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Chapter 507 Floating Like a Dream

Fang Xie waved his hand to signal the team to move on, and he broke away from the group with his entourage and walked towards the dilapidated village. There were still 100 meters away, and then he stopped, and asked everyone to stop and he walked alone to the old man. Shen Tianfan and Zhuo Buyi planned to follow, but Fang Xie shook his head and signaled not to.

When he got closer, Fang Xie took a closer look at the old man who was sitting on the well platform fishing, this person couldn't tell the specific age, his hair and beard were not white, but the beard had already hung down to his chest. Looking at his face, he seemed to be in his fifties, but Fang Xie always felt that this person should be very old.

The old man wore a coarse cloth gown, simple without any ornaments, and his clothes were plain, although very old but very clean. He sat there with his fishing rod closed with his eyes closed, as if he were asleep. Because the mouth of the well is not very large, the rod is raised very high, and the rod does not move as if it has been embedded in a stone statue.

Fang Xie glanced at the fluttering willow branches, and his eyes were even more surprised.

Even if the fishing line was hung with bait, it would still shake when the wind blows, but the old man not only did not move, but even the light and fluttering line did not move.

Fang Xie didn't get close to the old man, he sat down on a broken wall about three meters away, he didn't speak, just quietly watched the old man sleep.

After sitting like this for more than half an hour, the old man slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the bottom of the well and sighed: "It seems that there will be nothing to be found today......

When he opened his eyes, he seemed to find that Fang Xie was not far away: "Hey, it's not that I didn't catch nothing, I didn't catch what I wanted to catch, but I caught a young man with a sign." ”

Fang Xie got up at this time, walked over and bowed: "I've seen seniors." ”

The old man turned his head to look at him: "What are you doing?" ”

Fang Xie replied: "Curious"

"Curious about what?"

Fang explained: "The juniors are curious about what the seniors are fishing, so they don't dare to spare the seniors Qingjing and sit on the side and watch." ”

The old man asked, "If I don't talk to you, you won't talk to me either?" ”

Fang Xie nodded: "I just want to see what you can catch in the end, so it doesn't matter if you don't speak." If you don't see what you're fishing by the time the juniors have to leave......"

"Will you stay and keep watching?"

The old man interrupted him and asked.

Fang Xie shook his head: "It's just a momentary curiosity, even if you don't wait for you to catch something, the juniors still have to go." I will stop and linger when I see a beautiful scenery somewhere, but I will not have the idea of staying here and not leaving. Less than three miles away is the big camp, where you can sit and fish from a dry well, if I'm not interested. ”

"How do you know it's a dry well?"

The old man asked.

Fang Xie smiled and replied: "The soldiers of the big battalion have no one to come here to get water, but they have to go to a farther place to transport it, if the soldiers are not afraid of disturbing you, it can only mean that this well is dry." I didn't see you here when I entered the camp two days ago, and the soldiers didn't come here to get water. And the reason why you're here today is because you're fishing for me...... Now that the rod is hung and the line is released, the younger generation wants to come up and take a look even if he knows that he may be hooked. ”

"Haha"

The old man laughed: "You have confidence in this life...... You think I'm fishing for you? ”

Fang Xie shook his head: "I'm not sure, so let's take a look." If you don't open your mouth when I'm going to leave, you don't mean you're fishing me. ”

"Seems to make sense."

The old man glanced at Fang Jie: "I come here every day to fish, you can't see me because I'm not there, but because you haven't seen it." Or maybe you look at it and you don't see it. ”

This is nonsense, but Fang Xie seems to sense that there is something deep.

"As for whether I'm fishing for you or not, it doesn't matter, because you're already here."

When the old man spoke, he still held the fishing rod in his hand, his hand was still as stable as a rock, and the fishing line was still very straight.

"Looks like you're not fishing for me, I'm just a passerby."

Fang Xie shook his head: "Junior, farewell." ”

The old man said: "Someone told me that you are an anomaly, your state of mind is too old to look like it has been precipitated by the years, the wiser people are when they are young, the less they pay attention to their calm mood, more in Lu Feng rather than Zang Feng, you are a young man who hides when he should hide when he should dew, but he is like a demon who has cultivated the Tao." ”

Fang Jie's heart moved, and then he hugged his fists: "Do seniors have any guidance?" ”

The old man was silent for a while and asked, "Do you understand what I just said that you haven't seen me in the past few days because you haven't looked this way?" ”

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The old man pointed to a stone opposite: "Since you are not in a hurry, sit down and talk to me for a while." I've been fishing here for seven days and still haven't caught anything. It's also quite boring to sit every day, and when I wake up and sleep, I finally meet a young man who is a little interesting, and I can't let go easily. ”

Fang Xie smiled and sat down opposite: "Please teach seniors." ”

The old man glanced at him and pointed to some broken stones on the ground in front of Fang Jie: "Can you help me do something first?" ”

"What?"

"Those gravel are too messy, I have endured it for a long time, but I can't move so I can only look at it, the more I look at it, the more uncomfortable it becomes, so I have to force myself not to look at it, but the more I don't look at it, my heart is more blocked. You can put whatever pattern you want with the rubble, and just stop messing around with it. ”

Fang Jiexin said that this is a typical obsessive-compulsive disorder, why can't this old man move?

Although the old man's request was strange, Fang Xie still bent down to pick up all the gravel, he was silent for a while, and then put the gravel on the ground in a square formation, very regular, very careful, square, horizontal and vertical. When he was done, he asked the old man, "How is it now?" ”

The old man was a little annoyed and said, "Why do you have to put it so neatly?" I looked even more uncomfortable. ”

Fang Xie was slightly stunned, then nodded and shuffled the stone and put it up again, this time he put a word. His last name, Fang.

The old man seemed a little puzzled: "Why do you put a word?" ”

Fang Xie replied: "Just now there was a quartet, and the seniors said that it was too regular." So I put a square word, which doesn't look so regular, but it's still a square. ”

The old man couldn't help but glare at him: "Deliberately? ”

"Deliberately"

Fang Xie nodded.

The old man was silent for a while and said, "Whatever you want, it's better to put anything in place than to mess with it anyway." What do you think when you look at this square word? ”

Fang Xie glanced down, and just wanted to shake his head, when he suddenly found that the small stones that made up the square characters suddenly moved on their own. As if he had life, Fang Xie even had the illusion that his facial features appeared on those small stones and smirked at him. But he knew that this was an illusion, but he couldn't look away. Gradually, the speed he saw as the stones moved faster and faster, but it still felt like the same square word.

The scene in front of his eyes gradually changed, and one picture after another kept changing before his eyes.

On the vast ground lay a child who was still in swaddling clothes, looking at the sky with black and white eyes open. His eyes were clean and bright, so the fear in his eyes was so clearly visible. There seemed to be the howl of a wild wolf in the distance, and it seemed to be the sound of killing. He couldn't speak, he didn't dare to speak, he just clenched his fists and looked at the sky, not even daring to look around.

A large, thick, wide hand appeared out of thin air, grabbed the baby's swaddling clothes and lifted it up. The baby was carried by him, and the man began to walk forward. As he swung his arms back and forth as he walked, the baby swayed back and forth. It's like a cradle that isn't very comfortable, and the baby is slowly falling asleep.

That's when the picture changed.

A little boy sat on the wall of a dilapidated yard, his legs swinging back and forth, still looking up at the sky. I don't know what he's thinking, it looks like those clear eyes are full of doubts. Someone under the wall was shouting something to him, and he couldn't see his face clearly or even distinguish between men and women, and they stood below with their hands open, as if they were afraid that the little boy would fall and fall.

Then the huge palm reappeared, grabbed the little boy by the placket and lifted him up and walked forward. The little boy was obviously less afraid this time, and held the hand tightly to see what the owner of the hand looked like. But he was disappointed, the man was too tall and his face was behind the clouds to be seen.

In the third scene, a young boy who looks like he is already in his teens is being run around with his belt, and the wind blows through his ears and his eardrums. He seemed a little disgusted to be carried for his life like this, and struggled from time to time but couldn't break free. He looked back again and again to see what was chasing him, and the doubts on his face became heavier and heavier. Sometimes look at the back, sometimes look at the sky.

In the fourth picture, it already looks like a lot of boys walking on the snow in military uniforms, squatting down from time to time to look for something. After a long time, he finally found some traces, and a look of joy appeared on his face. He plucked his stiff bow from behind his back and carefully aimed at a fat hare hiding behind dead grass. The feathered arrow flew very far away, and the frightened hare fled for its life. The boy stood there stunned, stared, and then said to himself, forget it, it's all the same fate. The wild wolf appeared behind him and showed its sharp fangs, and the boy turned around and shot an arrow right in the wolf's eye socket.

In the fifth picture, a young man riding a war horse walks on the official road, laughing with the people around him from time to time. As they walked, a great shadow suddenly enveloped them, and the boy looked up, and a huge city appeared before him. The young man was very excited and nervous, and there was something very complicated in his eyes when he looked at the towering city wall. Not long after the boy entered the city, he came out again, and when he came out, he changed into a new brocade robe, and he looked very handsome. When he entered the city, there was a young eagle flying in the sky with difficulty, and when he went out of the city, the eagle that had grown up flapped its wings and flew to the top of the clouds.

In the sixth scene, the already heroic boy gallops across the field with a cavalry, the hares in the grass are frightened and run away, and the birds are flying and disappear quickly. He reined in his horse and saw an endless stretch of mountains. There is a canyon in this mountain, and there seem to be many people waving red flags in the canyon, as if welcoming him and celebrating something.

In the sixth picture, the endless army of black armor slowly marched along the flat official road, and the wind blew the battle flag and hunted. There are too many people, the team in front has disappeared, and the team behind has not yet come into sight. There was a huge platform on the side of the official road, and a general in gold armor stood on the platform and watched his team in high spirits. He stepped down from the platform and boarded a huge chariot, its golden armor reflecting a dazzling glow in the sunlight.

"Ahh

Fang Xie spat out a mouthful of bloody foam from his mouth, and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He bit his tongue and struggled out of the illusion that terrified him.

When he opened his eyes, nothing had changed around him. The sky was still clear, his guard had been standing in the distance, and the old man was still sitting cross-legged on the platform of the well, his rod still held high, and the line still stretched straight.

"Huh?"

The old man seemed surprised, looking at him like a monster.

"It's weird......"

The old man couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Someone can actually come out of the floating dream realm by themselves, I haven't seen anyone who can resist this temptation for so many years, everyone wants to know what the future will look like, and the more I think about it, the deeper I fall." Don't you want to watch it? Don't you dare to look at it? Can't you watch? ”

He asked three questions in a row, but without waiting for a solution, he said to himself: "It's just a pity...... I didn't see anything. ”

He glanced up at the sky, his eyes full of doubt. It's like the imaginary boy looking up at the sky and touching it, not knowing what he is suspecting, guessing, or expecting.