Chapter 61 All the way to the same destination (4)

bumpy road.Sleeping in the long-distance bus traveling at night, the forest road that never came back kept appearing in my mind.Those long journeys that are almost impossible to reach the end sometimes pass through the dark forest immersed in the rain, and sometimes get lost in the white clouds and fog barriers on the top of the mountains.The mud path has the silent footprints of wild beasts, and the vegetation on both sides smells of their fur.Even in summer the ice and snow don't melt, and the flowers bloom in the snow...I suddenly feel like I'm a narrow escape, or have died there once.It is natural to live it all over again.

In Dunhuang, the whole day is immersed in the ancient murals with divinity.Impressed to see Cave 217.The Sutra of Fahua on the south wall is described according to the "Miaofa Lotus Sutra", in which there is a metaphor of Huacheng, which depicts mountains, waterfalls, bushes, rivers and hills.The flowers and plants are blooming.A procession of weary travelers is heading towards a magnificent palace.In fact, the story it wants to tell is that the traveler's journey is difficult and desolate, and he is attacked by wild beasts and threatened by dangers.They are physically and mentally exhausted and want to retreat.So the driver of the journey made a spell, turning into a city in the wilderness, allowing them to go in and rest, so as to move on.In fact, one side of the palace is a steep and towering cliff, and the river is rushing...

The room was silent and I could hear my own breathing.She paused, as if she was still in shock at the moment she faced the mural.Then she said softly, after walking out of the city, she still had to continue on her way.Life is so full of illusions.There is always hope.Also always hopeless.It suddenly occurred to me that Shansheng, Neihe and I are just doomed losers on the road, but we must do our best to walk this road.Life and death don't mean anything here... Life's lamps are running out, and the night is endless. She put out the cigarette butt, got up silently and left. Leaving Haidong the next morning, Qing Zhao personally cooked red bean and glutinous rice porridge for breakfast.I was very pleasantly surprised to be able to eat Zhejiang style food.After dinner, I said goodbye, and I was going to take the noon bus to Kunming, and then fly back to Beijing directly.Friends drove up to pick me up and waved goodbye to them.She told you that you can go around the Erhai Lake before returning to the ancient city, remember to pay attention to the clouds along the way.Slow down.She stood at the door of the house by the sea and watched me until the car turned the corner.Children, big dogs, and cats surround the feet.This plain-faced, clothed and barefooted woman looked completely calm and clear.It was as if she had forgotten everything she had experienced.

I turned to the last page of the notebook in the car and saw the text there: "In the early hours of the morning, she heard a slight sound in the room. It seemed that a strange man in the same room got up in the dark, fumbled to put on his clothes, opened the door and walked out of the room. The twilight was cool, and the white cotton shirt on his body suddenly disappeared at the corner of the door. Like the wings of a bird flying across the night sky, leaving no trace. The narrow wooden stairs of Rima Hotel creaked when stepped on, unable to bear the weight of the burden. Open your eyes and listen carefully. There is rustling rain outside the window , like silkworms kept in a cardboard box when I was a child, wriggling in large pieces on mulberry leaves, eating all night. Exuberant and continuous sound. The sound of rain.

She saw this man.He picked up his rucksack, leaned over, and the skylight projected from the curtain filled the room with a cool gray-blue light.He stroked the hair on top of her head.Turn around and leave.She lay there on her back, in the blue light of morning, and listened silently as he closed the door of the room.Walk down the corridor.Go down the stairs.Footsteps disappear.They bid farewell to the plateau city, as if they had left broken islands and each plunged into the vast sea. He is the source of transformation and life in another time and space.A teratofern, lost in the Late Carboniferous tropical forest, was copied from a rock fossil and then revived.Thin and silent leaf tips.Independent will that cannot be referenced.He will be lost in time and never heard from again.

In her dream, she saw the man who left the room in the early morning rain.She looked for him again.Gray dilapidated high-rise apartment buildings in deserted neighborhoods.The room is at the end of the corridor.To the south is the bedroom.A single bed covered with white sheets, English-style wallpaper with floral patterns, tangled branches and vines, dark outlines.There was a painted wooden door on the wall.Push it away, and it's a small bathroom.Outside the glass windows are the tops of buildings in the city's stone forest, one after another, like improvised and precarious building blocks that can be knocked down at any time.The white curtains were blown out of the window, fluttering in the wind.The sky was dazzlingly blue.A round of blood-red sun shone with scorching and poisonous light.

The man was lying naked in the bathtub filled with water, with his left arm drooping on the edge of the bathtub.Blood trickled down his wrists, palms and fingertips onto the floor.The cracked and dry off-white solid wood floor sucked the fresh blood, and before it could penetrate, it coagulated into black blood spots.His right hand is hidden in deep water.The water surrounding him was dark red, exuding a sweet and sticky aroma.His head was thrown back against the wall, tilted slightly to the left.The eyes are slightly opened, without any expression.Unshaven beard.The black hair is still stained with water.

She saw his death in a dream.Only once.I saw that he had not had time to grow old, and died under the sun of unknown time and place.The entire face was facing the sun, and was illuminated golden by the sun.It is like the last full sunflower disk in the summer field, carrying all its longing and remembrance of light.in this way.die in silence..."