Four
(Zhuzi, Runtu)
For thirty years, Runtu pushed Zhu Zi out of the house on time at sunrise and put him in the classroom first. Raise the flag again. The flames of hunting and dancing on the mountain bay lit up the dawn of Xuanshui Bay.
The bay is called Xuanshui Bay, and the back is surrounded by a large river. The mountain is the Yanshan Mountain Range, which is thousands of miles wide. The water is xuan shui, and the water veins are abundant. A large river more than a dozen meters wide whimpers from between two rows of green bushes and flows east into the sea. On one side are the watery terraces around the mountain, as bright as silver; on the other side are the pieces of cottages that rise according to the shape of the mountain, all with white walls and green tiles covering the corners of the ancient trees. A bluestone paved road, embroidered like a line of reeds, ferries, horse stakes, trees, tile houses, small temples on the riverbank into a chain of life. When it was in the "agricultural village", it was once a red flag in the north. Today, on the half-waist of a certain mountain or a low peak like smoke, the occasional "circle around the mountain" canal that suddenly appears still echoes the excitement and ambition of the past. People are a few degrees away, but the grass and trees are still there. Runtu knew that at this time, the spring flowers on the west cliff had bloomed again, and the yellow was like fire. There is also a large lotus-like canopy, with oval petals holding the flower buds like a Buddha's hand, which reflects the peak of Xuanshui Mountain, the ancient road out of the bay, and the hanging moon. Spring in Xuanshui Bay comes later than elsewhere, but it always comes.
Zhu Zi was in a wheelchair. A head of white hair, the eye sockets are deep, you can clearly see the bone phase, but the eyes are exposed. Under the orange light, a crane-like charm appeared. He was like an old man from the Tianshan Mountains wearing a hat and covering his face, indisputable but unpredictable. But when he opens his mouth and makes a sound as warm, powerful, and even as clear as a mountain stream, you don't think of him as an old man, but as if he were in his prime.
"Moist soil."
Runtu heard Zhu Zi calling out to him, and hurriedly put down the chainsaw in his hand and pushed the wheelchair to the blackboard. The blackboard was nothing more than a remnant of a collapsed classroom. Zhu Zi sat in a wheelchair with his back to the blackboard, and in front of him was a bluestone slab surrounded by several stone piers. That was the seat of the six of them. The moisturiser sat on one of the stone piers. Although such a morning class had been insisted on for thirty years and was unmistakable, he immediately felt a sense of sacredness when he looked at ZhuZi, who was neatly groomed, short, and determined-
"Go to class!" Zhu Zi said.
"Gezi, Radar, Jia Zheng, Liu Mei (Dawan Ma), Lu Li, Runtu." Runtu named in turn, "There are six people in Xuanshuiwan Primary School, and there are three people." Songzi, Luli and Runtu. Three men arrived thirty years late one hundred and thirty-two days. Complete! ”
"After class!" Zhu Zi said.
Runtu came over and pushed up the wheelchair, put a military blanket on Zhu Zi's leg, and circled the playground for morning exercise.
The wheelchair was made by The Coffin King of Grandpa Runtou, such as a tiny trolley, made of a shade roof, painted into court yellow. A bagpipe hung from the armrest of the car, and the moist earth carved six birds out of small wild walnuts to represent the six students. They were strung together with jujube red horsehairs to make a loose pendant.
The playground is a piece of land cut across the mountain, the size of five football fields. To the north is a row of five cave dwellings, a barracks left over from the Ming Dynasty, which is now used for accommodation and firewood. In front of the cave is a thousand-year-old Bodhi tree, a statue of Xu Xiake with a severed head, and a well. Just to the west is a gentle slope full of sour dates, burdock and yingshan red. To the south is the school gate, which is connected to the road out of the mountain. On the east side is a cliff, the rock wall is jagged and obliquely inserted into the Xuanshui River, the river meets the mountain and swirls, forming a lake pool below, the pool overflows and breeds tens of thousands of acres of fertile land and reeds downstream, the wind blows wheat waves, and the wild ducks make noise.
The grave of Songzi's orphan girl is in the center of the playground. In the light of day, the grave head still haunts the swarm of bees.
The two of them sat down on the side of the playground of the East Cliff, where they could see the whole picture of the bay, hear the sound of the rolling spring tide, and see the river go from blue, turquoise, and white to a gray line and disappear into the sky. Zhu Zi would be quiet here every morning, never speaking, looking into the distance...
At this time, the moist soil sawed the best pine wood into a broken not far away, stacked into piles, and the cross-section of the white flowers was printed with the rings of the year and shook the human eye. He was determined to rebuild the classroom that had been washed away by the avalanche. Fulfill Zhu Zi's last wish - before he dies, invite his students, old deaf, Tang Guozhong and the commander of the base to this abandoned elementary school, and he will take the "last lesson of life". In that classroom, Runte had spent the best six years of his life.
The incense of early spring, the whistle of golden cicadas in midsummer, the magic of snowflakes, and the sound of the birds reading with them, soaring into the sky under the alarm of the morning bell. Clouds swirled around the snowy peaks, and it rained like colorful beans. The six of them rode a big fish to explore in the clouds, and then flew over the reeds, and when the waves blew by, they saw the love men and women twisted together in the waves. Another fairy girl stepped on the lotus leaf in the silent night to send them a green dream. Zhu Zi would let Kunpeng carry them in the autumn of the dripping rain, follow the wings of the weeping clouds to travel in the too illusory realm, and use Ma Liang's divine pen to open a circle of ripples of culture on the cloud waves. There is also the strange "fairy grass" on the playground, bright green all year round, just roll on it, the skin will immediately be smooth as an egg. Enough play, they are like six small swifts sitting in the classroom, dragging their cheeks, obsessively watching Zhu Zi use the teaching whip to light up the magic mirror of knowledge that reflects the ancient and modern world on the blackboard.
Everything was destroyed by an avalanche.
They enter the second half of the sixth grade, in July, and the sun is like fire. A white light came over. Zhu Zi threw the "six swifts" out of the window. In the blink of an eye, there was only one wall left in the brightly tiled classroom. Runtu saw trees, rolling stones, mules and horses, and Zhuzi's feet undulating in the crystal clear snow waves. Snow, a snowy mountain was piled up on the lower mudflats, and it took three years to melt. Zhu Zi was found next to the lake pool below the east cliff, and when he was found, the wolf was nibbling at his leg.
How that avalanche caused. Some people say that the secret army on Mount Xuanshui is experimenting in the mountain and causing an earthquake; some people say that people kill birds excessively, and the sacred bird that lives in the mountain is threatening to retaliate against humans; others say that Zhu Zi is a bird-turned monster, and it is he who casts spells.
No one knows what triggered it. As a result, Gen Shui Wan Elementary School, with only six students, no longer exists. Zhu Zi lost one leg and suffered from bone cancer. The missing man and woman were found after the snowy mountains melted, and they were naked and hugged together, their lower bodies still connected.
A breeze blew through, the bagpipes sounded, and the runway rushed over.
Zhu Zi looked at the rivers and villages under the cliffs, the rolling clouds under the light of the sun, and the undulating green and yellow on the distant mountains, and said: Xuanshui Bay must have a wind stirring up snow! What, wind stirs snow? Runthrough asked. Zhu Zi no longer spoke, and Runtu did not understand that it was a "spiritual revolution" that shocked both at home and abroad that ensued in Xuanshui Bay. He was afraid that zhuzi would catch a cold in the snow, so he quickly pushed the trolley towards the cave. On the cave doorposts are hung the aged red peppers and yellow mushrooms, the wisteria hangs down from the vaults, the branches glow blue-gray, and the spring color is gradually increasing. Runtu picked up Zhu Zi and put him on the kang, and put the "Mao Xuan", "Xu Xia's Travels", and the "Fossil Manuscript" that only Zhu Zi himself could understand and write.
Zhu Zi took a sip of tea and looked at this straight, kind, timid student who had been accompanying him, and could not speak. He dipped his fingers in the tea and wrote a word on the palm of his moist soil, and passed out. Runtu put the bagpipes in Zhu Zi's hand, ran out of the cave, and hurried down the mountain to inform the village chief Jia Shang and Grandpa coffin king. When he returned, he frantically carried stones and saw logs. Like a praying mantis in early winter, tall and thin, terrified, and at a loss in the face of the coming "wind and snow". It wasn't until night, when he packed up his logging tools and returned to the cave, and passed by the grave of Songzi's orphan girl, that he finally understood the word That Zhuzi had written in the palm of his hand— bird!
