Chapter Twenty-Eight: Not What You See
It was really a crazy night, and the town that was still dead during the day became inexplicably 'alive' on such a night, with shops opening inexplicably and unusually noisy streets like a doomsday carnival.
All kinds of crazy laughter, screams from time to time into the small courtyard where we are, accompanied by such a background, I told Brother Chengxin and Ruyue in detail what I saw, in exchange for a long silence, no matter how vague things are, the eternal constant in the middle is only human nature, simply put, anything in this world, whether it is a war, or a small family conflict, the essence is just human nature, everything, disturbed
I have seen a lot of things and listened to a lot, and I will have the anxiety and powerlessness in my heart that I want to change, but I can't do it, but often one or two of them are shining points, and people can't bear to give up a certain hope, just like a street beggar who is hungry and desperate, and there will always be one or two warm eyes with inquiry and sympathy, bending down and giving respect to a small banknote
We all have this kind of contradictory mood, so the silence of Brother Chengxin and Ruyue, I empathize with it.
The night breeze was cold, and I took off the black cloak on my body, always feeling that it represented a kind of numb depravity, and the breath of the three people was in the air into a diffuse white mist, and I suddenly said, "Go out for a walk?" β
Brother Chengxin smiled, still warm, and said lightly: "It's okay, look at the charm and spirit, it is also a kind of mental experience." β
And Ruyue has already opened the door of the small courtyard, turned around, her bright eyes are still the same as when she was a child, she turned around and grabbed me and Brother Chengxin one by one and said: "It feels like an adventure when I was a child, but the sad thing is that it was a dim cemetery underground at that time, but now it is in the world." β
Ruyue's words made the three of us silent at the same time, but the footsteps did not stop, and we had already walked out of this small courtyard and walked into the alley outside the courtyard.
The moonlight penetrated the mist and sprinkled in this alley, even if it was a little remote in this alley, there were three or two people, who seemed to be drunk, one sat on the ground, leaning against the wall and smirking, and the two hooked their shoulders and backs, and made a gurgling sound in their throats.
"It seems that at this time, whoever is not happy will be spurned, and this town is crazy." Passing by such three drunks, Brother Chengxin helped the glasses on his face and whispered.
I put my hands in my pockets, let Ruyue hold me, looked up at the hazy moon slightly, and also whispered back to Brother Chengxin: "If you don't vent so presumptuously, desperately let yourself laugh, as if you are very happy, how can you hide the pain in your heart?" It's someone else's child who is sent out today, and who can know what is the most precious thing around him tomorrow? For those who have chosen to fall, it is better to forget these, if they have wine today and get drunk today, they will have the courage to live tomorrow. β
"Third brother, so you're saying that sometimes it's more painful to be alive than to die?" While talking, we have walked out of this alley, a turn is equivalent to the main street of the town, during the day it is obviously a depression, but now the whole main street is brightly lit, the shops on both sides with closed doors have been opened, the street is full of wandering people, everyone seems to have forgotten who they are like a presumptuous fuss, ugly looking at this scene, Ruyue suddenly asked me.
We walked on this main street, from time to time someone lit a burst of firecrackers, I don't know where it came from, or just to prepare for this time, in this kind of noise, I said to Ruyue: "Sometimes life is more painful than death, red dust refining the heart, refining the word next to the fire, that is to temper the soul with pain,!" But do you think these people are alive? People who don't dare to face the pain naturally can't feel the pain, so what else can we talk about? Occasionally, all they can feel is complaining and then continuing to be numb. Complaining is not the same as complaining and being bitter, just like the difference between words and actions on a thing, you know? These people are nothing more than walking dead, numb beings, just existing, not living. β
"Hmm." Ruyue agreed softly, no longer speaking, but a pair of smart eyes swept over the shops on both sides.
And these shops, mostly restaurants and gambling houses, are full of drunken people, and red-eyed people who gamble, who cannot face pain, or who are willing to degenerate and numb for some unspeakable benefit, and can only forget in this way, their smiles are flamboyant, even distorted, as if the moment has been boundlessly happy.
We walked around the town for about half an hour, and it was as if we had seen all kinds of depravity and numbness, in all kinds of ways, and even men and women who were intimate in the streets, but the more we did this, the more we felt a sting.
Brother Chengxin yawned, and suddenly his eyes were dilated, and he said to me: "Go back, I'm tired, don't look at it." β
"Me too." Ruyue also looked very tired, and then suddenly whispered again: "Third brother, Brother Chengxin, do you say that those who send their relatives out of this town, or escape from this town, are they brave, or what?" β
Brother Chengxin and I didn't know the answer, so we fell silent, and the three of us suddenly relied on each other all the way and walked back to the small courtyard.
When I closed the gate of the courtyard, everything became a little quieter, and the moment I closed the gate, I suddenly felt a sense of relief, and it felt like I had returned to the world from purgatory.
We didn't have any extra words, we greeted each other lightly, and after a brief tidying up, we went back to each other's rooms, wanting to rest, I tried to keep a peaceful mood to sleep, but I always tossed and turned, and in such a faint anxiety that I couldn't sleep, I heard the gate of the courtyard being knocked open and staggering footsteps, and the murmuring of drunkards
Later, I heard the continuous crying of the old man Wang in the main house, and the sound of talking to himself from time to time, and inexplicably tossed until dawn
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I don't know if it was because the town was too 'happy' last night, so by the next morning, it was drizzling.
There is always wind, but at least under the rain, I can no longer raise the yellow dust, but even so, the sky in this town always has a vague feeling, I glanced at it, and sighed in my heart, how can even the rainy day be so foggy and hazy.
According to the agreement, we set off to the place where Mr. Liu was.
Different from the madness of the night, this town has regained that kind of melancholy atmosphere during the day, and the occasional three or two people, with their faces also tired after the carnival, and the few shops that have opened lazily look like a 'dead town', but even so, it still makes people feel a trace of normality, as if the people of this town are finally sober.
I still don't know much about the roads in this town, maybe because there are too many things on my mind, and my excellent memory doesn't work at this time, and I don't know why I don't want to ask the people of this town anything.
After all, last night, when I pulled down my cloak, many people had already seen me, but the people of this town were used to suppressing a certain secret from each other, and there was a delicate balance between me and them that could not be explained, so why should I ask them anything, it was boring to ask them.
Fortunately, I always remember the old tube building very clearly, and after taking a lot of detours, we still managed to find the tube building.
Downstairs, there were two old men already waiting for us, watching our arrival, the expressions on their faces were obviously very relaxed.
We walked over as if we were already familiar with each other, and after greeting us, without any extra nonsense, they led us into the building.
Due to the old style of the building, the design problem, the whole building lighting problem is not very good, even though it is daytime, walking in the stairwell, it is also very dark, and even some can't see the stairs under your feet.
We are young people, but fortunately, I obviously feel that the two old people who lead the way are very laborious to walk step by step.
"Why don't you turn on the lights?"
"Why don't you stay shorter?"
Brother Chengxin and Ruyue asked almost at the same time.
In the face of such a question, an old man was very silent, but the other old man sighed, and simply said: "How can there be electricity to turn on the lights?" It's not safe to live short. β
Just one sentence, more than a dozen words, but I felt inexplicably heavy in my heart, I could only bow my head wordlessly, and slowly follow them all the way up, until I reached the top floor, I saw an iron gate with a fence, locked the entrance to the stairwell, one of the old men took out the key, and opened the iron door with a trembling hand, so that we could enter.
It's another simple detail, but I feel that their life is not easy!
Behind the iron gate, it was still very dark, but fortunately, at a corner, I saw the corridor of the tube building, and the walls on both sides were hung with lighted oil lamps, and finally bid farewell to such darkness.
On both sides of the corridor were opposite rooms, and the doors were open, and the old man who opened the door said, "We live here, and we live like this, some of us have lived for many years, and some of us have lived for a few years, but not all of us are as old as you see." β
What do you mean? I looked up abruptly and looked at him.
He smiled wryly and said to me, "I'm only in my forties." β