On the day the Fire Palace was on fire, Li Yao fell on the Chaoyang Bridge and dislocated his left hand. At that time, he didn't feel anything at all. He just wanted to run to the Fire Palace, but was stopped by the firefighters on the bridge. At that time, the hand had no strength, and he refused to listen to his command, and his mind was blank. Afterwards, I realized that my left hand could not be lifted up, and it was really hanging off like a doll. The fire was burning red, and steam gushed out of the Nanming River, like the smell of boiling seedling medicine. He was overwhelmed by the familiar hot and humid breath, and passed out on the arm of a firefighter. After he was sent to the hospital to have his arm reconnected, the Fire Palace had been reduced to ashes. The sense of destruction and emptiness made him suddenly fall into the abyss, into depression, and he forgot to go home. After that, he simply recuperated in the hospital, preparing to recuperate for ten or eight days, and then slowly think about the future.
After all, he is a person who keeps crawling out of disasters. After eating and drinking enough, the depression quickly passes like diarrhea, and Li Yao begins to feel bored. The ubiquitous smell of medicine and the sound of ** make him want to run away.
No one came to see Li Yao. In the past, when he was the boss, he couldn't get rid of his dog-meat friends, but now he was alone, and for the rest of his life, they all threw him away as a bone he had gnawed. Think about it, Wang Ying is the only person who has been with him all these years without any purpose of benefit. Wang Ying didn't draw anything from him, and taught him to play the saxophone, which gave him an elegant hobby. Thinking about this, he went to visit Wang Ying in his ward from time to time, and chatted with this comatose person¡ªspeaking for himself.
In this empty ward next to the humid garden, Li Yao got the most unguarded and most relaxed opportunity to speak. He looked back on his childhood and youth, analyzed his inner imprints, and uttered all kinds of despicable thoughts that had been hidden in his heart, and what he had done, including ordering waiters, chefs to kill sows, buffalo beef as hump meat, Such small things as the sika deer to the guests. In the process of speaking, Li Yao was constantly inspired, with sparks flickering, about life, about emotions, about history probably sorted out his whole life. Perhaps, one day, his dialogue with the comatose artist can be written as "The Ugly Life in the Eyes of Li Yao".
When he said this, he was happy and proud, and couldn't help but wipe Wang Ying's eyelids to check whether he was pretending to be unconscious.
Even Li Yao didn't know why he was so suspicious.
The more he talked, the farther he talked, from the past to the future, and to the rest of his life. Thinking about the rest of his life, he suddenly remembered that there was an expert in Yangming Temple in Dongshan, who might have seen his future and could guide him. He looked up at the twilight outside the window, suddenly jumped up, rushed out of the ward, and headed towards Dongshan.
After Li Yao left, Bumo, wearing a long gown and a blue cloth towel wrapped around his head, entered Wang Ying's ward.
Although Wang Ying's head was wrapped with a thick bandage, Boomer still recognized him. For countless nights, Bumo followed him and Aha, from Beijing Road to Zhonghua Road to Outer Ring Road, until Aha returned to her bachelor apartment in Normal University.
This comatose man was tall and tall, obviously not a local minority, nor a local Han. It doesn't matter where he came from or where he came from. Bumo came here today to dispose of him according to the order of the chieftain. He is already a person without any ability to resist, maybe he will fall asleep forever, unable to speak or open his eyes, only breathing, a vegetative state. Even this is not enough, his life will always be a display of shame, he is the display of that shame, Boomer can deal with him in the way of his own nation.
Boomer brought a thumb-sized vial of homemade blue potion.
This potion is soaked in a small red flower in the mountains. It is a strong toxic anesthetic. After more than ten minutes of anesthesia, the organism is completely paralyzed, and then the organs begin to fail. Then in about an hour or so, the life ends in a trance and the body gradually dehydrates and shrinks over several days. This potion is very precious, because the red flowers are very rare and only bloom in late summer. The people who collect herbs can only distinguish it from thousands of weeds when it blooms. Bumo searched for it in countless forests, and after finding it, transplanted it into a special bowl and placed it in a secret place. After waiting for several seasons, it began to grow and slowly bloom, and Bumo collected its petals to make a potion. This potion can't be used lightly, only the elderly who are suffering from extremely painful diseases and can enjoy the hanging coffin funeral can drink a few drops with the consent of the chieftain, elders, and Bumo. The hanging coffin burial has not been held for many years, and Bumo's potion has also been stored for many years. Many ancient rituals, the Buyi people have slowly given up.
This time, Jin Ding instructed Bumo to use it, which has three meanings: first, this way expresses the severe punishment attitude of the Buyi people to this stranger who committed crimes; second, it is a sacrifice to Aha for losing his virginity; third , this method of execution is consistent with the romantic life of Artist Wang YingWang Ying's face: "It's really alive, isn't it a ghost?"
Wang Ying made the bed neatly, and then stood in front of the window looking at the overgrown garden.
"I gotta go."
"Where are you going?"
"Leave this city."
Li Yao stood up, walked over and touched his shoulder: "I want to go too. Do you know? The Fire Palace is gone."
"You lost the bet with others?"
"No, it was burned by wheat yellow."
Wang Ying looked back at his long, thin face suspiciously.
"Really, I didn't lie to you. It was the day when the concert was supposed to be held. Too many things happened in a while."
"What will you do after that?"
"When it was getting dark, I went to Yangming Temple to ask an expert to make a fortune. It was the same as that Shan Si of the Literary Federation said. I was destined to lose money this year. The expert said that my life is short of water, so I have to have water. I was destroyed too quickly and completely, the hexagram says, if I go south, to a place with water, my fortune will come soon, and it will be ruthless!"
"It's all nonsense! Do you want to be ruthless and rob a bank?"
"Who knows? It's really a fortune, and it can't be stopped."
"You won't do anything for money, will you?"
"Look at you artists talking! Measuring means? All means are just means. Let me see, whose poem did I get my inspiration from? Oh, Rosanne, she said everything was just a means." is a place."
"Don't talk about Rousang's poems, it will make me want to beat you up. People like you think your mouth is dirty." Li Yao twisted his mouth: "You still want to beat me? I'm a hooligan, who am I afraid of? "
"Yeah, don't think you can play the saxophone, you can read, you are a person. I really can't change you, after all, you are not the same person."
"This year, who can change who? Let's not talk nonsense, you have come back to life, I have lived in this city for too long, I should change another place. Or, let's go together? For you, really All places are but one place."
"I'm afraid you, a little rascal, will stab me with a knife again."
Li Yao looked at Wang Ying's leg with some embarrassment. Where he stabbed it with the jumping knife, the cut jeans were still stained with blood. The wound was freshly bandaged and had not fully healed.
"I was in a hurry to jump the wall at that time, don't worry about it. Besides, you cost me tens of thousands at the concert. Here, Mai Huang burned down the Fire Palace. I was robbed by you and I was penniless."
"I still have some money. It's worth selling my motorcycle. I'll give it to you later."
"Forget it, I don't want the money of a wandering artist like you, and it's not enough for me to buy American ginseng. Let's go to Yunnan. Someone in Gejiu owes me a lot of money. It's enough for the two of us to get that money back." , go to the Golden Triangle, go to Myanmar, you can make a fortune!"
"You are evil, I am not with you. I also tell you that if you go to find friends, you may be able to live, but if you go to people to ask for debts, I am afraid that you will not live! Those friends of yours are all of the same way people?"
"Well Those people say other things are fine, but money is really not good.
"Besides, I warn you, if you want to touch drugs, get your heads ready!"
"Get rich fast"
The two chatted slowly, and it was getting dark. A tall figure flashed past in the abandoned garden, and Li Yao was suddenly very nervous: "Who?"
Wang Ying knew it was Bumo. He tightly grasped the thing that Bumo wanted him to give to Aha. It was a small triangular bag sewn with red satin, like a sachet, but not a sachet. He didn't know what was in it.
Wang Ying said to Li Yao: "Are you dazzled?"
"No, there is someone. Want to murder me? I have no money."
"Did Mai Huang come looking for you?" Wang Ying teased.
"Mai Huang" Li Yao had always believed in witch ghosts, but now his cheeks stiffened from nervousness. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com