Chapter 6 The Fourth Death of the Mountain City

The spring snow has melted, and there are clear springs flowing down from the high mountains after the snow has melted. But in the depths of the white clouds on the top of the mountain, the snow that has existed since ancient times is still shining with silver light. In this silver-white world, everything rarely changes, and it can even be said that there is no change. Only life changes. But here, there is almost no life at all. When Li Huai arrived here, he already felt this. He doesn't care. Because he already had that mysterious affection he never dreamed of, a woman he never dreamed he would have, which gave him a new life.

He also brought life to the world. But for Li Huai this morning, everything in the world has been destroyed. Li Huai has been here for 117 days, 1404 hours. Every day, every hour, every moment is full of tenderness that cannot be melted away. The month is not cold. The softness of moonlight is something ordinary people will never be able to appreciate. Li Huai is proud of himself and proud of himself, because what he has obtained is something that others will never be able to obtain. A sword has two fronts, and everything has its pros and cons. When you get what you cherish most, you will often lose what you cherish most. The more you gain, the more you lose.

In all kinds of tenderness, Li Huai often suddenly felt that he had a pain that he had never had before. He is afraid of losing. He is afraid of losing the one woman he loves the most in his life. From the very beginning, he had the feeling that sooner or later he was bound to lose her. This morning he felt that way. This morning, strangely quiet, strangely cold, and strangely beautiful, was no different from the other one hundred and seventeen mornings. The difference is that this morning, there is no one around Li Huai. What about people? People have gone, gone like a dream, mist and smoke.

Without leaving a word, without leaving a single word, he just left. ——You really just left like this? Really, everything is true, love is also true, dreams are also true, gathering is also true, separation is also true. ——Where in the world is more real than parting. Li Huai started to break down again. Li Huai eats, Li Huai drinks, Li Huai prostitutes, Li Huai gambles, Li Huai gets drunk. He eats, but he can't eat, he gambles, he can't lose the bet, he whores, or someone else may be whoring him. So he was only drunk. But what about drunk?I hope I won't wake up after being drunk. This is just an empty dream of the poet.

Who can stay drunk forever? Who can understand the emptiness and loneliness that suddenly hits like a cold wind when you wake up? A rootless prodigal son always hopes to find a root of his own. So Li Huai returned to that mountain city. This small mountain city, like the everlasting snow on a high mountain, has rarely changed. But when Li Huai came back this time, he had completely changed. The hillside changed. The distant mountains are still there, and the bluestones, green trees, red flowers, and loess under the distant mountains are still there, but the mountain city is no longer there.

The people in the mountain city are also gone. In Li Huai's mind, this mountain city seemed to have existed since ancient times, and it would exist forever, but now it suddenly disappeared. This mountain city has turned into a dead city. A dead chicken, a half-dead dog, a dead loess street, a broken window that was rattled by the wind, a cold stove with no fire, a broken empty jug, An empty steamer with the bottom turned upside down and not even a moldy steamed bun inside. A man who was as dead as the dog. This person was the only person Li Huai saw when he returned to the mountain city.

He knew this man, of course he knew this man. Because this person is the old man Zhang who runs a steamed bun shop. "How did this place become like this? What about those people here? What's going on here?" Li Huai spent a lot of effort to ask old man Zhang, but he still couldn't get a result. Old man Zhang was already starving like the dog and seemed to be dying. Li Huai took out all the edible and drinkable things in his luggage and gave them to the man and the dog, so now the dog can bark again, and the man can talk. It's a pity that there is only one word in a man's speech. Although he keeps saying this word, there is still only one word, the word "ke".

"Cocoa, cocoa, cocoa, cocoa..." He repeated this word over and over again, and he didn't know how many times he said it, and he didn't know how many times he would say it again. Li Huai cried out, almost jumping up. He hadn't heard this name for a long time, why did old man Zhang keep calling her name repeatedly at this time? The mountain city is dead. Is there anyone else in this dead city who can survive besides old man Zhang. "What about Coco?" Li Huai asked, "Is she still alive?" Old man Zhang raised his head to look at him, a light suddenly flashed in his dull and confused old eyes.

So Li Huai finally saw Coco again. The back garden of Fangzhuang has been deserted. In the deserted courtyard, among the desolate and desolate courtyards, there are three pine huts deep in the withered vegetation. The night is already very deep. There is only a little light in the barren garden. Li Huai followed old man Zhang and saw a small wooden house. The lamp is in the house, and people are under the lamp. A man who had become so thin that he was almost out of shape, with a pale and obsessed face. cocoa. "Li Huai, you bad brat, you're really dead." She has been saying these three sentences over and over again, her heart has been completely broken, and everything in the world has also been broken into pieces with her broken heart, except for these three sentences , she has been unable to connect anything in the world together.

A woman with a broken heart will also have broken thoughts. Li Huai's heart was also broken, but he still had that cute and hateful smile on his face. At this moment, in this situation, what can he do if he doesn't smile, don't you tell him to cry. "Ke Ke, I'm Li Huai, I'm that bad kid who's necrotic, I'm so bad that I'm about to be mad at myself." Li Huai said, "A bad person like me is already so bad. I can't find a second one either, so I believe you must still recognize me." Coco doesn't seem to recognize him at all. When Ke Ke saw him, it was as if she had never seen this person in her life.

When Ke Ke saw him, it didn't look like he was looking at a person at all, it was like looking at a pile of shit. Then Coco gave him a slap in the face. This slap really hit Li Huai's face, and Li Huai smiled instead, very happily. "You still know me, I know you must still know me, otherwise you wouldn't hit me." "I know you?" Ke Ke still looked obsessed, "Do I know you?" Li Huai nodded. Just as he nodded, he got another slap. He likes being slapped by her, that's why he gets slapped by her. He himself knew that he was sorry for her, so even if she slapped her eight hundred and seventy-six times, he was willing to do so. He didn't get eight hundred and seventy-six slaps, he only got three slaps. Because when the crazy and obsessed Miss Coco slapped him on the face for the third time, her thumb also touched the "Yingxiang Point" under his nose at the same time. So Li Huai broke again. The old mansion, the deep courtyard, has an indescribable solemnity in the desolation. Thousands of red plum blossoms, several couplets of old houses, courtyards and pavilions, among them, a lonely old man, sitting alone under the eaves of the corridor, seems to have been cut off from the world for a long time. It's not that the world wants to isolate him, but that he wants to isolate the world. A tall and mighty old man with silver hair like him walked across the snow-covered courtyard with a footstep that was almost lighter than that of a civet cat. Almost no footprints were left on the snow. The tall and mighty old man came to him, and suddenly seemed to have become much shorter. "We already have news about the young master." "Go and bring him back." The lonely old man suddenly had light in his eyes, "No matter where his people are, no matter what method you use, you must bring him back."