Summoning Infinite Movie

When Jiang Jibei fell back on the bed, the shallow writing on the ceiling suddenly disappeared.

He lay on the bed for a while, half dreaming and half awake, more memories about Chi Xian slowly emerged in his mind.

Jiang Jibei remembered that when he was young, he and Chi Xian often invited each other to play at their home.

Two people stay together, or chat, or play games, or go out to play together.

The time we spent together flew by quickly, and it was always late at night in a blink of an eye.

At that time, the relationship between the two families was good, and the child stayed at the other party's house late, so they simply let him spend the night there.

Thinking of this, Jiang Jibei sat up from the bed, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and glanced at the time.

2021年8月12日，13：28。

He didn't think there was anything strange. After ordering a Sydney hangover soup, he put down his phone and got up to wash up.

The store is not far from Jiang Jibei's apartment, and after a while, hangover soup was delivered.

The delivery man rang the bell and waited at the door.

He held the packaged soup in his hand, with a respectful smile on his face: "Sir, your meal is here."

In the cognition of this delivery man, the gentlemen in the rich district can't hide their contemptuous expressions when they look at their "not human" things.

The spring breeze in the last second may be gentle, but the next second may be violent and violent, and there is no point in neglecting it.

Jiang Jibei took the meal expressionlessly, and after he closed the door, the delivery man who was laughing hard was relieved.

The reason why the delivery staff is so nervous is because Jiang Jibei now lives alone in a high-end residential complex in the wealthy area of ​​the capital.

The house price here has risen to 20 yuan per square meter, and the sieve of money has been sieved for a round, and the elite atmosphere in the community is very strong.

Some of the neighbors are business executives and some are scientific researchers. If the timing is right, you can even meet familiar faces who often appear in the news in the community.

Jiang Jibei is naturally also a member of the elite.

Generally speaking, he is now a filmmaker, engaged in behind-the-scenes investment, and will also participate in the creation of films.

After all, his father is a well-known film director, and his mother is an excellent writer.

Although the parents are busy, they will also find time to visit him and stay for a few days.

The family sat together happily, sharing what they had seen and heard recently.

It can be said that Jiang Jibei's success is inseparable from a wealthy family background.

But Chi Xian's family is different.

Or it should be called Chi Xian's parents' house - if he has moved out to live independently now.

Jiang Jibei remembered that Chi Xian's house was located in an urban village in the suburbs.

The streets and narrow alleys there are criss-crossed, and the narrow roads are occupied by the carts of various vendors. When you look up, you can see the sky divided into several pieces by electric wires.

The place where Chi Xian's family is located is not even considered a residential area. His family lives in the staff dormitory area of ​​the sugar factory in this city.

His father was a sugar factory worker, and his mother worked odd jobs in a supermarket, barely supporting the family's daily expenses.

Jiang Jibei remembered that Chi Xian had a brother who was five years older.

When they were in the third year of middle school, Chi Xian's elder brother was studying in a university in other places.

The residential buildings in the sugar factory were low and dilapidated, with almost no more than six floors.

In my memory, Chi Xian's family lived on the sixth floor, and every time Jiang Jibei went to play with him, he had to climb up the sixth floor.

After recalling Chi Xian, the memory about him seemed to be lifted abruptly and presented under the spotlight.

Going to Chi Xian's house, Jiang Jibei at that time was quite familiar with the road.

Now he recalled all this, and also remembered the location of Chi Xian's house.

After drinking the hangover soup, Jiang Jibei rinsed his mouth, picked up the car keys, and drove to the village in the city that he hadn't set foot in for many years.

After entering the gate of the factory, he carefully drove the car onto a not-so-spacious concrete road.

The road surface was full of potholes, broken into spider webs, and as soon as the wheels rolled over, his four-wheel-drive vehicle with excellent shock absorption instantly seemed to have epilepsy, bumping its owner like a crazy horse.

Jiang Jibei remembered that he and Chi Xian used to chase and play along this road.

There are residential buildings on both sides of the road, and the building where Chi Xian lives is at the end of the road.

Jiang Jibei parked the car in the open space at the end of the road, and immediately recognized the building where Chi Xian's house was located.

He walked all the way up the stairs covered with greasy moss due to water leakage on the stone pole. On the wall on one side of the stairs, naughty children scribbled on it with pens of various colors.

Walking to the sixth floor, Jiang Jibei's body took a step ahead of his brain, and skillfully turned right.

He stopped in front of the green painted door on the right side of the corridor.

The green paint on the wooden door was almost completely peeled off, and the nameplate at the door was also mottled, with the words 602 faintly showing under the scratches.

If I remember correctly, when Jiang Jibei went to play at Chi Xian's house for the first time, the doorbell of his house was already broken.

He reached out and pressed it, but there was no response.

Jiang Jibei raised his fingers and knocked on the door.

dong dong dong-

dong dong dong-

After waiting for a while, the sound of approaching footsteps came from inside the door.

The door was pulled open from the inside, and Jiang Jibei's heart skipped a beat when a face suddenly appeared.

The door was opened by a man in his fifties, with gray hair and a haggard complexion, his face covered with horrific burn scars.

The man looked at Jiang Jibei warily: "Who are you looking for?"

"Hi, excuse me." Jiang Jibei paused.

Although he remembered Chi Xian clearly, his impression of his parents was vague.

Seeing this terrifying face, Jiang Jibei felt his brain go blank for a moment.

The address was absolutely correct, thinking that maybe it was too long since he had seen each other, and he had forgotten the appearance of Chi's elders, so he didn't show any surprise at the scarred face.

Jiang Jibei asked politely: "Uncle, is this Chi Xian's house? I am his junior high school classmate, named Jiang Jibei, and I want to contact him."

He didn't know which sentence he heard, but the man's eyes suddenly widened.

A woman's hoarse voice sounded in the room: "Who? Who are you looking for?"

"I found the wrong person." The man turned his head quickly, said to the people in the room, and then looked at Jiang Jibei, "Hurry up, there is no one you are looking for here."

Jiang Jibei was taken aback by the man's hostile eyes.

If it wasn't Chi Xian's home, why did the man react like this?Did Chi Xian get kicked out of the house?

Or if the name was changed, Jiang Jibei changed the way of asking questions: "Uncle, don't worry, I want to ask, your son—"

"Son! Son! Are you interested?" The man was furious for a moment, and his gray hair stood up angrily.

The word "son" was like a trigger, and the woman behind the door screamed hysterically as well.

She rushed to the door of the house and slammed the door loudly. The man let go of his hand holding the door and hugged her tightly.

The door creaked open.

Jiang Jibei saw that the haggard woman in the room showed a hideous look at him.

Her forehead was black and blue, new wounds overlapped old wounds, and a stream of blood dripped down.

Amidst the woman's howling, he realized that the woman might have been banging her head on something.

A gust of wind hit, Jiang Jibei tilted his head subconsciously, dodging a slipper.

"Get out! Get out of here!" The man, with one bare foot, held the woman down with one hand, and went to pick up the remaining slippers with the other.

Jiang Jibei knew that now was definitely not the time to stay here, so he hurried downstairs.

As soon as they got down to the fifth floor, there was a sudden sour door hinge turning sound in the corridor.

He stopped vigilantly, and found that the door with the number 502 was opened a crack.

An old face appeared from behind the crack of the door, staring at him with probing eyes.

Jiang Jibei stopped and saw that there was a grandma standing behind the door.

"Are you looking for the child from the house upstairs?" Grandma's eyes flicked back and forth on Jiang Jibei's face, "Who are you?"

"I'm his junior high school classmate." Jiang Jibei paused and replied.

Presumably, the sound insulation in the old house was not good, so the noise upstairs was heard by the neighbors.

"Oh, junior high school, no wonder..." Grandma showed a suddenly realized expression.

She put her palms together to her mouth with a mysterious expression, lowered her voice, and said softly, "You don't know, do you? The son of that family died more than ten years ago."

died?

Jiang Jibei was completely stunned.

After losing his voice for a while, he reluctantly asked, "How is it possible?"

The shock shown by Jiang Jibei was within Grandma's expectation.

Grandma showed a strange expression in satisfaction: "It's a strange death. It should have happened around 2010. That child was tied up in a bamboo forest by the river. When someone found out, his lower body had already been pierced by spring bamboo shoots... ...It's still an unsolved case. It's a pity, it's hard to raise a college student."

The first half of the sentence made Jiang Jibei's scalp tingle, but the key word in the last sentence caught his attention: "College student?"

"Yes, his son was in college at the time, and he should be twenty."

Eleven years ago, both he and Chi Xian were only 11 years old and still in the third year of junior high school.

It turned out to be Chi Xian's brother.

Jiang Jibei breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked, "What about his brother? Is his brother okay?"

"Brother?" Grandma showed a puzzled expression, "The Chi family only has one son, and his name is Chi Yiming."

These words successfully made Jiang Jibei stay in place again.

"What about Chi Xian? Do you know Chi Xian?" He stared at Grandma, eager to know an answer, "There should be a younger brother in their family, he was 15 years old, and he was in the third year of middle school—"

"There is no such person, young man, did you find the wrong person?" Grandma shrank behind the crack of the door.

When going downstairs, Jiang Jibei heard several households poking around.

The news that "the woman on the top floor is crazy again" is a rare topic of conversation among the short buildings, and he can even hear their voices discussing.

"Who went to their house to mention the child again?"

"Tsk tsk tsk...it's too miserable...just a baby..."

Jiang Jibei deliberately slowed down his pace, but even from the mouths of other residents, he did not hear any discussion about "another child".

how can that be possible?

Leaving the living area of ​​the sugar factory, Jiang Jibei did not drive home immediately, but walked around the factory area.

Along a straight road, he came to an abandoned wasteland in his childhood memory.

In my memory, the wasteland was covered with all kinds of wild green plants, and there was a huge rusty swing.

In the past 11 years, Jiang Jibei saw that the wasteland had been filled in, and the place where the swings were originally placed had also been converted into a shop.

In the store, a few children were buying snacks. They took out fragmented banknotes and exchanged them for Kopei candies in the hands of the owner.

The children's happiness is as light as the transparent glass wrapping paper of Jinpingtang. They exchange the cellophane, cover their eyes with the cellophane, and share with each other how beautiful the sun is in their eyes.

In the memory, Chi Xian also said that he wanted to see the sun.

At that time, Chi Xian was standing on the swing, and Jiang Jibei was standing beside the swing.

Chi Xian held the swing's sling and encouraged Jiang Jibei to push him higher: "Swing a little higher, and I'll be closer to the sun."

"Then hold on tight."

Amidst the laughter, Chi Xian flew higher and higher.

He stretched out a hand to reach the sky: "Aji, push me one more time!"

"it is good!"

Chi Xian, who was swinging into the air, seemed to be only a finger away from the sun.

Jiang Jibei took a few steps back, saw Chi Xian's swing to the lowest point, rushed to the swing, and pushed his back hard.

Young people lack awareness of gravity and inertia, and think that their abilities are so great that they can sit on an equal footing with the world, and they don't know what the consequences are.

Chi Xian flew up.

The sling of the swing slipped out of his hand, and for a moment, like a gliding falcon, he stood still in front of the sun for a few seconds, with an unfinished smile still on his face.

Then, under the law of universal gravitation, Chi Xian's body drew a parabola in the air, face down, and fell heavily to the ground.

The green plants nourished by the sun embraced the young man affectionately, but he flew too high, and when he landed on the ground, there was a crisp sound of cracking in the grass.

Jiang Jibei had heard this voice before.

That's the sound effect dubbing artist in his director's father's crew folding celery, and the corresponding picture of this sound effect is——

A picture of a broken bone.

Chi Xian shook on the grass a few times, bright red blood dripped from his head.

"A Xian!" Jiang Jibei hurriedly ran to Chi Xian's side, wanting to help him up, but afraid of breaking him even more.

Just when he took out his mobile phone with trembling hands and wanted to call for help, Chi Xian got up by himself.

Chi Xian wiped off the blood on his face, and gave Jiang Jibei a reassuring smile: "It's okay, I won't die!"

Afterwards, Chi Xian was as he said, he was miraculously fine, but left a small scar on his chin.

But after that, Jiang Jibei resolutely refused to help Chi Xian push the swing, and also resolutely refused Chi Xian to push the swing for him.

"Ah Ji, don't you think I'm fine..." Without Jiang Jibei's help, Chi Xian's swing would not be able to swing vigorously.

Jiang Jibei put on a serious little adult look: "No, you just sit on it and shake it."

Now when I come to the old place for a visit, even if I want to go on a swing together again, I can’t find anyone, let alone a swing.

After driving the car away from the factory and parked on the street outside the factory, Jiang Jibei walked around the street.

In his memory, he knew the neighborhood where Chi Xian lived like the back of his hand. More than ten years ago, two teenagers rode bicycles through the streets and alleys.

Jiang Jibei remembered that after leaving the gate of the factory area and walking two intersections forward, there was a second-hand bookstall on the sidewalk at the corner of the traffic light.

The owner of the bookstall is a bald old man who looks thin and shriveled like ginseng essence. He often rides a small broken tricycle, wandering around the streets and alleys, collecting waste products from people's homes, and then collecting second-hand goods. Books are accumulated and sold at stalls at extremely low prices.

Chi Xian and Jiang Jibei often visit this second-hand bookstall.

Jiang Jibei has no shortage of pocket money. If he wants to read any book, he can go to the bookstore to buy a new one.

But Chi Xian often comes to this bookstall, he has a cheerful personality, he can chat with anyone, and even the stall owner got to know Jiang Jibei.

"The books here are very cheap," Chi Xian told Jiang Jibei at that time, "and at this kind of old book stall, you will get some unexpected old books."

Later, they found a magical book together at the old man's bookstall, and the name of their natural teacher was written on the title page of the book.

Jiang Jibei couldn't remember Teacher Nature's last name anymore, but he still remembered the scene at that time.

"It turns out that Teacher Nature still reads such weird books." At that time, he flipped through the old book and said in surprise, "The scope of his research is really wide."

"Yes, it's no wonder he can always make up some wonderful stories for us." Chi Xian said, "Those land scrolls, the little white dragon in the White Dragon Cave, etc., are made up as if they are real."

"Don't you always read some messy books?" Jiang Jibei looked up at him, "How is your psychic ritual going? Can you summon a pen fairy?"

"It's almost done." The young Chi Xian raised his chin confidently, "Tomorrow afternoon, call Nie Ming and the others to try it together."

Oh, Nie Ming.

Thinking back to this point, Jiang Jibei remembered that Nie Ming was the black and thin man who woke him up at the party yesterday.

But, why did Nie Ming say that there is no such person as Chi Xian?

Walking through the busy street and coming to the location where the bookstall was in memory, Jiang Jibei was not surprised to find that it was empty, and the open space where the stall was set up was now occupied by a row of brand new yellow shared bicycles.

The capital is demolished and built everywhere, so it can't be said that it is not good.

It's just that the memories that were taken away along with it disappeared without a trace, and Jiang Jibei suddenly felt a little empty.

That's right, after so many years, the stall owner might not be alive anymore.

Back home, Jiang Jibei felt helpless with the situation in front of him.

Chi Xian is so deep in his memory, but why do everyone say that there is no such person?

He sat on the sofa, put his legs on the coffee table, and began to think about the last time Chi Xian appeared in his memory.

It was not a happy memory, not long after the "pen fairy incident".

Falling down in the cave where Bixian directed him to, and being pierced through his thigh by stalactite, Jiang Jibei rested for a long time.

After recovering from his injury and being discharged from the hospital, he was suddenly plagued by bad luck. He had bad luck for a long time, and everything went wrong.

It was during that time that Chi Xian suddenly disappeared.

The young Jiang Jibei at that time was too busy to take care of himself.Chi Xian didn't look for him, and he wasn't in the mood to take the initiative to contact him.

It's not that the parents don't know about the teenager Jiang Jibei's playing with Bixian, but they think it's just a teenager's playfulness and fantasy, and they don't take it to heart, so naturally they won't stop it.

Until the mother saw Jiang Jibei fall down the stairs inexplicably, and the thigh that was not well was scratched again.

Mother immediately asked someone to ask around.

The psychic told her that it would be bad luck to call the lonely ghost through the summoning ceremony at will.

Under the introduction of an acquaintance, his parents took Jiang Jibei to the home of Aunt Ba, a famous psychic.

The woman with gray temples looked Jiang Jibei up and down, showing a serious expression: "Your seal is dark, and you are very ghostly, haunted by evil spirits."

The father of Jiang Jibei's materialistic director was still holding the camera at the god banner of Eighth Aunt's house for a second, but when he heard her tone so serious in the next second, he finally became worried: "What's wrong with my son? Please -"

Aunt Ba took out a few yellow talismans from her sleeve as if she had been prepared for a long time.

She dipped a brush into the ink, and carefully wrote on the talisman: "Please pay the corresponding price for summoning evil spirits."

Mother bowed deeply to Aunt Ba: "Please advise."

"This talisman of good fortune and good luck, wards off disasters and eliminates evil, and sticks it in the southeast and east of the house." Aunt Ba handed her the yellow talisman, and wrote a few more talismans, "Take these back and turn them into ashes and mix them with water to drink. "

My parents are very grateful to my eighth aunt.

After taking the talisman paper home, the mother worriedly said to Jiang Jibei: "Baby, don't play with evil things in the future, and throw away those props for psychic rituals?"

The mother is a gentle and elegant woman with long black curly hair and slender eyebrows like willow leaves.

She often wears cheongsams with elegant colors and generous cuts, which look full of charm.

Jiang Jibei inherited his mother's classic looks and noble temperament, but his hair color was the same as his father's, golden brown.

"Okay." Jiang Jibei nodded, he didn't want to show wrinkles on his mother's forehead.

In fact, their summoning of the pen fairy does not require too many complicated props as described in movies and TV dramas and books.

In Chi Xian's method, only a piece of paper and a pen are needed to perform the summoning ceremony.

Summoning the pen fairy generally requires two people to connect their fingers and hold the pen.

But Chi Xian is the one with the most "psychic ability" among them. He has reached the level where he can summon a pen fairy with one hand.

Jiang Jibei couldn't call out the pen fairy at first, it was Chi Xian who held his finger and led him to feel the amazing power emanating from the pen in his hand.

Later, Jiang Jibei gradually no longer needed Chi Xian's help, and he was able to call Bixian by himself.

It was at that time that he began to rely on Bixian, and he always asked Bixian before making decisions.

He and Chi Xian also became estranged from that time.

The talisman paper was retrieved, and he also decided to dispose of the props that summoned the pen fairy.

But Chi Xian is like disappearing from the world, he can't get in touch no matter what.

Looking at the old paper and pens sorted out, Jiang Jibei sat in front of the desk for a long time.

He thought of Chi Xian who disappeared inexplicably.

Will Bixian know Chi Xian's whereabouts?

This sudden thought hovered in Jiang Jibei's mind for a while.

He picked up a pen and paper and decided to count one last time.

Jiang Jibei wrote the words "yes" and "no" on the white paper, holding the pen in the palm of his hand with one hand, resting his thumb on top, keeping his arm in the air, and touching the pen tip lightly to the paper.

He stared at the nib of the pen intently, thinking silently in his heart.

"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, come quickly."

"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, come quickly."

"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, come quickly."

After waiting for a while, in the silence, Jiang Jibei suddenly felt that the pen in his hand moved!

An invisible force grabbed the pen in his hand and dragged his arm back and forth in mid-air.

Driven by this force, the pen in Jiang Jibei's hand drew a black circle on the white paper, and then kept turning around the circle.

He asked in his heart: "Pen Xian, is it you?"

The pen in his hand turned around on the paper a few times, and began to drag his arm, tremblingly leaving traces on the paper.

The pen fairy drew a circle on the "yes" on the white paper.

Jiang Jibei then asked: "Bi Xian, do you know where my friend Chi Xian is now?"

The pen in his hand drew a circle on "yes" again, and then dragged his hand to move to the blank space next to it.

The pen fairy is about to write.

Jiang Jibei held his breath and stared at the trace left by Bixian on the paper.

Pen Fairy was having a hard time writing, dragging his hand back and forth on the paper.

After a while, the pen stopped, and then turned around again, drawing circles continuously.

Jiang Jibei leaned closer to the white paper, looking at the crooked ink marks left by the pen fairy.

He could barely make out the large, fragmented characters on the white paper——

"Next to you".

This answer is too absurd, Jiang Jibei said in his heart: "I see, thank you. Please go back now, goodbye."

The pen quickly turned a few times on the paper, and then slowly stopped.

Jiang Jibei stood up, opened the drawer, and took out the lighter.

He incinerated the paper, which was covered with scratches from weird black handwriting, and threw it away together with the pen.

From then on, Jiang Jibei continued to live his smooth life, as if that period of bad luck never happened.

His former friend Chi Xian also disappeared from his memory.

…………

After thinking about it for a long time, the legs resting on the coffee table began to feel sore.

Jiang Jibei suddenly found it funny.

If a person recalls in his mind a person who no one says does not exist, and there is no evidence to prove his existence, then based on his cognitive judgment, that person must have a mental problem.

He didn't think he had any problems.

How about inviting the pen fairy again?

Jiang Jibei suddenly had the idea of ​​treating this dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Thinking of this, he immediately got up and walked to the study, and sat down at the desk.

Jiang Jibei took out a piece of white paper and a black pen, and wrote "yes" and "no" on the paper.

He then holds the pen in one hand, resting his thumb on the end of the pen.

After not doing this for a long time, Jiang Jibei took a deep breath, hung his arms, and gently pressed his arms down until the tip of the pen touched the paper.

He stared at the nib of the pen, and silently recited the formula that Chi Xian once taught him in his heart.

"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, come quickly."

As soon as he read a sentence silently, Jiang Jibei felt that the pen in his hand began to tremble, and he could hardly hold it anymore!

The pen fairy came, and it was very violent.

Jiang Jibei clenched the pen in his hand, controlled the balance, and asked in his heart: "Pen Fairy, are you here?"

The pen fairy pulled the pen vigorously, dragged his arm and rushed towards the word "yes", drew a circle, and then kept drawing circles.

Jiang Jibei stared at the word "yes", and asked the second question: "Bi Xian, I want to know where Chi Xian is."

Although he held the pen tightly, he relaxed his arm as much as possible, not letting any of his actions affect the pen fairy's answer.

As soon as the heart sounds stopped, the pen in his hand moved vigorously.

Jiang Jibei felt his arms stop and pause, and his writing was quite methodical.

Slowly, the speed of the pen in my hand slowed down.

It made a steady strike with a stroke, and then the nib stopped, hitting the paper, leaving an ink dot motionless.

Jiang Ji looked north to the handwriting left by Bixian.

After only one glance, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his right hand holding the pen also tightened suddenly.

Jiang Jibei stared closely at the white paper, staring at the four characters with correct handwriting and clear strokes on the paper.

"Next to you".

The author has something to say: The material is taken from some of the author's childhood memories.Believe in science and materialism, don't try dangerous games.