Chapter 18 Chapter 4 Sanxian's Lament

A narrow alley, a noodle stall, a dim light, an old man, and a long pipe. It was late at night, and the snow was still falling. At this time, in this weather, who else will come to eat noodles? Old man Chen knows that no one will come out for supper at this time, and he also knows that the braised vegetables and noodles should have been put away long ago, but he always Sell ​​until dawn.He thinks about not doing it every day, but when he thinks of those poor friends who have to go there to eat noodles every day, he still sells them until dawn every day.The noodles here are not only delicious, but also cheap, and you can buy them on credit.If old man Chen suddenly stopped selling for one day, those people would probably starve.The sky is so cold, the ground is so cold, every day is so long and hard, and life is so short, why did he sell it so late?Why don't you go to bed earlier? ——A person’s life is not just for himself. There are many people in this world who live for others. If you have already taken on a burden, don’t just let it go.Old man Chen sighed inwardly, pressed down the remaining shredded tobacco in the pipe with his thumb, and then sucked vigorously one mouthful at a time.The fire that was already dying out was lit up again.Smoke slowly spewed out from old man Chen's nostrils.

This noodle stall is in the alley behind the prison, and it happens to be to the left of Lao Gaixian's door.So sometimes the old Gaixian who had nothing to do often went to chat with old man Chen and drink.Old man Chen's hot and sour noodles are the most suitable for Lao Gaixian's taste, especially in the freezing night, it is really a great joy in life to eat a bowl of Guanwei's hot and sour noodles.Tonight, old Gaixian hid in bed very early, but he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, as if there were thousands of unsolvable things bothering him.Finally he decided to go to old man Chen's place for a few drinks. It might be easy to hit "time" when two lonely old men are together. Looking at him with kindness." Are you sick? "Old man Chen's voice is also full of surprise." Sick? "Old Gaican was taken aback." No! "I'm not sick. You're not asleep in bed at this time. What are you doing here?" "" Let me pour you a few glasses of wine! "Old Gaixian found a seat to sit down." "In this kind of bird weather, if I don't drink a few glasses, I'm really sorry for myself."

"same as usual?" "correct." "Yes, yes." Old man Chen muttered to himself while chopping vegetables. "Every time you cut five dishes, there are still five dishes left." He didn't know that some people don't eat vegetables when they drink.Even if it is called food, it is only used for embellishment and viewing. It's like a person who is lonely to death in the middle of the night. He has big fish, big meat, and high-quality wine at home, and he is willing to go to the roadside stall to eat and drink.What he eats is not wine and food, but the presence of people and the presence of people there.

A plate of dried tofu, a plate of pig ears, a plate of white cut meat, a plate of stewed beef, and a plate of peanuts. Five dishes of side dishes are placed on the table, two glasses and two jugs of wine. Old Gaixian and Old Man Chen sat facing each other.In front of each person is a glass and a jug of wine. There is wine in the glass, and the knife is burned. "With a pot of wine in front of the table, how many times can I sleep more?" Lao Gaixian drank a cup. "If you want to go to the place where you want to stay, you will be a drinker at the next table." Old man Chen refused to admit defeat, and also took a drink.

Old Gaixian watched him drink a cup, smiled at Xi, turned his head and looked outside the door, at the night sky, and into the distance. "People talk a lot." Lao Gaixian said with emotion, "In fact, they are not chattering, they are just afraid of silence." This is the truth.Old people talk a lot and are trivial, but it doesn't mean they are nagging. They are just afraid of silence. "Quiet", such an ordinary word, is also such a difficult word to understand. The old man talks too much because he is afraid of being speechless. Animals make noise because they are afraid of silence.

"So the older you are, the more you talk and nagging." Old man Chen ate three mouthfuls of food. "Are you right?" "Yes." Lao Gaixian also ate three mouthfuls of food. "Of course." "Actually, their nagging is based on experience." Old Man Chen sighed. "But the younger generation is not willing to listen, nor is it willing to obey." "That's why there are always old people and young people in this world." Old Man Chen smiled. "It is the same now, and it will be the same in a thousand years." Lao Gaixian said with a big smile, "This is the same principle for thousands of years."

The laughter of the two spread out from the small noodle stall, gradually rippling in the night sky. Ripple, ripple. Before the laughter of the two of them stopped, a strange expression suddenly appeared on their faces. ——No matter what kind of expression that is, it is definitely not a happy expression. In the dead silence of the night, a low, mournful three-stringed cymbal sound suddenly came from the distance with the night wind. At this moment, in this situation and in this situation, the sound of the sanxian sounds as if it has not come from hell. ——The voice from hell, have you heard it?

What kind of music is Xianle?One by one no one has heard. Voices from hell—have you heard it, no. Absolutely no one has ever heard of it. If there is a "music sound" that sounds like it can change your mind, or even melt your whole body, people must think that this "music sound" is fairy music.Old Gaixian and Old Man Chen haven't melted yet, they are already intoxicated, drunk in the sound of the Sanxian. The sound of the string is approaching, and at the same time as the sound of the string is the sound of a person's footsteps. Although the narrow alley is narrow, it is not long. At the entrance of the alley, there appeared an old man playing the sanxian with his hands in his arms.

His figure should have been tall, but now he has shrunk and hunched like a shrimp, his hair has begun to turn gray, and there are so many wrinkles on his face that you can't count them for a while.In this weather and at this time, why did he come to the narrow alley to eat noodles?Or come here to play the sanxian, if he is here to play the sanxian, who will he play it to, the sound of the strings is monotonous, but it is easy to penetrate into the depths of people's hearts.One by one, the past events that were locked in the bone marrow that he did not want to remember were drawn out one by one.

Old Gaixian and the others still sat there quietly, intoxicated quietly. The sound of the sanxian is mournful, as if a spontaneous palace lady who has been in chaos for a long time is telling people the misery of life. Even if there is joy in life, it is just a fleeting cloud, and only sadness is eternal. , A person's life is so short, no matter who it is, it will be inevitable in the end. What is the purpose of life?Why struggle?Why suffer and suffer, why don't you understand that only death is eternal rest? There was a sound of "Zheng Gu", and then the sound of the strings began to tell the serenity and beauty of death, a kind of serenity and beauty that no one can describe in words, only his Sanxian can express. ——Because he himself was already addicted to the dream of "death".

The hand of the god of death seems to be helping him to pluck the three strings, urging people to give up everything and go to rest forever in the dream of death. There, there is neither suffering nor struggle for anyone. There, no one wants to kill, and no one wants to force others to kill. This kind of "string sound" is undoubtedly irresistible to anyone. Old man Chen's hands began to tremble, and his clothes were drenched in cold sweat. ——Since life is so miserable, why do we have to live on, the night is darker, and the strings are more sad. There is no hope, no light. The sound of strings seemed to be calling again, and old man Chen seemed to see his dead wife smiling "over there" waving to him again. Is she persuading him to enjoy that kind of peace and beauty, the snow is still falling, and the mournful strings seem to come out of nothingness at the same time as the snow.The ethereal string sound is like the call of distant relatives. In Lao Gaixian's heart, a strange induction had already occurred, and his whole body seemed to have melted into one with the string sound. Promises, murder and bloodshed, all of a sudden have become very far away. Lao Gaixian's whole body has been relaxed, and the sound of strings has led him into another kind of land, where there is no hostility, no knife, no murder, no violence, and no "promise".Old Gaixian's eyes gradually glowed with confusion, and his attitude gradually relaxed. But his hand was tightly gripping the bosom of the wine. Grip hard. Knuckles have turned white from exertion. The snow fell harder and harder, and the sound of the strings became more and more sad. Old man Chen was paralyzed.Old Gaixian's fingers turned whiter and were already trembling. Old Gaixian raised his hand holding the cup suddenly. When the hand is raised, the sound of the string stops and the string breaks. Why did he swing the cup and break the string? The old man who played the strings picked up his head and looked at him in surprise. The sound of the string breaking stopped, and Lao Gaixian collapsed, with cold sweat pouring out from his forehead, his face was so pale that it looked like white jade at night. "Even if the sound of my strings is not enough to reach the ears, but the sanxian is innocent, why did you break it?" The old man who played the string was angry and said, "why didn't you just break my head?" "The sanxian is innocent, and so are people." The old man Gai Xian said lightly: "It is better to break the string than to die." "I don't understand." "You should understand." Old Gaixian said, "But you really don't understand many things." He looked coldly at the old man playing the strings, and then said: "You let others know that life is short and death is inevitable, but they don't know that there are many kinds of death." ——Death can be as light as a feather, or as heavy as Mount Tai. "Since a person is born, even if he is going to die, he must die vigorously and with peace of mind." Old Gaixian said. ——The meaning of life is a continuous struggle. As long as you understand this, your life will not be meaningless.The misery of life is to be overcome by human beings themselves. The hairline of the old man playing the strings was covered with snowflakes.He walked slowly into the noodle stall, looking very distressed and depressed. "I live with nothing but pain." His voice sounded despondent, too. "Then you should find a way to do something meaningful to alleviate your pain, otherwise you will suffer the same pain even if you die." Old Gaixian said: "Death cannot solve any problems. Cowards who can't afford to be hit will use death to escape." "But my pain can only be solved by death." said the old man playing the string. "why?" "Because I..." The old man playing the strings kept speaking in a lower voice. Old Gaixian couldn't hear what he was saying at all. "What are you talking about, speak louder." Although the old man's mouth was moving, he still couldn't hear what he was saying.His head lowered lower and lower, as if in pain. "Speak louder." Old Gaixian was eager to hear why his pain could only be solved by death, so he leaned close to his face and asked loudly: "Why is your pain only solved by death?" "Because..." The old man raised his head and suddenly smiled . "Because if you don't die, I have to die." Before he could finish his sentence, the old man who played the string had wrapped the three-stringed string around the neck of old Gaixian. This sudden change scared the old man to death. Old Gaixian tried to pull the string with both hands, but the old man strangled harder.Old Gaixian's face was flushed red due to lack of ventilation.With a kick of both feet and a lift of the waist, the whole person rolled over the head of the old man playing the string. As soon as the person landed, the strings around his neck loosened. When old Gaixian was about to touch his neck, the string in the old man's hand pierced like a steel needle. Stab and stab and stab. The string is in the hands of the old man, just like the sword is in the hands of Xue Yiren. The thorns couldn't leave Lao Gaixian's throat, and in an instant the old man had stabbed five to five twenty-five thorns. Old Gaixian almost couldn't dodge the urgent serial thorns, but fortunately, there were many tables and chairs to use in the noodle stall. After finishing twenty-five stabs, the old man stopped suddenly and looked at Lao Gaixian quietly. "Okay, you deserve to be called 'Lovesick Swordsman'." Old Gaixian was taken aback, and looked at the old man suspiciously. "You—who are you?" The old man laughed peacefully. "Before tonight, no one knows me." The old man said, "From tomorrow onwards, people will talk about me." "You came here specially to kill me?" "Yes." The old man smiled and said, "You are the first of my twelve plans." "The Thirteenth Plan?" Old Gaixian asked, "What is the Thirteenth Plan?" "When you get to Hades, he will definitely tell you." "Okay." Old Gaixian also smiled. "When I get there, I must ask him." "Before you die, I will show you something." The old man playing the string untied a burden from behind. It turned out that there was a bundle tied behind his back. Old Gaixian didn't notice it just now, so he didn't see it either. The bundle was placed on the table, and the old man untied it slowly with a smug smile. "I guarantee that if you read this thing, you will not believe it, and you will be shocked." "I have lived for fifty or sixty years. I should be scared, but I have already been scared." "yes?" The old man finally untied the burden.He stretched out his hand to hold the things in the bundle, and then looked up at Old Gaixian. He raised his hand slowly, and a flash of light followed. Old Gaixian suddenly froze.As soon as the old man's hand left the burden, he had already seen what it was, but he hoped that his eyes were dazzled. When the old man's hand was fully raised, he couldn't believe it, so he was stunned and stunned.Impossible, how could this thing be in his hands? Old Gaixian opened his eyes wide and looked carefully. That's right. Old Gaixian shook his head in disbelief, and said softly, "How can you die?" The old man smiled triumphantly. "This is one of the main tools that helped me complete the Thirteenth Plan." What exactly is the old man holding in his hand, why does it frighten old Gaixian so much, what else in this world can surprise him and not believe it?The old man playing the strings was not holding anything special, it was just a weapon. A weapon with a rather strange shape. One is neither like a knife nor a sword, and although the striker is bent like a hook, it is not a Jun weapon. Old Gaixian stared at this strange weapon, and said in a trembling voice: "Farewell hook. "