Chapter 24 Chapter 23

After Xing Fushuang joined the company, he did a few things in exchange for wealth. "The Score of Secret Societies Since the Early Republic of China" mentioned another incident.As early as the eighteenth year of the Republic of China—actually, when Xing Fushuang was still beheading and transporting the Buddha’s head, a violent organization appeared in Kaifeng, Henan Province, called the "Three People's Principles Heroes".The first person, surnamed Dai Mingli, styled Yunong, was born in Jiangshan, Zhejiang.Important members of this organization include Tian Zailong, Wang Tianmu, Hu Baoyi, and Ju Yi. These four people each took their names and engraved a movable type seal, which is "Dragon King One Wing" - people can refer to "Dragon King". "Imagine it as Dai Li, and these four people are their assistants; of course, these members can also interpret "Dragon King" as "Old Man", and it is self-evident that the "Old Man" likes to reuse this hero group.

In the autumn of the 21st year of the Republic of China, the "Old Man" had resumed his duties for several months, and his power became more and more stable.At that time, Feng Yuxiang was preparing to cooperate with the Communist Party of China to organize an Anti-Japanese Allied Army or Allied Army, with Feng himself as the commander-in-chief.However, Feng Yuxiang was always worried that in the future the "Old Man" would take advantage of his position as Generalissimo based on his propositions that "to fight against the outside world, we must first secure the interior" and "to fight against Japan, we must first suppress the Communist Party".So Feng Yuxiang bought more than a dozen Syrian murderers, disguised them as Indians, and sneaked into Nanjing, preparing to assassinate the "old man".Unexpectedly, this incident was detected by the peripheral elements of the "Three People's Principles Heroes", and they immediately sent a call to Nanchang; then Ju Yi personally led Xing Fushuang to Nanjing, and the two joined hands to intercept this group of people who were taking the Jinpu train to Nanchang at the railway station. Here comes the killer.Ju Yi did not monopolize this credit - he had something else - he planned it naturally - because of his meritorious escort, he was able to personally meet the "old man" with Dai Li. The "old man" thanked him warmly and praised him as a "national hero". Naturally, he was also asked what he thought about the future.Ju Yi said that he would like to invite Shandong to go to the north to open up territory for the "Blue Shirts Club" and the "Heroes Group".This point coincides with what the "old man" heard from Wan Yanfang.

But what the "old man" didn't expect was that Ju Yi wanted to go to Shandong for nothing but the eighty-four sinking Buddha heads that Xing Fushuang had mentioned.This also led to the real story of Ouyang Yalun rescuing a little girl from the flower thief.Regarding this matter, I have to start with my Mrs. Peng.But I have to go back and talk about Honglian and Sun Xiaoliu first. Around the time Guren started to become my "only girlfriend", my life changed significantly - reading books, writing research papers, publishing some novels... the things that used to fill my life became It doesn't matter at all.Compared with the plump, plump, juicy body of the red lotus, the world I once soaked in and refused to extricate myself—that is, the literary world with only black and white words on white paper has become very unreal and unspecific , It can even be said to be very false and very ridiculous.I will never forget that when Honglian appeared at the door of my dormitory again, my whole body (strictly speaking, it was the big piece from the cranial cavity to the abdominal cavity) seemed to be suddenly crushed by a strange hand digging sand and stones. It was hollowed out.But in terms of the physical feeling, the hollowed out place is like a bundle of explosives that is heavier and harder than the internal organs - it detonated in an instant, and almost wiped out all my sanity and rationality or ability to think.She was wearing a bright red one-piece skirt with a slightly low neckline, revealing two white arms and two white legs, with bare feet underneath, the same bright red high-heeled shoes in her hand, and her hands on her shoulders Up.She smiled, and at the same time looked straight into my eyes, suddenly left eye, then right eye, and said after a long time: "Didn't I agree to come to sleep with you again?"

Frankly: I forgot whether it was morning or afternoon.I also don't remember if it was day or night when she left.As for the middle period, it may have been three days and three nights, or it may have been seven days and seven nights. In short, we neither went out, nor did we seem to get out of bed.We didn't even eat - we just grabbed a piece of toast or a bottle of mineral water on my desk and swallowed a few mouthfuls when we were breathing.When we are exhausted from working and even breathing is exhausted, we will probably fall into a deep sleep.Whoever sleeps, the other won't last long.When one of them wakes up, shake the other up and continue working.We barely spoke.I don't want to say anything, Guren seems to be the same.In other words: we're just asking each other and answering with breathing, moaning, laughing, shouting, whatever audible sounds we can make - any sound that doesn't make sense.

Needless to say: it was my first time.It is not at all like the descriptions and performances in the small books or the "O Niang's Story" video tape.Not at all.I guess it has something to do with my lack of experience - because I have no experience, so I can only do it by imitating what I see in the book or on the screen.But I said just now: from the moment Honglian entered the door, I was completely emptied, and I couldn't think of anything, I couldn't remember anything.I only know that there is a very, very huge, swollen, and bursting force under the whole body. The force gushes out from the depths of hair, skin, blood, and internal organs. Unclear sprayed out from each hole, and then rendezvous with Honglian's strength.After they meet, they condense into a stronger, fiercer, and tighter force.Moreover, this concentrated energy does not disappear because of the pause of movement-it creates one dream after another full of exhausted imagery in the moments of our deep sleep.I kept dreaming that I was swimming upside down in the deep sea, but I couldn't come to the surface.Just when I was about to drown or suffocate, Guren had already re-rided me, or wrapped her legs around my waist and made me start again.

In retrospect, during those days of night and day, and even day and night, I was only distracted for a few short moments. In the dark room of Khotan, I mistook Honglian for Xiaowu.Other than that, I couldn't think, couldn't think of anything—it could be likened to a purer, more focused, more ferocious sprint than bestiality.I guess the same goes for Guren.As if we were two rocks simpler than organs, bumping into each other again and again until crushed—no, crushed and not stopped—every speck of dust still searching Each other, continue to sprint, continue to collide...so we become more and more crushed, more and more dusty, and more and more small.In the end, we both disappeared—from the inside out, from the soul to the body, from the spirit to the body, completely disappeared.All goes to silence.

At a certain moment on a certain day, Guren rolled out of the bed from my body and woke me up.She casually grabbed a bottle of mineral water on the table and poured it on the top of her head, rubbing the salt-white sweat spots on her limbs as if she were taking a bath—but she couldn't stand up, and finally sat down on the ground of the terrazzo bricks Going up, smiling, rinsing, and then said to me the first sentence after entering the door: "It's clean." Her voice seemed to come from another edge of the universe.Immediately, I closed my newly opened eyes, and listened to the long and distant echo of those three words, tidying up the me that had been annihilated, disappeared, turned into dust, and shattered.I would venture to say that by "cleaned up" she does not mean, or at least not just, a body rinsed with mineral water.To me, it seems to mean throwing away and throwing away everything in this body, ignoring a little bit of it, not being attached to it, and not cherishing it at all.This is my first time, don't laugh at me for making a lot of attachments and imaginations - in fact, I didn't add any exaggerated descriptions to the real feeling that penetrates into my bones.When Guren said, "It's clean." A moment later, I believe I understood what she meant—because that's what I meant too: We're both probably nothing—after exhausting the last drop of energy , Facing the whole world that was far away from us naked, we left nothing for ourselves and each other, clean and clean, not even love.

Then Honglian threw the remaining half bottle of mineral water towards me, and I just settled for the original supine position, letting the snow spring water that melted from a certain mountain called the Alps perhaps thousands of years ago and tens of thousands of miles away Drenched himself hard and cold. "There's something I forgot to tell you," Honglian laughed as she watched me sprinkle the last few drops of water in the bottle on my body and bed, and said, "I picked it up from your trash can last time. ! a note." "Oh." I responded casually. "It's a poem, and a sentence is circled on it; "Yue Zipeng is also an insider." Hong Lian leaned down, curled my hair with her fingers, and said, "What is that?"

"You stole my trash?" I sat up abruptly. "It's trash anyway." She shrugged. She clearly didn't understand that a man who lived like a rat could take his trash very, very seriously.I jumped out of bed, angrily threw the empty water bottle against a certain wall, and cursed, "Damn it!" Then she told me something that I couldn't believe-!That is, she is even more "rat" than me; she is also a guy who secretly spies on other people's lives, the only difference from me is that she will not write those spied materials into novels and publish them.

Frankly speaking: I'm not mad at her - if you're a rat being targeted by another rat, you don't get mad at the other rat, you just lament that your rat isn't pure enough ; What's more, you have had such a good time.I picked up the empty water bottle and threw it at the wall again - which I thought was ridiculous in hindsight - but what else can you do?A perfect woman tells you: She has been paying attention to you, following you, and investigating you for several years, and she knows all about your ancestral affiliation, relatives and friends, birth date, and even some trivial things in daily life.What else can you do other than drop the plastic bottle that is actually unbreakable twice?

She knew that her father was a civilian military officer who wrote "History of Wars in the Past Dynasties of China" at the Historical and Political Compilation Bureau of the Ministry of National Defense.She knew that my mother had been doing needlework for more than 20 years, sewing patterns of little people and ponies for garment manufacturers exporting Chinese children's clothing, earning a little money to subsidize my private elementary school, middle school and even college expenses.She knew that I almost caught up with a girl from the same village who looked like a fairy named Sun Xiaowu—but unfortunately, for some reason, I was hot and cold towards Sun Xiaowu, and I was so rude that Yuren couldn't even meet her. A little embarrassed.She also knew that Sun Xiaowu had four older brothers and one younger brother, and this younger brother named Sun Xiaoliu would disappear for a while every five years, not sure where he would go for some unscrupulous deeds, but no one knew what happened. what.She also knew that I had an elder brother named Zhang Shifang, whose name was Hanqing, who worked with the great director Li Xing as props;She even knew: there were four Zhu Bajie from the intelligence and security unit, who couldn't figure out which one, once approached me, but they never showed up again after being fooled by me for a while.I interjected to say that you are stronger than those four Zhu Bajie.She said of course, she is not Zhu Bajie. "Why did you find me? You." When I said this, a thought did flash through: She and the four Zhu Bajie were on the same side, otherwise she wouldn't have worked in so many strange industries. So many strange experiences, and seemingly omniscient, omnipotent.They're supposed to be the kind of guys who always live behind people, except they don't write novels, they engage in terrorist activities. "I'm not the same as those Zhu Bajie. His "we" is his "we", and my "we" is my "us"—we didn't find you before, what we were looking for was Wonderful As a result, Wonderful once bought spring couplets at Shuanghe Market. Selling spring couplets in Wonderful is like selling meat in Chang’an. It’s just too weird. Later we found out: He’s after you—” "Why? Am I fucking in the way of any of you?" "We don't know why he came to you. Maybe it's because of your big brother—your big brother always tells everyone that he has an uncle and brother who are so knowledgeable. Maybe that's why Wan Defu tried his best to get to know each other. Yours." Hong Lian said with a bright smile, got up and put her arms around my back, said: "Is it an accident that we found you?" I gently pushed her away, and watched the crystal clear water droplets on her neck and shoulders slide down one by one, some of them were wiped out before reaching the navel, and some simply stopped on the breasts, as if I know that even if I run, I can't run far, and I can't escape the appearance of being about to kill.This scene almost distracted me—but at least my tone should be much gentler: "There are so many people on the street outside, no matter how unexpected it is, it won't be my turn?" "So many people, can't they all know Wandefu, and at the same time be Master Peng's apprentice?" "Master Peng? Master Peng is not a fool at all," I almost burst into laughter: "Master Peng is even a fake in teaching boxing techniques. Don't you know that "you" are so good? He only knows how to practice step boxing. When I escaped from the mainland, I brought dozens of taels of gold with me. I spent them all, so I pawned my teacher’s gold ring, earrings, and bracelet, and bought a Daguan Dao to stick at the door. I said it was to open a martial arts gym and teach boxing. , To treat bruises, there is actually only one medicine, no matter what kind of internal injury or external injury, there is only one medicine—" "Soak mothballs in sorghum wine," Honglian hurriedly said, "soak sorghum wine with mothballs, right? This is well-known far and wide. But why is it that only rubbing the mothballs he soaked can stop bleeding, remove stasis, and relax muscles and bones? Why is it the only way to drink him?" The brewed sorghum wine can cure colds, coughs, headaches, and even diarrhea and constipation?" She was right.In our village, there are 300 people, big and small, who are sick or not. It is a common practice to go through the entrance of the market to find Master Peng.Everyone is willing to follow him to learn the bad boxing method of kicking dogs without biting and hitting cats without barking. In fact, it is the meaning of the adults in the family-because it is said that if you call him master, you will get a 20% discount on medical treatment and medicine. 50% off for disciples who entered the room.In addition, the back door of Master Peng's martial arts gym is a shower room, anyone can go in and take a shower at any time before coming out, all free of charge.He also has a rule to teach adults to feel at ease: Anyone who has practiced boxing with him for a day is not allowed to fight with others when they go out.We—the children's family all said behind their backs: This is because Master Peng's boxing is so bad that no one can beat him, so we had to not allow anyone to try it, because once the test is good, his master Peng's two-handed and three-legged kung fu will be as good as a cat. No matter how much discount you give, no one will accept it.But then again: the adults in the village want to rely on Master Peng's medicinal wine to live a long life, what can you do? When Honglian said this, it sounded not only that she was very familiar with all kinds of pasts of me alone, but even the living environment of our entire dilapidated military village.So I shrugged my shoulders, spread my hands, and confessed; I turned over and fell back on the bed, sighed weakly to the ceiling, and said, "Just tell me what you want to do, I'm dead anyway, there's nothing to pay for .” "I'm not that gang of Zhu Bajie, why are you talking like that?" Hong Lian paused, swallowed, as if swallowing a big mouthful of unpleasantness, then forced a smile and said, "Actually, we don't know what to say." I shouldn't bother you. But there is something really important, and people who have something to do with this matter have some connections with you. So—" "So you came here to have fun with me?" Honglian glanced at me violently, two star-like flashes of light burst out from the center of her pupils, and they disappeared in a glance. There seemed to be infinite grievances, but she couldn't explain it—or she thought I couldn't understand it at all! —Anyway, she just looked at me like that, and it took her a while to continue: "I fucked you just because I wanted to fuck you; just like you fucked me because you wanted to fuck me. Fucking is just fucking anyway." , isn't it?" "That's right." I said forcefully, almost in a fit of anger.I may not think so in my heart, but whenever what I think is inconsistent with what I say, I will speak very loudly, and Dan will repeat: "You are quite right about that." But Hongren seems to have no intention of making a fuss about this term, or making any boring circles about it. Her tone is gentle and calm, and her words are very careful, like a memorized speech: "We have misunderstood you for a while. You have ulterior motives to get close to that girl from the Sun family, but later we found out that you are an outsider at all, and you don't know anything." "Then can I know: which "you" are your "you"?" I shivered, and then I grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly. Hong Lian didn't answer me right away, instead she showed a strange yet familiar expression on her face—what was strange was that this expression appeared on her face for the first time, and what was familiar was that it reminded me of that expression immediately. Xiao Wu, who was sitting next to Mrs. Peng's vegetable bed in 2010, seemed to be in a state of mind; the one was thinking about another life, envious of a state that he would never be able to become. Then, Hong Lian bit her lower lip twice without knowing how lightly and how hard, until she turned white and then flushed, flushed and then turned white, and then said: "In the future, you will know: we, we are gangsters." .It's a gangster. It's a member of the underground. It's a terrorist. We've been like that for generations and we'll never get over it." "Why are you so good at stealing my trash?" I snorted at her, and swallowed the sentence "You think I was frightened by the fuck?"Because I suddenly caught a glimpse of two brimming tears from her eye sockets—of course they were not tears of sadness or sorrow, but a kind of hard-to-tell the truth. Tears came out.I know this kind of stuff all too well—every time I discuss some academic issues with those professors in the institute who are unhappy with my writing novels, they always listen with wrinkled noses, a slight smile on their brows and eyes, As soon as I finished speaking, they were overjoyed: "Zhang Dachun! Are you writing novels again?" At that moment, this kind of thing was hidden in the corner of my eyes. But Honglian didn't let the tears fall after all, she still smiled slightly and said, "If I really steal from you, I won't let you know. I only ask you three things now: Do you know Yue Zipeng?" I shook my head . "Have Wan Defu seen that note?" I shook my head again, but couldn't help but say a few more words,! "But he and my eldest brother showed me the poem. He said he couldn't understand it after reading it for seventeen years, so he asked me to read it." Honglian nodded, walked to the side of the bed, and rubbed the hand with the red lotus tattooed on the wrist towards my face for a long time, as if reluctant to part, and then said slowly: "The first Three things: can you promise me not to mention the "Yue Zipeng insider" on that note to anyone?" "That can't be done!" I shook my head even more violently: "Being entrusted by others is a matter of loyalty. Whether it is Wandefu or my big brother, as long as they come to me again, I must say it." "What if I tell you: this will kill them?" Honglian stopped her cold hands, thought for a while, and said, "You don't want your big brother to be hit by some lamp stand one day?" When I heard this, I felt like I was hit hard on the head by the lamp stand. What does she mean?Is this a well-intentioned warning?Or a malicious threat?Could it be her, or her "they" who beat my big brother to death?Or is there really some shady underworld, violent gangs, underground society and terrorists behind this?Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through my rattling brain, and I found a gap in what she said before, and I went in and said, "Wonderful is good, my big brother is good, it's okay for them to be gangsters, I have nothing to say. But You just said stare—I also because I am Master Peng's apprentice. Could it be that Master Peng is also an underground social terrorist of the underworld gang? Is someone going to break his head and kill him?" "Your Master Peng—" Hong Lian pondered for a while before saying, "It's Yue Zipeng." Master Peng walks around with an empty bird cage every day.He is a bad old man who hangs his head, bends his waist, and bends his spine all day long, and wears a wool scarf no matter how hot the weather is.Those of us who are ordered by our parents and adults who are frugal to manage our families have no choice but to do so. The children and young men who worship him as their teachers have secretly given him the nickname "Here you go, the hero".The origin of this nickname is a strange disease of his wife Mrs. Peng. Whenever she gets sick, the consciousness of the whole person will retreat to memory, and lose contact with everything in reality.It is said that her living backwards like this is not boundless, but is methodical and leisurely going back from the age of forty bit by bit, but the rhythm is sometimes faster, going back several years a year; sometimes slower, going back several years. Not a few months.When you don't get sick, you live a day and count it as a day, which is more real than anyone else.Master Peng often quarreled with her when she was not sick, and scolded her: "The more you live, the more you will go back." Master Peng didn't know that she would actually develop this strange disease of living and returning, so naturally she didn't think it was disobedient, so she also I often scold Master Peng back: "You are the one who lives and returns!" This is the allusion of "The more you live, the more you return to the hero".In the eyes of hundreds of juniors in the village, "the more you live, the more you become a hero" is a joke.I guess: except for Sun Xiaoliu, who is skinny and cowardly, no one respects him as he calls "Master" in person.Of course, I am afraid that only Sun Xiaoliu sincerely accepts this master-apprentice account.For those of us apprentices who ask for a doctor's discount: Master Peng is a little more ridiculous than Mrs. Peng. However, when Honglian said that, I suddenly had a feeling that I couldn't laugh—even though I didn't know what Yue Zipeng was at that time.Honglian's conclusion is simple, clear, and decisive: the name Yue Zipeng has disappeared from the Jianghu for seventeen years, but Master Peng's almost useless boxer career in Shuanghe Street Caishikou has not only been for twenty or thirty years. In other words: It cannot be said that something happened seventeen years ago that caused Yue Zipeng to change his name or appearance, but that Yue Zipeng had already experienced a kind of life as early as twenty or even thirty years ago. Two-sided life; until seventeen years ago, it happened!What happened that caused the life of the side that walked in the name of Yue Zipeng to be interrupted, disappeared, and no longer known or remembered by people.The question is: Who needs to live a two-faced life?And what makes one of them never see the light of day again? "If you don't find out the details of Yue Zipeng—or your Master Peng—"Yue Zipeng knows about it" will be too dangerous a sentence." Honglian's first knot is like this. "Dangerous to whom?" "For Wandefu, your big brother, us, and you—of course, it's the same for you, Master Peng. It's dangerous for everyone." This is Honglian's second conclusion. Her third conclusion seemed familiar: "I'll sleep with you another day, huh?"