Chapter 33 Chapter 32 Escape

At this moment my life forked another path. Xiao Wu obviously dressed up on purpose, wearing a half-black, half-purple long skirt of the color of jujube paste, her two braids were long and thick, and the knots were tied with two ribbons of the same color as the skirt There is a big bow tie, and there is a slight redness on the cheeks—I don’t know if it’s because of the rouge or something; the long eyes are about to drip water in the blink of an eye, and after only two blinks, the smile on the lips surfaced : "Long time no see." Frankly speaking: It shouldn’t be, but I couldn’t help but just like that, I didn’t say hello back, but I thought of Guren first—and she was sitting on the floor of the dormitory with her legs crossed and washing her head and face with mineral water And the appearance of the body - this thought flashed, and it made Xiao Wu look a little more rustic; I don't know exactly, but there is a little bit of you who say you are innocent, innocent, or stupid Rustic.

"Your father isn't there?" Xu Laosan stood up with a "swipe" sound when he saw the person coming, and hurried towards the inner room (we call it the storage room), while hurriedly fumbling into the pocket of the windbreaker for a handful of things that only the jailer had. To have so many keys. "Get out of the car and go to Tainan." Xiao Wu said, her eyes never leaving my face, as if she couldn't see what kind of good things I did in the long period of time before I met her.The moment Xu Laosan opened the door with a "click", she lowered her voice, wrinkled her nose almost in the way of lips, and said to me with a smile: "It's thin."

What I was thinking about was something completely different—how did I ever have such a strong or strong interest in such a girl before, and even before, before?If you look at it purely from the current intuition, Xiao Wu is not a person of my era at all—you can definitely say that she is a product of Hu Shizhi or Shen Sanbai’s era, and she will obviously belong to that from birth to old age era.It's strange why I wanted to visit her body so passionately many years ago?Is it purely hormonal?What's also strange is that after the hormonal igniting of the emotion is extinguished, I actually have no ability to resist Xiao Wu's smile.Her innocent, innocent, goofy smile just made me feel ashamed and anxious, as if I had done something I shouldn't have done—or vice versa—and reminded me that I hadn't done what I should have done.This feeling of being sorry for others will make me want to escape further, as if the only way to solve everything that has happened is to pierce the guilt or guilt deeper, bigger, and more irreparable.I nodded coldly and said nothing.I guess she must also feel a little embarrassed; her smile was still barely hanging, she twisted her neck and looked around the room, saying: "It's been so many years since I moved in, this is the first time I've come in—huh? And Echo!"

Xu Laosan came out from the storage room at this time, picked up a large suitcase, and put it heavily on the desk. The lid of the suitcase popped up, and the contents inside were clearly visible. My scalp felt numb all of a sudden. blurted out a "wow" - Inside was what looked like a pocket Bible, a hardbound booklet in black leather with three openings dyed red.Next to it is a shiny silver pistol; the handle of the gun has been specially treated, and it is inlaid with a mahogany or walnut handguard. The wood is smooth and has a hard texture.Underneath the gun and the little black book was a soft navy blue package, and it seemed that there were quite a few things inside.Xu Laosan reached out to the bottom of the package and took out a large piece of women's corset, and threw it to me without raising his head, and said at the same time: "From now on, wear it for me at any time, and you are not allowed to take it off even when you take a bath."

Xu Laosan spoke very decisively, as if I had to take off the clothes on my body and put on the vest in that second.Reluctantly, I stripped off the upper half of my clothes to watch him continue to count the contents of the box like a watchmaker-he took the little black book and several packs of marching rations, a compass, two flashlights, a bundle of nylon rope, Three sleeping bags and a canvas pouch similar to a utility bag were all stuffed into the navy blue package and thrown to Sun Xiaoliu.During this time, Xiao Wu came forward and helped me button the vest.From time to time, her fingers would rub against my back and arms—it was one of the coldest things I've ever touched in my life, and it gave me goosebumps, which made her voice so cold. Li: "Have you heard Mrs. Peng tell a story?"

"What?" I didn't realize it for a while, and hurriedly put on my shirt and jacket. "Didn't you go to Mrs. Peng's house to take a bath?" Xiao Wu continued in a soft voice, straightening my collar and hem for me, as if I really belonged to her: "What did she say today?" There is no story—did you tell about the little boy who taught her that she will never forget it for the rest of her life? That is Mrs. Peng's first love!" "What kind of lover is that?" I gave her a casual glance, turned away, and suddenly felt an urge to tell her: I not only know the story of that little bald Ouyang Kunlun, but also slept with his daughter .But the thought flickered for a moment—like a sudden earthquake—and stopped and disappeared.At this moment, I seem to have returned to the dormitory a few days ago, seeing myself sleeping like a lunatic, taking a cold shower, and missing a hot and beautiful body.Most frustrating of all: I've known all along and won't admit it, that all I can miss is a hot, beautiful body - I just don't have the capacity to miss more, deeper, bigger or bigger. The real thing.To disguise this, I had to do my best to listen to the echoes of "What kind of lover is that" floating from the walls of the office.I guess: a long, long time later, when Honglian explained to me what my so-called love is, the reason why I burst into tears like that is definitely related to the night when I started to escape!The almost indifferent and rough way I treated Xiao Wu that night was entirely due to my emotional ignorance, incompetence and fear of this ignorance and incompetence.

Xiao Wu fell silent from this moment on, as if to avoid causing me to choke her with words, she stopped looking for words to chat with me, and said what she had to say in the most concise and short rhetoric, like a hard-working Capable robot.For a brief moment, I thought she was throwing a tantrum—and that's clearly my petulance, too. Xu Laosan finally took the wooden handle and silver barrel, shook it in front of Xiao Wu, and said, "I guess you don't need this." On the way, he said to Sun Xiaoliu, "You can't go to the west, there are new gnats there; if you go to the east, you have to avoid the southeast seafood shop at the intersection of Tingzhou Road and Sanyuan Street. That shop is a small shop. Pi Po's eyeliner is open, and it is too dangerous to "enter the bamboo forest" as soon as you go south to Kanding. If it were me, I would ask Lao Guang, who sells roast meat at the South Airport Apartment, to drive a car to the train station. Just buy two tickets going south to Taichung or Tainan, then get off at Zhongli, then take a taxi to Pingzhen, and then change to a taxi when you arrive at Pingzhen. In short, the more frequently you change, the safer you are, understand? Xiao Wu will call the public phone to come here again—not at home, but here. Remember.”

"Why am I going to Pingzhen?" I took a few steps back: "I have to go back to school, the school should be free of these ghosts and ghosts—hey! I still have papers to catch up!" Xu Laosan didn't seem to understand what "catch papers" meant. He blinked twice, turned his head and made a gesture with Xiao Wu, which meant that there was something wrong with my head, and said at the same time: "I think you should go and catch up." Let's go train." The next few details—perhaps because of the lapse of years, or because I was too busy and frightened at the time—I don't remember clearly.All in all, in a nutshell: the roasted meat seller Lao Guang drove us to the train station, and all subsequent itineraries seemed to be according to the verbal instructions of Xu Laosan; we caught the last train going south on the Juguang, and got off at Zhongli. I did not know how many taxi calls, and finally found such a dilapidated house on a raised platform in the middle of a large tea garden—it is actually the middle of sixteen Tutiancuo houses arranged in an "H" shape. There are six families facing south and north on the left and right sides of the "H", and the middle horizontal line is four houses facing east and west, with courtyards at the front and back.The house we settled in is on the side of the horizontal line facing east from west. The house number is marked "No. 7, Lane 1, Meiman Xincheng, Longtan Township, Taoyuan County". The building is divided into two floors. There is no water or electricity. spiders, bats the size of fists, a few plastic chairs, and an old dresser apparently found in a junkyard; The moon through the back window.

As soon as Sun Xiaoliu entered the room, he took out a flashlight from the package and went upstairs to look around.Xiao Wu found a broken bicycle from the backyard and pushed it all the way to the front yard, saying that he was looking for a public phone. I stood alone by the east-facing French windows for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly I had a feeling of déjà vu.At that time, I didn't know that for the next ten months, I would have to hide in such a dilapidated house that could only shelter from the wind and rain; The 100,000-word master's thesis "The Literary Environment of the Western Han Dynasty", let alone know that "No. 7, Lane 1, Meiman Xincheng" will be the only place where I can sleep peacefully for countless years to come.However, on the first night when I first arrived, the taste that I was not unfamiliar with everything around me was indeed very fascinating-maybe it was the darkness, new dirt, and even the thick and pungent stench that aroused me. As a mouse instinct or intuition, I realized almost instantly the cliche of "settling body and mind" that people often say.I still remember: Leaning on the French window, the darkness around me gradually faded, and some silhouettes emerged——

The wall should have been painted with a layer of cement paint, but it is not known whether because of the seepage of a lot of rainwater, or because the people who lived here were too lazy to repair the water pipes, a large piece of the original paint was peeled off, so the side walls on the north and south sides They are all mottled, mildewed, etched and dyed into a large piece, a large piece that looks like the imprint of the whole world map; it is also the kind of thing that people call "wall cancer"?When my eyesight got used to it, I found mushroom-like plants growing in the triangular area below the stairs. Looking along the large and small umbrella-shaped mushrooms, it led to a space that was probably a kitchen.If I moved a foot or two to the left from where I was standing, I might be able to see better—at least with the help of the moonlight slanting in through the room, I would be able to make out the sink and possibly the stove. The location of such furnishings.But I didn't move.What a perfect moment this is—after living for twenty-five years, it’s the first time I have the feeling of coming to a home that belongs to me—I can even say: After digging or discovering a burrow, the mouse will enjoy the touch quietly.

If I were to tell the story of my fleeing life in the next ten months, I should use this dilapidated house that made me "settled physically and mentally" as a medium.It—my paradise—offered a cave where I could spy on terrorists, out of the grasp of any underworld power. As people say: "There are no years in the mountains/I don't know the years at the end of the cold", I have experienced almost all the seasons in "No. 7, Lane 1, Meiman Xincheng", but the time seems to be meaningless; I can't follow the scale of time series To illustrate everything that happened during that period—the calendar or the watch do not recall my complete memory.I must, therefore, go in a different manner; and I thought it more fitting that I should guide some imaginary tourist about the place, like a zealous host who cannot help showing off the details of his mansion. In the front yard of this dilapidated house, there are a mountain cherry, several Christmas whites, and a clump of bamboo—later Xiaowu also replanted a border of shrimp flowers and two rows of evening flowers.Xiao Wu came every Saturday or Sunday and brought enough rations for a week.She only comes and stays for a day, and then leaves when it gets dark, and we always sit on a bench in this front yard, talking nonsense.In the absence of any accidents, except for this day, I was lying in front of the broken mirror of the dressing table to write my thesis. It was an ugly but very sticky long bench with peeling red lacquer. It was said to be the so-called "ship-breaking furniture" and it was obtained from a friend of Mr. Xu who specialized in ship-breaking and came to Taiwan for dismantling.Xiaowu and I had our feet facing each other, and when we were lying flat on the benches and watching the clouds drifting over the yard, Xiaowu told me a lot about her past—those things happened in Fuhua New Village, just a stone’s throw away from my home It's far away, but I don't know anything about it, and it sounds like a very strange story that happened in a fairy tale "a long, long time ago".For example: I asked her why Xu Laosan thought she could "protect me".She said she has kung fu.I said where did I learn Kung Fu.She said that her grandfather taught her when she was a child.I said why I don't know.She said that even her father and grandson Tiger didn't know much about it.I said, have they ever learned so big, one, two, three, and four?She said that grandpa thought they were bad-tempered and didn't teach them.I said, do you want to teach me a few hands, so that I can protect myself.She said you have a bad temper and don't teach.But when lying on that long bench and watching the white clouds of cotton flit over the top of the head high and low, this kind of casual conversation is not only without the slightest weight, but it is easy to produce a phantom-like feeling. unrealistic imagination.In the future, when I think about it alone, I will use the blue sky and white clouds as the curtain, and in that large clear sky, there will be a wonderful scene of an old man teaching a little girl to practice martial arts-I still can't be sure: the fairy tale Did Xiao Wu describe such a spectacle, or did it come from my imagination? Under the eaves on the inside of the long bench is the place where Sun Xiaoliu meditates twice a day and at night. The ground is paved with red steel bricks. , After sitting for four times - all the red steel bricks turned into powder crumbs the size of rock sugar grains.After Sun Xiaoliu finished meditating, he usually pulled out the belt around his waist and shook it a few times. The belt became stiff and stiff like a lustful dick, except for the handshake part, which looked like a sword.Sun Xiaoliu told me that it was called the Soft Steel Knife, which was handed down to him by Sun Tiger after he went missing for the third time and returned home.Sun Xiaoliu once used this soft steel knife in the tea garden to repel two old guys who came all the way from Taipei to follow him - this happened during the old calendar year. We guessed later: those two old fellows most likely had their eyes on Sun Xiaoliu as early as late December.At that time, the water and electricity had just been connected, and I decided to officially start writing and continue to write my master's thesis, which still has more than 90% unfinished.But all the reference books, data cards, notes... are in the dormitory of the school. In order to avoid revealing his possessions on the way back and forth, Sun Xiaoliu argued that I made a few trips and brought back more than a dozen boxes of books—he dared not directly When moving to No. 7, Lane 1, Meiman New City, they always temporarily store it in a warehouse in the tea garden for a day or two. On a typical Spring Festival morning when soaring cannons could be heard whizzing past, Sun Xiaoliu jumped in from the wall with a box of books on his shoulder, and urged me: close the doors and windows, don’t go in and out at will, and don’t face outside Probe into the brain.When I said this, I noticed that the waist of his bird pants was wet; I realized afterwards that it was the blood on the belt of the mild steel knife.We hurriedly hid in the house, and he said that he suspected that someone had been watching him a few days ago, because the books that had been moved into the tea garden warehouse in recent times had traces of being turned by hands.I said how can you tell, he said that when he packed and shipped the books from my dormitory, he secretly marked them.What mark do I say.He said that a book with more strokes in the author's surname must be placed next to a book with fewer strokes in the author's surname. The cover of the former faces the left, and the cover of the latter faces the right, so that it can be seen when people move it.One or two times before, when he went to the tea-warehouse to count and transfer them back, he thought he had misplaced a few copies carelessly, but he couldn't help but become suspicious. This time when he went to move the two boxes at night, he discovered Two old men in their 70s and 80s looked through my reference books one by one in the warehouse, as if they were trying to find something. "Old man?" My first thought was Wandefu and my big brother. "Yeah." Sun Xiaoliu wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out the compass from the navy blue package that Xu Laosan gave him, glanced at his watch, made some calculations with his fingers, then rushed into the backyard and groped in the grass for a long time , and then lightly opened the front door of the house, and placed something unknown on the ground in the east and west of the front yard. "Are you setting up again?" I asked him through the window. Sun Xiaoliu nodded to me, and made a gesture of silence, and from time to time counted the steps under his feet against the compass in the pair's hands.After about ten minutes, I took three steps back obliquely, two steps horizontally to the right, then bent my waist and bent my knees and took seven steps backwards like a dwarf—just backed to the door of the house, and placed another piece of wood there. Something; this time I saw it clearly, it was a green and unripe chayote. Sun Xiaoliu immediately retreated into the room and closed the door. After three to five seconds, the scene in the courtyard from what I saw was suddenly different—the original mountain cherry, Christmas white and bamboo were all changed. A whole row of one or two-meter-high aunts and vines——, and chayote vines covered the entire floor-to-ceiling windows in the blink of an eye, completely blocking the skylight that had just entered the house. well.Sun Xiaoliu then told me with some complacency: This is using local materials, and I have to use what I have to form a ground formation.Just like the Heavenly Dungeon Formation that was placed in the Youth Park last time, it must be moved at any time, and it can last for several months if it is well adjusted. "If you look from the tea garden outside, you can only see a large shed of chayote and taro leaves, and even the house is gone." Sun Xiaoliu grinned and said, "It's called such a tight formation." Fun." "But don't the neighbors around here find it strange? Our house suddenly disappeared—" "I've already counted in it, Brother Zhang." Sun Xiaoliu smiled even more proudly: "This time we sit west and face east, and we are facing the same direction as the three families on our right. From the perspective of these three families, the original house There is nothing unusual. The six families on the left facing south and north could only see the front and back yards of our family from the back window, but our front yard has bamboo growing, and it is just dead green in the morning and evening; the back yard has no image. So you won’t see a big difference. On the far right, between the six houses facing south and us—! There are three houses with their backs facing each other. Who would notice the house in our front yard? What's different? This formation is completely deceptive if you look at it from the tea garden directly opposite, and people think that our house is completely deserted. Not to mention people, even mice won't come to live there." "Isn't that more eye-catching?" I sighed, and said, "Also, if our neighbors come to the tea garden and look west, it won't be very strange to find that the appearance of our family has changed. ?" Sun Xiaoliu thought for a while, scratched the back of his head twice, and murmured: "Shouldn't it be?" "Why not?" "Don't you think no one in this world pays attention to their neighbors?" According to my memory, this was the first time Sun Xiaoliu refuted my opinion.Only later did he discover that he had believed so firmly that the world had been accidentally organized by people who were completely incapable of caring for each other.I can boldly speculate that the reason why he thinks this way is most likely because he has been captured by strangers since he was a child and taken to a strange place to be imprisoned to learn crafts.This familiar and familiar experience in life gradually convinced him that there is no constant and profound relationship between people, and there is not even any strong curiosity and concern—when he said: "You Don’t you think people in this world don’t pay attention to their neighbors at all?” When I said this, I was almost shocked by the seventeen-year-old boy—because he said it so lightly and casually Ordinary, and so in line with the perception and conclusions of a mouse like me about the whole world. Sun Xiaoliu didn't seem to understand the impact his words had on me. What he cared about was another level of reality: "Only those who want to find us will pay attention to the appearance of this house. If they don't know where I am, They won’t come to investigate if they’ve set up a formation, and if they know there’s a formation here, they won’t suddenly come in and kill—” "why?" "It's because of what you said, brother Zhang: it's too eye-catching." Sun Xiaoliu folded his arms around his chest, and continued confidently: "This is the most powerful formation of "Grandpa Gauze". Those who want to catch us If people see this formation, they must not dare to do it hard-because it will alarm our neighbors; they can only find a way to call one or two masters who know how to set up the formation to break the formation, and we can spend a lot of time. After a long time, Brother Zhang, you can write your thesis with peace of mind." The facts were exactly as Sun Xiaoliu expected: shortly after the Spring Festival holiday, the fronts of No. 1 to No. 7 in the alley began to become lively.Sometimes it was guys in postman's green uniforms going around on motorcycles or bicycles, and I heard one of them ask the neighbor's wife why there was an "alley" here.The neighbor's wife asked the man what letter he wanted to send to whom.The postman said it was nothing but the address was weird.The neighbor's wife closed the door with a bang, and went to ask the township office when she said it was strange. The township office also sent people to investigate several times.The last time it happened at the end of February, the housewives of fourteen or five households of sixteen families were like a group of hens vying to lay eggs, and the little civil servant stood in front of the door in this "alley" about 20 to 30 meters long. "He discussed the details of changing the cadastre.Some say it’s ok to remove the alley, some say that if you remove the alley, you need to renumber, some say that once you renumber, the old address will be considered invalid, and who should be responsible for any problems with the mail, some say that the first alley is good, and there is no second alley , Three alleys means the only one alley.The little civil servant took the opportunity to ask Number Seven why there was no representative to participate in the discussion.One lady answered well: "What are you going to discuss with the mouse?" Everyone laughed. indeed.What can I discuss with these people?my thesis?Or is it this kind of fugitive life that is no different from being in prison?