Excerpt from Yang Chen's "The Two of Us"
When I first stayed at an inn, it could turn briskly into a dream. By this time, my dream was like a mud-stained poplar flower, unable to fly. I originally wanted three people to go back to the Sanli River together. Since the loss of Ah Yao, I have injured my internal organs and my limbs are weak, and every day I walk on the stagecoach one foot at a time, and I can always walk to the boat and meet Chung Shu. He was skinny, and I was old. He had no strength to speak, and forced his eyes to entertain me. I suddenly remembered that the first time we met on the boat, he asked me if I still dreamed. I understood. I once had a little dream and blamed him for suddenly leaving without a sound. He now deliberately walked slowly, letting me send it one by one, gathering as much as possible, and pulling a small dream into a long dream.
I do. Give a ride, say goodbye, and see you again. If the parting is prolonged, does it increase or decrease the pain? I can't figure it out. But the farther I went with him, the more afraid I became of never seeing him again.
The willows turned into long green strips again, and gradually fell yellow, and the road was full of leaves, and the willows became bare cold willows.
When I walked out of the inn that day, I suddenly saw a stone brick behind the door, exactly the same as the one on Chung Shu's boat. I was shocked. Who got on board and stole something on board? I touched the pin on the sleeve and didn't dare to ask.
As I walked, I saw a man and a woman coming. I've never met any passers-by on the stagecoach. The woman was holding a springboard, and the man was holding a long penny, which was clearly from the Chung Shu boat.
I stopped them and said, "What are you?" It's something on board! ”
The man and the woman ignored it and strode toward the inn. They were probably the cockroaches I had never met.
I thought badly and violated the warning. After a moment's hesitation, the two men had gone far. I couldn't catch up, and I couldn't catch up with them.
I walked forward, but I couldn't find the usual slope. All the way there were no slopes and no boats. There is no road ahead. I walked up a hill, and in front of me was a chaotic mountain. The sun went after the sun set on the mountain.
I hurried up, looking for a boat in the river. In the darkness, you can see that the other side of the river is also a mountain, and there is a small boat floating in the river, which is blocked by the mountain stone for a while, and cannot be seen again.
My eyes were dark, and I could hear the sound of rushing water in my ears. There was no road in the mountains, and I climbed desperately among the rocks, trying to climb to a high place, but I did not dare to stay away from the sound of the water. When I touched the stone, I took two steps up with both hands, and when I touched the trunk, I hugged it and took a breath. The wind was cold, but I was dressed thickly and kept trying. A man climbing in a dark and chaotic mountain, the time is long. Whether I had sat on a rocky col or whether I had rested behind a tree, I was blurred. I just remember when I got off the boat the night before, Chung Shuqiang entertained me with his eyes open; I said, "You're tired, close your eyes and go to sleep." ”
He said, "Oh, be good (i.e., 'good to be born'). ”
Did I say "see you tomorrow"?
The morning light was faint, and the sun came out again in the distance behind it. I stood on top of a chaotic hill, and in front of me was a sea of clouds covered in smoke. The mountain on the other side is even higher than my side.
A river locked by two mountains, pouring out from between the two mountains, like a waterfall, makes a rushing sound.
I watched a small boat rush out with the waterfall, and a light rushed into the vast sea of clouds and became a small dot; looking at it, the small dot was gone.
I wish I could turn into a stone, standing on the top of the hill, watching over that little dot. I asked myself: Is the stone on the mountain a woman turning into a "lookout stone"?
But I only became a yellow leaf, and as soon as the wind blew, it fell from the rocks. I climbed the hill tiredly, but the wind suddenly swept down the ancient post road, and swept back along the way. I stroked the stagecoach I walked through step by step, and all the way was detached.
Before I reached the inn, a whirlwind swept me into the air. I swirled in the air, dizzy and closed my eyes. I opened my eyes, and I was at the head of the bed in the Sanlihe bedroom, where I had usually changed my dreams. However, sanlihe's home is no longer home, just my inn.
Illustration: pexel
Editor: Li Jiaping
Review: Du Xiaoye