"I'll stop you," Copper Lock said, "Mr. Pan, how can you be sure that the 'ontology' has such a great ability?" You and I are dying. d7cfd3c4b8f3Sun Jie can't be a mother, but he designed it? Who is he, God? ”

Pan Dayong was silent, and suddenly said to me: "Xiao Luo, you go outside and talk to the waiter, serve good tea, let's talk while drinking." ”

I got upside down, went outside to call the waiter, and as soon as I got out of the house, I heard Pan Dayong say, "I once had a dream......

I finished greeting the waiter and hurried back to listen. Pan Dayong glanced at me. Frowning, I know what he means, he is talking about more secret things now, and he doesn't want outsiders to hear it, at least he doesn't want outsiders to hear him say it with their own ears. Originally, I was sent away, and I didn't know how to come back to listen, this is ignorance.

Whatever he thinks, I'm now responsible for the copper lock, and whoever else loves him.

As soon as Pan Dayong started, the waiter came in and brought a set of tea sets. Pan Dayong put away his talk, held a cigarette and didn't speak, and the atmosphere in the room was a little awkward.

When the waiter left, he said, "Copper lock, I heard that you had strange dreams." What about Xiao Sun. She also had strange dreams. To tell you the truth, I often have strange dreams. ”

Pan Dayong's dream is very long, although it is only a one-night dream, but the time span in the dream is decades. And, in his dreams, he saw himself.

There is a slight resemblance between his dreams and the Copper Lock, that is, everyone he sees has his face. That world is made up of countless "hes".

The protagonist of this dream is a man who has experienced the vicissitudes of life, the man Pan Dayong dreamed of had a very bumpy life, living alone, experiencing the end of the Qing Dynasty, the Republic of China, warlord melee, Japanese invasion, civil war, and the founding of the country.

This man has experienced almost everything that the world can experience, squatting in prison, carrying loose bags on the docks, doing farm work, being a hooligan in Shanghai, joining the army as a soldier, and even being an official under the Japanese during the puppet government. He has played with many women, schoolgirls, village women, bigwigs' wives, Japanese women, Miss Kuo...... If this person's life is written as an autobiography. It was simply ups and downs, exciting, and could almost encapsulate what one could experience as a person in the red dust.

Pan Dayong follows this person's perspective, travels through the world, experiences joys and sorrows, and the separation of his wife, and when he wakes up from his dream, he will have a feeling of being reincarnated.

"Everyone in the circle calls me the old fox." Pan Dayong drank tea and said: "But none of them know this secret, after this dream of yellow sorghum, I seem to have lived for several lifetimes, I have seen everything, I have experienced everything." Sometimes, I feel like an old man who is over 100 years old. No matter how dull I am, if I live long enough, I will naturally become proficient in human affairs and become smart. ”

He recounted the experience in the dream, and during the whole process, everyone did not say a word, and everyone listened quietly.

"This dream began on my 45th birthday," Pan Dayong said, "This dream changed my life, and the next morning I went to school and resigned from my position as a teacher, and at the age of half a hundred, I packed my bags and went to Shenzhen alone to make a living." ”

Speaking of the past, he was a little embarrassed, and he smoked a cigarette.

"Does this dream have an ending?" Copper Lock asked.

Pan Dayong smoked a cigarette for a while and said, "It's strange here, the ending of the dream can be linked to the beginning of Xiao Sun's dream." ”

I looked at each other with the copper lock face, and suddenly became interested. I heard Tongsuo tell me about Sun Jie's strange dream, she dreamed that she was in a poor country in Southeast Asia, where there was a Theravada monastery with dragon dances. She walked to the Buddha Stupa at the back of the monastery and found a vacant seat on the top floor, and then she sat down and began to cultivate, finally entering a glorious world of death.

Pan Dayong said: "The ending of my dream is that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the rebellion will be suppressed, and everyone's history must be investigated. ”

He flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said in a low voice: "On the night before the execution, he mysteriously disappeared in the deep prison. ”

We came interested and continued to listen.

"It was originally a dream," Mr. Pan said, "and I knew it in my dreams at the time, but I thought it was normal." Dreaming, flying into the sky, normal. When the man woke up the next day, he found himself in the countryside with beautiful mountains and rivers, and he saw a temple with a pointed tower in the middle of the forest. ”

Pan Dayong picked up the briefcase, took out a paper folder, which contained many sketches of drawing paper, and handed it to us.

The copper lock flipped and I watched from the sidelines. The artist is very skilled, and the pencil drawing is like a black and white photo. The first painting shows a vista of a temple. The main hall is very small, looking down from above, it is a group of temples, the architectural style is a spire round body, the dense eaves are wide beams, and some temples are also carved with the statue of the head of the Tantric Buddha in the high place. This architectural style, I knew at a glance that it was Southeast Asian.

Although I haven't been there, the Southeast Asian Buddhist style is very distinctive, and it is very different from other places, and you can recognize it at a glance.

The copper lock flipped the second one, and the second one was a close-up view of the temple, and you could see that there was a dragon dance team in the open space inside. The faucet seems to be looming in the dark, and it looks very sensitive, making people unable to pull out their eyes at a glance.

"I went to a very famous painter in the city and drew it according to his oral description. The first painting is based on my dictation, while the second is based on Sun Jie's dictation. Pan Dayong said.

We were surprised to put the two paintings together, and Pan Dayong said, "The first vista of the temple comes from my dream; The second close-up is from Sun Jie's dream. Look, is it from a place? ”

Without a doubt, it is indeed a place. Although the perspective is different, the surrounding mountains and rivers, the topography, and the overall style of the temple in front of you are all incomparable.

"So I said," Pan Dayong said, "The end of my dream is exactly the beginning of Xiao Sun's dream." Copper Lock, it's time to tell you more about your dreams. ”

Tongsuo knew that the relationship between them was important, so he didn't dare to hide it, and told the dream of Qi Zhen and the results of his investigation in Jiangnan.

Pan Dayong is an old man, his thinking ability and way of thinking are definitely more mature than ours, he has been listening quietly during the whole process of smoking, without saying a word.

After the copper lock finished speaking, he took the information collected by the copper lock and looked at it, and handed it to Sun Jie. Especially the mysterious male cultivation map drawn by He Tianzhen for the copper lock, the two people were identified and said: "The hero of our dream is this person." ”

Pan Dayong was thoughtful, and he said slowly: "If this is a puzzle of a person's life trajectory, copper lock, your dream is likely to be the first piece of this puzzle, and I am the second piece behind, and Xiao Sun's dream is the third." ”

In fact, I vaguely felt this conclusion, but when Pan Dayong said it, I still felt extremely shocked.

"A man's life is torn apart, turned into pieces, let's dream?" The copper lock stumbled when he spoke, and this conclusion was simply unbelievable.

Pan Dayong extinguished the cigarette butt: "I have an immature idea, the protagonist in our dream is likely to be our 'main body', and we are all his split 'clones'." ”

The copper lock has a wide open mouth, and the tonsils can be seen. I was even more dumbfounded, things have developed so far, and they are completely out of the realm of imagination. The protagonist of the three dreams is the mysterious man on stilts. Could it be that Tongsuo, Pan Dayong and Sun Jie are all split from stilt men?

Copper Lock slapped his thigh, looked at me and said loudly: "Luo Dao, I said, why did he appear in the hospital when I was born, he is my 'body'." ”

As soon as he said this, I suddenly had a whim, and said casually: "When I gave birth to you, your mother had a difficult birth, and he went to the hospital, did he fertilize you?" "Indulge in Brother Bird.

Everyone's eyes looked over, and even Sun Jie raised her head. Annoyed and ashamed, Copper Lock came over and grabbed me by the collar and yelled: "You fart, I'm my parents' son!" What nonsense are you talking about! ”

"What the hell is going on?" Pan Dayong saw the clue and asked.

Copper Suo's face was pale, he couldn't stop coughing, he looked at me viciously, don't turn his face and don't say a word.

I felt a little embarrassed to speak.

Pan Dayong said: "Copper lock, Xiao Luo, now is not the time to be rash, we are on the line of life and death, everything must be called out, and any clue may have great enlightenment." Tell me, what's going on? ”

I saw that the copper lock didn't speak, and after hesitating, I said that his mother had a difficult birth when she gave birth to the copper lock, and the stilt man mysteriously appeared in the hospital, and after the child was born, he disappeared again.

Pan Dayong was thoughtful, he looked back at Sun Jie: "Little Sun, do you still remember that you were born?" ”

Since Sun Jie entered this room, she has not said a word, and has been hanging her head without speaking. When Pan Dayong asked her, she said in a soft voice and in a sloppy voice: "My mother didn't tell me, I don't even know when I was born." ”

Pan Dayong said: "Actually, I have been thinking about this question, if we are all doppelgangers, then how does this 'subject' split, or how does Tongguò split us? How were we born? ”

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