Pearl Hotel, in the auspicious box on the sixth floor, three men were silent around the table, the food in front of them was already cold, and no one moved their chopsticks. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After a long time, Mo Shuqi said bitterly: "I thought you were teasing us back then......"

Su Ye said calmly: "I am an immortal. ”

Mo Shuqi looked at his unchanged face and said with a wry smile: "Now I believe it." ”

Li Bin said word by word: "I only ask you, why don't you come on the appointed day?"

Su Ye suddenly stood up, bowed in the stunned eyes of the two, and said solemnly: "Thank you, let me survive until now." ”

Mo Shuqi was shocked and said, "What do you mean by this?"

Su Ye smiled: "Farewell to you." I will leave Nanjing in two days, and I will not see you again. ”

"What are you kidding?!" Li Bin slammed his fist on the table, the wine was spilled all over the table, he glared at Su Ye viciously, and burst out from between his teeth: "You disappeared for thirty years!! and now you just met and told us that you will never see each other again?!"

"Calm down. Su Ye stretched out his hand and pressed down in the void, Li Bin only felt his body tighten, and involuntarily let go of his fist and sat obediently on the chair.

He looked at Su Ye in shock, even though he already knew that Su Ye was an immortal, but when he experienced the unnatural power himself, he couldn't help but tremble.

Su Ye put his fingers together, gently held up the wine glass, and smiled at Li Bin: "It's only been twenty-nine years since eighty-seven years, and your brain is messed up when you get excited......

"Get out of the way!" Li Bin said angrily: "I said that thirty years is thirty years, what do you a god care about with me?"

"Okay, good, you're weak, you're reasonable. Su Yewan smiled: "I haven't seen you for nearly thirty years, do you just sit like this? Everyone drinks, I will do it first as a respect." ”

"What about eighty-seven years...... Mo Shuqi raised the wine glass to his lips, closed his eyes to smell the wine, and said with a low smile: "It turns out that it has been twenty-nine years in a flash......

"Time flies. Li Bin held his forehead with his hand and covered half of his cheeks. In the bright light, the gray hair on the top of his head was clearly visible, and even his skin was saggy. He is less than fifty years old, but he is already dying.

Su Yejiu entered his throat and turned into flames that swept through his body, and he stared at the two diametrically opposed people in front of him, and suddenly remembered the situation when they met for the first time.

That was 1987, the ninth year of reform and opening up. In this year, the world's population exceeded 5 billion, the United States was mired in the financial stock market, the Soviet Union was committed to reforming the economy, Thatcher was re-elected as prime minister for a third time, the dictatorship in South Korea ended, martial law was officially lifted in Taiwan, and China sent its first email: "Over the Great Wall, to the world." ”

At that time, the world was full of enthusiasm and vitality, and people were looking forward to the arrival of the new century. Especially in China, where everything is in ruins, the leaders waved their hands and called for comprehensive learning from the West. For a time, the land of China was filled with all kinds of ideological theories and cultural traditions, qigong fever and disco, toad mirrors and bell bottoms. Young people are full of poetry, ideals and hopes, and the first sentence of a conversation with the opposite sex is: "Excuse me, do you love literature?"

At that time, Su Ye was strange and curious about the world, he wandered around the city, but was chased and beaten by several aunts with red armbands, who had to cut his hair and clothes, and was detained and fined. In desperation, Su left Nanjing at night and went out day and night in the villages and towns in the countryside to avoid being harmed by humans.

I remember that on the night of the rainstorm, Su Ye woke up from the mountain temple and found a young man carrying a wooden box on his back, trying to chop wood for a fire. The wood that was chopped seems to be a futon in front of the statue of the mountain god......

Su Ye was very bored, so he asked him: "Hey, aren't you afraid of the mountain god's revenge by splitting the futon?"

The young man was so startled that he almost smashed the wood on his foot, and he shouted vigilantly: "Who is it? If you don't come out again, I'll do it, I have friends outside! His grandfather's grandfather is Huo Yuanjia!!

"Huo Yuanjia's descendants?" Su Ye was curious, so he poked his head out from behind the statue of the mountain god. At that time, he had just experienced a big battle, and his mana consumption was serious, and he was no different from mortals, so he could only be careful and careful. When the young man saw him, he hesitated, "Are you a lesbian?"

Su Ye shook his head: "I'm a man." ”

The young man exclaimed: "Dude, you are really good, how many years do you have to keep this big back!"

"Big back?" Su Ye didn't understand, he felt that he had seen a lot of changes in the fifty years he had been asleep. However, no matter how human, spirited, demons, or ghosts, he always had to keep up with the times, and he secretly decided that he must learn to understand this new knowledge in the shortest possible time.

The temple door was pushed open suddenly, and an embarrassed clay figure rolled into the temple. At this time, the fire was just lit, and I saw the clay figure rolling on the fire. The young man was startled, a tiger pounced on the clay figure, and two muffled snorts suddenly sounded in the temple.

"This ...... This comrade," the clay man said intermittently, "can ...... Can you give me a moment?"

"I'm blah!" the young man got up, spit out the blades of grass and mud from his mouth, and frowned, "Who are you? ”

The clay man sat up, did not pay attention to the young man, nor did he rush to remove the mud from his body, but carefully took out an oiled paper bag from his arms. The oiled paper was rolled into a cylinder, the thickness of an adult's calf.

"What is this?" the young man stared at the hot air wafting from the paper bag and swallowed, he thought that it was a braised pork leg, a braised pork leg that was about to enter his stomach, and all that was missing was a sentence of proof from the original owner.

Seeing the clean oiled paper bag, the clay man let out a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the clothes can still be washed if they are torn, and the knees can grow if they are torn, but this is all over if they are dirty!"

The young man became more and more curious, "What is this oil-paper bag? Can you show me?"

The clay man shuddered, hurriedly stuffed the oiled paper bag into his arms, shook his head desperately, and said: "This is my lifeline, you can listen to it, but you can't watch it!"

"Hey, I just have to see it!" the young man pounced again, holding down the clay figure and pulling it into his arms. The clay figure clasped his hands to his chest and screamed, "Someone! Murder!

The young man could not attack for a long time, so he had to shift his position, constantly squeaking the belly and armpits of the clay man. However, the clay figure laughed breathlessly, but never let go.

The two of them fluttered on the ground until there was a "click", and the wooden box on the young man's back was opened due to violent vibration, and a big red guitar rolled to the ground, making a "clanging" sound. The movements of the two paused for an instant, and the young man stopped his despicable behavior of digging each other's stomachs, and made a request for reconciliation: "I'll count one, two, three, everyone let go together, whoever doesn't let go is a puppy!"

The mud man gasped, the mud from his face wiped off in the struggle, revealing a white face. After hearing the young man's words, he pursed his lips and looked into the distance, the big red guitar was still lying quietly on the ground, and after two seconds of silence, the clay figure agreed to this condition and began the countdown.

"Three, two, one!" the clay figure let go of his hands and prepared to sit up. Unexpectedly, the young man shot like lightning, took the oil-paper bag from his arms like a dragonfly, and sat on the belly of the clay man, his legs pressed his arms tightly, so that he could not move.

"You, you are shameless!!" Trust fed the dog, and the clay man was inexplicably sad and indignant: "You really don't have a good person to play the guitar!!"

"Hey, don't go online, kill everyone with a stick. The young man bared his teeth and smiled: "It was your bad luck to meet me, a scum." ”

He clamped his legs, suppressed the clay figure's struggle and resistance, and casually opened the oiled paper bag. When the seal was torn open, the clay figure suddenly collapsed, and his face was pressed against the ground and wept silently, like a woman who had just been XX.

The oil-paper bag that was still steaming was opened, but the fragrance of ink came out, and the young man stared at the inside of the paper bag incredulously, full of pages. He held the paper bag and knocked it on the ground twice, and seven or eight magazines fell out: "Poetry Magazine", "Star", "Green Wind", "Poetry Forest", "Poetry Tide", "Selected Poetry", "International Poetry Circle", "Contemporary Poetry", ......

A cold wind blew, and the young man shivered. The magazines on the ground rattled and were blown away by the wind. There are also various newspaper clippings hidden in it: "Poetry Newspaper", "Yellow River Poetry Newspaper", "Huaxia Poetry Newspaper", "Prose Poetry Newspaper", "Chinese and Foreign Poetry Newspaper......

"Damn!" the young man looked at the magazines and newspaper clippings dumbfounded, turned his head and asked, "Are you a poet?"

The clay man stopped his tears, raised his head and said proudly: "Contemptible people are not talented, and only two short poems have been published in the "Selected Poems" and "Prose Poetry Newspaper". ”

"Two magazines, two poems?!" the youth was in awe, the 80s was the heyday of poetry, when the whole people sought after poetry, and the degree of fanaticism was no less than that of chasing stars. At the poetry festival held in Chengdu in '84, the audience shouted "Long live the poet!", and the audience responded. One of the listeners even took out a dagger, stabbed it into the back of his hand, and shouted, "I will use my blood to show you my love for you, my love for poetry!"

The nostrils of the clay man almost went to the sky, and the young man hurriedly got down from him and whispered, "I don't know what you call the poet?"

The clay man snorted, and two green dragons erupted from his nostrils. He hurriedly wiped it off, as if nothing had happened, and said lightly: "My pen name is Daocheng, you can just call me Dao Teacher." ”

"Mr. Dao?" the young man said in an aggravated tone, "You let me call you Mr. Dao?"

The clay figure noticed that it was not good, and he plucked up the courage to say: "This is the rule of our poets, as long as the poem has been officially published, it is a teacher." ”

"I'm old with you!" The young man pounced on the clay man again: "Isn't poetry great? Isn't it just a big movement in society? I chirp crookedly all day long, I can't say a fart in three sentences, and I still pretend that the whole world doesn't understand you! Lao Tzu hates teachers the most in his life, followed by poetry. You've taken all !!?"

"Tom!" one of the clay man's eyes turned into a dark circle, his head buzzed, and he subconsciously said, "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light......"

"Tom!" another punch, the clay man's other eye also turned into a black circle, he was dizzy, and muttered indiscriminately: "Meanness is the pass of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble...... Tell you, world, I don't--Believe! Even if there are a thousand challengers under your feet, count me as the thousandth and one......."

The young man stopped his fist and looked at the clay man who was babbling nonsense and laughed: "You guy is interesting, it seems that you have a true love for poetry, then Lao Tzu let you go, and honestly stay aside." Brother, this guitar is not used to play tunes, and it can be used as a murder weapon at critical moments!"

The clay man fell to the ground, still muttering, "Born like ants and beautiful as gods...... Life is like the splendor of summer flowers, death is like ......"

"Death is like an ant!" the young man threw the wooden box on his back in the face of the clay man, picked up the guitar and laughed: "You poetry will definitely be eliminated, and what replaces you is the guitar and rock !!."

The clay man struggled to sit up, covered his face and retorted: "What kind of guitar rock, it's all about romance and love, and weakness corrodes the blood and fighting spirit of my generation of young people." How can there be poetry that is deafening and awakens the people of the whole country!"

The young man laughed loudly: "If it was last year, I really couldn't convince you, but now it's different!" His eyes were as bright as stars, and he raised his guitar high and said: "A brand new song has been born, it will open up the world and bring a new era !!"

The clay man stared at the young man like a madman, plucked the strings, and shouted at the top of his voice in the windy and rainy ruined temple: "I used to ask endlessly, when will you come with me, but you always laugh at me, and have nothing! I want to give you my pursuit, and my freedom, but you always laugh at me, nothing! Oh...... When are you going to come with me? Oh...... When are you going to come with me......"

The clay figure seemed to have been struck by lightning, and the skin of his whole body trembled, and before he knew it, he had burst into tears: "This ...... What song is this?"

The young man threw away his guitar and howled like a wolf: "This is Chinese rock!

Su Ye stood in the corner, staring blankly at the two humans in front of him, they had a temperament that made his heart shake after many years of silence. On that rainy night, he decided to follow the two men until he realized his true heart.

The fairy poet guitarist has been walking together since then.