老曹，将空地上拾来的可疑的“凶器”交给老曹，老曹却漫不经心地往包里一扔，那群小孩里面就有自己。忽然间，空地也出现了，上面滋滋地生长出毛豆，豆棵打着他的小腿肚子，豆荚毕剥落下。毛豆热泪盈眶。他的脚步忽然有了方向，变得坚定起来。他很快找到票房，往上海去的车果然还有几班，都是从北方下行的普快和慢车，多是站票。临近春运，火车率先有了过年的气氛。毛豆看准了一列车，从一个叫“三棵树”地方开来，上车时间在午夜。毛豆在挤搡着的人堆里站稳脚，到怀里摸钱。当他手触到钱的一刹那，他忽然想起一个人来，不由得停住了。这个人就是他的搭档，老程。 他和老程的车，变成这包钱了。他回去要不要见老程？见了老程，又该怎么解释？还有公司，他如何向公司解释？难道他说他遭到劫持？那么要不要报案？倘若报案，他又如何向公安局解释？解释这一万块钱的来历，他被劫的这十来天的经过，还有，劫持他的人，大王，二王，三王——是的，他连他们的真实名字都不知道，可是他们的音容笑貌宛如眼前。是他们劫持了他，使他的处境变得这样尴尬，可是，怎么说呢？他们在一起处得不错。毛豆一迟疑，后面的人就涌上来，将他从窗口挤开，并且越挤越远。他多少有些顺水推舟地离开了票房，回到车站广场。有一个女人过来问他要不要票，他看着女人扎得很低的头巾底下，表情诡秘的脸，心中茫然。待女人重复几遍后，方才恍悟，原来这就是三王以前的营生啊！他并没有因此而感到亲切，却是有一种害怕。他躲闪着眼睛，不敢看那女人，嗫嚅说不要车票，转身走开去。不想那女人却紧跟了他，问他要不要住旅馆。毛豆不搭理，快步走得老远，回头看，那女人倒是没跟过来，站在原地看着他，朝他笑，好像已经成了他的熟人。毛豆赶紧回过头，继续走，这就走到广场边上，临了候车室的入口，人流多往这边集中，都是南来北往的旅客。这时，他听见了乡音，几个上海客人大声喧哗着朝这边过来。虽然市区的口音与郊区的有着差别，可总归是毛豆的乡音。火车站真是个惹人伤感的地方，这里，那里，牵起人的愁绪。毛豆又折回身，这时，他发现广场其实并不大，简直就是巴掌大的一块地方，因为他又遇见了那个女人。这回，女人没看他一眼，很矜持地从他身边走过去。夜深了些，气温下降，路灯底下有氤氲般浮动的物体，是人们的呼吸与寒冷的空气结成的白雾，再有，天似乎下霜了。远处有霓虹灯，“亚细亚”“柯达”等等的字样，嵌在深色的夜幕中，散发出都会的气息。 毛豆决定在这里过夜，等到了明天，也许一切自会有委决。也不知道是他有心找那女人，还是那女人知道他的心思，毛豆一抬眼，竟见她在不远处向自己招手。毛豆不情愿地朝她走去，她一点不见外地，拉住毛豆的手臂就走。毛豆挣了几下没挣脱，便也随她去了，不知情的人看了，还以为是母亲领着娇纵的儿子。两人这么别别扭扭地走出广场，向东边小街走去，钻进一条窄巷。巷里黑漆漆的，门窗都紧闭，倒有一方灯光映在地上，走过去，见玻璃门上写了“五洲旅社”四个红漆大字。推进门去，窄小的门厅，迎门就是一具柜台，柜台下的长凳上坐了几个女人，和这个女人奇怪地相像。即便在室内，也不解下同样扎到齐眉的头巾，头巾下是诡秘的眼神。此时，她们捧着茶缸，大声地吸食里头的面条，大声地喝汤，门厅里面满溢着方便面强烈的鲜辣气味，有一股肉欲的刺激。她们和这女人用几个类似暗语的字句交谈，流露出彼此间的默契。柜台里面也是个女人，样子和装束与这几个略有不同，面色白净些，衣着也轻便整齐，这就区别了她们不同的工作性质，一种是室外，一种则是室内。她拉过一本旅客住宿登记册，让毛豆填写，身份证一栏，毛豆停下了笔。他和女人说因是和同伴走散，所有东西，包括车票和身份证就都不在身边了。女人立即直起眼睛：那你有没有钱？毛豆说有，女人将登记册一合，说出两个字：押金。毛豆交出一百块钱，领了钥匙，由女人指点，上了二楼。这“五洲旅社”总共不过五六间房，五六间房又像是从一大间里隔出来的，毛豆住的这一间隔得尤为勉强，生生将一扇窗从中劈成两半。于是，这一间其实就只能放下一张床。毛豆爬上床，趴在半边窗台上，望着窗下的街道，忽感到无限的孤单。 这一个旅社，今晚似乎只住了毛豆一个客人，窗下的后街，也没有一个人影出入，只有一盏路灯寂寂地照着。电线杆上，糊满了各色招贴，最鲜明的一张依然是治疗性病的“老军医”。这张招贴将全国各地都联系起来，使之成为一个共通的世界。楼下女人们的嘁喳偃止了，大约又各自出去上岗。四下里，就变得十分静。毛豆将头枕在胳膊上，看见了层层屋顶上面的天空，不是漆黑，而是蒙了灰，像是有一层薄亮。其实不是亮，而是天在下霜。毛豆睡着了，先是枕在窗台上，后来又滑回床上，进了被窝。夜里面，从隔开的窗户的另一边，传过来灯光和动静，那边也住上了人。恍惚间，毛豆以为是在过去的日子里，不是太远的过去，只是在这一夜之前，与大王二王三王在一起的日子。他翻了个身，又安心地睡熟。 毛豆起来，已是第二日的中午，他结了房钱，走出旅社。他完全不记得昨天走过来的路线，而且，周遭环境看上去也和印象中大不一样。昨夜静寂的街巷，此时变得喧嚷，沿途多是小铺，饭店居多，还有杂货，碟片，服装，水果，间着发廊和旅馆。毛豆进了一家面店，要了面和一客卤鸭，再又要了一瓶啤酒。他多少是有意地拖延着时间，不想立刻上路。他一个人自酌自饮，看上去并非逍遥自在，反而有一种落寞。车站附近的街巷，总有一种不安的流动的空气，是行旅的空气，从车站蔓延过来，带着催促的意思，令人紧张。可毛豆不急，他想：急什么呢？有的是往上海的车。经过这一夜，他仿佛长了阅历，能够处变不惊。他慢吞吞地吃着喝着，看面店前过往的人。他辨得出人潮里面，操那种特殊营生的人了，无论男女老幼，一律都带有一种佯装的悠闲，里面藏着诡黠。他甚至又看见昨晚带他去住宿的女人，虽然白天看起来很不同，可他依然认出了。夜晚看上去鼓鼓囊囊的身子，原来是一件面上行线的厚棉背心，手上戴着半截手套，头巾扎到齐眉——这是他们这一行的职业装束。拉杆箱的轮子哗啦啦从街上过去，有一些男女，摩登得不该在这样庸俗的地方出现，可他们就是出现了，而且还很坦然，也走进饭铺，要吃要喝。毛豆喝干面碗里的汤，抱着不得已的心情，站起来走了出去。就像是存心地，他朝与火车站相反的方向走去，走到了大街上。大街上人头攒动，店铺里都张着高音喇叭，放着电声音乐，有一派节假日的气氛。毛豆站在十字路口，正对面是“亚细亚影城”，他忽然就想看电影了，于是随了人流走过车水马龙的街心。到马路对面，又见有一箭头标志，直指“天宁寺”三个字，毛豆的心思又从电影上移开，转向了“天宁寺”。他沿了箭头指示向南走，发现行人多是朝那个方向去，还有旅行团的大客车，在往前开。眼看大客车停下，便知道“天宁寺”到了。其实，毛豆并不懂观光，只是随了人流走，有个导游在解说，通过麦克风出来的声音失了真，说的又是什么“道教”，就听声音嗡嗡地响，没有一个字入耳。小孩子只管挣脱了大人的手，在人缝里乱钻，有一个特别调皮的，硬把毛豆从水池边撞开，自己挤到石栏杆前。毛豆当然让他，抬手摸摸他的发顶，被太阳晒得暖烘烘的。可是男孩并不领他情，稍停一下，又撞开他腿钻出去，留他自己在这里。毛豆顺着人流，不知不觉绕完整座天宁寺，游出寺外，又站到马路上。这却是另一条马路，窄小和安静，沿街有一些香烛店，兼卖杂货。街上过往的人，彼此都认识似的，立定在街心说话，有车过来也像认识似的绕过说话的人。这是休息日下午特有的恬静，还有意兴阑珊。毛豆想：是不是要回家了？ 想到回家，并没有使毛豆高兴。前一日的顾虑，倒没有继续困扰他，而是想过了就算是解决了，放下不提。毛豆不是心重的人，他相信船到桥头自会直，走到哪里算哪里。他没有过什么大不顺的时候，就算劫车这一桩事故，在他也不像传说中的那样，造成什么死和伤的严重结果，相反，这些日子他过得不错，以至于他想起家，就觉着闷了。怀着这样恹恹的心情，毛豆走上去火车站的路。这半天时间，毛豆的脚已经认识了这个城市，想也不用想，就走到了车站。可它依然是个陌生的城市，人的穿戴举止看着就是两样，口音也是耳生。其实，这些都不是真正的区别，区别在于，人的表情。那是安居乐业的表情，就是这表情将他和人群隔膜了。下午的车站，还不像夜晚的，有一种暖调子，灯光在黑暗里造了个近乎桔色的小世界。而此时却平坦敞开着，与周边灰暗的街道，楼房连成一片，景象消沉。毛豆闷头走到售票处，售票处人倒不多，一半窗口闲着，他仰头在车次表上寻找自己要乘的一班。正搜索，忽然，脊背上一紧，肯定是受了某种感应，他浑身一激灵，不由得回过身。身后不远处立了几个人，真是又熟悉又陌生，毛豆的嗓子眼噎住了，说不出话来。 The king, the second king, the third king, they are going to travel along the railway line, this station is to Zhenjiang.半小时以后，毛豆同他们一起，乘在了上行的火车上。