(a)

Some people, you don't need to be with each other for long to become good friends. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Because, you don't need words to communicate, and, at the most basic level, you will have a lot of sympathy in common.

Mr. Lu Xiaoguang is one such friend.

So, I'm going to leave the story for a moment and talk about him first.

I'm not going to write it in a sideshow.

Everyone is a part of this story, and without everyone's participation, I would not be where I am now, and the story would not be in this world.

Harmony of all fate. Without any one element, the results will be very different.

So, there's nothing extraordinary.

In this volume, and even in the next, I may not write in chronological order. For time does not flow from the past to the present and then to the future, as you think. Maybe your physical body has never experienced the time shuttle, but your spirit must have it, and when you sit in the classroom and have a meeting in the conference room, you must have experienced it, and your mind is in the Tang Dynasty for a while, in the Han Dynasty for a while, in the world of comics for a while, and in the world of video games for a while. You must have made such a trip.

Time and space can never limit us. If we don't think of the body as our own.

Unfortunately, many people will neglect to observe this. Because they are looking outward all the time, watching TV, games, books, looking at their phones, watching women, watching celebrities, watching mahjong, watching the news, they rarely look inward at themselves. It is rare to see one's own soul.

There are a lot of strangers in the world. But for most people, the strangest thing is not others, but themselves.

(b)

The first time I smoked was on the Badaling Great Wall. The first person who handed me a cigarette and lit a fire for me was Lu Xiaoguang, an expert in mural restoration.

In order to restore the 12 exquisite ancient murals of the Temple of War at the foot of Helan Mountain, we worked day and night for 8 days that summer.

All of them were feeling exhausted.

In order to relieve the pressure of work, the leader arranged for us to take a break, spend a few days, go back to Beijing, and visit the Badaling Great Wall.

The sudden relaxation made everyone feel a little crazy.

On the first night we arrived at Badaling, we all drank a lot.

Among them, Lu Xiaoguang was the first to drink it on the spot. He was carried back to his room to sleep, and the others continued to drink.

People kept running to see what Lu Xiaoguang was doing in the room, and then came back to report to everyone. "He's sleeping in a C-shape now. He's sleeping in an S-shape now. He now sleeps in a large font. He now sleeps under the bed. He's drooling now. Each debriefing caused a burst of laughter from everyone.

I couldn't even breathe with laughter, actually, it wasn't funny. Other people's unbearable is no different from ours, and there is never anything to laugh about. However, in the process of restoring the mural, my mood was indescribably depressed. Your shadow in both worlds clings tightly to my heart. I need to vent. Laughing with everyone is the most appropriate release channel.

Mr. Lu Xiaoguang is a Shandong man, who has gone abroad to study the restoration and restoration technology of ancient murals, and is a first-class expert in this field.

He had just been divorced at the time. All the property went to his ex-wife and children. He was almost out of the house. Now, the job is his home. And his belongings are all his belongings.

(c)

The next day, we went to climb the Badaling Great Wall.

At that time, the Great Wall was far less crowded than it is now. It wasn't a holiday, it wasn't a weekend, and the people above weren't enough to overshadow the greatness of the Great Wall.

I took off my shoes and stepped barefoot on the green bricks of the Great Wall road. I tried my best to climb to the top of the mountain. I left all the people behind me and climbed to a city far, far away.

I climbed alone to the top of a very high city that stretched among the peaks. Then I lay on my back on the empty road.

I lay there on my back like a dying fish suffocating on the shore. My lungs were about to explode from the inside. My heart was beating violently, as if it was about to leap through my chest. I felt like I was about to foam at the mouth.

I just lay motionless on the road, looking up at the blue sky above me. I lay motionless on the bricks of the Great Wall like a dried fish, as if I had already died.

(iv)

I don't know how long it took, but I saw Lu Xiaoguang climb up panting from below. He crawled pale, panting like an old horse that had run 1,000 miles.

After seeing me lying on the road, he also lost the strength to climb up even one step.

He sat down beside me in a dejected manner. He wiped the sweat from his head. He took off his hat and fanned the wind.

By the time he had calmed down, my face was less ugly.

He took a bottle of water out of his bag and threw it to me. Then he opened a bottle himself and drank it all.

He said, "Why are you so desperate?" They said you've had heart attacks before, so let me come along anyway. ”

I said, "Nothing. I just want to see how far a person can go. ”

"I thought so too," he said. I want to see how far a person can go at his age. ”

Then he took out a cigarette in the wind that crossed the Great Wall. He put the cigarette in his mouth.

I said, "Give me one too." ”

He said, "If you have a bad heart, you can't smoke it." ”

I said, "Give it to me." ”

He said, "Really need?" ”

I said, "Yes." ”

He said, "Afraid of death? ”

I said, "If you don't smoke it, you'll die." ”

He looked at me and handed me one. Then he helped me light the fire, and he helped me light it.

(5)

My hands were shaking terribly. I almost choked myself to death with the first puff I inhaled. I coughed so violently that my heart almost burst. I coughed and wiped my tears.

Lu Xiaoguang was smoking a cigarette and reached out a hand to pat me on the back.

"It's not a good thing," he said. Don't touch it. ”

And then we were smoking cigarettes separately there.

In between coughs, I asked him, "Why do cigarettes have a white appearance?" ”

He said, "You don't like it? ”

I said, "It looks like a corpse wrapped in a white cloth." The smoke came out as if the corpse was burning in a crematorium. ”

Lu Xiaoguang looked at me and said, "You've been with dead things for too long. ”

He said: "You are so young, you should be exposed to more sunny things, those new things. History and archaeology are too cold for you. It is not recommended that you love them. ”

I said, "Is there a difference?" What is alive and what is dead, what is old and what is fresh. ”

I said, "Isn't that alive also something that is dying?" Isn't something new also something that's becoming old? ”

He looked at me again and said, "Makes sense." Sharp. ”

He thought for a moment and said, "Incisive." ”

After a while, he said, "You're done." The feet of mud are deep and incorrigible. (To be continued.) )