Chapter 2 house

The city is waking up! The morning light outlines the outline of the big city. This concrete monster has been devoured by whales for decades, and the low-rise houses have disappeared one after another, replaced by a stretch of tall and stylish buildings. But by the river in the southern suburbs, there is an old old house, looking dilapidated, it seems that a dirty beggar got mixed into the pile of models. The house has two floors, surrounded by a wall, and an old pagoda tree grows in the yard, floating out of the wall like a green cloud. A taxi stopped in front of the old house, and a teenager got out of the car.He was fourteen or fifteen years old, with a melancholy look on his brows, his body was a little thin, and one of the travel bags he pulled out was bigger than him.

There was a doorbell on the door of the house, and the young man stretched out his hand to press it, and a series of shrill bells rang. Pa, a small window was opened on the door, revealing half of a wrinkled face, and two bright eyes, like jewels buried in the mud. Wrinkled face did not say a word, just looked up and down, the young man was slightly embarrassed: "Excuse me... is this No. 8 Jinshui Road?" The silence remained the same, and the time passed by, the boy almost turned around to leave, but at this moment, the door opened, and a silver-haired old woman stood there, wearing a yellowed white shirt, shaking a cattail fan in her hand—— Her demeanor was calm and serene, really like someone walking out of an old photo.

"Fang Ke's son?" The old man's voice was slightly hoarse. "I'm Fang Fei!" The young man hesitated, "Are you... Grandma Long?" "Grandma Long? That's ugly!" The old woman smiled, "You should call me Grandmother..." She glanced down, "Your bag?" Before Fang Fei could answer, the old man picked up two big bags. Her strength was astonishing, and she walked into the living room in a gust of wind without panting. The Chenshe in the hall is old, and there are calligraphy and paintings on the wall.Fang Fei didn't have time to take a closer look, so he followed the old woman up to the second floor.Aunt and grandma pushed open a door, and a mildewy smell came in.

"This is your uncle's grandfather's study, and no one has lived in it for many years!" The old man opened the window, and outside the window was a dark green river. "The smell is terrible!" The old woman shook the cattail fan to drive the smell away from the tip of her nose. "Everything else is fine, it's open and bright..." Fang Fei couldn't hear a word, her eyes were fixed on her toes —He hates this place, but he has no choice. "...Don't spit anywhere, throw the writing paper into the trash can, by the way..." the old man asked again, "Are you in the third year of junior high school?"

"Ah?" Fang Fei raised his head, feeling at a loss. "I found a school, and the teacher will come tomorrow!" The aunt turned around and took two steps, then turned around and said, "Don't forget, I said in the letter that I asked you to find a copy of your previous report card!" Before the boy answered, the door was closed again, and Fang Fei was the only one left in the empty study. Open the travel bag and take out a group photo - Fang Fei is standing in the middle, on the left is a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, wearing a pair of rimless glasses The woman on the right is holding her son's arm, with a slightly smiling face and calm eyes And tenderly—

Holding the cold photo frame, sadness came suddenly, and the orphan was swallowed up in just one click! Fang Fei grew up in a metropolis in the east. His father, Fang, was a small businessman who ran a paper shop. His mother, An Lan, was a guqin teacher who taught a few students.My family is not well-off, but it's okay. I just moved to a new house at the beginning of the year.It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. Fang Ke and his wife were driving on a high-speed section, and a series of collisions occurred. The couple had no relatives, and the funeral was arranged by the clerk of the paper shop. They couldn't afford a cemetery, and the ashes were scattered in the sea nearby.

When he was desperate, Fang Fei received a courier.The letter is very short, and it is rare to fill a whole paper with a brush. The letter's surname is Long, claiming to be his distant relative.She learned about the death of Fang Ke and his wife from the newspaper, and she happened to have no children. She hoped that Fang Fei would come to accompany him, and would be willing to pay for his board, lodging and tuition. This letter saved Fang Fei's life!There was also a train ticket in the letter. He thought about the ticket all night, and finally decided to try his luck.He set foot on the westbound train, and after two days and one night, he came to this gray city.

Fang Fei went downstairs to eat after a day of being in a daze. The food was rich and delicious, and while he was eating, he looked around—the furniture was dark and heavy, and he didn’t know what kind of wood it was. Dye dragon eyes. "What are you looking at?" My aunt picked up a long pipe, and the pot was filled with emerald green hay. She lit the fire and filled the room with a strong aroma. "Why doesn't this dragon have glasses?" Fang Fei was at a loss for words. "Haven't you heard of the finishing touch?" The old woman smiled, "If you dot the eyes, this thing will fly!"

Fang Fei felt uncomfortable, and glanced at the old woman: "The finishing touch, isn't that a legend?" "Legend?" The lingering smoke blurred the old man's smile, "Maybe! Well, are you dreaming?" "Do...do it!" "Dream what?" "I dreamed that I was flying!" Fang Fei stared at the marble on the dining table. ……died……" Auntie kept silent, exhaling smoke, and the smoke rings gathered in the air to form deer and pony, as well as little lion and rabbit, chasing each other one after another.Fang Fei was astonished, and after a closer look, these little smoke beasts disappeared again.He couldn't help calling out softly: "This, how did this come about?"

"It's not conjured up..." The old man smiled, "It's your imagination. If you don't think about it, it's just a cloud of smoke. If you think about it, it becomes anything..." She bowed down Body, leaning closer to Fang Fei, with a very secretive smile, "If you don't think about it, it's a legend, if you think about it, it might be true..." The old pendulum clock on one side struck eight!The old man seemed to have remembered something, put down his cigarette stick, and went out with the remaining oxtail soup. The soup bowl was empty when I came back.The two sat idle and said nothing until the vanilla burned out.

"Go to bed early!" The old man got up and said, "There is a construction site nearby, so don't worry if there is movement at night!" She blinked at this point, "I hope you can fly tonight." "That was just a dream!" "Then have a good dream!" The old woman waved her cigarette stick and disappeared behind the bamboo curtain of Concubine Xiang. After a bumpy night on the train, Fang Fei was extremely tired. The old-fashioned big bed was spacious and comfortable, and he couldn't help falling asleep uneasy. In his sleep, the ink dragon on the painting came to life and wrapped around Fang Fei's body in circles.He stared at the boy, his eyes were empty, suddenly, a swarm of blowflies jumped out of the hole, buzzing towards him... Fang Fei was startled, and suddenly woke up, with one eye, two green lights hung in front of the bed, as big as wine glasses, eerie and scary. "Who!" His heart was squeezed. The green light disappeared, and something seemed to float out of the door.The door leaf swayed back and forth, making a creaking sound, and outside the door, there was the panting of a huge beast. Fang Fei's blood was all poured to his head, he was thrown off the bed, his feet fell to the ground, and his whole body trembled. The door is wide open, and the gasps come and go.Fang Fei's mouth was parched, and his heart was about to break his chest.For some reason, his body seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, and he kept walking forward.I can't distinguish anything in front of my eyes, only the inextricable darkness, a corridor that was short during the day, now dark and dark, endlessly long. The sound of panting was getting closer and closer, and a strange fear gripped the body and mind—the green ahead flashed, and it became brighter, followed by a moan in the darkness.This groan is very terrifying, unlike any creature in the world, the sound was soft and weak at first, and gradually became louder like thunder—— Feeling dizzy and palpitations, Fang Fei shivered, his consciousness gradually blurred... It was already dawn when I woke up! Fang Fei sat up, still vividly remembering the strange events at night, only the part when he lay back on the bed had no memory.He suspected it was a dream, but it felt very real—the feeling of stepping on the floor was still there, and the moans he heard seemed to be still in his ears. Something is wrong with this old house!Fang Fei shivered for a moment, looked around, then got up and went downstairs. The old woman had already got up and was taking a walk under the locust tree.The big tree was full of shade, under the tree was covered with green grass like silk, and the fragrance was strong and lingering, like the smoke from last night. "Did you sleep well?" the old man asked. Fang Fei hesitated, to the effect that the second half of the night was not peaceful.The great-aunt smiled and said: "That's a common thing! Some people can't sleep well even if they change the bed, let alone another city?" It's like a dream but not a dream, it's almost impossible to talk about it. The breakfast was tasteless, and before ten o'clock, the doorbell rang. It was the dean of the new school who came, a middle-aged woman surnamed Wang, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, with a nervous smirk on her thin face. When the woman entered the door, she had a long and stinky conversation first, boasting that the old house took up a lot of land, and that a large sum of money would be compensated for the demolition, then she changed the topic: "I went to a student's house, blind, That house is really big, a three-story house, a garden in the front, a swimming pool in the back, a tennis court on the left, and a parking lot on the right..." The woman glanced at him, "Don't the elderly watch TV?" "I'm not afraid of your jokes, there is no TV at home." The old man replied calmly. "No TV?" The dean's face was flushed, and he just drank his tea with a dull head, "You are Fang Fei?" The woman raised her head, her eyes were like two razors, and the young man was very confused, so he just nodded silently. "Where are Mummy and Daddy?" "What?" Fang Fei didn't understand. "I asked where are your parents?" Director Wang looked impatient. Fang Fei remained silent, and the woman's face sank slightly. "His parents?" Aunt and grandma came out to smooth things over, "He died in a car accident!" "Oh!" Director Wang frowned, "It's a pity!" He said it was a pity, but his face was very calm. "Where's the previous report card?" Fang Fei handed it over timidly.Director Wang raised his eyebrows: "85 in Chinese, 73 in mathematics, 49 in English?! Isn't the education level in the east very high? In our school, such a score is the bottom one. How can we go abroad in the future..." His voice became louder and louder. As he got higher and higher, he gradually felt like scolding. Fang Fei's ears were hot, and he stared at the corner of the wall. His aunt interjected, "We're not going abroad, we're staying at home!" "What are you talking about! The purpose of the school's education is to let students become talents and not go abroad..." The woman rolled her eyes and stared at Fang Fei, "What specialties do you have?" "Specialty?" Fang Fei blushed and choked out a sentence, "I, I know calligraphy!" "Calligraphy? Is this considered a specialty?" Director Wang sneered, "The calligraphy you write is not an antique. If it is an antique, how much money can you sell for it..." She frowned and tried to persuade the old woman, "This child's grades are too high. Poor, it is not suitable to enter this school..." The old woman interjected, "I've made an agreement with Principal Fei, this kid will read it first!" "You..." Director Wang hesitated and said softly, "Are you related to Principal Fei?" Grandmother smiled and shook her head. "Then..." Director Wang murmured in his heart, if he is not a relative, why should the principal let this kid into the school?English forty-nine?What a loser!She looked up at Fang Fei, with a gleam of fire in her eyes, "You, report to school tomorrow morning, self-study at 7:30, don't be late!" Woke up early the next morning, when the flying came downstairs, my uncle and grandma were taking a walk under the tree again. "Can you ride a bike?" the old man asked. Fang Fei answered, and his uncle and grandmother said: "There is a bicycle in the back yard. It is old but still sturdy. I just got oil on it. You can ride it to school!" After eating, Fang Fei went to the back of the house to pick up the car.Looking around, I saw a yellow object leaning against the wall, which looked like a pile of scrap iron from a distance, and it looked like a bicycle when it came in. The style of the car is old-fashioned, but if you mention it, it can be heavy.Fang Fei grew up in a big city, so he is not very fashionable, but he has seen the world.He would rather walk to school than mess with this old relic.But who told him to live under the fence?He didn't want to live in the courtyard, and he didn't want to go to Director Wang's school, but he had no choice. Fang Fei stayed for a while, and was about to help the car up, when a black figure sprang out from the corner of Leng Shi, coming fast and with a loud bang, pushing him hard against the wall. Venus burst out in front of Fang Fei's eyes, the back of his head felt a sharp pain, and his calf brushed against the bicycle, scratching a large piece of skin.Right in front of him, stood a black dog the size of a calf, with gleaming green eyes, and a long scarlet tongue sticking out. The young man leaned his back against the wall, not daring to move rashly. The big black dog's tongue swept over the left side of his face, which was hot and humid. Fang Fei was sweating profusely, and his whole body was about to collapse. "Hei Kui!" Aunt and Grandma's voice sounded.The dog let go of Fang Fei, raised its teeth, and let out a series of deep and ferocious barks.The old woman leaned down and touched the black dog's neck. The fierce light in the dog's eyes subsided slightly, and its barking turned into a whimper. It leaned down and closed its eyes to enjoy the comfort of its master. The old man was a little sad, and said softly; "Hei Kui is old and suspicious, always afraid of thieves coming to steal things." It was only then that Fang Fei realized that although the black dog was big, it was old and shedding its hair. Its body was black and white, and it was withered and disfigured.Grandma Bo stroked and called "Hei Kui" at the same time. The old black dog's nose whimpered, and for some reason, it sounded a bit sad. Fang Fei pushed the cart out in a huff.As soon as he stepped on the pedal when getting in the car, the bearings screamed harshly. He took out a map of the city, and the old lady circled the location of the school with a red pen. ) elite secondary schools. The name of the school is vulgar and ridiculous, but fortunately it is quite close to home.While pedaling the car and screaming, Fang Fei was thinking about that black head—sharp fangs, long saliva, and those green eyes.What's even more strange is that I haven't heard a dog barking in the past two days, and the black dog jumped out suddenly, like a three-headed dog that came out of hell. "I've seen a ghost." Fang Fei was distracted, and he might as well ride on the driveway. With a roar, a strange-shaped sports car rushed past.There was a scolding from the sports car, and the wording was extremely obscene.Fang Fei jumped out of the car in a hurry, and looked up to see that the car was gone. When we arrived at the school, all kinds of famous cars were parked outside the gate. Boys and girls got out of the cars, chatting and laughing in twos and threes. Before the bicycle stopped, a scream rose from the ground: "Fang Fei! Come here!" He looked up and saw that Director Wang was standing by the door, looking like a female version of the door god. Through the glasses, he stared at Fang Fei. Fang Fei bit the bullet and pushed the cart forward.The door god pointed at the bicycle: "What?" "one……" "Shut up!" Director Wang reprimanded him furiously, "Why are you so dispirited? Do you know that in order to study in this school, your grandma cut down on food and went through a lot of hardships and hardships? In these years, there is still no one at home. TV set……" "He's not my grandma..." "Shut up! Look at you. After studying for so many years, you only get 49 points in English. Does a person like you deserve to go to this school? Shut up... What are you? A person like you, at home You can embarrass your parents, you can embarrass your teachers at school, you can embarrass your boss in society, even if you get out of the country by chance, you will embarrass your country..." The surrounding students were full of onlookers, Fang Fei's blood rushed to his face, his ears hummed, his legs felt weak, every nerve was trembling, and an evil fire was rushing back and forth in his heart .He turned into a giant, grabbed the broken car, and stuffed it into the female teacher's broken mouth. Fortunately, when the class bell rang, Director Wang was content with cursing, shook his head, and yelled, "Go in." It was like yelling at a puppy. Fang Fei pushed the cart into the door dejectedly, and Leng Weizhi screamed again, "This thing is not allowed to enter the school." "It will be lost outside..." "Whoever steals this thing will be blind!" The female door god pointed to a plane tree, "Throw it aside!" The next day, Fang Fei lived like a year. He hated that broken car and hoped for it to be stolen.It's a pity that the sky didn't follow people's wishes, and the bicycle stopped perfectly until after school, and not a single screw was dropped. By the next day, he was already famous.The students all know that there is a freshman in Class 5 (5) of junior high school called "Lao Biche" with a score of 49 in English, and there is no TV at home-it is a miracle in this day and age. Fang Fei tried his best to get out of the predicament. He pretended to forget his bicycle, but every time he was stopped by his aunt.Once, the old man went out pushing his cart and caught up with Fang Fei who had gone a long way. He deliberately left the car on the side of the road, hoping to attract the attention of thieves, but one day, he saw with his own eyes, an old man who scavenged and walked by the car without even looking at the bike—this car became Fang Fei’s nightmare , For many days, he dreamed that he was escaping in front, and the broken bicycle was chasing after him. No matter whether he was running or flying, the old bicycle was always with him. Due to Director Wang's care, Fang Fei sat in the last row in the class, not only did he not have a deskmate, nor did he have a fellow row.The girls said in private that Fang Fei had a "rust smell" all over his body, and the boys also said that the "old bicycle" was so poor that he didn't have a mobile phone. The students in the class are either rich or expensive.After class, the young master and his brother never leave the sports car, and they often hear big words like "I don't like Ferrari, I like Lamborghini"; the young ladies over there keep competing for clothes and handbags: "Do you still use Chanel? How old-fashioned! I went to Paris in the summer vacation... Lafayette? What can I buy there? I go to specialty stores, huh, there is only one bag in the world..." Fang Fei couldn't get in this kind of conversation, he was an invisible person in the class, and he was the bottom of the whole school in terms of grades.Only when he was in biology class did the students pay a little attention to him.The dean of this course is concurrently in charge. Director Wang Fang Fei is so blue-eyed that every time he attends class, he has to call him to stand up, laughing and cursing and mocking him to have a good time. Fang Fei became the laughing stock of everyone! "Old Bicycle" is just her real name, and she has many other nicknames, such as "Mindless", "Stupid", "Incompetent", and "Stupid". These are Wang's inventions, and she has not had time to apply for a patent , was soon plagiarized by classmates. After class, the girls imitated her vividly, while laughing hysterically; the male students also played tricks on the "old bicycle" - hiding his textbooks, imitating his appearance on the bicycle, and waiting until Fang Fei Passing by, stick out your foot and trip him. It is strange that the "old bicycle" will trip over every time. No matter what kind of insult he received, "Old Bicycle" didn't make a sound or resist. Sometimes he was too wronged, so he would write and draw on the desktop with his fingers.Some people guessed that she was writing cursing words, but those who handed them over said that they were all "ghost symbols" and they couldn't recognize a single word. This kind of resignation made the students discouraged, thinking that it was ridiculous for the thin and weak, and there was no fun to speak of.In less than a month, most of these pranks ended.There is only one boy surnamed Zhao who always enjoys it. This kid is short in stature, and he is keen to please his teacher. Whenever there is trouble, he must be indispensable for making small reports.The classmates hated him so much that they never called him by his first name, and they all called him "undercover". The undercover is very isolated in the class, because of his physical condition, he is bullied from time to time, but compared to Fang Fei, the undercover has a great advantage - he is the favorite of the female door god, but Fang Fei is the most hated by Director Wang student. In the class, the only undercover can bully is Fang Fei.The little thing was just having fun while the other students died down.He laughed at Fang Fei for being poor, resigned, and simple-minded. He was eloquent, chattering, funny, and expressive. With this quick mouth, Fang Fei accepted the humiliation in the morning, and the whole school would know it in the afternoon. Xiwang Middle School is built on the mountain, and the ginkgo and phoenix trees on the back mountain form a forest side by side.In late autumn, the small golden fan leaves and palm-sized sycamore leaves wither away.Cleaning fallen leaves is a daily routine. Sometimes it is done by small workers, and sometimes it is used to punish students who make mistakes.Since entering the school, Fang Fei has made friends with the broom, and they meet several times a week. Director Wang was in a bad mood that day. She excused Fang Fei for not being able to answer why spiders are not insects. She made a mockery of him and punished him to sweep leaves after school. After school, Fang Fei dragged a big broom and came to the open space behind the school alone.This area was sparsely populated, the leaves were sweeping and falling, tirelessly, after sweeping twice, Hu heard voices coming from the woods, Fang Fei knew that students used to come here for recreation, smoking and drinking, and having trysts with men and women, so he didn't care much.He took pleasure in bitterness, used the broom as a brush, and practiced calligraphy horizontally and vertically on the ground. These are the two ways for him to relieve his worries and relieve his boredom. Every time he is too uncomfortable, it seems that he can feel a lot more comfortable after writing a few words.He wrote two words, and suddenly heard a shrill scream from the woods. The voice was very familiar.Fang Fei couldn't help but poked his head to see that a fat boy was grabbing the undercover by the hair, and was slamming into a big tree.Every time he hit it, the undercover screamed, his face was stained with tears, and his eyes and nose could not be seen. "Don't hit your face! It's not good if his mother sees it!" The high school boy who spoke was tall, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, with a slight smile on his face, and he was joking there with his hands folded.Fang Fei recognized with a straight face that this was Wu Nengjun from Class 1 of Senior Three, a celebrity in the city and the king of the whole school.His head was full of anger, looking like a big rooster. Big Rooster's antique cars are well-known in the city, a 67 version of the Ford Mustang, Nicolas Cage's car in "60 Seconds", equipped with a helium acceleration system, running like a mad dragon.On the first day of school, Fang Fei was almost killed by him, and it was said that he ran into an unlucky couple while racing at night. Wu Nengjun is young and rich, and he is also romantic and affectionate. His girlfriends around him are changing as often as sports cars.He used to brag that if his girlfriends were numbered in English letters, starting from A, they could be ranked all the way to Y. Y's girlfriend is on the side, hanging on the big cock's neck with all her heart.He only heard the fat boy stop drinking: "Did you say that?" "No..." The undercover had tears in his eyes, "I didn't..." "You still don't admit it?" The fat boy's eyes flashed fiercely, and he grabbed him and bumped him again.This time, the undercover agent didn't even have the strength to scream, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat, like a dying frog. Fang Fei frowned, and quietly exited the woods.Ordinarily, he should be happy to see the undercover being unlucky, but after scanning the notes, he still can't be happy.The screams of the undercover are ridiculous and pitiful, if left unchecked, this little thing may become an idiot.He was bored for a while, then on a whim, he walked to the edge of the forest and yelled, "What are you doing? You're doing this, I'm going to call the teacher!" The high school students turned around, and Wu Nengjun's eyes lit up: "Blind... old bicycle! Have you heard that the bicycle he rides can sing!" "Bike singing?" Y's girlfriend giggled, "You're pretty good at coaxing ghosts." "Don't you believe it? As soon as he pedaled the car, he sang: Hey, hey, you idiot stepped on me." Wu Nengjun sang and sang, with a strange accent. Y's girlfriend bent over with a smile, and even the fat boy grinned. "Old bicycle? What did you say? Call the teacher, drink, what a hero to save the beauty? Is it just this delicate little beauty?" The big cock reached out and grabbed the undercover's face, twisted it a full circle, and the undercover let out a cry A long scream. "I said let go!" Fang Fei swung the broom, and the long wooden handle hit the tree trunk, making a muffled sound. Wu Nengjun froze for a moment, took a deep look at him, nodded and said, "Good guy, old bicycle, you must keep this broom forever!" "This broom is so pitiful." Y's girlfriend was very humorous, "Can he sing——Yeeah, hey, you idiot sweep me?" Wu Nengjun snorted, beckoning the fat boy to let him go.If it were someone else, the undercover agent might be grateful, but it was "Old Bicycle" who saved him. When Fang Fei saw his unlucky appearance, the undercover agent not only lost face, but also had a strange anger, and blurted out a word. Out: "It's him! It's what the old bicycle said!" Fang Fei was baffled by what he heard, and the big rooster frowned: "Undercover, you didn't lie, did you?" "Who in the school dares to sue you for being tricky?" The undercover agent glanced at Fang Fei, his eyelids drooping, "Only freshmen who are not good at it will do it! Old bicycles are freshmen, and they are not good at it..." "He's not up to the mark!" Wu Nengjun rolled his eyes, "Old Bicycle, is that really what you said?" Fang Fei didn't know what the two of them said at all, but when he saw the undercover's face, he felt disgusted, and without thinking, he replied coldly, "So what if it is, so what if it's not?" "That's a little different." The big cock cocked his neck. "It doesn't matter what it is!" Fang Fei didn't want to stay for a long time, turned around and left the forest. After sweeping home, the bicycle is still parked under the plane tree.Fang Fei was about to get into the car when he was punched in the back suddenly.He rushed forward, bumped his forehead against the tree, Jin Xing jumped around in front of his eyes, before he could look back, he was kicked on the calf again, and knelt down unconsciously.A fat elbow circled up, tightly strangling her neck.Fang Fei grinned, asked someone to hold him close to the ground, and dragged him to a secluded place. Wu Nengjun stood there grinning, while Y's girlfriend was chewing gum with an aloof and disdainful look on her face.Fang Fei's arm was pinched by the fat boy, unable to move.Wu Nengjun walked up slowly and stabbed him in the middle of his waist and abdomen in a circle. Fang Fei's stomach twitched and tears were about to flow out. "It doesn't matter?" Wu Nengjun stretched out his hand and poked him on the forehead, "It doesn't matter like this?" Fang Fei remained silent. "You pissed me off!" Wu Nengjun took off his jacket, "Old Bicycle, did you say that?" "What..." Fang Fei couldn't help asking back. "What did you say?" Wu Nengjun yelled, "Who told the principal that I was racing in the back mountain?" With a flash of thought in Fang Fei's mind, he suddenly understood.Recently, there is a road passing by the back mountain of the school. Because it has not been completed yet, many people with scrapped cars often go there for racing competitions in the middle of the night.Of course Wu Nengjun would not miss such a wonderful event.Although illegal, it is an open secret among students.But in the past two days, I don't know who brought this matter out.The principal talked to the big rooster, and Wu Nengjun was so angry that he went crazy. The students who were close to the teacher were all regarded as suspects, and the undercover was the first to bear the brunt. The undercover agent pushed the matter to Fang Fei, and Wu Nengjun bit anyone he saw, not caring who the informer was.It was Fang Fei's big taboo to meddle in other people's affairs. If he wanted to establish his prestige, this freshman had to be disciplined. Wu Nengjun squeezed his fists loudly, leaned close to Fang Fei's ear and sneered, "You're being handsome with me? You're a fart, old bicycle..." He punched with a smile, one punch after another, every punch hit the same target At one point, Fang Fei's internal organs writhed and he vomited. "Disgusting..." The fat boy was afraid of being stained with dirt, turned around and dodged backwards, and Fang Fei broke free with a slip of his hand.He was thin and weak, but his skills were surprisingly fast. The big rooster blinked, and the comb fell into Fang Fei's hands! Wu Nengjun screamed "Ahhh" and raised his hand to grab the door in front of him, but Fang Fei raised his head and bit the index finger of his right hand again. "Oh my god..." Wu Nengjun cried out, "Hit him, hit him..." The fat boy froze for a moment, followed by punching and kicking, and Y's girlfriend turned red with excitement and jumped up and down. screamed: "Kill him, kill him..." Fang Fei was determined not to care about others, he held Wu Nengjun tightly, clenched his left hand into a fist, and beat that handsome face.Brother Gongzi couldn't dodge, he groaned in pain. The two of them were like a pair of conjoined twins, turning around a few times.The fat boy blushed anxiously, and punched Fang Fei on the back of the head.The boy's eyes turned black.The right hand sent it unconsciously.Wu Junneng struggled to break free, a strand of hair was pulled out, his index finger was still in the opponent's mouth, so he opened his fists and beat Fang Fei hard on the left side of the cheek.The boy snorted, and suddenly loosened his jaw again. Wu Junneng pulled out his finger, the blood flowed profusely on it, and his scalp was even more painful and numb.The young master went mad with anger, picked up a brick and yelled, "Get out of the way!" Seeing his bruised face and fierce eyes, everyone stepped out of the way tremblingly.Fang Fei was trying to struggle, but Wu Junneng stepped on him. "Old Bicycle! Damn you!" Wu Junneng spat on Fang Fei's face, raised a brick, and slapped him hard on the knee of his left leg.The boy snorted in pain, his face contorted violently. "So what if you're dead?" The pain in the knee was maddening, days of rage.humiliation.It all turned into a fiery anger, which rose from Fang Fei's heart, his tongue suddenly lost control, and a string of words came out of his mouth—— "So what if you die? Compared with the fleeting life in an instant, death lasts forever..." This burst of roar came suddenly, like lightning from outside the sky, Fang Fei himself felt weird when he heard it. Wu Nengjun froze for a moment, the fat boy muttered softly: "Crazy, this guy is crazy" "Okay, I'll leave you a mark that lasts forever!" Wu Junneng grinned, raised the brick high, and smashed it down hard on Fang Fei's nose. "Ah!" Y's girlfriend screamed.Wu Junneng was stunned in response, and when he raised his head, a black shadow fell in front of him.Bang, the son and brother flew five meters away, like flying through the clouds and riding the fog. Wu Junneng's back was in pain, and before he could get up, he suddenly felt a rush of hot air rushing to his face. He regained his composure, and a bloody mouth approached in front of his eyes, long saliva flowing down his fangs. "Dog, dog!" Wu Junneng screamed, and the rest of the people were frightened. A black dog the size of a calf was lying on Wu Junneng's body, its neck hair stood on end and its fangs were exposed. Yes, life is two dancing will-o'-the-wisps. "Smash him to death." The fat boy turned around to take the brick, but before he could throw it, the black dog flew over, bit his sleeve, and dragged him around in a full circle. The fat boy bumped into the corner of the wall, his eyes turned black , almost passed out. Wu Junneng jumped up, the soles of his feet felt the wind, and Y's girlfriend ran like a duck, croaking.The fat boy fell to the end in a daze, and when he was careful, he bumped into a big tree head-on. "Don't stop me..." He fell under the tree, covering his face and crying, "...all of you...don't stop me..." Fang Fei's body was about to fall apart, his left eye was swollen into a thin slit, his mouth was fishy and salty, but he couldn't tell whose blood it was.The black dog ran forward, rubbed against his legs twice, and panted for a while. "Hei Kui..." Fang Fei was full of confusion, "You, why are you here?" He wanted to figure it out, but his mind was in a mess and he couldn't think of anything. After staying there for quite a while, he rode his bicycle home, and Hei Kui trotted along beside the car.Halfway through the ride, Fang Fei's left knee hurt so much that he had to stop, sat on a bench by the river, and opened his trousers to see, good guy, his knee was swollen like a bread. Hei Kui squatted on the ground, only as tall as Fang Fei. He was old and majestic, and passers-by couldn't help but take a few more glances when they saw it. "Hei Kui." Fang Fei stroked the black dog's neck hair, as if he was still dreaming, "It's a coincidence that you came... If it was later, I might die..." When he said the word "death", he looked up , the river water reflects the setting sun, adding to the bloody color that continues to be melancholy. The gray concrete bridge across the river is like a scar that will never heal. "...Compared to the floating life at that moment, death is eternal..." Fang Fei read this sentence softly, and before he finished speaking, the black dog let out a long whimper.He looked up in response to his reputation, and his green eyes flashed with soft water light. At this moment, the ignorant beast turned into a human, and his eyes were full of deep emotions. "Hei Kui, do you understand?" Fang Fei felt a pain in his heart, "It's so strange, I remembered this sentence, but I forgot where I heard it."However, death is really good, I still hope that my parents live, Hei Kui, my father is a good man, his happiest thing is teaching me to write, I still keep the brush he gave me... "My mother taught people to play the piano. Now everyone plays the piano, but few people learn the guqin. But my mother often said that playing the piano requires passion, but playing the guqin requires a calm heart. There are many passionate people in this world, but few people have a still heart... …My heart is like still water, I can’t do it, I’ll fall asleep as soon as I hit it, if, if he knows that I’m fighting with someone, he doesn’t know what to think…” For many days, Fang Fei buried his pain deeply in his heart, and never confided a word to anyone.For some reason, he took the old black dog as his closest friend and talked about his nostalgia for his parents.The old dog listened silently, whimpered from time to time, and stretched out his head to rub against Fang Fei's arm. The sky was getting dark, and Fang Fei's heart calmed down. He sighed at the black dog: "Hei Kui, I only tell you these words, don't tell others!" Hei Kui stared at Fang Fei and nodded silently. nod. Fang Fei was surprised: "This dog is really smart, almost like a human." His knee hurt even more, so he had to limp and push the cart home.Passing by a grocery store, Hei Kui stopped and tilted his head to look into the store. The small TV in the shop is broadcasting local comfort.Enough to watch TV, which is really strange.But Fang Fei didn't pay attention, his eyes were also attracted by the news. On the TV, the host looked serious: "Around ten o'clock this morning, the Niaoyu Forest in the zoo was attacked by a group of bats. They broke through the steel wire fence and ate up all the birds in the forest, even the biggest golden eagle.没能幸免……”画面切换到鸟语林，图像模糊不清，下面注明手机拍摄。 屏幕上满是鸟类残骸，一个女饲养员正在抹泪，一个男饲养员用捕鸟网扣住了一直硕大的蝙蝠。蝙蝠左冲右突，发出尖厉怪叫，两只血红眼珠，射出奇异的光芒。 “张教授，您见过这样的蝙蝠吗？”主持人向一位老者讨教。 “没，没有”张教授擦了擦头上的汗。 “蝙蝠不是夜里活动吗？” “蝙蝠夜里活动，那是因为昆虫多在夜间出没，久而久之，蝙蝠视力退化，发展处一套声呐系统。我们知道，鸟儿是白天活动的，呃，如果这些蝙蝠以鸟类为食，那么白天活动也很合理……” “有吃鸟的蝙蝠吗？” “秋季食物短缺时，欧洲的大山蝠会袭击鸟类，可那都是小型的鸟雀，比如麻雀和斑鸠，可是——”张教师下意识支起身子，“绝不包括成年的金雕，成年金雕翼长两米，是大山蝠的四倍” “这些蝙蝠为什么以鸟类为食？” 老头儿给这些人逼得走投无路，一个劲儿擦汗：“我说过，这是一个危险的变种，我想好好研究……”这时捕鸟网撕开一道缝隙，蝙蝠钻了出来，冲着镜头瞥了一眼，刷的一声飞走了。 “真是一场谋杀，蓄谋已久，来去匆匆！”主持人一脸凝重，“我们没有捉到蝙蝠，但瞧刚才的画面，蝙蝠正在看着我们……” 电视里反复播放蝙蝠观望镜头的画面，红眼珠溜溜乱转，方非只觉那双眼睛盯着自己，仿佛在说：“你逃不掉的，我正在看着你呢！” 他像是着了魔，呆呆的站在那里，直到杂货店的老板长吁短叹，他才醒过来，可是低头一看，老黑狗不见了。 回家时大门虚掩，门缝里透出灯光，方非知道伯祖母为人小心，只要在家，必定插上门闩，就算不在，也要加上一把大锁，所以暗自奇怪，轻轻推开了院门。 桌上饭菜已冷，伯祖母不再客厅，方非鼻青脸肿，害怕老人盘问，他溜到卫生间，打算梳洗一下。 途经老人卧室，门里传出激烈的争吵声：“这件事不行”说话的是伯祖母，斩钉截铁，声音里透出一丝焦虑。 方非不由竖起耳朵。沉寂了时许，伯祖母又说，“要是不嫩归化，神光泄露，全都完了没错，对头是来了，可他不是那个人直觉？四十八年的等待就凭一句直觉住口，想一想，从古到今，你犯了多少错” 争吵声越来越响，放飞忍不住大叫：“伯祖母” 房门吱呀开了，老妇人慌张探出头来：“咦，你回来了？”方非向门内张望，可是不见有人不由十分纳闷：“伯祖母，来客人了吗？” “客人？”一转眼，老妇回复了平静，“没有啊！我等了你老半天，刚才睡着了。” “你刚才在说话！” “说梦话吧。” 梦里跟人吵架？方非心中犯疑，上下打量老妇，伯祖母若无其事，反问：“你的脸怎么回事？”方非顿时一阵慌乱：“骑车骑车摔得！” 伯祖母看了放飞一眼，淡淡说道：“饭菜亮了，我去热一下……” 吃罢饭，老摆钟以敲十点。老妇心事重重，端着烟杆一口未抽，任由香草袅袅燃尽。 “伯祖母！”方非想起了一件事，“黑魁回来了吗？” “啊？”伯祖母吃了一惊，“它不在家吗？” “我出去看看。”方非挑了几块排骨，快步来到后院。老黑狗闻声从狗屋里钻了出来，见是方非，喔了一声，无精打采的趴在地上。 方非扶摸黑狗的颈毛：“怎么了？不开心……”老狗的鼻子里哼了一声，抖擞站了起来，叼了一块排骨，咯崩咯崩地嚼了起来。 它吃完了骨头，趴回地上，似乎不胜负荷，发出粗重的喘息声。 方非返回客厅，担忧说道：“伯祖母，老黑病了！” “不，它没病！”伯祖母幽幽的叹了口气，“他只是老了！” 回到卧室，老摆钟敲到11点。方非膝盖肿的厉害，忍痛写了几页作业，忽听笃笃敲门，开门一看，不见有人。地上放着一个瓷瓶，瓶上压了一张字条，用毛笔写着：“敷在伤处。” 笔记是祖母的，瓶子里装着药酒，透出一股奇香。他拿着字条，不觉眼眶潮湿。他关上了门，用药酒涂了一遍伤处，只觉浑身清凉，痛楚似乎减轻了许多。大约太过舒服，他关灯躺下，不一会儿就迷糊起来。 一阵呼噜声把他惊醒。方非一张眼，两团绿光近在眼前，他一惊坐起，绿光逼得更近，热乎乎的气息碰到他的脸上。 “黑魁！”方非一愣：“是你？” 老狗一声不吭，叼住了少年衣衫，方非不由随他下床，赤裸的双脚踩着楼梯，悠悠的凉气直透脚心，经过老人的卧室，门里传来细微的鼾声。 来到客厅，月光入户，被门窗剪下了一角，树影投入厅中，好似一只沉默的幽灵。 老黑狗跳上饭桌，人立起来！他的嘴里叼了一支毛笔，对着那张墨龙大画，又点又画，似模似样。 这一刻，方非见到了生命最奇特的情景——这只大狗在画墨龙的眼睛！ 他呆在那儿，仿佛失去了知觉。“这都是梦”他拼命提醒自己。可是黑魁点完了龙睛，跳下桌子，叼着方非的衣角，将他拖到了一边。 墨龙蠕动了一下！紧接着，龙眼亮了起来，发出惨淡的绿光。方非的神经也快要绷断了，可是更离奇的还在后面——墨龙挣了一下，从画纸里探出头来。 龙头十分硕大，龙角几乎撑到了屋顶，接下来是他的颈，它的身，经过方非身边，少年甚至看见了乌油油的龙鳞。 龙爪也探了出来，爪尖犀利发光。巨龙从小小的厅门钻了出去，没有发出一丁点儿声音。 墨龙飘在天上，如同一如苍黑色的烟雾。它绕到槐树的下面，身子一圈圈的盘绕树干，直到龙尾出尽，整个儿盘在了老槐树的树干上。 一条龙缠住了一棵树！可还没完，在墨龙的驱使下，对着满天星月，槐树徐徐转动起来，好似车轮轴承，转了一圈两圈三圈……足足转满了九圈，地上传来了细微的叮当声。 连带跟下土壤，槐树向西挪移，大地活像是一个饿人，森森然张开了一个大洞。老黑狗拖着方非走到洞前，入口处可见数计石阶，乳白色的云气从下涌起。 方非望着洞口发呆，冷不妨老黑狗从后一顶，他还来不及一声惨叫，就的一头栽进了洞里。 石阶深入地下，少说也有百级。惊叫声在地洞里激起了一阵回响。方非爬起身来，想要逃回洞口，黑狗守在那里，冲他呲牙咧嘴，它无可奈何，只好转身向前。 前面越走越亮，隐约可见阶上的苔藓。这儿像是一座坟墓，方非想起看过的盗墓小说，心理用起一股颤栗，如果遇到一具绿毛僵尸怎么办。他的身上没有一枪一弹，除了引颈送死，根本没有第二条路可走。 走了一分多钟，石阶延伸已尽，前方出现了一座石室。室内的云气起伏不定，笼罩着一团明亮的白光。 “全都是梦，很快就会醒的……”方非反复自我催眠，在室门前站了一会儿，好奇心催促他不往向前，走进光源一看，发光的是一块白色的石板。 “拿起来。”耳边响起一个声音，嘶哑，果决，方非下意识抓住石板，入手温润，好似活人的肌肤。咔嚓，石室忽地摇晃起来，猛烈无比，像是一艘遭遇海啸的大船。 方非二话不说，掉头就跑，一口气窜出洞口，却不见了黑狗的影子。 “黑魁……”少年叫了一声，嗓音里带上了哭腔。 回头看去，地窟有如一道伤口，正在缓慢地愈合。槐树移回原位，墨龙也一圈圈的松开了树身，绿惨惨的双眼冲着方非笔直瞪来。 方非几乎惨叫起来，他慌不择路，噔噔噔跑上二楼，上楼前回头一瞥，一段龙尾巴似飞也似钻地进了画中。 回到卧室，方非的心子呼呼乱跳。他不再怀疑身处现实，可他宁愿活在梦里。这一番际遇太不可思议，会画画的狗，钻出画纸的龙，还有可以移动的大树，这都是一些什么鬼东西？ 发了一会儿愣，方非直到书桌边，拧开台灯，仔细审视那块石版。 石版大如书本，质地微微其中的一面，用阴文刻画了一个小巧的太极，可惜有白无黑，分不出阴阳两极。 方非把石板翻来覆去，不经意碰到刻纹，忽觉指尖一热，滚滚的热流直冲后脑。紧跟着，他的指尖传来一股钻心的剧痛，方非痛得赶紧缩手，石版啪地落在地上。 方非察看手指，余痛未消，可是皮肉完好，没有一丝伤痕。他迟疑了一下，捡起石版一看，好在没有摔坏，太极图上凝结了一滴鲜血。 他心下奇怪，想要抹去血迹，鲜血却似沁入了石版，说什么也擦拭不去。纳闷中，那滴血活了过来，化成一条血线，绕着刻纹飞快流转一眨眼，太极图变成了半红半百，两条阴阳月呼之欲出，红鱼长着白眼，白鱼却长了一只灵动的红眼。 太极无声旋转，白鱼转到了上方，红鱼落到了下方，石版上迸出炫目的强光。方非惊讶极了，伸手一摸，刚刚触及石版，光芒一闪，石版忽然消失了！ 方非一跃而起，蹬蹬倒退两步。他半疯半傻地坐回床头，身下的被褥温暖而真实，可是除了这些，四周的一切无不虚幻古怪。 “我疯了吗？”他将手伸到眼前，牢牢握紧成拳，指甲陷入掌心，刺痛的感觉分外强烈。 方非闭上眼睛，深深吸入一口，又将浊气呼出。他慢慢睁开双眼，心中刚一想到石版，右手一沉，石版忽又回到了手心。 他真是快要疯了！石版上的光芒接连闪动，赫然出现了一行青色地字迹——“朱方南明十万急急！” 这一行字，一半像隶书，一半像楷书，起初青色浓郁，渐渐颜色变淡。 “描下来！”果决嘶哑的声音再次响起。方非机灵一下，四处张望，可是不见一个人影。他好似着了魔，如同一具行尸走肉，取出了父亲留下的毛笔，蘸了最便宜的碳素墨水，扯了一张作业纸，蒙住石版开始描红。 八个字第一次见到，方非落笔的时候，却像是临摹了千百遍，笔走龙蛇，熟练极了，与此同时，一股血气直冲喉头，让他不由自主、冲口而出—— “朱方南明十万急急！” 一声叫完，一行青字恰好消失！纸上字迹转红，腾地燃烧起来，一眨眼，那张字纸化为了灰烬。 方非吃了一惊，匆忙拂去残灰，石版莹白光洁，并没烧坏变黑，他松了一口气，忽听啪的一声，细微清脆，像是远远传来的枪声，推窗一看，远空中出现了一朵红色的流星，不似别的流星一闪就灭，而是化为一溜星芒，一转眼，比起别的星星大了十倍。 方非吓得关上窗户，一路退回床边，在床沿边绊了一跤，仰面摔在床上。 咔嚓，窗栓折断，一团大火冲了进来。 少年失声惨叫，伸手捂住面颊。可是过了一会儿屋子里一片沉寂，什么灾难也没发生。他忍不住分开五指、向外看去，火光幽幽变淡，渐渐显露人形，突然红光散尽，出现了一个白衣少女。