Peacock

I never thought that I could see such a restricted-rated picture once I went to Peacock Mountain.

——A plump woman was sitting on Hai Zhan's body with her legs crossed. They were kissing each other on the swing in the small courtyard of the meditation room to the west of Sheye Temple, like glue.

I gasped, and retracted the foot that had just stepped over the door frame.Tangling didn't know the situation, she was still looking down at the taste of the Fuji in her hand, and was dragged by me for eight meters.

I tried my best to enrich my body movements, trying to make Tangling understand, so that it wouldn't have to come out from my lips, so it would be less shocking.

Tang Ling tilted her head, as if she couldn't understand what I was gesticulating, instead she directly stuffed the Fujia into my mouth.

"Can a monk marry a wife??"

"The Pure Land Sect can."

I raised my finger to the old door plaque of Shangsheye Temple: "What kind of temple is this?"

Following Tang Ling's eyes, I looked at the road sign engraved with "The third ancestor of Zen Zen gave lectures here", and fell into the same silence.

I was still sitting on the suitcase and tugging at the corner of Tang Ling's clothes, and the person concerned, Hai Zhan, came out from the gate of the meditation room, and tied the thin belt around the waist of the clothes as he walked.I was afraid of seeing some indecent scene again, so I hurriedly stood up and covered Tang Ling's eyes.

Tangling slowly opened the gap between my index finger and middle finger with two fingers, it was so easy, it was only a little harder than him separating my two legs.

Seeing two gaudy people standing here from afar, Hai Zhan bowed to us freely, and then he walked towards us gracefully, "Younger benefactor, benefactor Tangling, you came just in time."

Maybe it's because I've done a lot of prostitution all day long, and when I heard this monk talk, I insisted on leaning over there.I quickly waved my hand: "It's not suitable, it's not suitable! Everyone has their own way, and we don't support wife swapping!"

I glanced at Tang Ling, and wrapped my arms around his neck in a protective desire: "I can't even change husbands!"

Tangling tugged at my ear.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Hai Zhan easily changed the topic, "I thought the benefactors would arrive tomorrow, and the meditation room hadn't been cleaned up yet."

I originally made an appointment to come tomorrow, but the bus only has vacancy today, and there seems to be a market or something tomorrow.

On the day I was in the swimming pool hotel, I called Hai Zhan and recommended Mr. Xiaotang, a high-achieving student, to express our sincerity in the restoration of ancient temples.

Hai Zhan didn't even think about waiting for volunteers before sending people to the bureau, let alone someone like Tang Ling who knew a thing or two, so he agreed without hesitation.

As for me, I am a dependent, and I can do light labor.

But at this moment, I really don't want to talk to Hai Zhan. The culture shock just now kept flashing back in front of my eyes, so I could only say "we clean up by ourselves" and fled into the room with my luggage and Tang Ling.

However, Tang Ling didn't treat this place as an ark of refuge like I did. She fed a white mouse to the large intestine and went to find Hai Zhan. I always feel that he is born to work hard.

We left in a hurry, and we haven't had time to wash our clothes for the past two days.When I separated Tang Ling and I's clothes from the suitcase, I suddenly saw the dark green short-sleeved shirt he was wearing last night, with dark spots on the hem, and the pungent gasoline smell came out just as soon as he unfolded it. He grasped every inch of my skin flamboyantly.

This gasoline smell always reminds me of his appearance by the sea, his eyes are erratic and inexplicably dark, and the orange-red fire can burn his face but can't penetrate his eyes at all.

If I were his enemy, I might have seen this look before I died, and I would probably have been killed so gently.

Instinctively kinky again, I reeled the dress over my head as I felt a little hard again.

But when a piece of darkness swallowed up all sight, the yellow waste in his head flew away.Is this how I start wanting to die?Do I really exist?Could it be that Tang Ling and I should spend our time quietly on Peacock Mountain like this from now on?

But how can a person be gifted with so much happiness all at once?Maybe everything after the dawn was imagined by my conscious body, and I was already dead when I saw Tang Ling's eyes yesterday.

Maybe I was in that SUV at the time.

With a lot of thoughts, I still fell asleep in a daze. In the dream, my skin was also hot, as if it was burned by fire.

"Dong dong dong."

When I was awakened by the somewhat restrained but disturbing knock on the door, I inevitably felt guilty about getting up.Although it's already high in the sun.

I slowly opened Tangling's clothes, and dragged myself to open the door.

There was a young monk standing at the door, about fifteen or sixteen years old. When he saw me, he saluted me in a flustered manner, saying that Master Hai Zhan had asked me to have lunch.

I was really surprised. I thought that there would be no disciples in such a ruined temple, so this trip up the mountain was a right to open up wasteland. I didn't expect to meet living people other than Hai Zhan.

Looking at his back, I couldn't hold back my curiosity: "What's the name of the little master?"

"Chunjue." Chunjue blushed when he looked sideways, "The teacher gave me the dharma name a few days ago."

"What was your previous name?"

Chunjue just shook his head at me, I don't know if I didn't or I didn't want to say it.

"Then Chunjue, how long has it been since you left home?"

"Ten years old. I am an orphan. I was adopted by farmers in the mountains before. When I was picking tea, I was brought back to Sheye Temple by Abbot Jingyuan."

"What about others?"

Chunjue paused for a moment, and his face became a little ugly: "Four years ago, there was a big earthquake in Baima."

"Sheye Temple has only you all these years?"

Chunjue shook his head: "The two uncles are also staying here. There are also kind-hearted people nearby to help, Layman Jin, Layman Liu, Layman Zhang..."

My head hurts when I hear a long list of "laymen" like he reported the names of the dishes. How do I know who is who?

But the monks are really good at resolving doubts for ordinary people like us, and I immediately knew who the "Golden Layman" was.

Following Chunjue to the Zhaitang, he immediately bowed to the woman who was walking towards him.

I took a closer look, wasn't that the girl who just sat on Hai Zhan's lap!Hey guys, this is internal digestion.

Layman Jin, named Jin Hua, lives in the small village below the Sheye Temple. Because of the earthquake four years ago, she became a widow.Maybe it was a pity for a child in Chunjue to clean up the temple after the disaster. Since then, she has come up to help, mainly responsible for the work of the temple's food.

In order to suppress the idea of ​​"beautiful widow and pretty mage" in my mind, I had to turn my strength to my face and put on an extremely sweet smile to greet her.

Unexpectedly, Jin Hua looked at me as if she saw her own son, and she hugged me boldly into her arms.She was tall, so I was forced to bury her big chest.

Even if I'm gay, at this moment I have the urge to cry - it's really soft and comfortable, maybe this is the charm of women!

Although I have a good impression of the widow sister, the dishes she brought to the table really caught my eyes: pickled cucumbers, pickled radishes and millet porridge, without any oily spots.

She preoccupied with the meal, and forced the monks to report the number as if implementing militarized management.

There are really not many people in Sheye Temple, and a square table for eight people cannot be filled at meal time.

I got up and looked around, but I couldn't find Tang Ling.

Jin Hua handed me an earthen bowl: "Are you looking for brother Tang?"

I nodded hurriedly.

"He's decocting medicine for you in the kitchen."

I frowned in confusion, why didn't I know I was sick!

I ran to the kitchen behind the courtyard in two or three steps, and when I leaned over, I saw white smoke wafting from the window.

There was a white figure in the corner of the kitchen, which seemed to be Tang Ling.He squatted there childishly, moving his eyes down, actually peeling the shrimp.

There are more than ten prawns piled up in a small plate on the side, which are shiny and shiny, and there is still a light soy sauce squeezed into the plate.

Tang Ling noticed my figure by the door, waved at me, and lowered her voice slightly, "I just bought it when I met a resident passing by."

"Oh, brother Tang is a fried protein supplement."

Tang Ling didn't respond, she only threatened me that those masters would come back if they got more food, and they had to make a quick decision.

After speaking, he lifted his chopsticks.

These words really threatened me. I was afraid that Hai Zhan would be driven down the mountain if I violated the rules in the temple, so I inevitably became impatient and raised my throat, like a fish that was easily baited.

Tangling picked up the bent shrimp and put it in my mouth, and I obediently swallowed one after another.When I watched him pick up the last few, I really wanted to get up and pick them up. After all, if you delay for a minute, you will be more likely to be discovered.However, Tang Ling pretended to be delivering shrimps, instead she clamped the tip of my tongue with her chopsticks, I only felt the two thin sticks dragging softly on the front and back of my tongue bed.

I don't know if it's from shame or anxiety, my head is as red as a shrimp, but Tang Ling in front of me still looks lazy.

In the position of being clamped, I mumbled "Tang Ling, you are so annoying", I was so angry that I wanted to reach out to hit him, but he firmly grasped my wrist.

Tang Ling put on that bland expression again, as if he didn't do the childish thing just now.He patted my chin: "What's the matter, eat."

"Can you dip some more soy sauce, it's tasteless."

Tang Ling was amused by my tough request, grabbed my face and tried to pour the soy sauce from the plate into my mouth, I was squeezed into the mouth of a goldfish again, and now I feel like I can spit out a soy sauce bubble.

Hai Zhan is obviously crazy.

At the dinner table with seven people, Hai Zhan showed his grand plans, and with Tang Ling in his arms, he reported to everyone the specific plan they made this morning, which made the other three monks, big and small, full of hope.

Jin Hua and I were not interested in listening carefully, and only thought that there might be Erguotou in the millet porridge that Hai Zhan drank.

After getting acquainted with the operation and structure of Sheye Temple, it was almost evening. I was learning how to choose vegetables with Jinhua, when I saw Tang Ling walking outside the temple alone.

Thinking about it, as a big man, I am not very good at this kind of delicate work, so I chased him out and asked him to find out that he planned to go to the stone factory at the foot of the mountain to order something as planned.

So I took the lead and got on Hai Zhan's electric motorcycle, patted the front seat with a playful smile, "Take me with you."

Tangling never wears a helmet when riding this kind of bike. I think he doesn’t wear a seat belt when he drives. It seems that he always likes to walk between life and death. I deeply doubt that he thinks that he should join NightKids and be the downhill emperor of the Gunma area.

We were speeding on the winding and potholed yellow dirt road, and the flying stones and clay were obviously not going well with the wheels. I was shaking so much that I could make six waves with a single sentence, so I stopped talking in the end and just dragged " "Uh" is a long sound, so as to feel the mode scale shaped by nature.

Looking towards the side of the mountain, you can see the road under construction. The long gray and green road is stretched on the mountain like a ribbon, and there is a high arch bridge at the beginning. The Sheye Temple is tied together.

I leaned on Tangling's shoulder and watched again and again, and I heard Tangling comment that the bridge is like a bow between two pieces of cloth in a bra without any emotion.

I do find his metaphor a little bit cheesy, but it's clearly appropriate.

"But some don't have bows." I said, "Bows are not necessary!"

I buried my face in his back collar: "But the one with the bow is more likely to make people want to buy it...the bridge is built, and the one from the dirt depression is more desirable to go."

Tang Ling said that people are always addicted to doing futile things, and they are also keen to get unnecessary things.

The wind whistling outside my ears was very strong, I didn't really hear his words clearly, I just felt that he seemed to speed up again, and the inertia made my body shrink back and my heart contracted into a very small ball at the same time.

"Hold tight if you're afraid."

I half-closed my eyes and hugged him tightly again, and when I wrapped my arms around my waist, I touched something cold, so I noticed that there was a film camera hanging on Tangling's neck.

"Why did you come out with your camera on your back—"

Tang Ling didn't answer, but said that when she was in school, she still had a concept photography collection that she hadn't finished.

Peacock Mountain is indeed very beautiful, and it is not impossible to find places to draw materials everywhere.I curiously asked him what concept it could be, Tang Ling said it was Ye Hui.

"What is Yehui—"

"Weak luminescence in the upper atmosphere." Tang Ling endorsed, "It's similar to the aurora, but the principle of occurrence is different."

"So the focus is on things that shine?"

"It's weak."

I was thinking about it, but the wind on both sides suddenly stopped. I didn't realize that we had arrived at the stone factory until Tangling pulled my helmet strap.

It's just that the process of ordering was not as quick as I imagined: we were told by the waiter that the boss was still outside delivering the goods as soon as we stood at the gate, and we would be back in a while.

When I proposed to leave the order list for him to pass on to their boss, the guy refused righteously, saying that they must not be involved in the accounts when they work.I was so angry that I rolled my eyes, not understanding why there are always people who are so inflexible.

That being said, idlers like us can't afford to wait.After receiving the pineapple popsicle bought by Tangling, I sat down on the flower stand of Changba, but Tangling took two bites and found it too sweet, so I was forced to eat two pineapple popsicles.

After explaining the matter to the owner of the stone factory, the whole sky had already darkened, but Tangling didn't take me back to Sheye Temple, but took the flat road to the side of the mountain instead.

I didn't even think to ask him where he was going, because it was the same everywhere for me.It was never "where am I going with him", I was just "going with him".

He rode his electric motorcycle to the end of the trail, and then there was a mossy mossy rock path.I looked up and looked around, and I could vaguely discern that this place was a little below the maple forest, which should be halfway up the mountain.

Tang Ling walked in front alone, as if she was looking for something, her pale back seemed to be melting into the lush greenery.

"What's ahead?"

He lowered his eyes to caress a towering red cypress, and felt the rough lines in his palm.Seeing me standing behind me in a daze, he slowly took my hand and let my palm touch the tree body.

The bumps come from both natural tree patterns and man-made ones. I felt that there was something engraved on it.

Before I had time to take a closer look, Tangling led me forward freely.

First I heard the frightened birds flying suddenly, and gradually I heard the murmur of running water in a blur.When we passed through the forest together, a long blunt and wide river lay in front of us.

While walking upstream along the river bank, Tang Ling found another red juniper, and I thought it must have similar patterns engraved on it.

Sure enough, it was a road sign signal, and the red cypress was facing a broken bridge.There is still a thin fishing boat tied at the head of the bridge. The woven hemp roof is obviously worn out, and it can't even hold on to the brackets, swaying in the evening breeze.

Tang Ling bent her eyes, untied the rope and jumped onto the boat.

"In the truth."

I was a little dazed, and really didn't understand what he was going to do next, so I just followed him into the boat as if he had been bewitched by the piper.

Seeing him holding the wet boat pole, I subconsciously grabbed the sides of the boat: "Can you row a boat!?"

Obviously, Tang Ling would not be complacent about saying it to death, she just smiled and said, "The water is not deep."

The implication is that you can't drown me.

Swaying, the boat began to flow along the river.This reminded me of Fan Anyuan's former Swiss girlfriend who was studying in Cambridge.On the day she was sent to school, Fan Anyuan heard her senior sister say that punting would not be difficult, and she learned it in a few weeks, but they broke up before she really learned how to go up and down the Cam River.

It may be because Fan Anyuan asked us to repeat this tragic romantic story every time we rehearse, so the psychological shadow of my Ping Zhou is really not small, and I can always equate it with breaking up.

Feeling restless, I looked at Tang Ling at the bow of the boat.

He was picking up the long pole, and a few drops of clear river water flew over and splashed on my calf sporadically. It was icy cold, which was a different experience from Baima's scorching summer.

The river bed is not too wide, and we will reach the opposite bank soon, Tang Ling only raised his chin towards me, telling me to close my eyes.

"What are you doing... What are you pretending to do?"

That's what I said, and I quickly shut my mouth after complaining quickly, because my soul should fly away from my lips in one more second.After all, these words are indeed full of surprises, and it is hard not to make people look forward to it.

In a sense I am really obedient.

If Tang Ling was the one giving the orders, I wouldn't even have the idea of ​​sneaking a peek, I would just wait in place like a puppy, neither running nor looking around.

But I really waited for a long time, so long that I counted two hundred and two breaths that gradually accelerated.So I anxiously called out Tang Ling's name, one after another.Even so, I still dare not open my eyes.

There was the sound of the night wind swirling in the woods, and the sound of the trickle slapping the hull, but there was no sound of Tangling answering.

The rumored death romance suddenly appeared in my mind again, I was about to cry, and my whole body started to feel hot from anxiety.

On the verge of collapse, I was suddenly held by someone's hand, and I was carried ashore with my waist hooked, and I was embedded in that person's arms.

Tang Ling looked down at me from behind me: "What are you shouting for?"

"Afraid I throw you in the water?"

I was breathing heavily, not daring to look at him at all, I just kept rubbing my eyes with my knuckles.

I wanted to lose my temper, but I felt like I was always arguing with Tang Ling about something. This behavior is really not appropriate.

With my head down, I was pushed by Tang Ling to walk a certain distance into the forest.

Suddenly something green light floated by my eyes, but when I turned my head to look, there was nothing.I thought I was dazzled, until Tang Ling slowly released her lightly clenched fist in front of my eyes, and the green light floated leisurely.

"... Firefly?" I was a little uncertain, "Tangling, is it a firefly?"

Tang Ling didn't answer, just asked me to look up, so I saw the shimmering green on the grass on the river bank, and I listened intently, and it seemed that I could still hear the sound of wings flapping one after another.

This reminds me of the Martian tide in Xingxing Bay.This scene and this person, everything is so ethereal.I often can't understand that after an unspeakable period of time has passed, I still have the opportunity to stand shoulder to shoulder with Tang Ling like this.

A little bit of fluorescent light is obviously not eye-catching.

But here is a place far away that the street lights can't reach, and it's also a moonless night, so even such a faint light becomes extremely dazzling.

"Master Haizhan found it." Tang Ling said, "I've never seen a firefly before, so I want to see it."

"Is the obscene monk so girlish?" I choked blankly, "It must be another way he used to pick up girls."

Tang Ling was looking for an angle to take a picture, and when she heard my words, she patted me on the back in a senior way: "Stop talking weird."

I wonder if you don't have enough strange things to say at certain moments.

I was really curious about the photography level of the top student. After hanging up his handbend, I kept standing up to look at it, but I forgot that this is a film camera and there is no display screen.

But Tangling lowered her head and put the camera directly in my eyes.

I stared up at him with some fascination, and also stared at his camera.

Without blinking, I smiled and asked, "What's in there?"

I later learned that my eyes became the last page of "Ye Hui".

Tang Ling printed them out completely, and I don't know whether it was unintentional or intentional, and left them to me.

Yehui's entire book is a creative photography that has been painted and processed in the later stage.Flipping through the chapters one by one, I saw the projected beams of light in the cinema, the light at the entrance of the long tunnel, the snow under the street lamps, the Aquiline of the jellyfish in the aquarium, the slightly reflective veil of Odette’s ballet skirt in front of the dark curtain in the theater, and the massage parlor for the blind. The house keys on the necks of whores combing their hair at the door, and spark tides, fireflies, and my always wet eyes.

Will I be his Yehui?

For me, the answer would be yes, but I'm not sure if it would be ambiguous about Tang Ling.

After the long journey, Hai Zhan’s electric motorcycle really ran out of power, and the roads around were not safe, so Tang Ling and I hid in the fishing boat, embracing insomnia on the gurgling water of Peacock Mountain.

Only after I came to Baima did I fully understand that I was born as a human being, and I can actually choose my own life.

We lose sleep, we make peace, we go to arcades.We are always red-eyed, sometimes bored and occasionally squirting, and cherish each other because of each other's vulgarity and filth.

Snow is a crystal, isn't coal?

Just like ladybugs, petrels, and beluga whales, we are all the same, seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is just an animal instinct.I just want to live a life like mud, and I don't think I should be nailed as the original sin for not being motivated.

All things humble dog, I think Tangling and I should treat ourselves kindly.