"I'll do it!"

Seeing the laborious situation when the old woman pushed the wheelchair, Guo Dalu couldn't help but feel sympathy, held the wheelchair, and pushed the middle-aged man in the wheelchair out of the roast duck restaurant. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The middle-aged man who was paralyzed in a wheelchair smiled gratefully at Guo Dalu, "Thank you, thank you." ”

He looked up at the crying old mother beside him, "Mom, don't cry, so many people are watching!"

The old woman choked up and said, "I don't cry, I don't cry, but my eyes are a little up!"

She took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes, stretched out her hand to take the wheelchair, Guo Dalu smiled: "Old man, you are old, let me push it!"

The middle-aged man in the wheelchair took a closer look at Guo Dalu and said with a smile: "I don't know what's going on, although I saw you for the first time today, it seems like a good friend who has been friends for many years." ”

Guo Dalu smiled: "I also feel this way, it seems that the two of us should be good friends by nature!"

The middle-aged man smiled and said to Guo Dalu: "My mother is in her sixties, and her health is not very good. ”

The middle-aged man looked in the direction of the Temple of Earth and said softly: "I just want to go to the Temple of Earth to take another look, where there are too many memories of me, my childhood, my youth, my crippled years, most of the days of my life have been spent there." ”

He smiled at Guo Dalu and said, "This brother, can you give me a ride?"

Guo Dalu said: "It is incumbent!"

The middle-aged man's mother thanked Guo Dalu vigorously, "Thank you, thank you!"

Seeing Guo Dalu helping to push a disabled person, Wang Xiaolu and several girls also surrounded him, and asked the middle-aged man in a non-starter's mouth, "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Are you injured or sick?"

There was also someone who spoke to the old woman, "Oh, auntie, you are so old, don't go out, bump into it, how dangerous it is!"

"Yes, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, there are so many cars on the road, you have to pay more attention!"

This group of girls chattered non-stop, and the so-called group of female porridge porridge was nothing more than that

However, they talked about it, but their movements were not slow, but Wang Xiaolu and Song Qian supported the old lady on one side and followed the wheelchair pushed by Guo Dalu slowly.

At this time, it was already evening, the neon flashes on the roadside, the vehicle horns on the cement road were blaring, shouting, shouting, and shouting, and the whole city was full of hustle and bustle.

It wasn't until Guo Dalu pushed the wheelchair into the altar of earth that all the noise outside slowly withdrew away, only a few occasional whistles could still be heard, and at the beginning, there were many old men and old ladies enjoying the cool outside, and when they saw the middle-aged man in the wheelchair, they greeted one after another, "Hey, come on, you kid hasn't been here for a long time!"

The middle-aged man smiled and ignored it.

Guo Dalu already felt extremely keenly that it was not that he didn't want to talk to these people, but that he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

As you move inside, the trees inside get bigger and bigger, and the environment becomes quieter and quieter.

Under the quietly flowing moonlight, the mist gradually rose, everything became hazy, and from time to time there were birds chirping, making the world more and more quiet and quiet.

The middle-aged man commented on the flowers and trees along the way as Guo Dalu pushed him forward, "This pine tree was so oblique and thick back then, and it has been more than 20 years now, and it is still like this, and it is estimated that in another 20 years, there should be no major changes." ”

"And this tree, I don't know exactly what it's called, but in the fall, it falls on it with a lot of beautiful little lantern-shaped fruits, yellow and beautiful, and many children come here to pick them up at that time. ”

"The road ahead used to be very barren, full of weeds, sometimes a lot of insects and worms running around, and there was a broken stone statue on the left, but now it seems to have been moved somewhere else. ”

The middle-aged man whispered softly and kept telling Guo Dalu behind him about the flowers and trees along the way, and even the stone statues and vines, but in fact, it was not so much that he said it to Guo Dalu, but to himself.

It was as if every inch of land, every tree, every grass, every stone, every attraction in this altar of earth was very familiar to him.

He was now completely immersed in his own thoughts, as if he was going to make a summary of his life's experiences in this place tonight.

When the wheelchair passed by an old tree, the middle-aged man stopped Guo Dalu, "Let's stop for a while." ”

He turned his head to look at Guo Dalu with difficulty, "You pushed me all the way, I don't know your name yet!"

Guo Dalu smiled: "I am Guo Dalu!

The middle-aged man chuckled a few times, "Killing pigs and slaughtering dogs, every righteous man!" But you can't just be a butcher, there should be other professions, although you are rough and arrogant, but the demeanor on your body can't be concealed no matter what. ”

He tilted his head and thought about it, and suddenly smiled: "I know who you are, you should have written "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" some time ago, right? ”

He wanted to reach out and shake hands with Guo Dalu as he spoke, but he couldn't lift it up after trying several times, "I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Tie Sheng." ”

He chuckled softly: "I'm barely a writer with a few works!

Guo Dalu hurriedly reached out and held his hand, "I'm just copying a story that suddenly appeared in my mind, and it's not as good as your real painstaking creation." ”

Tie Sheng laughed and said: "Dalu, you are really interesting, isn't writing things just to present the story in your head in the form of words, where is it plagiarism?"

He laughed a few times, his voice gradually lowered, and he looked at the old tree close to him and said: "When I was just crippled before, I often came to this tree to think about some questions, what is the future, fate, reincarnation, life and death, and other ultimate questions of life. ”

He sighed slightly and glanced at his mother beside him: "I was here in a daze, I just thought it was really just me alone in a daze, until later I found out that my mother had been watching me from a short distance, she was afraid that something would happen to me, afraid that I wouldn't be able to think about it." ”

"When I was in a daze, she watched me from a distance in a daze, and whenever the wind and rain suddenly changed, she would appear in time, take me home, help me wash my feet, massage, and tidy up my clothes. ”

"She has little strength and a weak body, and every time she takes care of me, she has to spend a lot of energy, and she is often tired and sweaty, but I was too ignorant at the time, and I always felt that the whole world owed me, so I didn't have a good face for her. ”

When he said this, he looked at the old woman beside him, "Mom, I've worked hard for you all these years!

The old woman shook her head vigorously, "It's okay, it's okay, it's going to be fine!"

When she shook her head, tears kept flowing from her eyes, "It's cold night, let's go back!"

Tie Sheng smiled, "Mom, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back today." My body is still clear to me. ”

He glanced at the altar of earth not far away with a regretful face, "I remember that once on a night, like this time now, I was sitting under this tree, there was once a person standing in the altar of earth not far away, standing in the moonlight and blowing suona, that kind of suona sound in the middle of the night, there is really a feeling of trembling the soul, there seems to be a magic power that crosses the eternity, but unfortunately it is difficult to hear now!"

When he said this, his breath became weaker and weaker, his eyelids closed and opened, as if he was going to fall asleep at any time, and said softly: "I really want to hear it again!"

At this time, in the dead of night, there was no one nearby, and it was impossible to play suona.

What Tie Sheng said was more than ten years ago or even twenty years ago, it is difficult to say whether the person who played suona at the beginning is still in the world, even in the world, it is impossible to meet the original person so coincidentally, that kind of coincidental situation, if you want to reproduce, it is basically impossible.

Although Guo Dalu only saw this man paralyzed in a wheelchair for the first time today, he inexplicably developed a feeling of admiration and wanted to make friends with him.

Maybe it was the affection between their mother and son, or his calmness and calmness in the face of death, or the helpless grief of the old woman next to him who knew that her son was about to die, and the more grief-stricken emotions that made her feel more and more sad in order not to show her grief.

Now that he sensed the faint breath that Tie Sheng was about to extinguish at any time, and saw the deep regret on his face again, he somehow mourned in his heart, and said loudly: "Okay, don't you blow suona?"

He looked at Wang Xiaolu, "Where is your instrument room?" Do you have the key?"

Wang Xiaolu took out a keychain with a puzzled expression, "This is the key to the instrument room,...... What are you going to do, Brother Dalu?"

Before she finished her sentence, the keychain had disappeared with a light hand, and Guo Dalu, who was still standing in front of her just now, disappeared.

A strong wind suddenly burst up, blowing Wang Xiaolu and several girls screamed crookedly, in their surprised eyes, in this moonlit altar of earth, there is a rolling smoke and dust whistling into the distance, at the end of this smoke and dust, it seems to be Guo Dalu's tall figure, but before they can see clearly, this smoke and dust has spread to the outside of the altar of earth where it is difficult to see, and the figure has disappeared.