Chapter 40 Chapter 39 Name

Before I was about to reveal the weird mystery that Sun Xiaoliu and I encountered, I did hesitate: Which clue should I start the narrative from?I can start with the day I went to the Faculty of Liberal Arts of Fuzhou University to take the oral exam for the master's thesis that year under the escort of my fifth sister and my younger brother.However, saying this does not fit the reality of my recollection of the scene of that day—nearly nine years passed between the time I passed the interview and the day when my father cleared the clouds and mists for me and gained insight into the world. Some trifles that happened on June 14, 1972.The only reason why I remember that day is because it was both the day when I "accidentally" got my degree and it was also my twenty-sixth birthday.

I can also start with Sun Xiaoliu, the "Grandpa Reagan".However, it is difficult to go back and explain the seemingly non-existent encounters between the three generations of Ouyang Qiu, Ouyang Kunlun and even Honglian and the Lao Cao Gang.In addition, as far as I gradually know the truth of the world, it is both tedious and boring to explain the background details that I didn't care about in the early years and didn't know the truth according to the cause and effect of time series, day by day and month by month. , except that it is closer to the redundant and redundant style of the naive realists, so I simply have to ignore the part of "Grandpa Reagan" for the time being.

After much deliberation, I finally decided to start with a few names on the "Bai Xie Pu".These names appear on the last line of the full spectrum, and they are: Hong Zizhan, Hong Dazhan, Chen Guangfu, Mo Renjie, and Xiang Dihao. It's not that I conceited that I read a lot of books. The moment I saw the name Xiang Dihao, I laughed triumphantly and said: "Ha! I know every name." "Do you all know about them?" My father was still staring at his computer screen intently, and continued to tap on the keyboard with his fingers. "Of course." I crossed my fingers, rested my pillow on the back of my head, crossed my legs, and told the truth about some old anecdotes I read in some random books and magazines——

According to my memory: Xiang Dihao and Mo Renjie are two dandy children who have made a fortune in the Tanghang business in the Hushu area of ​​Hangzhou.Because Xiang and Mo's families have always been close friends, and the martial arts they are proficient in are also exchanged from time to time, so they have the reputation of "Southern Legs and Two Shows".But during the Anti-Japanese War, the fate of Xiang and Mo's family was completely different; Xiang sold all his assets and moved his family to the Shanghai Concession Area. With wealth that can rival a country.The Mo family is just the opposite - the original family business was destroyed by Bingxuan, and he owed a large amount of debts. Mo Renjie was even shot dead by a gang member during a debt dispute, and died in the Hangzhou chamber of commerce. living room.

When I said this in one breath, my father turned a little bit, turned half of his face, and gave me a contemptuous smile from the corner of his mouth: "Oh? Is that so?" Immediately afterwards—— As if he couldn't bear to interrupt my interest——he quickly restrained his smile, turned around, and said, "Go ahead. What about Chen Guangfu?" I am more familiar with Chen Guangfu.This name has been mentioned in many books and articles related to the handling of foreign affairs by the Nationalist Government during the Anti-Japanese War.One of the most prominent deeds of this person is that he led a delegation to the United States to lobby at the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War, and borrowed a sum of military aid of up to 25 million U.S. dollars to solve the problem for the "old man" who was struggling at the time. There is an urgent need.

In addition, it is also mentioned in the "Calligraphy and Painting Gate" of the book "The History of the Shanghai Small Knife Society and the Research on the Secret Books of Hongmen" written by Chen Xiumei: Chen Guangfu is very elegant, and he has collected Buddhist scriptures and stele rubbings and famous books As a hobby of art and traces, he once spent millions of dollars to buy a batch of trendy calligraphy works known as "Snake Grass Running Script", and gave a share of them to political and business celebrities, and made a great review article published in newspapers and periodicals.Sure enough, the advocacy was effective, and within a few months, this "Snake Grass Running Script" caused a sensation all over the country; not only the art world was famous, but even the illiterate ordinary people knew that there was a great calligrapher who moved like a snake in the contemporary era—— This great calligrapher is exactly the one next to Chen Guangfu on the "Baixie Spectrum": Hong Dazhan.

In "The History of the Small Knife Society of Shanghai and the Research on the Secret Books of the Hongmen", the name of Hong Dazhan not only appears in the section of the "School of Calligraphy and Painting", but also in the section of the "Sect of Commander".The so-called "Commanding Gate", as the name suggests, is a special chapter for the leadership of the gang system of Hongmen.No matter whether we generally call it Tiandihui, Hongmen, or even call it "Red Gang" according to the vulgarity, because the organization of this system is too messy and the organization is too rough, usually every three or five people share one transcript. After learning some formulas, gestures, etiquette and other pictures and texts of the "seabed", you can organize yourself for a while.So the Small Knife Club, the Iron Ruler Club, the Bian Qian Club, the Red Gun Club, the Ax Club... all kinds of clubs appeared. Everyone called themselves Hong Ying, and they called themselves bachelors. The tax season is always a time for brothers from heaven and earth, and once they fight, the fighting groups are like a handful of scattered sand.Therefore, the "Leader's Gate" in "The History of the Small Knife Society of Shanghai and the Study of the Hongmen's Secret Book" is very lively. Under the observation, it seems that every person with a surname and name is the leader of the meeting—if I remember correctly In other words, between the Tongzhi and Guangxu dynasties, there was a Steel Whip Society in Xuyi, Anhui, whose leader was "Zhang Dachun".As for Hong Dazhan, whose name is Yikai, a native of Hangzhou, his ancestors were the leaders of the Gelaohui. Because he spread the "seabed" secret book everywhere and publicized the meritorious service of the "Southern Association and Northern Sect" alliance, the head of the association became hereditary.The father's generation passed down to Hong Dazhan and joined the oil and electricity industry, operating power plants to get rich...

Thinking of this section, I shivered involuntarily, and suddenly recalled a certain moment when I read books in the "connected reading" method on the second floor of Sanmin Bookstore many years ago-at that time, I was reading in this near book. The names "Gelaohui Hongdazhan" and "Gelaohui Hongdazhan" kept appearing in the thousand-page book, but they couldn't form the overall impression of the character Hong Dazhan. I'm afraid it was precisely because of this confusion or trouble that I came up with the name "Hongdazhan Hongdazhan". It prompted me to turn to another book "Synthesis of Secret Society Since the Early Republic of China" before the final volume.

This was an extremely subtle and interesting experience, which made me almost forget that my father asked me to identify the last few names of "Bai Xie Pu". Instead, I was distracted thinking: how wonderful is human memory?The trickle that I thought was impossible to remember, or that I didn't think was worth remembering, will come back at a moment when you have no time to watch out, hit you deeply, and severely interfere with what you are caring, thinking or thinking about. fascinated life.I temporarily dropped the name Hong Dazhan, leaned over and picked out two books from my book bag, "The History of the Small Knife Society of Shanghai and the Study of the Secret Versions of Hongmen" and "The Score of Secret Societies Since the Early Republic of China". No clue, also aimlessly turned up.It seemed—yes, it seemed that what I was really trying to rummage through wasn't a page, but another fragment of a lost memory.Almost at the same time, the two faces that had disturbed me before reappeared: the purple face with the same word said: "It's a pity that you have read so many books, and you have read them all in bits and pieces. " The round face with a strange smile said: "One day people will mix these odds and ends, put them into a cauldron and cook them—" Before the person in my mind finished speaking, I yelled: "I I remembered!" When he said that, his whole body trembled even more.

Those were the two faces that once appeared in the oral examination of my master's thesis; at nine o'clock in the morning on June 14, 1972. It was only around four o'clock in the morning, and Xiao Wu suddenly came to No. 7, Lane 1, Meiman Xincheng. She was wearing the date-colored long skirt she wore on the day she sent me to Longtan in the previous winter. The braid seemed to be longer again, and the ribbon of the same color as the skirt was still tied at the knot.I said I've seen this dress, and she said of course you have, I only have a few dresses throughout the year.I said it's not the weekend, what are you doing here.She said that she was here to pick up a confused young master to Beijing for the exam.I thought about it for a long time before I remembered that I would have an oral exam that day. For the exam, I actually didn’t have the slightest hope in my heart. I forgot the day and still felt uneasy, so I was stubborn: "What time is it?"

"If it weren't for the delay in the middle of the night, I would have come after two o'clock." Xiao Wu rushed into the house while shouting: "Xiao Liu, have you packed everything?" Sun Xiaoliu responded, without saying whether it was okay or not, he hesitated for a moment, then frowned and said with a bitter face: "The brochure that Third Brother Xu gave is missing." Hearing this, Xiao Wu's complexion also changed, he bit his lower lip with his upper teeth, and his two bright eyeballs turned back and forth, as if he had lost his soul, but he couldn't make up his mind whether to look for it or not. Of course I knew what it was.It looked like one of those pocket bibles, with red paint on the three openings and a black leather cover.When Xu Laosan gave it to me in the village office, he also said: "You will need it soon." In fact, as Xu Laosan said, I quickly used the booklet—but the usage was definitely not Xu Laosan’s original intention—when I was writing my master’s thesis "Western Han Literature Environment", because (I once confessed) The reference books are so scarce that I have to make them up, and sometimes the inspiration is dry, and I can't think of an ancient book or the name of an ancient person when I sit for hours on end.One day, I rummaged through the navy blue package Xu Lao San packed up, and found this black leather booklet under a canvas pouch that looked like a tool purse. That is indeed a very useful book! ;- Each page of the booklet is divided into two columns.Generally speaking, the upper column is relatively simple, only the name of the company, address and the name of the person in charge are noted; the lower column is much more complicated, usually the name of another company or organization is written, As well as the names of a large list of characters, even nicknames and biography, as well as notes in a few words or some unusual product content.For example, there is a page that reads: (upper column) Tonghe Car Audio Department Store Boutique Center / No. 4861, Zhongzheng Road, Xinzhuang City, Taipei County / Jian Ruihe (lower column) Jiuxin Gambling Equipment Supply Station / Xinzhuang City, Taipei County Zhenglu No. 486 No. 2 / Jian Ahou, first-level representative of Songlian Gang Bei County. Boat dice, refraction mahjong (with lens), electronic detection and anti-detection instrument, dot bouncing tablecloth (separately prepared) remote control), timer Yise poker (limited to JQK three). This is a page that is relatively easy to identify; if you think about it carefully, you will know: Jian Ruihe and Jian Ahou may be from the same family, or they are the same person.The car audio department store boutique center is a business—it can also be said to be the "signature" of another business; The "Songlian Gang" is somewhat related.Only later did I realize that Mr. Xu actually had a purpose in lent me this black leather booklet—he was afraid that I would step on the wrong door and fall into some kind of trap by mistake on the road of life that was already a bastard. . But I let this booklet play another great role. It becomes the index book of my master's thesis; whenever I can't remember a person's name, a book title, a place name... in short, there is a shortage of names. , this black leather booklet has become my inexhaustible bible. For example, one page reads: (Upper Column) Qinci Maternal and Child Hygiene Products Specialty Store / No. 42, Tong'an Street, Guting District, Taipei City / Liang Chengyang, Wang Taisheng. (Bottom column) The second branch of the Gelaohui Taipei South District. Getting started: "I want to hand over the Taipei South District to my younger brother, how can I do it?" The answer is: "It depends." Answer again: "My brother will see for himself." At the beginning, ask again: "How about you, brothers?" Then answer: "Open the Mandarin dictionary and divide the seats." At the end of the entry, you need to say: "My brother will be awarded the title after graduation." This page is a little more complicated - but it doesn't bother me.It means: Liang Chengyang and Wang Taisheng, who operate a maternity and child hygiene products store listed at No. 42, Tongan Street, Taipei City, are actually the leaders of the second branch of the Gelaohui Taipei South District.If you are not a member of the Gelaohui, but you need to ask the bachelors of the branch for help, you have to find Liang and Wang as soon as you enter the store, and ask them according to the introductory formula.Ask a question, people will answer a sentence, a total of one or two questions and one answer, if there are no mistakes in the words and sentences, one should add a sentence at the end of the introductory help: "My brother will be knighted after graduation." In this way, Liang and Wang The two of them understood: Although the person who came was not helping, he was a friend who was doing things in the way, and if they were in urgent need, they should provide assistance immediately.This kind of interrogation and response language is obviously simplified from the "cuts" recorded in the cumbersome and abnormal "seabed" of the old gangs and old clubs - that is, the slang words - and once in-depth study, there is actually no Mysterious at all. But for me, who was trapped in the happy new city with no books to read or quotes, any word in this booklet seemed like a miracle given by God, shining with dazzling light.Using the words provided on this page, I wrote a fragment of the second chapter of my thesis.This paragraph was originally intended to prove that Emperor Wu of the Han consolidated the centralized regime of the entire Han Empire and formed a unified autocratic situation.However, due to the lack of "Historical Records" and "Hanshu" to refer to, I had to fabricate the following passage-it is actually extended and distorted from the text recorded in the booklet of Xu Laosan just mentioned. It came from smashing: In the first month of spring in the second year of Emperor Wu Yuanshuo (127 BC), this centralization movement reached a new critical point.Emperor Wu issued an edict: "The king of Liang and the king of Chengyang live together with relatives and kindness. They are willing to divide their brothers in the city, and they promise it. If the princes and kings please share the city with their children, I will personally see it, so that there are all of you." Ban Gu then judged in this book Yun: "So the vassal state began to be divided, and the children were Bihou." God knows: after changing the two sentences of "open the Mandarin dictionary and divide the seats" and "the younger brother will be knighted after he is finished" into "then the feudal kingdom will be divided, and the younger brother will be a marquis." When I read Hanshu, I was so excited and proud. With the same excitement and pride, I opened the drawer of the old dressing table, picked up the Bible that Mr. Xu told me, and shook it in front of the faces of the fifth sister and younger brother: "Looking for this? Why? ? Are you going to write a thesis too?" When these few words came out of my mouth, I didn't carefully evaluate whether they were full of contempt and disdain—I didn't have that—meaning; but there seemed to be some in them.Sun Xiaoliu lowered his eyelids, while Xiaowu bit his lower lip even tighter.She took the booklet and went, whispering as if to the whole empty house: "If you don't leave, it will be too late." In the next five hours, I roughly understood the true purpose of that black leather booklet.Xiao Wu held it and turned to the last page.The text on this page is also handwritten, but it is as neat as printed characters; it writes the names of counties, cities, and places in Taiwan Province, and different numbers are indicated on the right.Taipei City is "1", Taipei County is "124", Taoyuan County is "201", Hsinchu County is "279". When arriving in Keelung, the number is increased to "1581".Xiao Wu didn't wait for me to peek aside to see clearly, and turned to the page marked "201".This page is another neatly written form in small script, which seems to be arranged according to the township area, and the numbers in the margins are "202", "208", "219"... until "274 "——Daxi Town is on "274". Xiao Wu quickly flipped through the pages and searched back and forth for a long time, as if memorizing all five pages from "274" to "278". But he still couldn't make up his mind, and muttered: "Why is it a simplified version? Alas! Xu Laosan is also true!" "What's the simplified version?" I pointed to the booklet and moved closer. Half as if in a gamble, Xiao Wu glared at me and said, "It has nothing to do with writing a thesis, master." Then, she folded a corner on a page labeled "277", closed the booklet, and said: "Let's go first." Then he picked up the navy blue package that Sun Xiaoliu had fixed earlier, turned his head and ran out. At that time, the dawn had not yet opened, and the sky and the earth were still dark.I followed Xiao Wu, let Sun Xiaoliu put his hands on his back, and ran towards a road I didn't recognize at all—the speed was the same as the one that was sucked by Sun Xiaoliu and ran towards the Youth Park more than half a year ago It's the same - I know it clearly: my feet don't touch the ground at all, but I'm just pretending to run while swinging back and forth in mid-air, but after running like this for a few minutes, I still can't help feeling tired and flustered. The chest hurts intermittently, as if the air inhaled into the lung lobes is full of thorns, and the viscera in the cavity is burned one after another.Just when I was about to lose my hold, Xiao Wu in front of me suddenly stopped, bent over to look into the depths of a row of grass on the side of the road, squinted his head, grabbed it with his hand, and uprooted a bunch of Miscanthus grass , the other hand flicked the soil clod at the root of the grass, and the clod immediately shattered into particles as small as prickly heat powder, and scattered one after another—at the same moment, a dark gray, about the size of an egg A stone about the size of yellow fell into Xiao Wu's palm from between grass clippings and soil powder.Xiao Wu spread out his hand, and shone the stone in front of me and Sun Xiaoliu—it really did—I took a second look before I realized that the stone was not only gray, but was in the dark. Under the sky, it actually showed a black and blue color, and even a little dark green color. "This is called black opal. When the sun rises, you can see it from different angles and turn it around bit by bit. It will emit different light. Other gemstones do not have this kind of benefit." While talking, Xiao Wu stretched out his hand to the east where the sun has not yet risen, and continued: "We are lucky, it is a rough stone. If you meet someone who knows the goods, you can sell it for a good price." "How do you know that there is such a treasure in the grass?" I grabbed the black opal and turned to the east like her, and as expected, I saw one piece after another, one touch after another, like a revolving lantern. color.And that color is not fixed, with the rotation of my fingers, and with the faint morning light that rises second by second, it blooms with the same color every moment. "Of course it's grass. No matter what kind of grass it is, if its roots catch this black opal, the leaves of the grass will glow at night, which is extremely beautiful. If it weren't for our urgent need, I would really be reluctant to pull it out. " What is the real value of that black opal?I never figured it out.I only know that it was just dawn that day, and we were already in front of the January store in Daxi Town.On the surface, it is a pawn shop, but on the other hand, it is also a major dealer of non-residents in Taozhu Miaosan County, and the person in charge is Lin Yulang - all of these are of course recorded in Xu Laosan's black leather booklet , that is, on the page marked "277" with the folded corner of Xiao Wu. Lin Yulang is not as good as his name suggests, he is a middle-aged man with two missing front teeth and a lipoma on his face.He looked around at the black opal against the light for a long time, seemed uneasy, put on a one-eyed magnifying glass, looked carefully again, then slowly raised his head, grinned, and said with a smile: "It's too light." "It shouldn't be heavy." Xiao Wu frowned, covered his nose, and said, "Give it back to me if you don't want it." Lin Yulang gripped the stone tighter, turned to me and said, "Young man, how much did you talk about?" "As much as she says." I raised my thumbs and compared to Xiao Wu. Lin Yulang obviously saw that I was a layman, and Cha Pucha made a lot of jabbering, which meant to try to win me over with words like "men don't let women make up their minds", but he didn't know: this kind of prestige, prestige, Ambitious words have never worked for me, and I have no idea what Xiao Wu is doing with this stone, so naturally I don't care about the deal.Unexpectedly, after a while of chattering, Lin Yulang opened the drawer and put away the stone, but he waved his hands in the air, like chasing flies away.Needless to say: We have fallen into a trap, and taught this foul-mouthed guy to be trapped.Perhaps Lin Yulang could really see that the black opal is expensive, and it is definitely not worthy of us ruthless people. The so-called "a man is not guilty, but a jade is a crime" is about this reason.Perhaps he had also speculated: Tian Tianliang ran into such an embarrassing couple with cold eyes, maybe they were a nest of little thieves who just succeeded in Ye Lai, why didn't they give them a black eye? No matter what idea Lin Yulang came up with, he regretted it within a few seconds—but he saw Sun Xiaoliu stretched out a straight finger and pointed towards a six-inch-wide mahogany pillar beside the cabinet. He poked it up and saw that he poked effortlessly, as if poking into a piece of sponge cake, and his index finger sank into it without disturbing even a single powder crumb.Sun Xiaoliu moved his fingers up and down, leaving six round holes on the mahogany pillar in an instant. Lin Yulang stopped waving his hands, leaned down from the table, opened another drawer, and gave Wu a begging look, almost with a look of despair, and said, "How much did you talk about?" Xiao Wu asked for 30,000 yuan and 300 hundred-yuan bills, and we each picked up a stack and stuffed them into our respective pockets.From this moment on, I listened to what Xiao Wu said, and I was convinced from the bottom of my heart—including her waving a taxi and heading for Hsinchu, where she changed to the Highway Bureau Zhongxing, all the way back to Taipei , I changed a few more taxis.It was just after 8:40 when I arrived at the school gate, which was exactly the time for the first regular morning class of Fu Jen Catholic University. On the road, Xiao Wu always sat next to me, and Sun Xiaoliu always sat in the front seat or the back seat, looking around from time to time to search, as if there were some ghosts and ghosts waiting for an opportunity to move around.Until I took a bullet on the stone steps at the door of the dormitory, no matter whether it was consciously or subconsciously, I always regarded her sister and brother’s turbulent behavior as a harmless child’s play; just like the children in the village when I was a child Little ghosts play games like "Travel Tracking", "Land, Sea and Air Battle" or "Fairy Tiger Dog". There are those who run away and those who chase;Generally speaking, we are just playing a game that even when we grow up, we can't get tired of playing it. When I was a child, I described those game scenes in an essay, calling it "frightening practice with imagination as the only toy".In a few narrow alleys where even a dog wags its tail to the wall, we play the role of hunter and prey; we don't know what kind of pursuit we will encounter, nor what kind of search we should engage in.Usually we can make out some mark on the corner wall tiles made with a sharp stone chip or a super knife, but-in most cases-we can't tell that the mark is a lost friend of "the same country". The guidance or call signal left by the companion, or the communication code between the enemies waiting in "another country".Of course, it may also be a kind of trap that invites you into the urn.We even often encounter such a situation: everyone forgets the marks on the wall tiles, which are actually relics of the last or last game; Everyone's memory makes us imagine the current game more complicated and more dangerous through misreading and misunderstanding. For almost all the children, the climax was usually when the hostile parties, or all three, all in unison ceased their stealthy stealth and gathered under street lamps to argue over the meaning of the marks.In the debate, the original hostile situation will suddenly change, and the contradictions within the "same country" will begin to emerge and rise, and those who leave wrong marks and misunderstand the meaning of the marks will be immediately excluded. Go home - in the next game, most of them can form a brand new "another country". For me, the most interesting part of the game is something else entirely.I used to sneak home before the debate started, and then quietly re-enter the scene after everyone had broken up, shining a small flashlight on each faintly stroked mark, thinking and deciding whether it "actually" or "should be" What does "is" and "absolutely" mean.In the depths of the hustle and bustle of the dark alley, my own game officially debuted, and the lineup of participating characters is extremely huge; there are ancient swordsmen I read from story books, and detectives, killers, and beauties I have seen in movies And villains, and playmates in my life - but in the reality of childhood, they never paid attention to my command and dispatch. When Xiao Wu was on the way to the car drive, holding Xu Laosan's black leather booklet and explaining the use of the more than 500 pages of codes to me, I didn't really mean it. On the contrary, from time to time, I think of the scenes of running and hiding alone in the narrow alleys of the old Fuhua New Village in my childhood, chasing and fleeing like a serious matter, and talking to myself at any time.I think I've been secretly laughing--I always remember that slight mocking smile that hung somewhere between the corners of my mouth and my heart; In addition, "I have studied so much" and "I have read so many books"), I have not grown up at all, and the people and things I have encountered are so immature, just like children's play! At 8:45, only a quarter of an hour before the opening of the oral examination, we came to the entrance of the cafeteria of the Faculty of Arts deep in the campus. I finally couldn’t help it and burst out laughing. The little five sisters (maybe there are some students passing by who are busy with the final exam?) were obviously taken aback by my sudden burst of laughter, making them look around, left and right, not knowing what to do. But he laughed even harder - isn't it really funny?All of you have solemn expressions and dignified manners, as if such an overwhelming and life-and-death crime is about to happen, is happening, or even has happened.But, how do I know: Maybe all of this is just a game played by an adult world pretending to be serious? Maybe I fell apart at that moment.It is not unreasonable to speculate like this; I have been completely isolated from the whole world for more than half a year, have fabricated a 300,000-word academic paper, and witnessed everything that violates the laws of nature, rules of thumb, and common sense of science. Danger to life" warning, to participate in a thesis oral exam that is absolutely impossible to pass.Of course I have a reason to crumble. However, lunatics obviously also have the sharp reason of lunatics—in my uncontrollable laughter, I felt every gaze full of surprise, astonishment, pity, and pity from around me, as if From a young child trying to be an adult.When they saw me smiling like that, they might think that I was suffering from epilepsy, so at a certain moment, they would be glad that they were very healthy and normal, and did not enter the state of delirium.Guessing what they were thinking, I couldn't help laughing louder and more excitedly.At one point, I wanted to raise my head and explain to those unfamiliar faces: I just took two childhood friends to visit the dormitory I used to live in when I was in college, before the oral exam was held, that's all.However, even if I thought about it this way, it would trigger a sensitive and trembling nerve deep in my diaphragm and trigger a more unbearable gimmick—because I suddenly saw the blue background of "Men Guests Stop" hanging on the door of the dormitory. White plastic sign!The school did not know when it began to transfer the entire boys' dormitory to girls.My mouse's nest and even the books, data, daily necessities, and garbage that were not removed in time were all handed over to people from "another country" for use.My college life, teenage finale, and golden years have lost all verifiable landmarks.So I laughed even more, and finally shook my head. At this moment, I heard Xiao Wu say to Sun Xiaoliu: "Get brother Zhang a glass of water, and I'll call Xu Laosan." About a few seconds after they left, it seemed like Someone punched me on the back of my heart like a prank with something like the tip of an umbrella—at least that’s how I felt at the moment—I couldn’t stabilize my figure, and I walked towards the wall from the short step wall where the stones were washed at the door of the dormitory. I fell forward, the so-called dog eating shit, and knocked on the edge of the steps. Blood gushed out from the nostrils and the tip of my mouth, and I passed out. What happened in the next two or three hours was always like fragments to me, which is why I always think about it and can't figure it out in the future.In fact, I only fainted for less than a minute, and the little five sisters and brothers rushed into the crowd amidst a burst of shouts and noises, and helped me up.I felt Sun Xiaoliu's two fingers groping my back for a while, and I heard him whisper to Xiao Wu, "Brother Zhang was shot, but fortunately there is a vest worn by Brother Xu, so it shouldn't be a problem." The next conscious scene was in the examination hall.The master's thesis oral examination example of our Institute is in the living room of the director's office of the institute. There is a wall clock on the wall facing north in the hall. The hands on the clock face point to 9:02. Three old gentlemen.The one on the far right is the director of the institute, Professor Wang Jingzhi, the one on the left is supposed to be my advisor, Mr. Ye Qingbing, and the one in the middle must be hired from another school—another interview committee member we call "the surgeon". .However, no matter how I look at it, what is wrong, first of all, I found that the person on the left has a face with the same character, which is steaming purple, and it does not look like my advisor at all.Secondly, the one in the middle kept talking about cooking, culinary skills and other topics, and fiddled with two shiny silver things like chopsticks in his right hand from time to time, which seemed even less likely to come. The "knife" who cut my thesis.In addition, Director Wang Jingzhi was not at all like the grim and stern look on my face when he saw me on weekdays.On the contrary, he looked very excited and very happy. The best I can remember happened at about nine forty-five.At that time, my back was numb, my head was swollen and painful, and I realized that I might have a slight concussion, and I was only thinking about how my fifth sister and brother placed me in the examination room, and what happened to them .However, no matter how hard I tried to focus my attention on thinking or observing even a simple object, I couldn't.All the sense organs seem to have their own flags and support soldiers, fighting against each other and firing at each other, which seems to be fighting for each other's victory.If I turn my eyes to see, I cannot hear a sound; if I turn my ears to hear, I am like a blind man.Starting at about 9:45, this situation lasted for an hour or two.As far as the fragments of memories for many years after the event are concerned, most of what the three examination committee members talked about at that time was the reference data of my thesis.One (I really can't remember which one) kept trying to convince Director Wang that the books I cited were all first-hand materials, and there were many rumors of rare materials recently unearthed in mainland China. literature.Director Wang, as if he was unwilling to easily defend a child who was wrongly praised by outsiders, repeatedly emphasized that I quoted too few basic historical materials and original texts, while I used too many unproven and rare books to make use of them.Just the dispute above is enough to make my scalp feel like an infinitely inflatable ball, bursting at any time.Then I noticed that the purple-faced man who should be Professor Ye Qingbing would nod and smile at me from time to time, as if intending to imply to me: don’t worry, don’t be upset, be happy. "Don't Worry, be happy" Bobby, the old jazz song originally sung by McFerrin, the very Latin-style song-to be honest: when I look at his face with the same name, I am full of Bobby Than, that song by McFerrin.Even—maybe for a short while—I couldn't help humming the tune of "Don't Worry, be happy". It was almost half past eleven before I regained my spirits a little. I was startled when I saw the time indicated by the big wall clock on the wall. The first doubt in my heart was: where did the time go?I still maintained a straight sitting posture, and began to think about what was going on in this interview?Where did these two strangers come from?Why does Director Wang look so happy?Also, why didn't I have to answer a single question after the whole interview?Or in the midst of my confusion, I have answered something, but I can't remember it at all. "I'm sorry—" I finally couldn't hold back any longer, raised my right hand timidly, and said, "May I ask what's wrong, Teacher Ye?" The three elders in the seat looked at each other, as if they were not unhappy because of my reckless question;一阵短暂的寂静过后，手里拨弄着一双银筷子的圆脸老者忽然大笑出声道：“好孩子——我说是个好孩子罢？到底还是惦记着庆炳兄。” 同字脸的老者接着朝我指了指，附和道：“王所长，此子谦恪恬厚，不闻《易经·谦卦》有谓：“亨，君子有终”，这才是贵系贵所的风范。看他屈躬下物、先人后己；能够以此处世，日后当然能够“所在皆通”的。” 王所长似乎勉为其难地接受了这听来十分夸张的赞美，冲我笑了笑，道：“方才不是说了么，闹咳嗽闹了几个月，非作个详细的检查不可，今天出不了院，才请龙教授代一代的。此外倒没什么消息了。” “敬谦兄名字里有个“谦”字，这〈谦卦〉的卦辞自然是熟极而流了。”玩儿筷子的老者立刻抢道：“既然说到“君子有终”，我倒想考考敬谦兄了——你可听说过“君子有终”是一道菜？” “哦？”那龙敬谦教授闻旨一愣，道；“以伟兄说的可是《齐民要术》引《广志》所述的“君子芋”？那么这道菜该同芋头有关喽？” 话说到这里，王所长意味深长地瞄了我一眼，随即道：“既然大春的论文里也引了《齐民要术》轶文，他一定也读过《齐民要术》的正文，郑教授何不让大春来说。” 一时之间，我还不知道王所长之所以倏忽突袭一记是当眞对我有着无比的信心，还是根本存心拆穿我捏造什么鬼轶文的谎言？正盘算着该如何逃过这一劫，却听那郑以伟教授又朗声笑了起来，道：“大春要是答了上来，我这教授衔儿也送与你了。” 这一下麻烦了，我的脑袋像是给轰然捣开了一个马蜂窝，里头猛地冲窜出成千上万的嗡嗡祟嚷的翅虫，不得而已地应声扯道：“《诗经·邶风》的〈终风〉篇说到“终风且暴/顾我则笑”，《毛传》以为这“终风”是终日刮的风，不过《韩诗》以为是“西风”。如果说是一整天刮一阵风，这风就像台风了。按诸地理言之，邶国大概不会刮台风；换言之：倒是《韩诗》所解的“西风”为可信一些。倘若依《韩诗》所言，那么“终风”应该就是指大风、狂风、暴风。” 同字脸的龙敬谦教授和圆脸的郑以伟教授同时笑着点了点头，齐声道：“那么“君子有终”呢？”其中郑以伟教授还像是“做球”给我出手一般地补了几句：“《齐民要术》里既然引出“君子芋”来，同这大风、狂风、暴风又有些什么关系呢？” 偏在这一刻，我忽然有一个奇特的感觉：这两位教授好像不是来考较我的学位资格的，反而是来帮我个忙，准备让我混成一名硕士的。仅此一念掠过，我的胆子陡然大了起来，漫声应道：““终风且暴”之句在原诗里是个譬喻，所喻者好像是庄姜的丈夫庄公偶尔会狂性发作打老婆，有时候虽然“顾我则笑”，可始终没把这老婆当个应该疼惜、怜爱的人儿。从这里说起来，终风不只是大风、狂风、暴风，还有坏脾气、发怒的意思，今天我们说“火大了”、“光火了”就是这意思。 所以郑教授问：“君子有终”是道什么菜？我想就是大火烧芋头罢？ " “而且是大芋头。”郑以伟教授“叮铃铃”夹两下银筷子，乐道：“《广志》上说到蜀汉之地推广老百姓种芋头，以大小分等级，共十四等；君子芋最大，体积近斗。这种芋用大火烧烤，不多时外皮就焦了，里头还是生的，可别说它不好吃，老饕才得识味——要吃就吃那焦熟的皮下和半生未熟的瓤子之间有那么薄薄的一层，不软不脆、不甜不淡、不腻不涩，带些炭火味儿、又带些生瓜香，正是君子人的质性、蕴藉。这道菜——呃这道题，大春算是答上来了。” “算是答上来了。”龙敬谦教授也忙点着头道：“后生可畏，后生果然可畏。”然而王所长似乎仍不觉惬意，一面翻看着我的论文，一面若有所指地说道：“可是咱们还是得回到大春这论文上看，两位是不是还可以多提些问题？毕竟这里头还有相当多可疑之处呢！” 那龙敬谦教授闻言之下立即接道：“我倒是有一惑不解，得请教请教——在你论文的第二章、第二节、第六段讲到了董仲舒和他的《春秋繁露》，可是却没提到主父偃窃稿的故事，这一点极不寻常——” “对对对！”郑以伟教授也迭忙帮着腔道：“既然要指陈武帝外儒内法，且独擅权术，怎么连《汉书》本传里明明写了的，这么重要的一则证据都漏了呢？” 他们说的我当然知道。那是发生在汉武帝建元六年，辽东高庙和长陵高园殿两地闹火灾，董仲舒闭门在家，据《春秋》推演这两起灾变的缘由——这原本是董仲舒个人钻硏的一套怪学问；他从秦汉以来的阴阳家那里转借了些灾异、符命的神秘解说，试图迎合武帝喜言天人相感的胃口，以便推广他自己埋藏在诸般神道仪式底下的儒学礼义。草稿写出，还没来得及修改考订，却被主父偃偷了去，背地里奏闻武帝。武帝其实早就侦知董仲舒外饰灾异符命的皮毛、内拥礼乐教化的骨血，所以故意找来诸儒评讲，还特别挑上了董仲舒的弟子吕步舒。吕步舒一不知此中另有君王的谋、二不知那草稿竟是本师所作，遂当庭斥之为“下愚”之见。这一下主父偃才说：此稿出自董仲舒之手。主父偃和武帝这一段“双簧”演下来，当即把个董仲舒下狱问死，随后再诏赦”一番，吓得董仲舒再也不敢打着灾异的幌子搞眞儒学了。 这一段说来容易，可我在美满新城一巷七号杜撰论文的那几个月身边根本没有《汉书》，哪里去查引抄录呢？然而，若是坦白承认我连《汉书》都没准备就写成了论文，还来混口试干嘛呢？ “不过，”龙敬谦教授没待我答话，径自抢道：“以伟兄，能看出汉武帝外儒内法的门道，已然别具只眼，少引一则材料倒显得清爽。” “可不？”郑以伟教授把双银筷子朝左掌心里一拍，像个说相声的找着了哏，虎瞪起眼道：“今年我看了十六、七本论文，眞教亮眼的观点没有几个，夹七缠八的书钞倒有百把万言。大春这一本的确清爽——” “而且能遍读那么些珍本、善本的原典，显见花了不少“上穷碧落下黄泉”的工夫。”龙敬谦教授说着，身躯往椅背里一靠，吁了口长气，道：“尤其是荀悦那本《汉纪外编》、刘珍那本《东观汉书拾遗》，还有常洵传那本《淮南子竹简考释》，这三本书太难得了；我还以为普天之下唯独我架上的是孤本呢！” 此言一出，我却不由得打了个哆嗦——他说的这三本书无一不是出于我的捏造，其中“常洵传”根本是我初中同学的名字——之所以用他的名字纯粹是因为我不善于编造人物姓名的缘故。可是，这位龙敬谦教授为什么会说他也有这些其实并不存在的书呢？更令人觉得不可思议的是郑以伟教授接下来的一句话，他看一眼王所长，作势起身，道：“那么，就恭喜了罢？” 王所长毫不迟疑地先离了座，同两位教授握手，再绕过长桌的一端，走到我的面前，脸上绽开了笑容，眉心却微微蹙着，道：“恭喜你通过了考试；你先到门口等一会儿，我和两位教授要商量一下你的分数。” 小五姊弟俩一左一右，就像两尊门神一样，面朝外，站在走廊上。听见我出来了，赶忙簇拥过来，怎样怎样问了个热闹，我随便敷衍两句，盯住孙小六的一双眸子，反口问道：“刚才到底怎么回事？有人放了我一枪？” “呃——”孙小六一迟疑，又缩头挠手露出一副孬蛋像：“没什么，放枪的人离得太远，张哥又穿了“壳子”，不碍事的。” “我好像昏过去了。”我开始极力想要回忆起脑门摔在石阶上之后那短暂的几分钟里所发生的事，然而无论如何却不能够，彷佛我生命中就有那么一个，以及稍后的两个、三个……连到底几个我都不知道的空洞。在意识的底层，我其实明确地知道：背后飞来一颗子弹也许没什么可怕，眞正恼人的是那些个空洞里究竟充塡了些汁么？“后来怎么了？” 孙小六朝我身后的考堂木门呶呶嘴：“来两个老头儿，把你搀到这里来的。” “什么老头儿？是龙教授和郑教授。”小五推搡了他一把，道：“他们不是你的教授吗？” 没等我答腔，孙小六接着道：“有一个还跟姊说：“眞快，都这么大一个姑娘家了。”奇怪，我们又不认识他。” 小五白了她弟一眼，似乎对他那碎碎叨叨的话题十分不耐烦，索性抢着问我：“你自己怎么了？跟着了疯魔似地，胡天胡地乱笑，吓死人了。” 就在此际，考堂的门开了。那身躯极为高大的郑以伟教授当先跨步而出，跟我握握手，道声：“恭喜！”这还不算，扭身他又同孙小六和小五也握起手来，说的是：“辛苦了、辛苦了。”话才说着，我身后一挤——次一个出来的龙教授赫然也是个高大胖硕而挺拔的老汉；他的手比之郑教授既温且厚，握上去的一刹那间彷佛戴上了一只热烘烘的棉手套。握时自不免又是一阵“恭喜”，然而他说完了却没有松手的意思，半拽半拱地把我拖出几步开外，突然压低声说：“大春！切记切记——从今而后，无论如何不要独自一个人出入任何地方。” "what?" “无论如何不要独自一个人出入任何地方！”他又说了一遍，那张同字脸上倏忽像掀开一只蒸笼盖儿那样漫出一阵紫气来。我正诧异这人脸怎么会犹似一块调色盘那样，他却抽个冷子昂起钟磬般的嗓子，道：“可惜你读了那么些书，都读了个七零八碎儿。” “有朝一日——”郑以伟教授这时依旧用那种枭鸟夜啼呼笑之声横里截过来，道：“有朝一日人家把这些零碎儿掺合起来，汇入一鼎而烹之；自凡是火候到了，未必不能大快吾等朵颐呢！” 两位教授说到这里，相互欠了欠身，结果让个头儿几乎高出一指的郑以伟教授先行，龙敬谦教授在后，临去时回头朝小五挥了挥手，再瞄了我一眼，笑道：“好、好、好得很呢！” 此刻之后的事，我祇记得王所长一步迈近我身边，脸上挂着笑容目送那两个渐行渐远的魁梧背影，嘴里却叹了口气，沉声道：“要不是碰上这两位惜才如金，你这四年可就算白混了——还有你那本论文，我看还是烧了的好！” 我猜想他此刻的心情是极其矛盾的——一方面他为我侥幸混到了一个学位而高兴，一方面更为那篇满纸荒唐言的论文而不安——其实我又何尝不是如此？然而，最顽强骨鲠的疑惑是：两位教授怎么一松手就放我溜过了门坎？带着这个疑惑，我转身朝王所长深深一鞠躬，说了声：“对不起，老师。”我的意思不祇是为一篇胡说八道的论文辜负了他的教诲而道歉，也为我带来的疑惑和不安而道歉。在鞠躬的当时，我当然无从解释；此后多年，我更未曾向任何人提及这一点。或许是出于一定程度的蓄意掩藏罢；每当有人问起或向我索取我那本“听说写了三十万字”的硕士论文，我就说：“早就不知道扔到哪儿去了”、“不値得看的”、“完全没有什么参考价値”。我确乎烧掉了手边仅存的几部，有如罪犯湮灭证物一般唯恐残留一丁点儿蛛丝马迹。但是绝大多数听说过这本一度存在过的《西汉文学环境》的人都以为我这是出于中文系学者必然的行事风格。他们若不是误会我谦抑自持、就是怀疑我拥学自重。这种加诸于我的标签无论出自善意与否，都是不正确的；而我忙着逃亡——对于一个逃亡者来说，任何错误的认识都毋须辩解，因为它们总是最好的掩护。 是以我逐渐从意识的深处离开了学校、离开了这个培育我八年的系所、离开了老庄孔孟程朱陆王、离开了汉赋唐诗宋词元曲、离开了原本我以为可以托蔽于斯、终老于斯的一个华丽古典世界。鞠着那个躬的时候，我在饿得姑咕叫的肚子里跟自己说：“如果我再回来，一定是个骗子。”想必是出于羞惭的缘故——当我鞠了躬、道了歉、转身随小五姊弟俩的背影疾步趋出之际，根本不敢去看王所长的表情。也就在那一刻，我大约恍然悟觉：为什么早上在已然物是人非的宿舍前我会那样一无节制地纵声大笑——其实我是想哭的，祇是我不太会哭（也许缘于缺乏练习之故）；我从未拥有那种认眞哭泣的能力。 从民国七十二年六月十四日的口试现场回到民国八十一年七月十三日家父的书房，祇须一眨眼的工夫。这个老人并不知道我大叫着想起来的一切其实已然被我刻意隐瞒了整整九年，他以为我从“白邪谱”中找着了认得的名字，遂回过头来，像是露出一丝笑容地说：“从年岁上看，我猜是这个“洪子瞻”。对不对？” 我摇摇头，道：“我想起是谁告诉我“无论如何不要独自一个人出入任何地方”的。”然后我说了那两个名字——龙敬谦和郑以伟——并且告诉他：是这两位教授主持通过了我的硕士论文口试。 家父听着，上半身似乎不由自主地颤抖了两下，随即扭回头去，伸手往计算机键盘上敲了几下，过了几秒钟，我看见那方黑色屛幕上出现了“龙敬谦”和“郑以伟”的反白字样。家父接着又按了十几个我来不及辨识的字键，又过了大约半分钟之久，那六个字在转瞬间消失，变成了另外两组三个字的姓名：“钱静农”和“魏谊正”。 “如此看来——”家父索性把那副看来像是怎么扶也扶不住的眼镜摘了，吐了一口大气，缓缓说道：“你早就招惹上这批人物了。果然是无所遁逃于天地之间啊！”