I said, "Your idea is not like a person who learns the Tao, it's too evil."

Xie Ling laughed. Who can say what is right and wrong in the world? I just state the law of development of things, and then I become evil?

The matter has finally come to an end, and our old Luo family is tossing and turning. Finally calmed down. My vacation with Xiaomi is also approaching, and we are going back to the city. Before leaving, we went to the hospital to visit the second brother, after the special medicine was applied, he was indeed much better, and now he can only be in the isolation ward, looking at it from a distance. He had regained his sanity and could even read a book. Saw us waving.

The eldest brother prepared a cart of souvenirs and wanted to see off the bell. How can I ask for the bell, I can only tell Brother Sù. Prepare the things first, and he will have a chance to come back. The three of us left the village. Hop on the bus and head back to the city.

Send millet to school, Xie Ling invited me to his house, I don't want to go, it's awkward to go to his house, I can't smoke yet, I can suffocate people to death. I said that I wanted to go home to rest, and I didn't force the bell, and told me to go back and recuperate my spirits, and the next step was to find Fan Xiong in the vast sea of people.

I went home and slept well, from the afternoon until the next morning, I had never slept so deeply, I was almost dazed. When I opened my eyes, I didn't realize where I was for a long time. I leaned back on the bedside, pulled out a cigarette, and reminisced about my experiences these days, and for a moment I was in a trance.

With the smoke in front of me, I thought of Fan Xiong. Fan Xiong's face seemed to be real or not, and slowly appeared in his mind. When I met her, I was still in my restless adolescence, and the hormones under my crotch could blow up the snowy mountains. At that time, I watched a lot of action movies, and I had the desire to try women in various countries and styles. Fan Xiong appeared in my world, and I also YY her, and as soon as I thought about it deeply, I realized that she had a special charm.

Fan Xiong is a very neutral person with a very neutral face and dress, and people who don't know it can't tell whether it is a man or a woman at first sight. And her behavior and state are also masculine, not rude, but straightforward, and even a little mechanical and dull. She is tall among women, she is also very strong, she walks a little tiger, she can inadvertently reveal the two characteristics of feminine femininity and male coarseness, and these two characteristics can be integrated into an organic whole, showing a strong personal charm.

Later, the concept of Lala gradually appeared, and I sometimes thought that if Fan Xiong was a man among women, he would definitely fascinate a group of small Ps.

Thinking of this, I got out of bed, turned on the computer, and started searching for Fan Xiong's keywords. I haven't seen Fan Xiong for a few years, and I've occasionally heard her name, and now she has a little achievement, foreigners are the most fascinated by her, and a painting can sell for as much as it wants. I searched for a while, there was very little information about her, and the few paintings were also cropped, and I wondered, she couldn't be harmonious, right?

Rubbing my head, I couldn't understand how such a painter could be associated with evil mystical spells, and really had nothing in common.

I was eager to find Fan Xiong, on the one hand, because things at home had to be done well, and it was not a way to hang on like this. On the other hand, I have a faint desire in my heart to see the Holy Aunt.

When I think of the holy aunt, I am not calm, her face seems to be in front of me, this little girl is thirteen or fourteen years old, but she is quite feminine, she looks like a baby face, but her eyes are in a state that only mature women have.

Thinking about it, I indulged in that fantasy realm, endured and endured it and still didn't hold back, went to the toilet and took a roll of toilet paper, and opened it. Thinking about the face of the Holy Aunt. She seemed to come and sit across from her, nodding to me. I'm like Jia Rui entered the Fengyue Treasure Mirror, and I had a lot of ups and downs with her. After I was done, I was both melancholy and excited, so holy and noble Holy Aunt actually made me YY. But in addition to the pleasure, the desire in my heart is blazing, and I can't wait to find her real person, and I really come to it like that.

I lit a cigarette, made a cup of coffee, smoked and drank it, flipping through the action movies on my hard drive. I don't know how long I sat there, but suddenly my phone rang. Pick it up and look at it, it's a text message from the head of the unit: mourning, whether to go back to the city, don't forget to go to work.

Go to your sister's class. I ignored him, put down my phone, and on a whim, searched for it on my computer again. I seem to remember that Fan Xiong told me before that she graduated from college and studied international trade at that time. Anyway, it's okay, I registered an ID at random, entered the alumni directory, found her graduating class, and went in to search.

Fan Xiong is also thirty-three or four years old this year, and it has been more than ten years since he graduated, and no one has left a message on the forum of this class for a long time. The poster, possibly a woman, left a post asking if anyone knew about Fang Fang's news. The only reply below was actually a month later, leaving a message asking who Fang Fang was. The landlord replied, can you still do it, Fang Fang is the girl who was almost expelled from our class before, and now she is famous, and she has a stage name Fan Xiong, and she is a great painter. The person who replied to the post and asked who Fang Fang was never replied to, and the post only had these two messages, which sank deeply.

From this post, I got two fragmented messages, first, Fan Xiong's original name was Fang Fang17, and second, she was almost expelled from school during her time at school.

I searched for a while, but I couldn't find any information about her, so I had to give up and think about calling Xie Ling.

Xie Ling didn't know what to do, his tone was a little hurried, and he asked me what's wrong. I told the clues I found, and I said "oh" to the bell: "I know that school, I still have a relationship with their principal, and I have helped him before." You can go and investigate, and I'll do the rest. "

This kid is really powerful, and he knows some people from all three religions and nine streams, which I really admire.

I sat in front of the computer for a day, feeling very depressed, and I didn't have the energy to do anything, just subconsciously watching movies and playing games. In the evening, he called me and asked me to go to school tomorrow, and he had already agreed with the principal to go directly to Teacher Zheng. Xie Ling said that this Teacher Zheng was the teacher who led Fan Xiong's class back then.

When I woke up the next day, I changed into clean clothes, met with the bell, and we took a taxi straight to school. The college is on the outskirts of the northwest, on a sparsely populated road, on the edge of a university town. As soon as I entered here, I saw the streets full of young people, which brought me back to my school days.

When we arrived at the school, we found the director to inquire about Mr. Zheng, who told us that Mr. Zheng was about to retire and no longer did front-line teaching tasks, and was now busy with some administrative tasks in the logistics. We found the administration department, and someone told us that Mr. Zheng didn't come over today, maybe he was at home.

I reconciled with the bell and found the teacher's dormitory area, which was very quiet, with birds singing and flowers, trees planted in the community, artificial pools dug up, and even a Starbucks coffee house. We followed the map to find Mr. Zheng's house, rang the doorbell, and after a short time, an old woman with glasses and gray hair appeared, looking like a teacher at school. Explain the intention of the bell, and say that the principal asked us to come to you.

Teacher Zheng suddenly said, "Yes, the principal called, it's you, come, come in." "

Teacher Zheng's home is a three-bedroom living room, she may live alone, the room is clean, even a little plain, and there is no fancy decoration. She was cleaning up her collection on the balcony, and new and old books were all over the floor. Teacher Zheng smiled: "I like to fiddle with these books when I have nothing to do, make a cup of tea, drink tea while cleaning up, flip through the pages, and read whichever book I flip through, and it will take a day to clean up." "

She made us two cups of tea and we sat on the balcony in the breezy breeze and looked at the campus in the distance, the sun was very transparent and warm, and it felt good.

Xie Ling said the intention of coming, and said that we came to find you this time A student named Fang Fang many years ago, and now there is a stage name Fan Xiong. Teacher Zheng nodded and said, "Fan Xiong, I know, she came to see me last year and left a piece of her work." "

I took a look at it with Xie Ling, and Xie Ling asked what the work was. Teacher Zheng said, you come. Years of Lebu.

She took us to the inner room, which was supposed to be a study, with large bookshelves reaching up to the ceiling, surrounded by three walls, and as soon as we entered, we could smell the faint smell of printed books. We saw a very large work hanging on one of the vacant walls. The painting looks like a pencil drawing at first glance, but it's actually a black and white photograph. I don't have much research on photography, but when I see this work, I am also impressed by the artist's attainments. Its main body is an old mansion, surrounded by thorns, and a large tree with no leaves and bare branches stands in front of the house, blocking the windows. In the distance was a huge chimney, billowing smoke.

The whole work has an indescribable taste, especially cold and solemn, and the sense of perspective is superb, and there is an unfathomable impression that the more you go inside. This feeling can lead to distraction, completely abandoning the house and the dead tree in front of you, and focusing entirely on the chimney in the back. What kind of building is under the chimney, and what is the situation in the thick smoke, it is simply mind-blowing, sweeping the mind like a whirlpool.

Teacher Zheng hugged her shoulders and said, "Fan Xiong is very low-key now and does not accept any interviews, but we often communicate, and she is the most talented student I have ever led, and I am proud of her." I never get tired of looking at this work. When she sent her the work, I asked her what her name was, and she said let me name it. Do you guys have a proper name? "

I and Xie Ling looked at each other, this Teacher Zheng is really a college teacher, his thinking is different from ordinary people, he speaks and does whatever he wants, and he can say whatever he wants.

Xie Ling smiled and said: "I can't think of it, so I'll throw bricks and lead the jade, how about calling it winter?" Luo Dao, you talk about it. "

I looked at the painting and said slowly, "If I were to get up, I would call this painting ぺ门ほ." "

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Zheng looked at me closely, and there was excitement in his eyes. She seemed to be trying to control herself, pulling me to the painting. In the bottom corner of the painting, where it is not easy to notice, I saw that someone had written a small letter: "Door".