"The first snow in 2002,
A little later than usual,
The No. 2 bus parked on the eighth floor..."
Outside the car, some shop was playing Dao Lang's song on the speakers.
at the same time,
Zhou Ze saw outside the car window,
It started snowing.
roadside,
It was actually covered with snow.
Today is June 27th, in the hot summer.
It's snowing.
The car arrived at the station again and stopped;
The old man suddenly appeared on the curb outside the car, with his hands in the pockets of his green coat, his Liberation Shoes stepping on the snow, his body shaking a little, and white air constantly coming out of his mouth.
Before the door closed, Zhou Ze jumped off the bus, which frightened the bus driver so much that he yelled "Are you looking for death?"
Huh…
cold,
It's cold indeed.
It's a bright summer day.
Suddenly it was winter.
However, Zhou Ze, who was wearing thin clothes, did not find it too difficult to accept. He was a man who had to sleep with a female zombie in his arms every day, and he had even slept in a freezer before.
"Young man, it's good to have a lot of fire."
The old man looked at Zhou Ze and said enviously.
"What's going on?" Zhou Ze asked.
"It's fake, all fake." The old man stretched out his hand, caught some snowflakes, and continued, "It's a very simple illusion. If you don't want to wake up and want to continue watching, I will take you to continue watching.
After so many years,
I also want to find someone to talk to.
You killed me,
Qualified to chat with me.
How about continuing walking
If you don’t want to leave, this simple environment won’t hold you back.”
The old man said this and started walking forward on his own with his head down.
He is right.
This is a fantasy that couldn't be simpler.
The switch is very abrupt. Compared with the "silent and subtle" horror of the Yin-Yang Book, this scene seems a bit too simple and rough.
But as the old man said,
The value of a student's oil painting does not necessarily depend entirely on the quality of the painting, but also on the status of her father.
This illusion could not trap Zhou Ze, but Zhou Ze just kept his head down, facing the snowflakes, and continued to follow the old man forward.
He wants to see it, he wants to see it,
This thing that can't even completely kill the one inside of me,
This guy who dared to come to the door to chat after being killed,
His true face,
What on earth is it!
Although Zhou Ze felt
In fact, there is an answer, but it still needs more confirmation.
The old man seemed to be opening his heart to him, and Zhou Ze would not keep him at a distance.
The snow is getting heavier.
After walking for a while, the old man seemed to be unable to walk anymore. He squatted down by the side of the road, took out a pipe, fiddled with the tobacco leaves, and started smoking.
Seeing Zhou Ze standing beside him, he extended his pipe to Zhou Ze, indicating to Zhou Ze whether he wanted to smoke or not, and he was welcome to do so.
Zhou Ze also squatted down, took out his cigarette and lit it.
One old and one young,
Just squatting on the roadside,
Let the snow fall on their heads, shoulders, and slopes,
Smoking silently.
The old man didn't speak, and Zhou Ze didn't speak either.
But what is coming,
It's always coming.
"I really want to die." The old man spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and then coughed several times in succession, "I'm tired, really."
The old man's two "really" revealed a kind of helplessness.
I want to die, but I can't.
This kind of helplessness,
In the eyes of most people, it is an easy thing to do, which makes others envious!
Throughout the ages, how many people have dreamed of immortality, how many kings have been obsessed with it, and how many princes and nobles have spared no effort to achieve it.
But the strange thing is,
Zhou Ze could tell that the old man was speaking from his heart.
He wants to die.
But he couldn't die.
This is not being pretentious, but the most real helplessness buried deep in the old man's heart.
"What on earth are you?" Zhou Ze asked again.
"Oh, you haven't figured it out yet?" The old man smiled and tapped his pipe on the curb. "Or maybe you have already figured it out, but you don't dare to believe it, right?"
As soon as the old man finished speaking,
A group of people were walking across the street.
Holding a banner,
Holding a sign,
Shouting slogans,
More and more people are joining.
The shouts, resounding through the sky, dispelled the chill of this winter and made it hot, just like the sun in the sky and summer returned.
"%%￥￥@!"
"%%… &!"
The slogans are neat,
The few people who were in the lead were so excited that their faces flushed, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
This team walked right in front of Zhou Ze and the old man. Some of them saw the old man and Zhou Ze squatting there smoking, and many of them showed contempt in their eyes.
It's like looking at a group of numb compatriots, a group of rigid peers.
Love their misfortune and be angry at their lack of resistance!
Zhou Ze scratched his head.
The old man laughed.
After laughing, he continued:
"I want to die. Why can't the person inside you kill me? No, he can kill me, but he can't kill me now, or he doesn't want to spend so much energy to kill me."
The old man stood up as he spoke.
He threw the pipe at the tree in front of him.
There are no landslides, no cracks in the ground, no water flowing back.
There is no domineering spirit like "Lu Zhishen uprooting a weeping willow tree".
The old man actually shook himself so hard that his palms hurt.
He covered his fingers and danced around on the ground in a funny way.
“There is another possibility. He saw that I wanted to die but couldn’t, so he deliberately kept me alive so that I could continue to suffer this torture!
Damn it,
I didn't offend him.
He is so cruel. If I am not dead yet, I will come back after a while and someone else will die because of me. But that person doesn't care. He doesn't care about human life. He just sees that I am uncomfortable and would rather let me continue to suffer like this.
How cruel! They are simply taking human life lightly."
The old man continued to curse.
Zhou Ze saw a few people coming out from the back of the team. They walked to a car nearby and looked around at a Mitsubishi car.
The car door opened and two tall and strong men walked out. The two groups looked at each other for a while, then one group left and the two men who got off the car got back on.
As the group walked, they stopped beside a Toyota car not far ahead.
They seemed to have seen who was sitting in the car.
They started to point at the people inside the car and curse through the car window.
Start scolding,
Start educating,
Even started spitting.
They are impassioned, they are powerful, they are passionate, even though they don't look very young, with bald heads, big bellies and old-fashioned tattoos on their shoulders.
As the shouting and cursing continued,
More and more people began to gather around, some were watching, some were taking pictures, and some were cheering.
The few people who had surrounded the car at the beginning began to get more and more excited. The encouragement from the people around them seemed to give them unlimited strength.
They feel they are the one that matters.
They think they are supreme.
They even felt that
I am shining!
finally,
One cannot resist this impulse.
He jumped directly onto the roof of the car and started jumping.
He was shouting while stepping on the ground, and cursing while jumping on the ground.
He was intoxicated.
His self,
He is unstoppable!
The other person was not to be outdone. He picked up the wrench he had prepared long ago and smashed it directly into the car windshield amid the exclamations of the crowd!
“Bang!”
There was a large crack in the windshield.
They vented their anger, even though the enemy was thousands of miles away, and even though the person sitting inside had an ID card designed exactly like theirs.
But they felt honored and great. Amid the cheers of the people around them, he felt that he was not wielding a wrench, but a machete, just like a character in the legendary drama broadcast on every TV station late at night.
As if around him,
There were bullets whistling,
There was the noise of gunfire,
There is burning smoke,
He is firm.
Fortitude,
calm,
He raised his wrench again and again, smashing the car windows and doors.
It was as if he hadn't smashed the car.
But it was the enemy's armored tank,
He is the Polish surprise soldier.
Blowing the charge, protecting their country, protecting their nation, launching a great charge towards the steel torrent!
Even if there are thousands of people, I will go.
This is his belief at this moment!
The people around kept cheering and applauding.
It seemed as if they were about to have a great victory.
Dawn,
Right in front of them!
They will prove their courage, reveal their broad minds, and demonstrate their integrity!
They are excited, they are boiling, they are in high spirits!
finally,
The car door was pushed open from the inside.
The people inside got out of the car in fear.
It was a woman, dressed in ordinary clothes. On the other side, a girl also got off the car. The girl was crying, shouting and cursing.
The woman kept pleading with these people.
But once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. On the battlefield, there is only charge, no retreat!
They pushed the woman away and continued to smash the car, shouting at her and pointing at the car's brand, scolding her for being mean, shameless and vulgar.
Zhou Ze, who was standing nearby, saw this scene and took a deep breath.
The old man changed a pack of cigarettes and continued smoking.
"Is it interesting?" Zhou Ze asked.
"The answer you want is right here." The old man blew out a puff of smoke, "I want to die."
The old man kept saying this, just like Xianglin Sao would say to everyone she met: I only knew that when it snowed, the wild animals in the valleys had no food to eat and would come to the village; I didn’t know that there would also be…
The woman stood up and tried to stop the people from smashing the car.
But the guy next to him holding the wrench,
But he just smashed the wrench down!
"Bang!"
The sound of the head opening.
Crunchy,
Also feeling depressed,
The woman fell to the ground.
The blood kept flowing out.
In this winter snowy day with white snow all around,
This red
It seems so dazzling.
Zhou Ze pursed his lips and told himself that this was an illusion.
Turning his head, Zhou Ze unexpectedly found that the old man who had just stood next to him smoking was gone again.
then,
When Zhou Ze looked towards the car again,
Seeing the blood pool,
The old man's figure was reflected.
His face was gaunt.
His eyes were confused.
He is crying.
He is shouting,
He is making a scene.
He pleaded loudly:
"I want to die.
Why don't you let me die!"