Novel serialization (52) "Open the Iron Door: The Sun Strands" (Author: Liu Ling)

For one time last year, Zhong Zheng painted every day. He was truly a demon. He had a stomach ache for a long time, and I advised him to buy a hot water bottle on the day of the rush, which can protect his stomach and small belly. I said that it doesn't matter if my stomach hurts or my stomach hurts, most of the situation is cold, and he replied to me with a smile: "Haha, I am a major in clinical medicine, Bai Hua, you are pretending to be an old bird like this, you are a dead mouse hanging on a long smoke stick, and you are pretending to be a hunter in front of me." "I admit that I have an axe, but I am still forced to persuade him. Remembering that Zhong Zheng's knee joints would click when he walked, probably because of osteoporosis, he couldn't help but persuade him to eat chicken or something and chew the bones as much as possible.

"It's hard, it's too hard."

"What's so hard about chewing bones."

"Bad teeth." He said.

"What? What are you talking about, it's too hard. ”

"The path of art is not a matter of hard work. I want to go out and pick up the wind now, Shirabirch, are you going to go? ”

Zhong Zheng was going to study the texture of the rock and see how to draw it.

"You're talking nonsense! Of course I want to go. ”

I also wrote about 3,000 words the night before, which is almost seven Chinese paintings written in words. Zhong Zheng smoked a cigarette and listened to me read the manuscript. He praised me five times in a row, saying only one word each time: "Good!" I could tell that he was genuine, and I was deeply moved. The scenery is beautifully written. There was a single old man surnamed Zhang on Mafang Street, who always pampered Zhong to ask for paintings, and the old man said that he understood the value of these paintings and only wanted to hang two paintings at home. I just think the lonely old man has something else to hide. I happened to be there that day, Zhong Zheng and Lao Zhang laughed, and their eyes were numb. He said that he is still far from reaching that level, and he is afraid that he will laugh off other people's big teeth. There were two praying mantis flirting outside the window, and I couldn't tell which one was the murderous female mantis and which was the male mantis who might be unlucky. Zhong Zheng actually didn't want to paint him, the old man was very thin, ugly, and had a scar on his forehead. The dead old man blinked his eyes one after another, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, he thought that the painting was already quite good, and then he said vigorously: "You paint, Xiao Zhong, how much do you think, I will give it to you when the time comes." His words were obviously a little ambiguous, and I saw that the old man's face was wrinkled and he gasped.

That was when Zhong Zheng didn't really want to hurt people. Zhong Zheng asked me to pay attention to him, how to refuse others, I laughed at this old and young man for being crazy. I went out to look for a place to, and Zhong Zheng immediately came out on his heels, and his mouth was close to my ear, and he nervously told me to ask the old man for a few oceans.

"Hurry up!" He flew out with a spittle.

"Less." I scolded, "You're crazy! ”

"I don't know how the old man is like a green-headed fly, staring at me. I actually found an excuse to buy a painting with money. ”

Fuck, they're all big hooligans who want to eat peanuts.

"What are you using in a sitz bath now?" I asked suddenly.

"What kind of erhu." He cursed.

"And it has to be used separately to sterilize."

"I have a plastic footbasin." Zhong Zheng said.

"It is best to boil water to cool and add monmonate nails."

We all know that there will be fungus in the footbath.

"I'll not have you to understand, it's really weird."

Zhong Zheng only has one plastic basin, but two towels.

On that occasion, Zhong Zheng said that a senior who was several years higher than him when he was in junior high school was admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts, and the two had a relationship in the past—he wanted to hint at something to me—which shows that Zhong Zheng has been fond of painting for a long time, and it was not because he was mixed up in the labor camp that he had a whim. He also told me where to teach after graduation, so he sent a few of his paintings to ask for advice, and the other party was quite enthusiastic, and replied that he wanted to hold a basic training class, and in the future, when Zhong Zheng went out, he wanted to recruit him to teach Chinese painting, which fully affirmed his genius. It is said that there are more than 300 students in the school where the senior is willing to learn painting, but there is too much shortage of teachers for the seniors to be busy. Zhong Zheng stood in front of me and shook his head and said, it seems that he has to work hard, and he can't delay any longer. Hurry up and practice, and when you return to society one day (he never said normal society), one more craft will have one more way out.

He changed the topic, and I guess I can't catch it:

"I read this novel today, and it's so beautiful."

"What's the name of the book?" I asked him with my face up.

"United Kingdom author, Wuthering Heights."

"Written by Emily Brontë." I said, "I'm out of breath too." There were several times when I wanted to throw myself on the table and cry. As if I mentioned it to you before. ”

The time when Zhong Zheng and I climbed the mountain in early spring, according to him, was regarded as a wind collection. We climbed from 9 o'clock in the morning to 12:30 noon and finally reached the top of the mountain, where the snow was high and the wind was biting. We both sweated and soaked two layers of underwear. When we returned to the brigade, we took a different road, and after about five kilometers from the Admiralty, Zhong Zheng and I walked the stone ladder road—which was actually the end road—and then drilled more than 30 meters and then turned around, and immediately became a big black hole. Flashlight (prepared in advance) went downhill, and the exit was by the Heiwan Stream, about three zhang high from the river bank, and there were more than a dozen turquoise-colored trickles flowing out. Jumping beads splashed around the jade, and there was a crisp and tight splash like broken glass. Although you can't see it, you can hear the sound of the waterfall in the cave. The surface of the water was so thick that it seemed to be covered with many solid particles, and the collapsed boulders and tree trunks were covered with thick moss, parasitic dendrobium, green enough to squeeze out water, and plants and slow flowing water.

"The colors are really fantastical." I say.

This kind of place is really not something that ordinary people can come to whenever they want to. The topography here is actually a bit similar to the Loess Plateau, where each hill is very flat from above, but when you walk to the edge of the flat land, you will see steep cliffs. We speculate that this is probably a lake in the past, and because the earth's crust was uplifted into land, because there was a fault, the crust could not be squeezed into a folded mountain, so the appearance of a lake basin was maintained, and a high mountain platform was formed. After the sun comes out, there will be water vapor on the mountains here, which is like a fairyland. I have seen countless beautiful scenery in the Longkou Brigade of the Mabu River for many years, but I am still quite shocked to see such a beautiful ice and snow world. At the entrance of the cave, a spider's web covers a large number of open purple-red bean flowers, intertwined roots, peeling vine bark, and covered with fish scale patterns. Zhong Zheng shouted unbelievable, unbelievable, there are still many defensive walls in this cave, and the ruins of boiling gunpowder and some rotten pottery shards have been found in it. There is a 30-meter-long bricked wall of bare stones, like a ruined wall. Zhong Zheng's eyes were sharp, and he picked out three pieces of pottery with grooves and dark patterns and two-thirds of the fine porcelain ivory-colored jugs with moon bud handles from the cracks in the rocks. The two of us studied and discussed for about ten minutes, but we couldn't guess the joints.

Anyway, the place holds many secrets that will never be known, including wars, escapes, and murder stories. With the passage of time, the magnificent story has disappeared behind the heavy iron curtain, and the backs of those characters have faded away. The road leading to the castle is also lined with cliffs on both sides, allowing only one person to squeeze through. The cave really looks like a castle. We found a lump of bones and rusted off large pieces of iron horseshoe. There was a deeper hole inside, and the echo of tinkling, clanging, and dripping magma could be heard for a moment.

"Do you know what age this thing is?" Zhong Zheng turned his head and asked me, he was holding most of the broken jugs in his hands.

He plans to bring it back and bring it home in the future. He added:

"Keep a thought."

"I don't understand." I shook my head at him.

I didn't even notice it when I came. In fact, we knew about this hole a year ago, so I didn't dare to go any further, there were many forks in the hole, the hole was too deep, too dark, and the flashlight light did not have much effect. It's too cold inside. A fork in the wind whined. According to the people of Mafang Street, the name of this cave that no one has ever been able to reach the end of treading water is called Mandrill Cave, and when they first came to participate in the chase, although they had never seen such a monster as Mandrill in the cave - it was only half man and half beast. But it is true that there are countless bats. Zhong Zheng also asked me if I would be a vampire bat, and of course those people on Mafang Street couldn't tell. Bats are not supposed to kill people, but they can scare people to death when they are overwhelming. I don't know why bats have become fewer and fewer in the past two years, and they are even about to disappear. Zhong Zheng remembered that the person who said this in person was Luo Jianglang, a single old worker who lived in Mafang Street, and I knew that he was the real murderer who killed Liu Yuhang, the son of Liu Yinghua, the old captain of the Third Squadron. But how did Shi Meijun learn the truth? Did Sun Yingchun collude with him? What was his motive? I really can't figure out what role he played in all the cases. Why did Shi Meijun think of exposing it before he died, and he did not hesitate to involve Sun Yingchun in this case. In fact, Luo Jianglang finally died in the fork of the cave where there was a strange scream, and the autopsy died of poisoning, which was murder. And at whose hands did he die? I can't judge based on just one side, and there is no proof of death, I guess Sun Yingchun should not be arrested. If Shi Meijun's denunciation of Sun and Luo is true, then the "murderer" who was captured last year and later shot and killed Liu Yuhang could really be a scapegoat. What role did Zhong Zheng play in them? After excluding Sun Yingchun, Zhong Zheng became the only one alive in the case. The plot is confusing. I left Longkou, unclear about what happened next.

I remembered that time I drilled into a mandrill hole, and two people were in it, going around in a maze. Zhong Zheng kept stroking a piece of marble from the wall with his palm, and he turned his head stiffly and asked me, "Bai Hua, you have always been more interested in secrets and stories than I am. As for the cave, why is it called Mandrill Cave, and not Bat Cave? And these stone walls and castles, what is full of bloody historical drama, have you asked the teaching and research department about the four old antiques? ”

"Probably hiding from bandits." I replied.

The mystery of this kind of story is simple and can be seen through at a glance.

"I guess too!" Zhong Zheng said.

A purple-blue pillar of light streamed in through the skylight.