Chapter 38 Chapter Thirty-Seventh Behind the Back

In the version recounted by Sun Xiaoliu from "Grandpa Mask", the scenes of beatings and beatings to extract confessions in this section of the story can be said to be too numerous to enumerate, including Kang Ze, Jiang Jianren, Yu Sadu and many others. It can be compared that people with real names and real surnames have all repaired Li Shouwu.Regarding this part, I really don't believe it, so I can't write it; I guess there are only two reasons why the scenes of beatings and punishments are repeated and repeated like the theme of a symphony.One is that Li Shouwu played it up in order to arouse the interest of Sun Xiaoliu, who was twelve years old at the time, and the other is that Sun Xiaoliu internalized his experience of being beaten by Master Peng as part of the various conflicting memories at the bottom of his consciousness. This permeates the story he tells.All in all: I lost interest in documenting when I had my doubts about details of unidentified violence.

As for the plot after Li Shouwu joined the organization of He Zhonghan and others, it became more boring than an action movie.He put on a navy blue tunic jacket with a brass buckle tightly fastened at the neckline. He wore beige khaki trousers and black leather shoes, and read the documents and files stored in the planning office at his desk every day.You can use the phrase "long if there are words, short if there are no words".But what makes me uneasy is: how long did Li Shouwu stay in this "Nanchang camp"?If we compare it with other historical materials and calculate it, we can only guess: Ju Yi and Xing Fushuang hurried on the road to Nanjing, and saved the great life of the "old man" from a dozen Syrian assassins disguised as Indian Asan. Now, Li Shouwu has been secretly absorbed by He Zhonghan, and has become a member of his own, or the first recruiting unit under the "Three Principles of the People" - "Fuxing Society".The clothes should be a kind of non-regular uniform worn by the civil servants of the society, hence the nickname "Blue Clothes Society".What happened next should be a section of Jiuzhanggou in Tai'an, Shandong.When Mrs. Peng was still called Ai'er, the five-year-old bald hero Ouyang Kunlun killed Xing Fushuang.

When I stated this paragraph, I left a few unsolved clues; for example: Li Shouwu originally wanted to recommend Xing Fushuang to the old Cao Gang Wan Yanfang to avoid disaster and asked him to submit a letter on his behalf. However, it is a pity that Xing Fushuang was sinister and murderous, but he was shot and killed by Ouyang Kunlun on the top of the "High Man's Wharf".But what happened to that letter?So what happened to Li Shouwu?In addition, when trying to persuade Xing Fushuang to change his mind and start a new life, Li Shouwu once showed a stack of photos of severed heads; besides being a warning to Xing Fushuang, were these photos originally used for other purposes?A more critical question is: How did Li Shouwu persuade He Zhonghan and others to go to Tai'an, Shandong, and catch up with the fight on the "high man's wharf"?To put it bluntly: if Li Shouwu’s entry into the club was not just an expedient measure, but he became interested in studying all the behind-the-scenes operations since the establishment of the Nationalist Government after reading through the secret archives, he would win the trust of the "Lixing Society" The process of core cadres becoming new members of the "Fuxing Society" is not just a means of survival, but a voluntary attempt.

I can only make a judgment based on Sun Xiaoliu's narration and the materials I read from idle books: the mechanism inside is very complicated; perhaps Li Shouwu's purpose is not only to discover the truth of the "Ten Essentials of Musashi", but also to destroy it. The Ministry of Magic is very likely to become an accomplice to bloody means of secret agents.Perhaps when Li Shouwu gained the trust of He Zhonghan and others, he himself became another devoted revolutionary comrade and mysterious spy.Perhaps he has further glimpsed that there are stronger, bigger and more terrifying forces behind these party-state veterans who are high above and control huge resources.It's just that in the 1971 and 2000s of the Republic of China, what I could know and suspect was too brief.

If we piece together the thrilling vicious fight Mrs. Peng experienced when she was young and what Sun Xiaoliu got from "Grandpa Mask" Li Shouwu, the details that are inconspicuous and easily overlooked are actually very suspicious; That's when Li Shouwu followed Ju and Xing for thousands of miles to Tai'an, Shandong, and there was a stack of strange photos in his pocket-those photos showed heads separated from their bodies one by one, next to the heads ( It may have been engraved on a small negative in a manner similar to fine-grained carving, and then enlarged to appear] and the name of the deceased and numerical symbols such as year, month, and day are also marked. I can guess: the pile of The photos may have been stored in a file folder on the bookshelf of the "Nanchang Camp" project, but in any case I have no way of knowing: What is the purpose of Li Shouwu's horrible stack of photos with him. They are some kind of archaeological Is it the material? Is it a historical document? Or is it the video information related to the letter to be handed over to Wan Yanfang?

Frankly: I'm stuck on this little doubt.The jigsaw puzzle that was almost coming together suddenly lost its connection with the other clues.Looking back now, I can say categorically: If the seven books and a stack of notes that Gao Yang bequeathed to me in 1981 had appeared in the dilapidated house at No. 7, Lane 1, Meiman Xincheng, Longtan ten years ago, perhaps I was able to grasp at once a chain of relations that seemed to have nothing to do with each other, and thus unravel the mystery behind all the disconnected facts.But—in the winter and spring when I was surrounded by a lot of fabricated master's thesis reference data, I couldn't judge at all: What kind of fork in my life has I taken?What kind of weirdos did you meet?What chance do I have to know the world?And what kind of forces are manipulating and driving behind the world that I consciously know?

I just really get the taste of what's "behind" it. Let me follow the timing of the original jigsaw puzzle, and temporarily stick Li Shouwu, who later became the president's government, on a stack of photos with unknown intentions, and then follow Xiao Wu's example to watch, approach and enter Sun Xiaoliu from another direction. And No. 7, Lane 1, Happy New City, where I stayed when I escaped from the evil spirits behind me. It is conceivable that on the Saturday after Sun Xiaoliu planted a ground formation with the seeds of chayote and aunt taro, Xiao Wu who stood on the "industrial road" in the middle of the tea garden directly opposite must have briefly He hesitated for a while—because at that moment, she was most likely as lost as a small piece of a jigsaw puzzle that lost its neighbors.

That day, she was holding two pots of plants in her hand—a pot of small shrimp flowers and a pot of Xiyan—and in her backpack were a lot of instant noodles, canned food, pickled melon, dried meat and other foods.Just like many times before and after, she always carefully transfers countless passenger buses, and sometimes deliberately rides back and forth between Longtan and Guanxi or Longtan and Daxi until she is 100% sure that she is on the same bus None of the passengers agreed to get out of the car because they were not stalkers, and then walked several hundred meters, through the armored tea plantations, to this dilapidated house.

And I always imagine that special moment on a special Saturday afternoon; the sweaty Xiao Wu stood in the middle of the tea garden, suddenly found that the dilapidated house was gone, and all he could see was the green chayote, asparagus and huge Auntie's taro leaf fan.She might exclaim "Ah!", might suspect that she got off the wrong bus station and walked into another tea garden, and might suddenly forget where she was going or where she was.In short, this is a series of imaginations that fascinate me. I have never verified whether Xiao Wu actually experienced the temporary sense of disorientation that I imagined.I just remember: after setting up the ground escape formation, Sun Xiaoliu would walk up the steel ladder on the side wall of the balcony on the second floor to the top of the building if he had nothing to do, and lay down on the asbestos bricks for heat insulation, looking towards the direction of the tea garden—— ——Just like the guards who hid in the Diao Dou in ancient times—see if Xiao Wu has come to deliver rations.Therefore, what happened on the day Xiao Wu came was very simple: Sun Xiaoliu spotted Xiao Wu standing in the middle of the tea garden looking around from a distance, so he flew downstairs and made several vertical leaps, like a sledge hunting rabbits. The dog bullied Xiao Wu like that, looked around for a while, and after confirming that there was no outsider, he took her into the house.

But I would rather insist on trying to figure out the mood of Xiao Wu who was standing in the tea garden and suddenly felt that the world was extremely strange.No matter at that time or in the future—even during my military service——dozens and hundreds of times, I always thought of holding a potted plant, sweating, and standing in the cold wind The part where Xiao Wu once lost contact with the whole world very briefly.At that moment, she was suddenly cut off from where she came from and where she was going. Would she be frightened, afraid, or confused?Like a child playing hide-and-seek (because he hides too deeply, too closely, and too attentively) and suddenly forgets the game he is trying to engage in in a corner where no one can find out.

On that day, Xiao Wu brought good news that should be said to be gratifying—Xu Laosan found a typing and printing company with a solid background, who could help me print the thesis into a book within the shortest period of time, with the binding intact.They were even willing to send the fourteen sets of papers that must be submitted in the institute to the school.The only trouble with the whole process was that no one could proofread it for me.The people in the printing company said it well: never take over the proofreading work when printing such academic things.Because the typo you proofread for him may not be wrong; you can't proofread the typo he actually wrote wrong.If you want to correct it, you must proofread it yourself, otherwise, after it is printed, you will come to your door to make a noise and have to reprint it, and you will not be able to pay for it. But Xu Laosan thought that it was extremely dangerous to run back and forth on the road for a thing that required hundreds of thousands of words.If the person behind the belt is inattentive and let people see his traces, sooner or later he will be exposed.So Xu Laosan made a decision for me without authorization: print the words when they are typed, and bind the frame when they are printed. This is neat and tidy.Xiao Wu relayed what Xu Laoyi and Er Er said to comfort me: "Even if there are a few typos, those who can't recognize them deserve to be unable to recognize them; those who recognize them must know how to write the correct characters. Well?" The reason for inserting this subsection of printing the thesis is based on the ethics of responsibility in the academy.I must declare very clearly: the reason why the "Western Han Dynasty Literary Environment" that was printed in June 1972 is full of typos that can be described as "stretching nearly an inch" is entirely because the intelligence and governance units are instigating gangs Molecules hunt (or hunt) for my sake. Honestly! !I don't care about typos or typos at all.To me at the time, that paper was just another game of hide and seek.I don't really care if it passes the review?And can I get a degree?In the future, will it be possible to enter some research or teaching unit for a living by virtue of the qualifications it exchanged for?The reason why I rushed to write it day and night is purely because only when I plunge into a world built by myself like that can I completely forget Guren.This seems to be the only point of this master's thesis.And—I will say this bluntly and sincerely: writing a seemingly well-founded academic treatise can achieve far more ecstasy than anything else; it far exceeds even the fiction I am good at. Spring is just as lush and prosperous as the feast at the beginning, the plants brought by Xiao Wu time and time again turn the front and back yards of the dilapidated house into an incomparably beautiful garden.Obviously, it has been planted and cultivated for several months, but all of this seems to have been arranged overnight.Xiao Xiahua lined up a fifteen-foot-long yellow line along the bottom of the bench.The mountain cherry blossoms are also budding one by one, making up for the empty space where the Christmas white has fallen petals.The bamboo became thicker and denser, and struggling to get its head and neck out from among the bamboo branches and leaves was the Scherichia hemanthus vine that had never shown its face; Vitality, leaning out from the gap between bamboo stems and bamboo stems, looking for scattered sunlight.On the day when I suddenly discovered these vines, Xiao Wu was sitting on the other end of the long bench repairing the soles of shoes, Sun Xiaoliu was squatting in the gate to repair the ground’s ground, and I was holding the draft of the conclusion part of the thesis that I had just written. .All three of us suddenly said at the same time: "It's almost done!" and we didn't mean the same thing. It was a wonderful and eerie Sunday afternoon, and I smelled the smell of parting in the air in the beautiful garden that neither neighbors nor passers-by could notice or appreciate.I guess Xiaowu and Sun Xiaoliu are the same as me—in such a peaceful and happy time, you must feel the uneasiness hidden in a certain gap.It always seems to be like this: just when you think everything is comfortable, docile, and smooth, you will be surprised that the world has changed slightly.For a while, I couldn't tell: what kind of things had produced what kind of changes, but I unconsciously turned around and glanced behind——when I turned my head and face again, I found that Xiao Wu and Sun Xiaoliu had also changed. It seems to be involuntarily staring behind the scenes.The three of us looked at each other again, and each seemed to be asking the other two: What did you see? Sun Xiaoliu blinked, scratched the back of his head, and said in a low voice, "No way?" He didn't finish his sentence, but seeing him jump into the air in the original squatting position, a group of figures bounced more than three feet high and climbed to the roof of the second floor.Xiaowu reached out to my elbow, grabbed it straight, and put his other hand around my waist and eyes. I just felt like I was being brushed by brooms one after another. ——It took me a while to realize that it was caused by scraping bamboo branches and leaves——Xiao Wu grabbed me as if "leading" me to a ballroom dance; She was clinging to her arms, while she only relied on one right foot to step on a bamboo branch that was not as thick as one centimeter.I couldn't see her left foot, but there was a soft object under my calf to support it, and I realized afterwards that it was her left knee. It's hard to say what kind of posture this is; I can barely describe it, Xiao Wu and I are condensed between the bamboo bushes, like a pair of tango dancers, except that she dances the boy who leads the dance, and I dance the tango. Dancing girls.If someone took a photo during "Painting" and erased the bamboo bushes covering us, we could clearly see the magnificent end of a tango dance.For the first time in my life, I was held by a woman like that, and my body didn't feel uncomfortable—on the contrary, I should even feel very comfortable, because from the moment I stood on one foot, my hands, feet, limbs, waist and abdomen Suddenly softened, as if losing the weight of every cell, every piece of skin and every bone.I don't know if women dancing tango have this kind of weightless pleasure when they stand upright and toppled like that, but my pleasure is absolutely true-as if I let Xiao Wu hug me like that, I can feel like A baby usually sleeps forever and never has to wake up. The truth is certainly not so romantic and light.On the roof, Sun Xiaoliu met two guys in the overalls of the gray-blue letter bureau—they really came in from the backyard over the wall, and then climbed up the roof with the scratching hook and the nailed gloves along the concrete wall—these things The equipment is not commonly used by the engineers of the telecommunications bureau.When Sun Xiaoliu stopped the two guys on the roof, he caught a glimpse of a bunch of strange-looking figures standing behind them, some of them were also wearing the uniforms of telecommunications engineers, some of them were wearing sportswear and jogging shoes, each with their own hands. Things like long wrenches, iron chains, and fire axes are both tools and weapons. I can't describe the details of the fight that followed, because from the beginning to the end, I hid in the bamboo bushes, let Xiao Wu embrace and hold her, and listened to her softly coaxing in my ear: "It's okay." Yes, it's all right. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It will pass in a while." During the time of "it will pass in a while", I can still hear the sound of iron clashing and the heavy muffled sound of metal beating on the concrete floor. The twitching sound of cloth; every time the sound appeared, Xiao Wu's eyebrows stretched involuntarily, and the two smooth lips parted slightly, counting out a number.Almost at the same time as Xiao Wu was counting, a figure would fly out from the top of the building, leap over the sky above the front yard, and fall straight into the tea garden dozens of feet away from the gate.When Xiao Wu counted to "four", I started to count whether those figures passing through the air and falling into the depths of the tea garden were wearing work clothes or sports clothes like watching some kind of children's play. After Xiaowu counted to "eighteen" and I counted ten sets of work clothes and four sets of sportswear, the top of the building fell silent for a while, except for one or two kicks of heat-insulating bricks, there was no sound at all. No. "There are two more." Xiao Wu said in a low voice, then leaned her face against my cheek and said, "It's a master, but it doesn't matter—" "How do you know?" I also whispered into her ear . "Their steps are the same as my grandfather's, but their skills are far behind; they should have been caught in the past two months—" Before Xiao Wu finished speaking, a few thick coughs came from the roof. "Young man! Why are you doing this?" The questioner only uttered this sentence, and then coughed violently a few times.Sun Xiaoliu obviously didn't mean to answer, but another old guy with a sticky nasal voice and a high-pitched voice continued to say: "Last time, our second elder taught you how badly you were sent off. I came here to ask for advice. Originally, I just wanted to find out. Searching for your kid's foundation in martial arts, unexpectedly, these eighteen practitioners with their own unique skills are still no match for your boy's two moves. Looking at today's rivers and lakes full of foxes and partridges everywhere, unexpectedly Even if we two elders don’t understand one or two of them, even if we die here today, we still have to turn into evil spirits, chirping and haunting us forever!” After these words were finished, it was sad and sad, like a ghost crying, and it sounded like a child learning the violin sawing and drawing a bow very close to his ears.But at this moment, Xiao Wu shouted: "No!" Then he threw me high into the air with all his strength. Before I could even think about it, I was dizzy like a spinning top that had been unthreaded. Turning around a few times, seeing that she was about to fall into the garden, Xiao Wu supported her waist again and let her stand up straight in the air, but her feet couldn't touch the ground, and she was about to fall three feet immediately The six-foot-high somersault, who would have expected it to scream out, the person has already stood on the roof of the building. I didn't step on the ground for at least a quarter of an hour. I suddenly stood on the roof of the building, and I staggered as if I was drunk, and swayed violently for a while.Xiao Wu only supported me with one soft palm, and grabbed Sun Xiaoliu's sleeve with the other hand, and said in a very low voice: "Pay attention! They both have excellent internal strength, and they can also make "Missing Walk" "." Sun Xiaoliu snorted coldly, and said, "It doesn't matter, I've seen it in two days during the Chinese New Year." I followed the line of sight of his sister and brother, and there were indeed two old men at the bottom of the west side of the roof.One was wearing a brown blended nylon jacket, with dark blue khaki trousers and a pair of rubber-soled loafers underneath.The other was about the same size as him, with a blue jacket on his upper body, brown trousers, and the same rubber soles as his loafers.The more you look at them, the more you feel that the appearance of these two old men is very ordinary and very unusual.They are like the kind of people who are bustling on the street and are commonly called "old taro boys". You will not spend a second to pay attention to their faces or listen to their voices. , Observe their behavior.To put it bluntly: they are a group of shadows between blue and brown, hazy like fog and vague like ghosts.They exist in this shadow-like shape, and occasionally emit a sour smell, so that the young people passing by can practice the kung fu of blocking their breath instantly without thinking. It should be out of an urgent sense of crisis, I couldn't help but look at them carefully for a while, and I saw a very unusual part from the very ordinary appearance - their waists are much slimmer than ordinary old men, The chest and shoulders are also sunken and slanted, making them appear unusually thin.After the strong wind from the roof blows, the originally loose trousers are tightly attached to the tibia of the calf and the femur of the thigh, and it can be seen that the two pairs of legs are as hard and straight as cast copper—even though they are extremely Thin. While I was staring at the two of them intently, the old man who coughed from time to time continued to say to Sun Xiaoliu: "Can we discuss this? Let's not care about each other." "It was in the warehouse over there last time," continued the sticky-nosed and high-pitched voice: "Your boy killed our two elders with a soft steel knife and left seventy-two cuts all over our bodies——We don't care about that." "Today you injured eighteen officers in one breath," the coughing man continued, "Maybe some are disabled or half-disabled: they serve jobs in the public office, and there are old wives and children at home." , in case something goes wrong—" The sticky-nosed and high-pitched voice continued: "That is also a family of 18 innocent victims! Well, we don't care about you kid. Even he—" Speaking of this, the heads of the two old men are like a puppet show All the marionettes in the book turned to me. "We can stop pursuing it." The coughing side said, while coughing violently again. "But you have to explain to our elders no matter what - which school of martial arts do you come from? Which school? Which master?" Hearing this, Sun Xiaoliu scratched the back of his head, looked around randomly for a while, as if he had lost something—all scattered on the floor were some steel wire hooks, palm nail gloves, long wrenches, iron Of course, neither the chain nor the fire ax belonged to him—needless to say: what Sun Xiaoliu lost was not a thing, but a language of coping.He obviously didn't know whether to accept the other party's promise, which sounded very generous.After hesitating for a moment, Sun Xiaoliu still couldn't help but muttered with eight or nine points of doubt: "A-actually, in fact, I, I can beat you to death and you'll be fine!" When the two old men heard him speak in such a calm manner, their complexions suddenly changed, their faces collapsed, and they looked at each other, as if they didn't know how to respond.When they turned their heads to look over again, each of them took a step away towards the south and north sides. The one on the north bowed left and right, raised his left fist forward, and clasped his right fist upside down; A right bow and a left arrow step, the right fist is raised forward, and the left fist is reversed to the forehead - this style is called "horseback archery" in the practice of Buquan taught by Master Peng in the past. In my opinion, it is just an actor on the stage. It is a kind of "showcase" to "show off"; the boys in the village also say that this style only works when farting.But as soon as the two old men opened this pose, Xiao Wu rushed up to protect me in one step, and Sun Xiaoliu crossed his legs to protect Xiao Wu again.It's kind of funny to stand in a row like an eagle catching chickens - because I had to tilt my head to barely pass his sister and brother to see the two "shooting" guys on the opposite side; I turned to the left Crooked, Xiao Wu is also crooked to the left, I am crooked to the right, and Xiao Wu is also crooked to the right.In any case, under such evasive hiding, Sun Xiaoliu suddenly said again: "If I tell you, will you stop bothering me, Brother Zhang?" "One word from a gentleman—" said with a left bow and right arrow. "Quick horse whip." He bowed right and left arrow continued. "However," Yin said with a sinister smile: "Even if our elders let him go, there will be people who can't let him go—your kid can protect him today, but he may not be able to protect him tomorrow." "Our two elders keep what they say, but others may not keep what they say." But just as the two old men continued to talk together, a scene suddenly flashed before my eyes—it was a few months ago when Sun Xiaoliu and I hid in the Heavenly Escape Formation in Youth Park. On the last afternoon, we caught a glimpse of four people standing under a tree; they were "Yue Zipeng", Zhu Bajie with a severed palm, and two other "old skinny monkeys".At that time, I was only thinking about arguing with Sun Liu!Whether the big fat man with the empty birdcage was Master Peng or not, he didn't pay attention to the rest for a few moments.However, at the moment when the two old men were pulling their bows sideways, and I had to peek left and right from behind Sun Xiaoliu and Xiao Wu, the feeling of deja vu suddenly became deep and clear—these two old men It was the two "old skinny monkeys" I saw from behind the concrete stumps in the children's playground in the past.Perhaps, the impression of them being thin and monkey-like at that time was actually obtained by comparing them with the overly fat "Yue Zipeng"? In any case, once I recognized that these two old men were indeed two of the four people who left in a hurry after I yelled "Yue Zipeng" that day, I suddenly realized that I was also holding a vice in my hand. A good card that can be increased, then took a big step to the side, crossed his hands on his waist, and said in a high voice: "The stinky old man is humming over there, what is the dick crooked? You are "pursuing" me I'm still "chasing" you! Don't think I don't know what shit you did with "Yue Zipeng"; Shake it out." I am indeed such a flamboyant person.Whenever I was bluffing -- and I remember being so frank -- whenever what I was thinking didn't agree with what I was saying, I would speak very loudly and repetitively.Standing in the cold wind on the roof of Building No. 7, Lane 1, Meiman Xincheng, my teeth trembled, my Qi and blood froze, and I was terrified from the marrow of my bones.I knew that what I was facing at this moment was the characters among the gangsters, gangsters, underground society, and terrorists who always haunted me, and behind them were other ghosts and ghosts that I couldn't even imagine.To deal with them, I can only rely on nonsense. At the moment of nonsense, I just want to hint to them: I have many friends in newspapers and magazines, and I have a small reputation in the literary and artistic circles-this is not bragging, as early as in college, I relied on A few short stories have won some literary awards, and they will be famous from time to time, and some supplement editors who want to absorb young writers to enrich their lineup occasionally come to make appointments, invite guests, and invite well-known critics to contribute to their articles. Let me say a few words; a senior once said: "Zhang Dachun is very predictable to become a master in the future." In the 1970s and early 1980s when it was popular to confer the title of master as a master, I I don't think it's shameful that I will be listed with those media stars who are running around the streets in the future, but I am quite complacent and complacent.So when I said to those two old skinny monkeys: "I'll shake it all out for you", there was indeed a certain part of my mind reflecting the words that the underworld elements persecuted future master writers in the major media.However, I haven't had time to imagine: what can I shake out of my hands?On the other hand, the two old men who were still maintaining the posture of "riding horses and shooting arrows" looked at each other after hearing the words, and the one on the right coughed: "What do you mean by "chicken crooked"?" The squeaker on the left shook his head, and continued, "But "huh heh haha" I understand!" The two turned their faces towards me immediately, and shouted at the same time: "So you really know our second elder!" I didn't know until a long time later: they are "hum ha two talents"! At the moment when the "Hengha Ercai" threw all kinds of hidden weapons at us, I naturally couldn't know: Why did they suddenly decide to kill?Because everything happened too quickly—to me, the things rushing out of the four jacket sleeves were just like gnats and flies flying around in the wind; I read in some martial arts novels that the darts, sleeve arrows, locust rocks, or caltrops are shot in a straight line; it seems that after leaving the hand and before approaching, they circled in a spiral shape, Squiggly, circular and lightning-shaped paths.If I could barely describe it, I could say that I was suddenly and consciously caught in a circle of sparks from fairy wands held by a group of mischievous invisible children-but even if it was so weird, it was only a blink of an eye. The so-called "blink of an eye" is actually the kind of reaction that people will instinctively close their eyes when a foreign object is approaching.I just reacted "instinctively" for a while, and when I opened my eyes again, it was Xiao Wu's soft back and buttocks in front of me, and the tall shadow of Sun Xiaoliu was still in front of me.I wanted to regain my shape and look at the two old men, but I pressed Xiao Wu's backhand tightly, and heard her say in a very low voice, "Don't move—don't move!" "The two elders have any bright or dark, long or short, just say hello this way!" Sun Xiaoliu stretched out his arms horizontally, and his whole back was like a "big" character, covering everything on the opposite side. All blocked.Since I couldn't move, I could only move my eyes back and forth between his back and the top of Xiao Wu's head - all of a sudden, I saw something that shocked me, it was buried in Xiao Wu's thick black hair, It is hidden so deep that it is almost impossible for anyone to find it, and it only reflects the skylight for a very accidental moment, flashing an abnormal light.It's the emerald hairpin. I seemed to be pricked by the hairpin, and my sense of smell was induced by following the sight. At that moment, amidst a burst of strong (perhaps star toilet water) fragrance, my chest hurt sharply.I was not hit by the hidden weapon of "Hum Ha Er Cai", but the pain from the bee sting was extremely real. In retrospect, I didn't have time to deeply understand what kind of psychology the tingling sensation came from.However, I have to admit: that was the first time in my life that I felt pity for others. pity.A mixed feeling of reluctance and reluctance, which floats between the emerald green of the hairpin and the smell of cheap and nostalgic perfume.Until today, many years later, I can no longer reconstruct that short-lived feeling with fragmentary, dim and vague sensory memory-once, I even sprinkled a whole bottle of celebrity toilet water on a stack of manuscript paper, trying to reconstruct To experience that wholehearted feeling of being stinging because of someone else's grievances, but all I can get is the ferocious volatile force of nong mixed with alcohol in my face and nose.On that pile of manuscript paper covered with the smell of chemicals that may never be wiped away, what I wrote down was a scene of frantic sex with Guren in the dormitory. As for the moment of divine enlightenment behind Xiao Wu's back—whether it is physical pain or emotional pity—it is lost forever and cannot be regained.I can only outline it in this way: perhaps it was caused by the sense of absurdity caused by the alienation and incongruity between the hairpin and perfume in her hair and the sinister reality of the moment during the whole process of Xiao Wu’s concentrated use of her body to protect me.Just imagine: before Xiaowu left home that morning on the road, how gentle and slow movements, how meticulous and complicated steps were used to arrange her long hair, and slapped her neck, ears and places I can't imagine. Lots and lots of perfume.What she couldn't predict was that all these efforts were in vain—I noticed that the hairpin and perfume were hiding behind her back, and there was a piece of hair hidden under the messy hair. Scalp; staring at a small piece of scalp covered with hair roots at such a close distance will not produce any aesthetic feeling, it is even a bit ugly... This is my pity for the life and death at that time after many, many years An outline made by feelings; I stagnated, magnified, and condensed the process that took place in less than half a second.That's why I was able to roughly realize: In fact, what I have been trying to escape is not only my family, my parents, my village, and my life, but I also want to escape from the situation facing Xiao Wu.Only behind her, with such a careless glance, even if it is only a part of the hairpin, a half-broken fragrance and a piece of scalp that is not really beautiful-these are all fragments that have been cut by something , In these clips, there is nothing that is forced to face or face up to, so I dare to release the emotion of pity.Yes, I am a guy who can only express emotions behind others - from a certain severe analysis point of view, the one who is protected by Xiao Wu is actually a person who has completely lost the ability to love because of expressing . That day, the "Hengha Ercai" did not hurt me, and all the hidden weapons they issued were nailed to Sun Xiaoliu's torso and limbs.他们也显然是在目睹孙小六硬生生吃下这些暗器的时候受到了极大的惊吓，好半晌说不出话来。孙小六依然像个“大”字般地站着，又追问了一声：“怎么样？二位长辈。” “方才你小子这身法已经道出了来历——这是当年北京飘花门末代掌门孙少华的一招“漫天花雨”；你，可是孙少华的传人？” 另一个也接着道：“咱二老有言在先；既然知道了你小子的出身来历，今日之事也就作罢了，更何况——”说时竟压低了声，有如自言自语地继续说下去：“怎么会是飘花门的后人？怪哉怪哉！” “我是姓孙，我叫孙小六，可我是不认得什么孙少华不孙少华的。” 两老头儿闻言不由得一怔，当即收了势子，相互欺近两步，交头接耳起来。过了好半晌，才同声喝问道：“那么飘花掌孙孝胥又是你什么人？” 未待孙小六接腔，偏在这间不容发的一刻，小五像是早就提防到有此一问的态势，猛然抬手按住她弟弟的后肩，借力撑身跃起，一记鹞子翻身跃出五尺开外，抢道：“他的一身功夫都是我教的，你们有什么事不明白，就问我好了。” 我看不出小五这一觔斗翻出去有什么大了不起之处——所谓前空翻，那本事自凡是练过几天徒手体操的都能凑附，远不及几年前我从郭家厨房顶上窥看她从孙老虎手下救出小六的一手凌空翦腿来得神奇又优美。可那两老头儿却彷佛各教人封点了什么周身要穴的一般；右首晐嗽连声的一个张着大嘴、露出一口烂牙，左首点鼻尖嗓的一个猛眨着眼皮，直要滴下泪来的模样儿。 “飘花门向例不传女弟子，你——你怎么？” “如此看来——我说品才啊，—咱二老这一回莽撞了；眞个是强中自有强中手，能人背后有能人哪！这个差使，恐怕是交不了了。” 给唤做“品才”的也连连摇起头来，止不住又咳了几嗓子，才唉声叹道：“交不了差没什么，祇可惜这么高的身手、这么深的内力、这么好的师承，却如何甘心情愿维护一帮国家民族的败类呢？唉、唉、唉——呀！”说着，瘦削如髑髅的脸上那一双深陷的眼珠子倏忽朝我一瞪，接着道：“姓张的！你跑得了一时、跑不了一世；逃得过今朝、逃不过明日。咱二老即便认栽去了，你终究是要受天理国法的制裁的。别忘了把老夫这话也同你老大哥、还有万得福那二厮交代。用才，咱们走！” 话才说完，两老头儿身形不改，直榜楞朝后弹退，犹似两枚炮弹一般地窜出几十丈外，径没入几十株樟树和相思树的树冠之中。 孙小六连忙冲步上前，往后院和院墙外的杂木林鸟瞰了一阵，十分懊恼地嗫嚅道：“眞叫赖皮——他们破不了我的阵，却从背后这一头混进来了，看样子后院也要布一个——” “小六！”小五却突然一声喊，但见她两手环胸，神情出奇地严峻：“我问你：你打哪儿学来的“漫天花雨”？” 孙小六掉转身来，往自己通体上下打量一遍——我也才看清楚——他的手臂、前胸、两胁、腰腹以及裤裆和双腿之上密密麻麻钉着一大堆晶光闪亮的玩意儿；不消说：正是他先前用那招什么“漫天花雨”的身法给硬吃下来的暗器，而且果然并不是什么甩手镖、袖箭、飞蝗石、铁蒺藜。从射入的角度看去，倒像是一片一片超大号的图钉，祇不过钉帽都是角锥形的，孙小六顺手拔了几个下来，可见角锥帽前插入衣衫的部位全拱成了圆弧状的尖钩——显然，它们原先是两寸多长的刺针，只不过在劲射而入的瞬间给孙小六的某种护体神功给抵折了，才变成挂的模样。“小六你的皮还眞够厚。”我失声叫道。 “我哪够看？”孙小六嘿嘿一笑，扯开那件破夹袄的盘扣，露出里头那件白内衣的一部分：“全是“面具爷爷”的衣靠了得。” “小六！我问你“漫天花雨”是打哪儿学来的？”小五抬手朝我脸前晃晃，有如交通警察拦路，禁止通行——也就是不准我说话打岔的意思。 孙小六一面继续拔着——上的暗器，一面咕咕哝哝敷衍着，过了天长地久的几秒钟罢，忽然间像是找着了下台阶，眉眼一开，笑道：“你不是说你教的吗？” “少贫嘴！”小五说时从脖子根往上泛起整片的潮红，还分神狠狠瞪了我一眼，彷佛是说：小六嘴这么贫，非你给教的不可。我想要辩解，可说什么又都嫌多事；小五却严辞厉色地说下去：“你明明知道我是唬弄他们的，说！” “你凶什么凶啊凶什么凶啊？你凶就有理啊？你凶就对啊？……”孙小六撒着赖，姊弟俩接着又来上一段夹七缠八的口角——最后还是孙小六认输，迸出两句：“是——是那个飘花门的掌门嘛。人家不是说了吗？” “那位老掌门已经过世三十多年了。”小五那只交通警察的臂膀这才悠悠放下，双手环住胸口，嘴里却一字不肯放松。 “那就是那个孙笑什么东西——” 这话还没说完，小五不知使了个什么样的手法儿，环胸的手看似纤毫未动，但是在她和孙小六之间却倏忽亮出一只长着葱白粉嫩手指头的巴掌，那巴掌当即结结实实烙上孙小六的左颊，留下五指红印。我猜孙小六并不觉得疼——彭师父把他当成个沙袋那样揍，他都不疼，这一耳刮子应该不算什么。可是他随即捂住了脸，又冒出两泉眼泪，双唇抖颤着，显然是受了极大的委屈，却因这委屈极深，或者是惊吓太大，竟至说不出话来。倒是小五也噙着泪、抖着唇，哽声说道：“孙孝胥——你想说的是孙孝胥么？孙孝胥就是爷爷，咱们的爷爷就是孙孝胥。爷爷早就死在新生戏院那场大火里了。” 孙小六闻言抢忙抬袖子一抹眼眶，皱绞双眉，猛里露出孙老虎那种剑拔弩张的气色。他昂昂下巴朝天空看了看，眨巴眨巴眼皮；垂垂头朝楼板望了望，又眨巴眨巴眼皮，最后居然扭头冲我道：“张哥！你还记得我跟你说过的“里根爷爷”的故事吗？” I nod. ““里根爷爷”如果是我爷爷的话，那我爷爷就根本没死呢！”。 里根，当时仍在第一任任内的第四十届美国总统，曾经是好莱坞著名影星，通常扮演正直、善良而带些柔性气质的西部英雄。自银幕淡出之后担任过很长一段时间的加州州长。一九七六年争取共和党提名——选总统失败，而在一九八〇年卷土重来，非但顺利获得党内提名，还以压倒性的胜利成为美国有史以来最年长的总统；当选那年他已经六十九岁了。两年以后，台湾从南到北的玩具店、菜市场和地摊上都出现了一种铁定出自仿冒的胶皮头套，以里根的头脸为模型灌铸而成，彼时若有人戴那头套上街，的确会惹人侧目嗤笑一阵，然而不须几日，里根那张松皮肉的老脸便为一批批妖魔鬼怪的脸所取代了。一旦退了流行，没有人会在街上看里根一眼半眼——这张脸要比任何一个平凡人更平凡一点。