Chapter 25 Chapter 24 I remember when I was young

When I'm old - and I mean when I'm old enough not to know what it's like to have a hard dick - it'll be a long, long time before anyone asks me what my first taste of the forbidden fruit was Time to explain, but I'll start by saying this: "It's like when you know a secret that you can't tell, you always think of some way to tease people to know it." A kind of intermittent commotion that almost itch , an itch that keeps stimulating your central nervous system in a mysterious, trembling way, but does not allow you to recognize its true location; inspiring you, egging you, teasing you to relive a secret—you are too I want to confirm again, to confirm again whether it is a genuinely worthy secret.

I clearly remember that it was Gu at the end of the 1971 period of the Republic of China. I was twenty-five years old, and I could still spend half a year in the research institute. A one-year master's degree can be considered in vain.But what I really care about and only want to care about is when the red lotus will appear again.i miss her. It was an emotion that never came out of me, that I couldn't resist - I was starting to miss someone.Maybe I should be more frank: I miss her body.This nostalgia is definitely mixed with a kind of remorse about forgetting; I feel very uncomfortable-as if I have forgotten a very important secret-and at first, I always lie in bed, shut up Eyes, imagining the appearance of Honglian crawling forward again, pressing down on me.But soon, maybe only a few seconds, I can't remember her face anymore.Everything seemed very vague and uncertain.Her long hair, her skin, every part of her body that seemed fresh and full, those images would dissolve from time to time into something completely different from the original.Sometimes, Honglian's face would become Xiao Wu's face, and sometimes it would become the face of the proprietress who gave me peppers and cucumbers in the buffet restaurant, the face of Mrs. Peng, the faces of my classmates in the institute and even the university; Once it was my mother's face; the other time I sat up so frightened that I strained my abs.

It can be called a kind of panic, I kept asking myself: Will I not be able to remember her real appearance until Guren suddenly appears again next time?Could it be that my memory is so weak that I can no longer see clearly those whom I used to be so close and intimate with in a blink of an eye?Could it be that every moment I was hugging, biting, entangled, and caressing with Honglian disappeared and disappeared so easily, and never came back again?Could it be--what troubles me most--must I be so concerned about another human being? A whole week passed, and I could only do two things: I didn’t know when to wake up after falling asleep, and after waking up, I took an empty bottle of mineral water to the faucet of the water dispenser to collect water, and then took it back to the room to drink half of it , and the remaining half is like what Guren did that day, pouring water from the top of the head until the whole body is slippery and cold.

In the end, I don’t know whether it was Myanmar or Vietnam who discovered me.In short, they worked together to take me to Xinzhuang Provincial Hospital to hang a few bottles of intravenous drip.I still remember that Thailand thought that I was studying too hard, so that my nerves were exhausted, resulting in psychogenic anorexia-in fact, I wanted to commit suicide subconsciously in order to escape the deadline for submitting papers.The doctor told him: It should not be so complicated, I am just malnourished.Malaysia secretly said to me: He thought the doctor didn't understand anything, and then he blinked his right eye at me and said, "You're in love, aren't you?" I said fuck your mother.

I stayed in the provincial hospital for two days and took sixteen bottles of something like sugar water or salt water.The doctor who didn't understand anything told the overseas Chinese students in a very stern tone,!I can no longer be allowed to live alone in the dormitory. I have to be sent home and let my family take care of me for a while. Just like the time I went back to school after a fight in the tavern, I was lying in Malaysia's arms, sitting on the right side of Malaysia, Thailand patted my legs and called my name all the way, only this time Vietnam sits in the right front seat and is driving Myanmar instead of Honglian.The reason why they didn't let me sit by myself was very simple, they were afraid that I wouldn't be able to support myself.There was a big mattress under my body, and I looked like a baby-carrying this baby-like me, they drove me back to Tibet Road by slow train for an hour-I don’t know how long I haven’t been home.

That’s right, my home is the ground floor of the fourth-floor apartment facing the street at Lane 125, Xizang Road, separated from Lane 125—this alley is narrower than the usual ones where traffic can drive in the wrong direction. The street is still spacious, and the Juguang New City is opposite.I don’t know how long Juguang New City has been built. All the residents seem to have moved in. The windows are light, white and yellow. Flickering and flickering, bet that family will have astigmatism in the future.I got out of the car slowly, stepped steadily, and glanced around the environment that I couldn't completely escape no matter what, I felt like crying.Malay put his arms around my shoulders very ignorantly, and said: "It's better to go home, right?" He may be talking about his own feelings, and I responded to him: To your mother.He smiled, thinking that seeing through my thoughts was something worthy of complacency.Myanmar shouted to take care, and then, four hands from four countries stretched out from the four windows, shook them, and turned out of the alley after a while, and I could still hear them without any worries Annoyed laughter.

Standing on the red brick road, I raised my hand to touch the iron grille outside the window that was shining with white light - the person sitting under the shadow of the light inside was of course my father.Walking five steps forward, I touched the iron grille outside the window that was shining with yellow light—my mother was still in the room, and she should have fallen asleep.I suddenly hesitated, and from the depths of every bone (it can even be said to be the depths of the bone marrow), an unusually thick and strong sense of shame came up. Yes.I'm so, so shy; like I've done something absolutely shameless, terribly bad, known to the world, and I have to face it.To paraphrase the famous saying of Xu Laosan, the fiercest man in the village: "It's like the kind of embarrassing way to open the doors and windows and be caught by everyone on the road when you are in the middle of the road." Xu When the third child taught us this kind of slang, he was still a high school student, and he hadn't become a big arms dealer; "把" means to watch, and "脸dan" means to be extremely embarrassed.But we all laughed along, thinking that it was just right to grow up to look like Xu Laosan, who just happened not to be afraid of the sky and the earth.

But I'm—fifteen years old, just had my first carnal intercourse, and I'm ashamed like a child for no reason at all.It's as if the face of eight generations of our Zhangjiamen's ancestors has been lost by me.I took out the keys, and was about to insert them into the lock, when suddenly I shivered twice as if I had finished urinating in a public toilet, and then hurriedly took it back; I caught a bunch of keys in my pocket and rang loudly for an unknown period of time .When I wandered back to the window of Lane 125, I found that even the fluorescent lights in my father's room had been turned off.In that unprecedented, embarrassing night, I suddenly thought of two words: loneliness.At that moment, a soft cry came from the boundless silence and darkness all around: "Brother Zhang!"

The voice came from the depths of a porch downstairs in Juguang New City, across the alley. Just when I didn't know whether to respond, the man shouted again: "Brother Zhang, it's me—Xiao Liu." Sun Xiaoliu, a seventeen-year-old youth—a little older than Xu Laosan back then—suddenly flashed from the porch, like a black bear that haunts the Lala Mountains.Maybe it was my delusion, but in fact he didn't grow too tall or too strong; maybe he really grew up a lot, but I couldn't help but exaggerated the feeling at that moment while being shocked.In short, I was stunned for a few seconds, and before I thought about whether to walk over, he had already come over and stood in front of me, baring the door in the night.Teeth smirked at me.

He is obviously a size bigger than me, but he is still childish, and he still looks like a primary school student when he smiles.The upper body is covered with a navy blue buttoned jacket that only people who are about to die of old age would wear—obviously, it was received from some grandparent's relative, but it was in fashion.In the past two years, the Chinese style was blown, and in Paris, London, Milan, and New York, you can see fragments of Tang suits without shoulder lines, front slits, and buckles on the sides.But I dare to bet one million NT dollars, Sun Xiaoliu doesn't know this at all - just look at his lower body: it's a pair of so-called jeans bought at a street stall for 90 yuan a pair, and the real thing; The sample shrinks three inches in water, but after drying, it can no longer be hardened. The young men in the village called this kind of trousers bird pants, which means that rotten birds are not hard.Looking down, the trousers, which are too short, stop half a foot above the ankle, there are no socks where there should be socks, and a pair of bare cotton shoes is on.I looked him up and down twice, but couldn't remember what to say to him, so I pointed to his feet and said, "Or did Xiao Wu sew the shoes for you?"

Sun Xiaoliu nodded triumphantly, and said, "My sister also sewed a few pairs for Brother Zhang, and kept asking when Brother Zhang would be home, and she asked me to bring them over." I nodded too, and then I couldn't think of anything to say to him.But it is very important to me to continue talking like this, because I would rather stand on the side of the cold street for a while than pick up the key and open the door to go home.The wonderful thing is that Sun Xiaoliu didn't seem to want to leave either, and he was probably less able to chatter than I was, he hesitated for a long while, I didn't know what was wrong, and suddenly blurted out: "You It’s still like before.” I hit the torreya with my thumb and middle finger, and then said, “Have you not seen anyone for a while?” Sun Xiaoliu lowered his face as low as possible, and his nose and cheeks seemed to be smiling—the kind of smile that a child is shy and has to deal with the situation—and repeatedly scratched the back of his head vigorously with one hand, In the end, as if he had no other choice, he burst out a sentence: "There is really no way!" "What can't be done?" "I don't want to leave home either, how comfortable is it at home? But there's no way; I'll be in trouble if I don't go!" "Are you tied up by someone?" It's a topic - anyway, if he doesn't talk about it, I will just ask; as soon as I keep asking, I will think of a lot of past events.When I remembered something, I continued to ask, but I was not in a hurry to enter the door. He didn't answer me, and rubbed his cotton shoes against the red brick, following the ancient coin marks on the brick surface, turning around and around. "That year we were on the top floor here, do you still remember?" I raised my chin towards the Juguang New City behind me: "You played with the steel bars on other people's floors, and ended up bending several of them, and you even bent those steel bars. Insert it randomly in the dark, okay?" While talking, I already thought of a good idea to trick him—— "I don't remember." Sun Xiaoliu turned around to look at the roof, blinked, and said suspiciously: "Is it the night my dad beat me? I don't remember any steel bars!" "Of course you don't remember, but did you know what happened later?" I suppressed my laugh and made it up solemnly: "You just have an itchy hand, just pick up a few steel bars to bend and punch them. Pestle, but who knows? How could the plasterer who was working on the top floor think that someone was so cheap and set up a trap in the dark, but the next night, an unlucky ghost tripped and fell from the elevator hole .” "Is someone dead?" Sun Xiaoliu panicked, his eyes were as big as bells. "Fall from the twelfth floor, do you think you can still survive?" Then, I told him that four young people in their fifties and wearing youth clothes came to investigate the matter and found that the steel ring on the top floor was not In the original design, they found several "very suspicious fingerprints" very carefully, and found that the fingerprints turned out to be those of a child.Speaking of this, I deliberately put on a relaxed look, raised my hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Anyway, it's been five years, and you are no longer a child; they didn't find you at that time, now Of course there is no reason to look for you again, right?" But—as I expected—Sun Xiaoliu became more and more nervous, and kept rubbing the hem of the bird pants with his two palms hanging by his sides.Finally, as if he had made a great determination, he asked me: "Then am I still guilty?" "Manslaughter, of course you are guilty. But you were still young at that time, so you shouldn't be sentenced; at most, your father will go in and squat for a few days, and he doesn't control it well-but it still depends on whether they can catch you or not. that is." "I can't make trouble for my dad anymore, he will strangle me to death!" Sun Xiaoliu said, turning around hastily, ran to the stone steps in front of the porch of the opposite building, sat down, stood up, sat down again, Covering her face with her hands, she inserted her ten fingers deep into her hair.I continued to step forward to the strategy I set up, and continued: "Strange! Didn't you tell me before: You can be "unable to be found" by people, so why worry about people not being able to find you?" "I don't care." "Sun Xiaoliu still had a worried face, wrapped his arms around his knees, covered his nose and mouth, and his voice seemed to come from his crotch: "But I can't trouble my parents anymore, I'm already too bad ,so terrible." "You mean you're going to run away from home every now and then, as if you're dead?" I locked his words, and at the same time sat down on the stone steps beside him, lowering my voice: "There really is no one Do you know where you went?" But Sun Xiaoliu stopped talking, and buried his head in his arms again, just like what we used to do when we were kids—smelling our own fart.I asked another question, and temporarily came up with a way to trick him into telling the truth: "If you are willing to tell Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang may still have a way to save you; if you try to pretend to be dumb, how many times will you I'll tell you that I can't help you when I think of you again someday when I'm wearing youth clothes." "What did Brother Zhang want me to say?" Sun Xiaoliu said to his own dick with his head still buried in his face. "First, you are fooling around outside, did you let anyone know?" "You can say yes, or you can say no." Sun Xiaoliu said: "I don't know at home, but outside——Brother Zhang, you also know: No matter what you do, you can't do it alone!" "Then where are you from? "Blood Alliance"? "Blood Flag"? "Flying Eagle"? Or "Bamboo Union"?" "No, no, no! Brother Zhang, I'm not that kind; I'm learning a craft; my master forbids me to be that kind of person, Brother Zhang, you're making a mistake." "Okay. Let me ask you the second question. If you are learning a craft, why do you only learn it once every five years? You have to learn it for so long, and you still don't contact your family? You've done it a few times, maybe three times?" "Four times." Sun Xiaoliu murmured, "I just got home this time, and I haven't entered yet." Next, I asked him what skills he learned?Who do you learn from?Where do you study?How much did you learn? ...He didn't answer anything, as if he had fallen asleep in his arms.I had no choice but to resort to my trump card: "I forgot to tell you, those four guys went to your master." As soon as he heard Master Peng, he really panicked - his neck straightened up, his eyes went straight out, and he was dumbfounded.Anyway, I was too tired to go home, so I just couldn't control it and continued to write: "The old man came to me and asked me to find out who you have been working under all these years. If you don't tell me today, tomorrow he will still I want to ask you this; you might as well tell me, and I can give you an idea." This trick seems to have worked a little bit.Sun Xiaoliu sighed, blinked his eyelids a few times, and said, "I'm very embarrassed, Brother Zhang, you don't know, that's why it's only a few streets away, but I haven't seen Master for several years." Having said this, he stopped again, and after maybe several minutes, he lowered his eyes twice, and actually blinked a few tears. At first, there were only a few drops, which shone brightly under the reflection of a mercury street lamp in the distance.The next thing was terrible, the faucet opened the gate, tears streamed down the face, unable to control the situation. Frankly speaking: I didn't expect a stupid and cowardly bastard like Sun Xiaoliu to have such a big grievance.It seems to me that a cry—even that of a baby or an animal—should have a solemn meaning; A situation in which it can be disengaged quickly.When people give up their intellectual activities even temporarily because of the crying of others, they go beyond the general intelligence. This is the solemn meaning of crying in my opinion.But when Sun Xiaoliu was crying like that, I felt almost taken aback, as if seeing a strange stone with white hair or a strange chicken with four legs was purely out of an abrupt and unacceptable , ignorance of physical properties.At that moment, I realized that I didn't know Sun Xiaoliu at all. "I'm not as good at reading as you, Brother Zhang, and know a lot of things. I have no choice but to let them do what they want; I will do whatever they want me to do. You know Brother Zhang, this is me. Kind of person, whoever wants to do what I have to do. I can't do anything, I can do anything..." Just when I was about to ask him: Who are "they"?And at the moment when "they" asked him to "do what", a car with high-beam headlights drove over from the direction of Youth Park, and when it was about to pass in front of us, the car slammed into a brake, the body of the car swayed, blocking The entire avenue is a passage from south to north.Almost at the same moment, the front, rear, left, and right doors opened wide, and four figures in their fifties and youth clothes sprang out of the car.That’s right, those Zhu Bajie who went to my dormitory to make trouble—the real mother said that Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here—for a while, I didn’t even remember that I made up a strange article a few days ago to make them feel wronged. On the contrary—very strangely—I fell into the lie I just spun; that is, when the four Zhubajie factory stations stopped, I thought they were actually coming for Sun Xiaoliu.So, I, who can be called "I don't know how to decline", actually bumped Sun Xiaoliu's waist with my elbow, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry! They said ghosts are here; they really came to look for you." But Zhu Bajie, who was driving the car, waved at me—palm down, back of hand up, five fingers together, swipe the air twice, and said like a dog: "Come here!" "Call me?" I glanced at Sun Xiaoliu who was wiping away tears, and when I remembered the lie I told, my heart turned cold, and I continued to say, "Is there a mistake?" Of course they didn't make a mistake—they are the kind of people who can correct their mistakes and correct them even if they make a mistake—the one on the right side of the car went around the rear of the car with a kind of pinch nose drag similar to that of a stage actor Shout my name in a long voice: "Zhang—Da—chun—" At the same time, the one who got off the right front seat took out a pair of shiny, bright stainless steel handcuffs from the back waist or the back lining of the jacket, and the handcuffs were issued as if to intimidate someone first. The sound of icy impact. Then, the fourth Zhu Bajie, who was closest to us, crossed his arms and said slowly: "What is under the "Datong Enlightenment"? What is the "secret acquisition"? What else is there?" What kind of tricks are you playing? If you don’t figure it out today, the rest of us are fucking pigs, eight, and quit!” If it weren't for the handcuffs that looked so scary, I could have replied immediately: "You are already Zhu Bajie!" But if it was anyone else, in the situation at the time; Spread your hands calmly, innocently, and naively: "Is this how you bully the common people?" At this moment, Sun Xiaoliu, who had already stood up beside me, patted the ashes on the back of the bird pants, stepped down the steps, and said in response: "It's actually none of Zhang's business, it's all about me. I did it by myself." At this point, he stopped, looked back at me, and said, "Brother Zhang! One person does things and one person is responsible. Since I have harmed others, I should admit it; otherwise, even if I escape to the ends of the earth Be down-to-earth. Please tell my parents and my sister that it’s a big deal to go in and squat for a while—it’s good to squat for a while, so that those people don’t come to trouble me again.” The voice of the last two sentences suddenly became much lower, As if muttering to himself.But I understood it as soon as I heard it: he thought these Zhu Bajie were here for him——in my random story, when Sun Xiao was sixty-two years old, he missed playing with a steel bar and caused a plasterer to fall off the 12th floor ——At this moment, Sun Xiaoliu is walking into the fictional story like a righteous knight-errant. Before I could argue, Zhu Bajie, who was driving, raised his hand first, blocked Sun Xiaoliu's path, and at the same time glared at me, saying, "What's going on here? Where did this little cunt come from?" ——Before he finished speaking, his chin tilted, as if to signal the man holding the handcuffs to attack me.Just as the handcuffed man was brushing against him, Sun Xiaoliu stretched out his left hand to the side suddenly, and buckled his right hand backwards, twisting the arm of the driving Zhu Bajie blocking him into a twist, but the face "touched" "The sound hit the window glass.The man with the handcuffs was within an inch of grabbing my shoulders, but he missed, and his figure seemed to be torn down by a puddle of oil under his feet-feet in front, head in back, body straight and straight. In the air, Sun Xiaoliu's long and slender left arm was stretched across his chest. This left arm was like a pole in the hands of those acrobatic troupe jugglers. As soon as he circled around, the man spun a big wheel. All this was just a snap of the fingers, and at the same moment, Sun Xiaoliu yelled: "Don't touch my Brother Zhang!" The two Zhu Bajie fell unconscious—a pool of blood the size of a palm fell on the left front window of the car, A pair of handcuffs were thrown on the ground beside the front of the car, and the two Zhu Bajie didn't make a sound, and lay side by side on the ground almost as if they had made a deal. At this time, the other two had also rushed to the right side of me and Sun Xiaoliu, and the one who called my name like a singer earlier took out a black and shiny thing from behind his buttocks. ——When I saw clearly that it was a pistol, the pistol had already flown into the mid-air of the third floor, and the spinning wheel-shaped flower shadow fell down.Then I noticed: His palm seemed to be disconnected from the wrist bone; it was hanging by a thin layer of skin. The remaining Zhu Bajie, who had just told me the tongue twister "What juice?" hurried back a few steps, and stood on the red brick road across the alley—to be more precise: standing outside the room where my father slept.He leaned on the wall with his hands back, and was illuminated by his own car lights, his eyes squeezed into gamecocks, his nose and mouth were twisted and crooked, and after about five seconds, his body slid down and he fell to a sitting position. On the ground, not moving a bit.The one whose palm was kicked off said to us quickly: "No! He has epilepsy, he has to pry his jaw open quickly; otherwise he will chew his tongue. You have to do me a favor--" said , the man had already run forward, stretched out his unbroken left hand into the mouth of the epileptic, only to be bitten hard with a "crack", which made everything messed up.I couldn't control that much, so I bent over to pick up the pair of handcuffs on the ground, threw them as far away as I could, and went to pick up the pistol by the drainage grating about a dozen feet away.By the time I put the gun into the grate hole, Sun Xiaoliu had already lifted the chin of the biting patient with his hands, and he saved Zhu Bajie's left hand.Without waiting for anyone to open his mouth, he turned back and pushed the car that had been crossed in the middle of the alley only lightly, and the car pulled over to the side—but Zhu Bajie originally drove from south to north, and this time it stopped towards the west. Occupies the opposite lane.Sun Xiaoliu obviously couldn't control that much, he let out a long breath, and said to Zhu Bajie, "I told you that it's none of Brother Zhang's business, but you didn't listen; it's fine now, and it's none of my business." Go in the direction of Shuanghe Street and Qingnian Park.Naturally, I couldn't stay, so I had to rush forward, reluctantly walking side by side with him, and at the same time asked in a low voice, "Where are we going? We." "It will be safe when we arrive at Youth Park." Sun Xiaoliu's footsteps became faster and faster, so fast that I could barely see his left and right legs—the amazing thing is that I didn't lag behind; I can even say: I walked just like him quick.However, it is impossible for me to walk so fast—just when my doubts deepened, I suddenly realized that my two legs had never touched the ground at all; It was all because of Sun Xiaoliu's right palm: it pressed straight on my spine.In other words: he sucked me all the way south with the palm of his hand.In my opinion, it only took 20 seconds to walk from the alleyway of the dilapidated apartment in the fourth building of Fuhua New Village on Tibet Road to the small side entrance of Youth Park.I haven't had time to tell him my extremely complicated feelings at that time - for example: surprise, terror, excitement, nervousness, awe...and others; On the other side of the short concrete wall, he said in a muffled voice: "Brother Zhang! Do you remember when we were young—no, no, no, I mean when I was very young?" "How?" I followed his example by dodging to the right and dodging to the left. When I dodged into the second concrete wall, I touched my nose with cement, and burst into tears. "When I was young, the Youth Park was still a golf course. We couldn't get in, so we had to go to the Botanical Garden and walk a long way. Once we went there by bicycle, and the guard caught us and got our fingerprints; the guard also said: From then on, we all have criminal records." "Yeah." I pinched my nose, nodded, and said, "Go to hell, what kind of bullshit record is it, it's all bluffing." "I always remember what happened when I was a child." Sun Xiaoliu slowed down, but he seemed to know where he was going and what he was going to do, so he suddenly took ten steps to the right, and suddenly moved forward eight steps , and then turned to the left and walked five steps, poking the toes towards the soil ground from time to time, and then continued to stride forward, not forgetting to continue saying: "If I can, I really hope that I will not grow up one day. " Then, he asked me if I remembered telling him in the gazebo of the botanical garden that there was a gangster buried under the stone slabs of the pavilion, and I said yes.He asked me again if I remembered giving his sister an emerald hairpin, I hesitated and said yes.He asked me again if I remembered that he, Xiao Wu and I played house wine when we were younger; I played the role of father and Xiao Wu played the role of mother, but he was our child.This, I will not say I remember anyway, so I shook my head violently a few times. "On the contrary, I remember those things, but I remember them very clearly. My dad said that I only remember things in my mind that are more useless than garbage. But—" As he was talking, Sun Xiaoliu squatted down and took a children's playground The concrete stake on the ground was uprooted—the kind of thick and thin bowl mouth, the upper half of which was deliberately painted in the color of the trunk, and the upper half was pretended to be cut off, leaving only half of the tree stump.I heard that this kind of pier is a park facility specially designed to train children's sense of balance, but over the years I have never seen any child with a normal mind willing to stand on that pier or take half a step.Sun Xiaoliu pulled one out, poked a few handfuls into the hole with the other hand, and threw it on the ground.I took a closer look and realized it was a lot of pine cones.Sun Xiaoliu didn't stop, he pulled out another one, and naturally dug out a large pile of pine cones, and continued, "But I always felt that everything was good and interesting when I was young. I didn't study; Brother Zhang, so I don't know what to do." I will say it. But Brother Zhang must understand what I mean. When I was a child, there was nothing? Nothing—" "No worries? No worries?" "Yes, carefree." While speaking, Sun Xiaoliu had planted all the six cement stumps back into the original hole, while counting the scattered pine cones.I finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "What is this? Pine cones? Are we going to spend the winter in this park?" "Almost." Sun Xiaoliu didn't even look at me. He took out a metal plate as big as a pocket watch from the pocket of his trousers. After reciting the incantations such as Guangchuan Qiankun Zhenxun, he stood up, walked seven steps carefully towards the left front, and put a pine cone in his hand.Then, his movements gradually accelerated; he walked five times in different directions from the position where he was standing, and then walked back to the original point.Each trip ranges from nine to eighteen steps, and a pine cone is placed every few steps.At this time, I noticed that every time he returned to the origin and started again, he would turn at an angle of 45 degrees or 90 degrees; and each pine cone was pointing down and the handle was facing up, which seemed to be released lightly. In fact, no matter where it hits the asphalt road, or the grass on the soil slope, or the red brick mosaic, the pine cone seems to be stuck in a piece of tofu or jelly, and can no longer shake.When I counted to the twenty-sixth or twenty-seventh pine cone, I couldn't keep up anymore. He was just like a ghost shadow captured by a fast camera in a movie. After turning around, it made me dizzy, and I almost spit out the sugar water and saline that the gang in the doctor injected into my body with a drip needle two days ago—— Sun Xiaoliu stopped suddenly, stood straight in front of me, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and said with a wry smile: "This formation is a little more complicated, and it won't work after a while; so we must move quickly." "Array?" I froze for a moment, as if I was about to think of someone or something, but everything in his words was too weird and bizarre, I didn't think of anything, I just thought I heard it wrong—Array?I can't see any difference in the flowers, plants, stones and trees in the Youth Park.The half-dead trees were still shaking their leaves in the wind, and the mercury lamps, which were shining green and white due to poor contact, were still brightly lit.Where did it come from? At this moment, Sun Xiaoliu was squatting on a concrete tree stump, curled up like a Taiwanese macaque in fear of the cold, twirling around, looking around for a few times in all directions, and said: "No one can find us now. Don't believe it." Brother Zhang, step back ten steps and see where I am?" I couldn't understand what he said at all, but according to the words, I took ten steps back—actually less than ten steps—to the fifth or sixth steps, my eyes dimmed, and I felt that everything in front of me was gone. It’s gone; the tall and low concrete tree stumps are gone, and even the rope ladder for children to climb, the fence, the tree house-like observation deck, the swings and seesaws, the swivel chairs and the public toilets in the distance... are also gone. All are gone, replaced by a row of three-storey tall, neatly manicured pine trees—the kind that were planted around the golf course nearly twenty years ago, when the Youth Park was not yet developed. pine.I rubbed my eyelids, and continued to back up to the tenth step—maybe a few feet more, the scene was still the same: within a radius of nearly a hundred meters, there were green grass and pines, but in the night, there were patches of different shades of dark color.As for a hundred meters away, you can vaguely see the whitened luster of mercury lamps, the tall barbed wire fence beside the baseball practice field, two gazebos and a white painted bench in imitation of European style.I couldn't help but "Hey" and shouted, "Xiao Liu? Where are you?" Sun Xiaoliu responded, "Here." He was obviously still there, perhaps on a concrete stump twenty feet in front of me.According to the vision remaining on my eyelids, he should still maintain the squatting posture like a Taiwanese macaque as before, but I can't see him.But I heard him go on to say: "Go back the same way." "No, there are trees blocking it, so I can't get through." Indeed, a dense row of pine trees stands six to eight feet away, with jagged branches and dense needles. What is it if it is not a pine tree?However, Sun Xiaoliu called from "inside" a tree trunk without hesitation: "Brother Zhang, come here!" At that moment, a beam of white light swept across the bushes in front of me. The light source came from behind me. When I turned my head, I saw two figures and a flashlight emitting a dazzling light approaching me.Without even daring to think about it, I rushed forward and closed my eyes instinctively when I almost hit a pine tree—but I didn’t hit anything——Sun Xiaoliu, the concrete stump, Rope ladders, fences, watchtowers...all the real scenes that disappeared for a moment reappeared intact.At this moment, Sun Xiaoliu stretched out an index finger to his lips; of course I didn't dare to make a sound, and let the beam of light sweep away from me.The strange thing is: the two people got closer and closer, but they didn't seem to notice us at all.Then I saw clearly that the one with the flashlight was the policeman on the night watch in Youth Park, and the one next to him was Zhu Bajie with a broken metacarpal bone. "There is clearly a figure, sir." The garrison said. "Nonsense!" Zhu Bajie said. “而且还有人讲话的，长官。” “我没听见吗？废话！” “跑到哪里去了呢？” “你问我我还问你呢。” 他们一面说着，一面朝棒球场的方向寻去。我转头看一眼孙小六，他轻轻晃着身体，是那种应和着某种旋律柔和、又节奏明快的音乐而摇晃的架式；一、二、一、二。有如吉特巴舞曲——〈在老橡树上绑一条黄丝带〉——是的，碰、恰、碰、恰……我跟着晃起来，悄悄哼起我所熟悉的歌曲。越哼越大声、越哼越嘹亮，最后我索性放开喉咙唱了起来。 在我开始意识到这天夜里的经历有多么神奇——以及一九八二年台湾流行的文学术语：“魔幻”——之前，我是如此如此地享受着有生以来第一次眞正体验到的自由，一种前所未有的逃脱、前所未有的解放、百分之百的躲藏。试想：一个力图逮捕你的猪八戒近在咫尺之内，对你居然视而不见；整个世界居然对你视而不见，爱你的人恨你的人知道你的人漠视你的人想念你的人讨厌你的人总之对你视而不见。这是多么美妙的一个境界！ 我一遍又一遍地环视公园里这个被大家名之以儿童游乐区的地方，最后禁不住像个小孩子那样兴奋地原地绕起圈子来，一圈又一圈、一圈又一圈，终于——可能是由于双腿酸软无力或耳轮深处那套司平衡的半规管失去了作用——我仆跌在地，喘息着，口鼻因吸入大量的泥沙而呛咳不止。但是听在外人的耳中，那呛咳的声音，应该是非常非常快乐的笑声。孙小六也和我一样，快乐地笑了起来。