In this abandoned factory in Jagdac, Xiangshui, who is over ninety years old, lay on a rocking chair, staring at the ceiling above his head, recalling those bizarre past events: "Although he is so far apart, he still saw me. He walked out from behind Qianjiang Dazuo, completely clean, ignoring everyone's gaze, and walked towards me."
The old guy spoke slowly, as if he had returned to the depths of the Great Xing'an Mountains decades ago, and returned to the morning when he saw Qianjiang who had come back from the dead.
"Qian Jiang came to me, and the cold rushed over my head. At that time, I was so frightened that I didn't dare to move about it. Just in full view, Qian Jiang walked to my side and looked at me with a smile. , I think there seems to be a strange purple light in his eyes.
Maejiang is not as tall as I am. He stood on tiptoe, leaned to my ear, and whispered in a low voice that only the two of us can hear:'Why are you leaving me? 'I was so scared by him that I took a few steps back. He looked at me suspiciously, then reduced his smile, with his hands behind his back, took a few steps back, tilted his head and continued to look at me. I had the courage to look at him, and he grinned again, stretched out his finger and brushed his forehead:'You are sweating. "
I realized that there was already cold sweat on my forehead and back. At this time, Maejiang Dazuo brought the other people to stride over, and he picked up Maejiangjiro who was looking at me, and said loudly in Japanese: "Ogishi Jiro, who is this." "
Mae Kishijiro resumed the smile on his face:'This is my Chinese friend, father. "
Dazuo Mae Jiang stared at me for a long while with the gaze peculiar to soldiers. I subconsciously put my hands behind my back, Da Zuo Mae Jiang said:'This Chinese man is good. what's your name? '
I shivered and said:'My name is Xiang Shui. '"
When the old guy said this, he stopped talking. Instead, he lifted his upper body from the rocking chair and looked at the three of us, "Hearing this, what do you think is behind all this?"
Chongyang and I looked at each other and said, "There are many details you mentioned, and many things seem to have some kind of connection, but I can't figure out what the connection is."
The old guy raised his left hand and looked repeatedly under the light: "There are three nouns in elementary school mathematics, which are often used to test students, symmetry, translation, and rotation. Which word do you think should be the kind of connection you mentioned?"
I suddenly felt that this old guy is indeed not simple, his thinking is very clear, I said: "It should be symmetrical."
"Yes." He nodded, "I think so too, but I still don't know exactly what Longshan has."
"You haven't said what happened afterwards, how did you come out?" Li Yuanyi said suddenly.
Xiang Shui lay down on the rocking chair again: "After that day, I gradually estranged from Qianjiang. I always felt a strange feeling in him. I don't know what he experienced that night, and I don't know what he still has. Do you remember what happened that night, whether you held a grudge against me, he had looked for me several times, but I didn't dare to have any intersection with him anymore, and then he stopped looking for me.
But I still watch him secretly. In the eyes of other people, Mae Kishiro is very normal, but in my eyes, he reveals weirdness everywhere. His eyes are different from ordinary people. He often uses one. This weird look looked at me from a distance, and when I looked at him, he looked away. I asked other people and they all said there was no problem.
After a while later, Mae Jiang Dazuo was transferred to the Songhu battlefield and Mae Jiangjiro was also taken away. Before leaving, Mae Jiangjiro gave me something. "
"What is it?" I asked him.
"It’s a mess, I’ve kept that thing, and I’ll look for it." He got up, rummaged in the room, and finally did not know from which corner Gada turned out a broken bag, and finally found a sign tied with a rope. Half palm wide and one hand long.
This brand is very old, and the patterns on it are not very clear, and there are some waves and fishes vaguely.
Li Yuanyi leaned over to take a look, and said, "This is Omori, a kind of amulet of Japanese culture. It has the function of relieving bad luck and avoiding evil spirits. In short, it is to ward off evil spirits."
He handed me the defensive piece. I looked at it and handed it back to Xiang Shui. The old guy took the defensive piece and squinted under the light to look at it: "It was an afternoon and the sun was very bright. I heard someone calling me outside. When I looked downstairs, I saw Mae Kishiro standing at the gate of the school far away, looking at me. The sun was so shining that I couldn’t see Mae’s figure, and he shouted Xiangshui, Xiangshui, and then ask me to go down.
I didn’t move, I just looked at him from a distance. At that time, some people outside the school gate were already urging them. They were going to the Songhu battlefield, leaving the cold northeast, all the way south, North China, Huainan, Jiangnan, Shanghai, and then joined That war. Qianjiang is about to leave, I don't know if it is more liberation or more ideas.
In the end, Mae Kishijiro didn't know what he said loudly, he took something out of his arms and put it at the school gate. Later, I didn't know what it was because of the idea, so I went to the school gate and picked it up.
If this is a guard against evil spirits, then I think Jiang might have known something back then. Many times he looked at me with a hesitant expression, maybe he had something to say. But at that time we were already alienated a lot, and he knew that I would not care about him again. The defensive piece he left behind when he left, maybe to suggest something to me. "
"In the end, it wasn't just Mae Kishijiro that became weird, but you also became a little weird," I said.
The old guy was silent.
Together with Li Yuan: "Why did you become friends with Qianjiang back then?"
Xiang Shui lay on his back in the rocking chair, "How can there be so many why? In the depths of the snowy Daxinganling, he was in the snow, and he asked, what are you looking at? I said, I am looking at this snowman. There are so many things. In the beginning, it was just such a dull conversation."
The ending of many things is nothing but a trance accidentally on a moony night.
"Then have you seen Qianjiang before?" Li Yuanyi asked again.
The old guy said: "The Daxinganling incident is not over yet. After Qianjiang left, I still had an unpredictable life in the school. The Japanese often picked some students away, and those people never showed up again, because the left bank Ichiro’s asylum, I was not taken away, and I was living in the school as his assistant.
I often have nightmares, dreaming of that weird night shrouded in purple light, dreaming of Qianjiang crawling out of a coal pit and dragging long bloodstains in the snow. He looked at me and said with a smile: Why do you want Leave me.
I originally thought that I would spend my whole life in the depths of the virgin forest, tormented by nightmares all day long, but even such a day was broken. "
The old guy took a deep breath, and I realized that the story just now was only the first stage of his experience.
"That was 1945, and the Soviet Union sent troops to the Northeast." (End of this chapter)