Peacock

At the beginning of October, Sister Jinhua broke her leg, but she was worried that I would go shopping for groceries, so every morning I would ride an electric motorcycle in Shanghai, and take Sister Jinhua to the village below. Let her become her legs and do what a man should do.

Today, after I parked the car at the entrance of the market, I planned to walk around, and finally felt bored, so I found a big stone to sit on.

My eyes were involuntarily drawn to the blushing maple forest. Hongfeng was driving vigorously. I was thinking about taking Tang Ling to have a look when he was free, but suddenly I saw several black jeeps. The land is pressing up the mountain, which looks so abrupt.

As a result, after I went back with Sister Jinhua, I found not only the car, but also a few people with serious expressions when I arrived at the gate.

It was Xingming who came out to pick them up first. After listening to their introduction, I realized that these were the staff sent by the Cultural Relics Restoration Center on the other side. It was a neat gathering of various roles: surveyors, engineers, and painters, all with their hands behind their backs. Match one's seriousness.

Among them was a tall, thin, dark-skinned middle-aged man who was not the same. He didn't look like he was putting on airs, and he greeted us very warmly. I didn't hear his full name, but I only knew that he was called Lausanne.

I used my pitiful social experience to conclude that this kind of hardworking character must be the object of enslavement by the boss. It was only later that I realized that the person is still a big boss in this area. I was transferred from Tibet some time ago to participate in it. Work.

Xingming got stuck when he introduced me, and finally said that I was a dunzi. I turned around and asked Jinhua what a dunzi was. Jinhua replied that I was a honest and honest child. I thought they might still not know me well.

After a while, all the people in the temple came out to meet these "technical experts", but Tang Ling was the only one missing.

Luosang looked at Tangling Sculpture's Avalokitesvara with a severed hand, and went straight to him. I was really afraid that he was the kind of bad man who was keen on commenting on homework. After all, the first thing I used to practice piano every day was to be scolded by the old professor, so For the role of Dana, it is really physiologically disgusting.

So I slipped away to look for Tang Ling while everyone was not paying attention, and decided to report a letter so that he could think about countermeasures in advance.

But when I walked through the whole meditation room, I didn't see Tangling, and I was thinking about where to go at the gate of the compound, when the phone in my pocket rang again to remind me of a text message.

I was stunned for a moment, and before picking up the phone, I looked around carefully to make sure no one was looking down at the screen.

Obviously it's not the first time, I don't understand why I'm still so guilty.

In fact, my aunt and I have been in touch for more than a week. It’s not that I want to find someone to talk about my new experience. It’s just that she must know who the owner of the number is, otherwise the call will not be made. Come to me, so pretending is useless.

We mainly contact each other through text messages. She often sends ten messages asking me about my recent situation, and I reply them into one reply. In the end, she says that there are some things that she can’t explain on the phone, and she will come to me after returning to China these days.

In fact, I have no thoughts or thoughts about it. I just want to emphasize one point, don't tell my mother, and she promised me.

But I haven't mentioned this matter to Tang Ling. I always feel that after being with him, I haven't brought him anything tangible. After all these days are settled, only "accompanying" is left.But if I let him know that I still have relatives as a way out, this kind of companionship doesn't seem to have the meaning of moths flying into the flames, so how can it be worth anything to the truth?

Suddenly, there was the crisp sound of a dead tree branch being stepped on behind me, I pulled myself out of my thoughts, turned around suddenly and bumped into Tang Ling's chest.

It can be said that it scared me enough, I quickly took half a step back, and because I used one hand to cover my forehead, I lost my balance for a while, and fell straight to the ground.

Tang Ling stretched out her hand to hold me, and the moment they approached each other, I could clearly see the scratches on his face.

"How did you do it?"

Tang Ling seemed to have just recovered, and only then began to stretch out his fingers to find the location of the wound. I hurriedly grabbed his wrist, but he didn't even move, and just let me hold it obediently.

"It's a tree branch."

Then I remembered the important thing: "Did you see the four cars parked at the gate? The people Hai Zhan was looking for on the other side just arrived, there must be six or seven. In fact, the main reason is that there are too many machines, and they used three A car to move equipment."

I made a small report: "Their boss kept asking you after seeing your severed hand. Are you going to see me?"

Before Tangling could answer, I saw Chunjue stumbling towards us.

"... something happened, something happened!"

I wondered if the stinky child could shake it clean if he had something to say.

"The teacher and the people in the restoration center got into a quarrel... It seems that they are discussing how to deal with the Guanyin Bodhisattva in the main hall." Chun Jue subconsciously asked Tang Ling for help, "Sponsor Xiao Tang, can you go and have a look?"

I had no choice but to go with Tang Ling, but my mentality may be different from his. I mainly went to see the jokes in the past, to experience the magnitude of Hai Zhan's anger, so that I can grasp the scale of offense and defense in my future life.

As soon as we walked into the courtyard, the loud voices of disputes entered our ears.

Hai Zhan was surrounded by three restorers. Although he had a loud voice, he did seem to lack combat power.

Seeing this, Xingming led Tang Ling to the crowd as if he was pulling a gun, and introduced him.Tang Ling didn't talk to him very much, but after she calmed down, she leaned over and asked Hai Zhan what happened.

Hai Zhan said that the main goal of this visit to the restoration center might be the Brahmin stupa at the back. For the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva in the main hall, it is planned to directly shape it on the body. This is of course high efficiency, but it will definitely cause damage to the Buddha statue. harm.There's little point in fixing the thing if you can't get it back in the end.

As soon as Hai Zhan said this, Zhou Zhou's restorer became anxious as if stepping on the tail, saying that using this method was by no means trying to take it easy, but had considered it from the perspective of the overall situation.

The dispute went back to the original point, and the atmosphere condensed again.

Tang Ling thought for a while, and then said something to Luosang who was standing beside her.I didn't listen carefully to what they were talking about, but I just felt that standing in the middle of the crowd seemed a bit redundant.

Everyone was happy. The horrible incident I had just imagined did not happen. Surprisingly, Luosang had a very good attitude towards Tang Ling. He did not interrupt the conversation with Hai Zhan as often as he did, but accepted his words seriously. idea.

I was so dazed that I didn't realize that Jin Hua had already walked to my side. She touched me and said, "It's time for breakfast."

"Why don't you ask them to eat together?"

"People are busy, so I left some food for them to eat after they finish their work." Jin Hua looked at me, as if remembering something, winked and said, "Younger, when you come to society in the future, you have to watch People can mix it up only when they learn how to wink."

In fact, I didn't listen to Jin Hua's words very much, and a strong disgust rose in my chest inexplicably, so my instinct was one step ahead of my brain, and I rushed straight between Tangling and Luosang.

I grabbed Tang Ling's hand and abruptly interrupted the conversation: "It's breakfast."

He withdrew his arm without a trace: "You go first."

I still stubbornly pulled him, and the knuckles of his wrist were so hard that they turned white. I think I must look like a child who is not disciplined when he grabs the doll: "If you want to eat, eat together!"

Perhaps it was because the stalemate was too embarrassing, Jin Hua immediately stepped forward to smooth things over: "Younger is worrying for me, didn't I fry the vinegar meat because I was thinking about having guests coming today, I'm afraid it won't be crispy after a long wait .”

She warmly embraced me again: "Everyone come and have breakfast first before you have the strength to continue working."

When it was all said and done, no one refused to refuse anymore, but after breakfast, no one spoke except Jin Hua.

I sat beside Tang Ling absent-mindedly, staring at the steaming noodles, and inexplicably felt the urge to tie Tang Ling to a new place and start over.

When closing the bowl, I heard Luosang say that Tangling's idea of ​​using forging technology to cover the shell is really good, but there are not many successful cases of such application, and they have to wait for them to try whether it is feasible or not.

I was about to wait for Tang Ling to respond, when Jin Hua dragged me back to the kitchen, halfway I got up weirdly: "Sister, what are you doing?"

Holding the bowl, Jin Hua seemed a little helpless: "Are you still making trouble?"

"Trouble?" It's a little hard for me to understand this description, "I just want to stay with him, is there something wrong?"

Jin Hua was stunned for a long time before answering the wrong question: "I suddenly remembered that Brother Tang now has changed a lot compared to when he first went up the mountain. The weather was hot when you first came here, and it woke me up at three o'clock. Once. One day, I really didn’t want to go back to sleep, and I was going down the mountain to go home to get some things, but as soon as I walked to the round platform outside the temple gate, I saw Brother Tang. He was sitting on the platform smoking a cigarette, and there was a The cut-off drink bottle was covered with a thick layer of cigarette butts."

"It really scared me. I haven't seen anyone who has such a strong addiction to cigarettes, and he is sitting in a place without railings. I am really afraid that he will fall in a flash, so I still have to ask. Ask about the situation. I was not familiar with him at the time. In fact, I was quite afraid of being scolded by him for being nosy. He looked like someone who would say such things, but Brother Tang just said something to me very kindly. It’s okay, he even said that the Tianhei Mountain Road was not safe, and he wanted to send me back. Then I watched him smoke. He has a strange habit. After smoking a cigarette, he will immediately eat another mint like an obsessive-compulsive disorder. I asked him why, and he told me he hated the smell of cigarettes."

I realized a little belatedly that I didn't seem to know Tangling as well as I thought. Even Jinhua knew about this kind of thing, but I had never heard of it.

Jinhua paused, and joked: "When he sent me down the mountain, he walked a meter or two behind me and didn't speak. From then on, I always felt that he didn't look like a living person. I almost told the mage Will I really meet a ghost? Tell me, how can people live like this."

"But the feeling that brother Tang gave me at the beginning seems to have not appeared for a long time." Jin Hua said, "Little, have you ever thought about the reason?"

How would I know, I don't know shit, I'm the only one in the whole world who doesn't know Tang Ling the most.

I didn't speak again, I helped Jinhua wash the dishes with the principle that silence is golden, and then I went to the gate of the temple alone, and then I also pretended to sit on the round platform, sitting motionless.

The mountains are smoky, making it impossible to see how deep the abyss will be.I suddenly thought, if I also jumped in front of Tang Ling, would he be a little more sad than when he lost Chen Wumian?I am not happy, then I hope he is not happy either.

But I soon realized that the answer might be "no". He and Chen Wumian have known each other for five or six years, and we have only been with me for a few months.

I lowered my head and grabbed the black cigarette case that I took out of Tang Ling's pocket. It had a huge cancerous black lung printed on it, and I had laser treatment, as if it would not affect their business.

Smoking and drinking got into the game, Tang Ling was really a bad person.

In my impression, Jin Hua pretended to be a close elder sister in front of me several times because of Tang Ling's matter. It seemed that I always felt that the relationship between Tang Ling and I was not equal. I first said that it was only because Tang Ling's relationship was not strong. It was exposed, and then I gradually felt that even if it was true, in fact, I didn't care about this result from the beginning.

It’s good to meet the right person, and it’s good to be together for the rest of my life. I can always hear such words, although I sometimes think so, but I also know that my life is the same regardless of whether there is love like my brain. What's the point of making excuses, why blame my most precious person for the misfortune that should have happened to me.If you love the wrong person, love the wrong person, as long as you can love once.

Just like what I have shown every time in bed, I seem to be afraid of pain but also in love with pain. At first I just wanted to sleep with Tangling for sex, but then my subconscious told me that as long as I followed him, I seemed to be able to Let me live my life more intensely. Thinking about it this way, is there not much difference in the way Chen Wumian and I use Tang Ling?

But on the day in Paris Blue, I confidently denied it.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my right shoulder, and just as I followed my instinct to turn my head to the right, another warm kiss was printed on the corner of my left lip.

So I suddenly turned my head back to the left, and suddenly I saw Tang Ling's enlarged beautiful face.

Seeing my surprised reaction, Tang Ling lowered her eyes and smiled, then straightened up lightly and stood beside me, as if the prank had nothing to do with him.

I restrained myself from looking at him: "Artist Tang, shouldn't you be working?"

"Yes." Tang Ling said, "Come out and have a look at the environment."

I was puzzled and said "what?"

Tang Ling said that the gate of the temple will be rebuilt, and the two locust trees at the gate will be cut down.

As if to explain, he walked to the leafy locust tree and stood still, looking up at the branches, the light spots from the leaves moved slowly on his face, like a painting.

Jin Hua said that Tang Ling was transparent like a ghost, but I actually think he might be more like a lazy god with poor performance, and his followers must be fake monks like Hai Zhan.

Then I saw him lightly standing on the top of the red wall of the temple through the stone pier, and stretched out his hand to bring down a bird's nest from among the branches.

I have never seen such a thing before, so I approached him: "What are you doing picking a bird's nest?"

"Move there." Tang Ling pointed to the corner of the round platform, "It will probably be broken during construction."

I buried my head and saw that there were only two eggs in the nest, and there were some light-colored broken feathers on one side.

Tang Ling smiled lightly on top of my head, saying why don't I take it out and have a look.As he spoke, he put the bird's nest in place, and gently brought the two eggs to me.

I held one of them in the palm of my hand with a bit of trepidation. I was afraid that I would shake the egg yolk and egg white evenly if I missed it. As a result, my worry was unnecessary. Soon, I heard a crisp sound, followed by that A thin, shallow crack that appears on a clean eggshell.

"Tang Ling, this, is this about to be born?!"

Tang Ling came over like a child, and the two of us squatted on the round platform watching this new member who came to the earth to digest the suffering. I didn't know how long I waited until the arm holding the egg was numb There is no new progress in this birth.

"How about we break the shell?"

Tang Ling quickly pressed my troublesome hand: "In this way, it will not live long after it is born."

I looked at the egg in my hand, then looked at Tang Ling's palm: "We are all brothers and sisters, why hasn't your one moved yet?"

Tang Ling probably didn't know the reason, but stared blankly at the egg in her palm.

I thought to myself, who could stand such a look, most likely because they were ashamed and dared not come out.

For the sake of safety, we finally put both eggs in the nest properly and waited for them to complete the journey by themselves.

When I boarded the round stage again, I saw the red maple leaves all over the mountains and plains, and suddenly remembered the 17-year-old when I made the decision to give up playing the violin.

Because of damn Curtis, my life has completely become a stagnant water that cannot be disturbed. For three years, I have no chance to return to China, whether it is Christmas or Spring Festival.For a long time, the farthest place I have ever been was Maine, and my American mother took me there without telling my mother.

We were lucky enough to catch up with the setting sun in Arcadia that day, and the flames in the sky were also like the maple forest in Baima.

I don’t know if it’s because I seldom climb high. When I was standing there, I realized belatedly that the world is so vast, and it might not be difficult to accommodate a stretched body like me.

The feeling at that time floated up again, and I looked at Tang Ling beside me in a daze: "Tang Ling, if, I mean, if I suddenly disappear one day, will you come to me?"

"will not."

My breathing seems to be stuck: "...why?"

Tang Ling's tone was still calm: "Because you want to leave."

"For whatever reason?"

"For whatever reason."

I opened my mouth, but was interrupted by Tang Ling before I could make a sound. He pointed to the blood-red maple forest on the opposite side of the mountain: "Does it look like a big fire broke out?"

I didn't answer, I only heard myself say: "Tang Ling, why don't we choose a day to jump from here."

The wind raised Tang Ling's hair, and he looked at me with a jokey expression: "The proposal is good, but I don't want to die in Peacock Mountain."

I tried to laugh: "You're right, I'm not willing to let you and Miss Chen die together."

"Then let me dance first." I stood up straight on the round platform, "Turn around when you can no longer see me. This will not only fulfill me, but also protect you."

Saying such words, I couldn't look directly into his eyes, just looking at them like that made the eye sockets so bitter, and finally I shed tears in front of him without any hope.

I started to wipe with the back of my hand indiscriminately, but the tears flowed more and more, so this action was completely useless, so I had to bury my whole face in the palm of my hand, choked up and said: "...you clearly said before that I don't want want to go."

The silence lasted for a long time before I heard Tang Ling speak out again: "Yu Zhen, when I was young, I especially liked picking dead cicadas by the side of the road to play with."

"But one summer, I seemed to have a sudden enlightenment, and I started to worry about some big problems that I had never thought about before. After that, I would only feel sad when I saw dead cicadas, and I buried them in flower pots. At that time, I had a friend, maybe because he was a few years older than me, and had a few more summers of thinking, so he thought about things more comprehensively. I remember that he scolded me at that time, saying that according to my hypocritical reasoning, those who did not Wouldn’t the cicada chrysalis that had survived the winter be even more miserable, not even having the chance to jump out to meet this death.”

He loosened his eyebrows in a rare way, and lowered his eyelashes to look at me: "Yu Zhen, you always make me feel that you are just a baby, a cocoon."

"It doesn't seem to matter whether the life span is long or short after breaking out of the cocoon, but at least they will have a brand new summer." Tang Ling said, "Why don't you go and see?"

At that time, I really wanted to ask him, why he never felt that the brand new summer might be this year for me, but in the end I couldn’t speak smoothly, I think it might be because subconsciously I would always be so Listening to what he said, I also believe that he spent a few more summers of keen thinking than me, so his mind is much clearer than mine.

I don't quite remember how I got back, but what remained in my mind were some insignificant things. On the day when the red maple bloomed the most in the mountains, the bird in my hand broke out of its shell, and the bird in Tang Ling's hand The bird no longer has the temperature.