The story of one hundred and eight generals of Shuibo Liangshan was born in Heze, Shandong, so the feelings of Shandong people for this large number of heroes are particularly strong than those in other regions.

I am familiar with the life stories of every hero in "Water Margin", including Hu Sanniang.

Hu Sanniang represents the "anger of the aristocracy" in the background of Shuibo Liangshan, the first to have a manor, fertile land, power, and status, but in the end due to treacherous persecution, cornered, had to fight back, and then abandoned the things outside the body, and fell into the grass.

I think that the Red Sleeves must have experienced the same bitter encounter, so he was so angry that he would personally kill the heads of the three elders, Zhuo, Tu, and Meng, in order to end the old feud.

"The painting ...... "I seemed to understand something."

"Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, greed, anger, and ignorance" are the seven fundamental feelings that human beings have, and it is the word "anger" that drives the red sleeves forward.

Then, in the same way, it is also one of the above seven feelings that drives the one hundred and eight generals of Shuibo Liangshan and the forces of all parties in Jinan City today.

What about me? What is the word that drives me?

"The first thing I'm going to kill is—" The Red Sleeve snatched the blood-dripping long knife from Elder Tu's hand, and suddenly turned around and walked in the wind, the tip of the knife against my left chest.

Such a change was completely unexpected to me, because she had no reason to kill me at all.

"The first one to be killed is you—you can't think of it, do you?" she said.

The expression on her face was very strange, there was no hatred, but there was a sweet love that was too strong to dissolve. However, she pressed the long knife against me, and uttered another cruel sentence that was desperate to the extreme.

"I swore that I would never fall in love with any man in this life, and I would not let any man enter my heart. If you break your oath, you are willing to be punished by 'borrowing arrows from a straw boat and piercing your heart with a thousand blades'. Before you appeared, my heart was a frozen stone, cold from the outside in. However, as soon as you appeared, it was like a spring breeze blowing open the stamens, which made me irresistible and my heart sprouted. In other words, as soon as you appeared, I had broken my vows. She said quietly.

At some point, her eyes were already red, and tears were flashing in the depths of her eyes.

When we first met in Hongjialou Square, it was a fortuitous incident, and I only used her to cover up my hiding, so as not to arouse the vigilance of the enemy. At that time, not only did I not love her, but I also had a sincere dislike for her, because I mistakenly thought that she was the obscene "street girl" in the city.

"I shouldn't love you......," she whimpered in despair, "but when my heart moves, I can't hold it back." ”

She is right, the heart is unmoving, and the movement is uneasy, just like the frozen river in early spring, once it is blown by the spring breeze, it will collapse for thousands of miles, and it can never be restored to its original appearance.

I have nothing but pity for Red Sleeves and no other feelings, which is the most terrible thing because she is in love with someone who doesn't love her.

The tip of the knife was sharp and cold, trembling slightly.

I couldn't stop the knife in her hand, and I couldn't stop her from loving me.

"Should I kill you? As soon as you appeared, my life plans and my parents' wishes all fell apart and ceased to exist. You may not be here, the Hong family building is the ancestral property of the Hong family, and it is the only thing left by my ancestors...... I must hold this place for a hundred years. "Red Sleeves was crying like rain, crying like a helpless child.

I couldn't move, I could only stare at her closely.

"Woo-" Suddenly, I heard a strange and low roar, which seemed to come from the ground and from my heart.

The sound was deafening and shocking to me, as it reminded me of the dragon-shaped monster in front of the dangerous building in the middle of the illusion.

"Woo-hoo......" The voice sounded a second time, and it seemed that the monster was wandering in the ground restlessly.

Redsleeve's face changed, and he took a step back, lowered his long knife, and stared at the ground.

I'm sure she must have heard that kind of cry too.

"Draw the ground as a prison, and the fingertips as a mirror......" She turned around abruptly and drew a large circle with a diameter of two meters on the ground with a long knife, and the knife marks reached half an inch into the ground.

The bricks on the floor were all scratched, and debris flew and splashed in all directions.

Immediately after, her wrist flicked, and the tip of the knife reversed, against her lower abdomen.

If she hadn't uttered the words "fingertips as mirrors," I would have mistakenly thought she was going to self-mutilate.

I have read in ancient books that "painting the ground as a prison and the fingertips as a mirror" is equivalent to a branch of the Tibetan Buddhist secret technique "Tianyantong", and its principle is also to use one's own long-term practice epiphany to open up the function of "perspective remote sensing". That kind of "seeing" is no longer through the eyes, but through the heart and mind to replace the human visual system.

With a snort, the tip of the knife slashed downward, and the clothes with red sleeves and lower abdomen immediately split left and right, revealing white skin.

She threw down her long knife and parted her clothes with both hands, revealing a range of skin about three inches in diameter with her navel as the center.

At this moment, she was facing me and did not turn away, so I could see her belly clearly. Human skin is opaque, but at the moment her abdomen has become a transparent glass - or rather a viewing hole similar to a periscope.

Once again, I saw the dilapidated building underneath, except that the upper third of the dilapidated building was shrouded in gray haze. What's even more terrifying is that it is the dragon-shaped monster I saw circling and flying in the haze.

In this case, I can't tell whether the monster wants to destroy or protect the dangerous building, I can only see that it is so hideous and terrifying that even if a large-scale military force is mobilized to attack, it will not be able to shake it for half a point.

"Is it a prehistoric monster or a monster conjured up by the human mind? Is it real? Or does it only exist in an illusion?...... what kind of impact damage does it do to the real world in front of us?"

"Sure enough...... Really...... Sure enough......" The wording of the red sleeve move is very strange, neither afraid nor surprised, but a tone of foreknowledge and anticipation.

The image of her abdomen lasted for about three minutes, then slowly faded away without leaving a trace.

"It's time to come, it's finally here. She let go of her hand, closed her clothes tightly, and sighed.

This episode interrupted her attempt to assassinate me, and at this moment the long knife fell to the ground, and she had no intention of picking it up again.

She wants to kill me, but she is afraid that love will shake her determination to do great things. Love is not sinful, and she is not wrong, it is the timing of our meeting that is wrong.

"You—" she turned to face the three men, "since you really want that Western mural, then I will fulfill the three uncles and send you there, and see the mural with your own eyes." ”

Now, no one but her can move. Of course, now that she's there, I don't have to worry about Bing'er's safety.

She whistled lightly, and six young men walked in the door.

"Tie them hand and foot and send them down to the earth. Red Sleeves commanded.

The young man's hands and feet were very neat, and he tied up Elder Zhuo, Elder Tu, and Elder Meng, and the six of them divided into three groups and carried the three elders out.

The Red Sleeves walked up to me again, clasped their hands together, aimed at my eyes, and then opened their fingers in turn, like buds blooming, while whispering, "Okay, the flowers are blooming, the flowers are blooming." ”

I felt like the invisible barriers around me were falling, scattering into mud and sand, and no longer existing.

"Is Bing'er okay?" I was able to speak, and immediately inquired about Bing'er's whereabouts.

"It's okay, they don't dare to do anything to her, and they're asking for money, not for life. Red Sleeves replied lightly.

There was some subtle awkwardness between the two of us, like an invisible transparent wall that re-separated us from friends to strangers.

"I'm glad you remember her. I only have this sister, treat her well. Red Sleeves said.

I nodded: "I will, entrusted by others, loyal to people." ”

Red Sleeves stopped looking at me, turned back, and looked at the projection screen.

In the picture, the picture of the Western mural is still there.

"Together, we can get the fresco. Red Sleeves said again.

"And then?" I asked.

There is a big buyer behind Elder Zhuo who has taken a fancy to this mural, and I have joined forces with Red Sleeves to get the painting out, maybe the big buyer will catch the cicada and the yellow finch behind, and suddenly snatch the mural away.

"No, because getting this painting is the end result. Red Sleeves replied.

I didn't understand the phrase, but her tone was extremely flat, as if the "final ending" was just a joke.

"I accept your request when you are a friend. If you were my friend, I would explain it a little more clearly, what is the 'final end'?

"The end is the end of the day. She replied, "If you don't understand, forget it." ”

Suddenly, I felt that the red sleeve move in front of me became very unfamiliar.

Of course, every thaumaturgist in the city exists as a special case, very different from ordinary people. The "strangeness" I felt was the indifferent tone of her speech, and perhaps only people who had lost their sense of the world would speak like that, completely treating themselves as spectators of the world.

In other words, mourning is greater than the death of the heart, and only the person whose heart is dead will say such things.

Just ten minutes ago, she had confided in me that she wanted to end her feelings by killing me. That kind of love from the bottom of your heart can't be faked. Ten minutes later, I was sober and she had buried her feelings back and stopped showing them to others.

"I really don't understand, but I hope that after everything ends in the end, we can all see new sunshine and hope. I said in a voice.

"Where is the sunlight in the deepest underground?" she shook her head slowly.

At this moment, there is only deep despair in her eyes, as if we are not going to the ground to get paintings, but directly falling into hell.

"Let's go, let's go get the painting. She added.

(Tianjin)