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Chapter 507: Life is like a dream
Fang Jie waved his hand to signal the team to move on. He left the large group of people with his personal entourage and headed towards the dilapidated village. Fang Jie stopped when he was still a hundred or ten meters away, asked everyone to stop, and walked toward the old man alone. Shen Qingshan and Zhuo Buyi planned to follow, but Fang Jie shook his head and said no.
When Fang Jie got closer, he took a closer look at the old man sitting on the platform of the well fishing. He could not tell his exact age. There was not a single white hair or beard in his hair, but his beard had already hung down to his chest. Judging from his face, he seemed to be in his fifties, but Fang Jie always felt that this person must be very old.
The old man was wearing a coarse cloth gown, which was very simple without any accessories. The clothes were also plain-colored. Although they were very old, they were very clean. He sat there holding the fishing rod with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep. Because the wellhead is not very big, the fishing rod is raised very high. The fishing rod seems to be embedded in a stone statue and does not move.
Fang Jie glanced at the floating willow branches, his eyes even more surprised.
Even if the fishing line is hung with bait, it will still sway when the wind blows, but not only does the old man remain motionless, but even the fluttering fishing line does not move.
Fang Jie did not approach the old man and sat down on a broken wall about three meters away. He did not speak, but quietly watched the old man sleep.
After sitting like this for more than half an hour, the old man slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the bottom of the well and sighed: "It seems that I will get nothing again today"
When he opened his eyes, he seemed to realize that Fang Jie was not far away: "Hey, it's not like I caught nothing. I didn't catch what I wanted to catch, but I caught a young man with a sign."
Fang Jie then stood up, walked over and bowed and saluted: "I've seen you, senior."
The old man turned to look at him: "What are you doing?"
Fang Jie replied: "Curious"
"What are you curious about?"
Fang explained: "The junior is curious about what you are fishing for, senior, so I don't dare to spare the senior's innocence and just sit aside and watch."
The old man asked: "If I don't talk to you, you won't talk to me either?"
Fang Jie nodded: "I just want to see what you can catch in the end, so it doesn't matter if you don't say anything. If I haven't seen what you caught by the time I have to leave"
"Will you stay and continue watching?"
The old man interrupted him and asked.
Fang Jie shook his head: "It's just a momentary curiosity. Even if I don't wait until you catch anything, I still have to leave. I will stop and linger when I see a beautiful scenery somewhere, but I won't live here and never leave. Idea. The camp is less than three miles away. If you can sit here and fish in a dry well, I would be surprised if I wasn't interested."
"How do you know this is a dry well?"
The old man asked.
Fang Jie smiled and replied: "No one from the camp comes here to fetch water, but has to go to a farther place to transport it. If the soldiers are not afraid of disturbing you, it can only mean that the well is dry. Two days." I didn't see you here when I entered the camp, and the soldiers didn't come here to get water. And the reason why you are here today is probably because you are fishing for me Since you have lowered the pole and put the line, I understand. I knew I might have been hooked and wanted to come up and have a look.¡±
"Ha ha"
The old man laughed loudly: "You are quite confident, young man Do you think I'm trying to catch you?"
Fang Jie shook his head: "I'm not sure, so let's take a look. If you don't open your mouth when I plan to leave, it means you are not trying to catch me."
"It seems to make sense."
The old man glanced at Fang Jie: "I come here to fish every day. You can't see me not because I'm not here, but because you haven't looked over. Or maybe you looked over but couldn't see me."
This is nonsense, but Fang Jie seemed to sense something profound.
"As for whether I'm fishing for you or not, it doesn't matter, because you're already here."
When the old man spoke, he was still holding the fishing rod in his hand, his hand was still as stable as a rock, and the fishing line was still very straight.
"It seems that you are not fishing for me, I am just a passerby."
Fang Jie shook his head: "Junior, take your leave."
The old man said: "Someone told me that you are an anomaly. Your mentality is too old to seem to be accumulated over the years. The wiser the person is, the less he pays attention to the calmness of his mind when he is young. It is more about showing off the edge rather than hiding it. You young man." When it¡¯s time to show off, when it¡¯s time to hide, it¡¯s like a practicing evildoer.¡±
Fang Jie's heart moved, and then he clasped his fists: "Senior, can you give me some advice?"
The old man was silent for a while and asked: "Do you understand what I just said that the reason you haven't seen me in the past few days is because you didn't look here?"
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The old man pointed to a stone opposite: "Since you are not in a hurry, just sit down and talk to me for a while. I have been fishing here for seven days, but I still haven't caught anything. Sitting here every day is quite boring. After sleeping and waking up, I finally met a young man who was interesting and I couldn't let him go easily. "
Fang Jie smiled and sat down across from him: "Senior, please teach me."
The old man glanced at him and pointed to some broken stones on the ground in front of Fang Jie: "Can you do one thing for me first?"
"What?"
"Those gravels are too messy. I have been looking at them for a long time, but I can't move, so I can only look at them. The more I look at them, the more uncomfortable I am, so I have to force myself not to look at them. But the more I don't look at them, the more I feel blocked. . You can arrange those gravels in whatever pattern you want, just stop making them so messy."
Fang Jiexin said that this was typical obsessive-compulsive disorder. Why couldn't the old man move?
Although the old man's request was strange, Fang Jie still bent down and picked up all the gravel. He was silent for a while, and then arranged the gravel neatly in a square array on the ground, very regular, very careful, and square. , horizontally and vertically. After finishing the display, he asked the old man: "How do you feel now?"
The old man said with some annoyance: "Why do you have to arrange it so neatly again? It makes me feel even more uncomfortable."
Fang Jie was slightly stunned, then nodded, scrambled the stones, and arranged them again. This time he placed a word. His last name is Fang.
The old man seemed a little puzzled: "Why did you say a word?"
Fang Jie replied: "I just made a square shape, and senior said it was too regular. So I made a square shape. It doesn't look so regular, but it's still a square."
The old man couldn't help but glare at him: "On purpose?"
"on purpose"
Fang Jie nodded.
The old man was silent for a while and said: "It's up to you. Anyway, it's better to put everything in place than to mess it up. What do you think when you look at this square character?"
Fang Jie lowered his head and glanced down. Just when he was about to shake his head, he suddenly found that the small stones that formed the square characters suddenly started to move on their own. It was as if there was life. Fang Jie even thought that facial features appeared on those small stones and smiled silly at him. But he knew that this was an illusion, but he couldn't look away. Gradually, the stones he saw were moving faster and faster, but they still felt like a square shape.
The scene in front of him gradually changed, and one picture after another kept changing in front of his eyes.
There was an infant child lying on the vast ground, looking at the sky with clear black and white eyes in fear. His eyes were clean and bright, so the fear in them was clearly visible. There seemed to be the howling of wild wolves in the distance, and it also seemed to be the sound of killing. He couldn't speak yet and didn't dare to speak. He just clenched his fists and looked at the sky, not even daring to look around.
A thick and wide hand appeared out of thin air, grabbed the baby's swaddling clothes and lifted it up. With the baby in his arms, the man began to walk forward. As he moves his arms back and forth as he walks, the baby rocks back and forth. It was like an uncomfortable cradle, and the baby actually slowly fell asleep.
At this moment, the scene changed.
A little boy sat on the wall of a dilapidated yard, swinging his legs back and forth, still looking up at the sky. I don't know what he was thinking, but his clear eyes seemed to be full of doubts. Someone was shouting something to him under the wall. They couldn't see their faces or even distinguish between men and women. They stood underneath with their hands open, as if they were afraid that the little boy would fall down.
Then the huge hand appeared again, grabbed the little boy's front, lifted him up and walked forward. The little boy was obviously less afraid this time. He held the hand tightly and tried hard to see what the owner of this hand looked like. But he was disappointed. The man was too tall and his face was behind the clouds, so he couldn't see clearly.
In the third scene, a little boy who looked to be in his late teens was being carried by a belt and running away. The wind blew past his ears and stung his eardrums. He seemed a little disgusted with being carried away like this. He struggled from time to time but couldn't get away. He looked back again and again to see what was chasing him, and the confusion on his face became more and more serious. Sometimes I look behind me, sometimes I look at the sky.
The fourth scene shows a group of boys wearing military uniforms walking on the snow, squatting down from time to time and looking for something. After a long time, he finally found some traces, and a look of joy suddenly appeared on his face. He took off the stiff bow from his back and carefully aimed at a plump hare hiding behind the withered grass. The arrow flew very eccentrically after being shot.?The frightened hare ran away. The boy stood there and stared blankly, and then said to himself, forget it, they all have the same fate. Suddenly a wild wolf appeared behind him, baring its sharp fangs. The boy turned around and shot an arrow right in the eye socket of the wild wolf.
In the fifth scene, a young man riding a war horse is walking on the official road, joking with the people around him from time to time. As they were walking, suddenly a huge shadow enveloped them. The young man raised his head and looked, and a huge city appeared in front of him. The young man was very excited and nervous, looking at the towering city wall with some complicated meanings in his eyes. The young man came out not long after he entered the city. When he came out, he changed into a brand-new brocade suit and looked very handsome. When he entered the city, there was a young eagle flying hard in the sky. When he left the city, the grown-up eagle flapped its wings and flew to the top of the clouds.
In the sixth scene, the already heroic young man is galloping in the wilderness with a cavalry. The hares in the grass are frightened and run away. The birds fly away and quickly disappear. He reined in his horse and saw an endless mountain range. There is a canyon in this mountain. There seem to be many people waving bright red flags in the canyon, as if they are welcoming him or celebrating something.
In the sixth scene, the endless black-armored army slowly moved forward along the flat official road, the wind blowing the battle flags and making a hunting sound. There were too many people and horses, the team in front had disappeared, and the team behind had not yet come into sight. There was a huge platform on one side of the official road. A general wearing golden armor stood on the platform and looked at his team in high spirits. He walked down from the platform and boarded a huge chariot. The golden armor reflected the dazzling brilliance in the sun.
"ah"
Fang Jie spat out a mouthful of bloody spit and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He bit his own tongue and struggled out of the illusion that frightened him.
When he opened his eyes, nothing changed around him. The sky was still clear, his guard had been standing in the distance, and the old fishing man was still sitting cross-legged on the platform of the well, with the fishing rod still raised high and the fishing line still stretched straight.
"Huh?"
The old man seemed surprised and looked at him like a monster.
"It's really strange"
The old man couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "There are actually people who can come out of the floating dream on their own. In so many years, I have never seen anyone who can resist this temptation. Everyone wants to know what the future will look like, and the more they want to see, the deeper they fall. Don't you want to see it? Don't you dare to see it? "
He asked three questions in a row, but without waiting for Fang Jie's answer, he said to himself: "It's just a pity I didn't see anything."
He raised his head and glanced at the sky, his eyes full of doubts. It was just like the boy in the fantasy looking up at the sky. He didn't know whether he was doubting something, guessing something, or expecting something.