|151Kanshu.com text|.| Chapter 7: The Return (Part I)

until many, many years later. While the people of all ethnic groups living near the Black Stone Village were chatting. I still talk about the Naadam Conference held in the 27th year of the Republic of China in the right banner of Wuqi Yete. The yellow horse competes with the fire dragon horse. The peak duel between the dragon and the king of stupid wrestling. There are also the two of them, the Lord of Siqin and the Dragon of Iruyun, whose fingers are interlocked under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes. Every piece of story. The memories made the eyes of the witnesses light up. Tell it to the younger generations who have not had the opportunity to witness its prosperity once. Intentionally or unintentionally. Make the story a little more exciting. Until it finally turns it into a legend.

"The dragon was the youngest son of Gadamerin. Shoulder the blood feud. That's why I've been incognito. Alone on the prairie. Until one day. He defeated a gang of white-bearded horse thieves on the steppe. Rescued a mysterious woman from the horse thieves...... "Since it's a legend. The identity of the protagonist of the story should not be too ordinary. That does not conform to the aesthetics of the masses. It also does not meet the expectations of the people. As for whether the protagonist himself is willing to accept this arrangement. Storytellers don't think about it. Anyway, I'm not the first person to say that. Even if Irumo himself heard it. It can't be pursued either.

The so-called three gangs of a hero. Now that there are heroes in the story. The hero must have green leaves as a foil and embellishment by his side. Just as the Yang family will be no matter which generation of male protagonists. There must be a follower surnamed Meng and a follower surnamed Jiao by your side. Marshal Yue led the troops out every time. There must also be Niu Gao and Zhang Xian around him. It's the turn of the Irumo Dragon. Next to him are the black-faced bandit Zhou Qiang and the white-faced scholar Zhang Xuance. The former was portrayed by the storyteller without hesitation as the same kind of Meng Liang and Niu Gao. A lucky general who often gets into trouble but is loyal to the protagonist. The latter one. It was processed by the storyteller into a synthesis of Lu Wenlong, Luo Cheng and Zhuge Liang. Not only is the martial arts strong. And has extraordinary wisdom and decisive personality. The limelight catches up with the protagonist. Leaving other supporting characters or villains far away.

As for the legendary villain. The first one, of course, is none other than the little prince Baiyin. In the mouth of the storyteller. Not only does he covet Siqin's beauty. Trying to force the other party to marry him. And colluded with the Japanese devils. White Russian horse thief. Yellowbeard Gangsters. The entire black flag Yete right banner is eyeing the tiger. Even the cause of death of Siqin's father. It was also choreographed to the white sound head. It was his nephew who took the opportunity to celebrate his uncle's birthday. A poison bought at a high price from the Japanese was placed in the meal. Colorless and odorless. And the onset is slow. The old prince of the right banner was defenseless. A month after the birthday feast, he fell ill and died.

By the nineties of the twentieth century. Popular red classics on the screen. This legend has been further processed into a forty-episode series. With cable TV into thousands of households. And it's a big hit. Just in the story. I can't find the shadows of Zhao Tianlong, Zhou Heizi, and Zhang Songling at all. Even the villain inside. Little Wang Ye Baiyin. It is also more than 108,000 miles away from his own real life experience. The difference is so great. So much so that Zhang Songling himself saw Zhang Xuance on TV for the first time. I didn't even realize that this person was modeled after me. Until a reporter who likes to get to the bottom of it calls home. only to be furious. On the phone, I had a headache and reprimanded the screenwriter for being untruthful. But after putting down the phone. He didn't use his connections to find trouble with the screenwriter. Instead, I asked my little grandson to go to the train station to buy two sleeper tickets for myself. The grandfather and grandson quietly returned to the Black Stone Village. Back in the year he had been thinking about leaving. A place that really leaves and haunts dreams.

In the past, there were only about 2,000 households in the Black Stone Village. By the nineties of the twentieth century. It has turned into a small city with a population of nearly 300,000. The walls were demolished in the fifties. Instead, there is a circular road that can accommodate four cars in opposite directions. Although it has been congested. But it is the traditional dividing line between the new city and the old town. The old town inside the ring is known locally as the Inner Ring. The people who live in it are either rich or noble. Outside the loop. Housing prices are much cheaper. The average office worker does not eat or drink for twenty years. I can afford one of these small units.

The black stones that were removed from the city walls were first taken home by the people and built a pigsty. Decades later, it was collected by the government as a historical memento at a symbolic price. In the middle of the old ring is built a high platform. On top of a high platform. It is now the city hall building. It is completely modeled after the parliament building of a developed country. Every window is full of the majesty of the government. Sit in the conference room on the top floor. You can easily take in the scenery within 20 miles of the surrounding area. A feeling of looking down on the common people immediately welled up in my heart. It's dizzy. Get carried away. Don't know where you are.

Compared to that dirty and dilapidated Black Stone Village in the thirties. Blackstone City in the nineties was undoubtedly a hundred times more modern. 10,000 times more prosperous. It's just the endless grassland outside the city. Most of it was turned into farmland and the Gobi Desert. There are only extremely narrow sections close to the banks of the river. It still retains the turquoise of the year. However, grass seeds are already horticultural products introduced from Canada. The price is staggeringly high. And the river course is in most parts of the year. It's all dried up, too. Only major festivals. Or when a superior leader comes to inspect. will be in the short section near the city. Fill it with plenty of tap water. And after the leader of the convoy left, the water was pumped out to irrigate the lawn. Never let it evaporate from the sun.

Zhang Songling left early. I don't have any real power in my hands. So when I went back to Blackstone Village. It has not attracted the attention of any government department. Of course, you are not qualified to appreciate the rippling blue waves of the concrete-bottom river after it is filled with tap water. After leading his grandson to eat a meal of Korean specialty cold noodles in Fuqing, a century-old brand in the city, the taste has completely changed. And he went out of the city again. Sitting in a coach that is said to be air-conditioned but will never drive. Staggered towards the Lama ditch. That point of life that he will never be able to get around in his memory and fate.

The sun outside the car window is poisonous. The sun made the ground hot and hot. The salt crusts of the white flowers are one after the other. Reflects sunlight into the cabin. It makes people's eyes astringent. Zhang Songling looked at it for a while. I felt very uncomfortable. Keep your head down. Close your eyes and fall asleep. He wanted to rest for a while. By the way, let yourself be a little more mentally prepared. so as not to reach the ground of the lama ditch. Because he couldn't bear the stimulation of reality, he fell on the spot. But the passenger next to him came over very unblindly. whispered, "Old man. Where did you always come from? Visiting our Blackstone City. Or come to go relatives.."

"I'm going to see some old friends. An old friend I haven't seen in years." Zhang Songling exhaled. Response. Vaguely with a local accent.

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