【Xuanhuang Sancheng】Heshan Bowl

When Yu Xiaoyao woke up, he could just see a few clumps of narcissus planted in clear water on the window sill.

His mind is confused, and his body is full of burning pain like a fire. With only the strength left to open his eyelids, he opened his eyes and stared at the white flowers growing on the top of the thin emerald green stems. The stamens are light yellow and the petals are pure white. Young and tender, like a ball of light in his blurred vision.

The light fragrance floats, enveloping the silence in the room.

Attention is difficult to hold for a long time, he closed his eyes again, and his consciousness retreated back to the embrace of the deep sea like a tide, leaving only the traces of bare feet on the beach when the fishermen returned home a long time ago.

That year was in the years of the Republic of China. I can’t remember it. I just remember that the sun was very good that day, with enough warmth and not too glaring.Master Jun Zunxuan was still wearing his gray robes, with one hand behind his back and the other hand holding a book, reading the records in "Beihulu".....staying with foreign guests...tasting leftover narcissus The flower.....picked in the waterer...doesn't wither for a long time...*

It was freezing cold, and it snowed at some point. The children couldn't get off the bench, but they couldn't help but want to peek outside.Yu Xiaoyao was sitting by the window, and while her husband wasn't paying attention, she grabbed a handful of Xuezi from the table and stuffed it into Mo Shiqi's collar at the front desk.

Little Seventeen didn't even have time to scream, his neck shrank like a green turtle back from its shell.Turning around, he gave the snickering Yu Xiaoyao a hard look, raised his hand to prop up the wooden window with the pen holder, and a gust of snowflakes blew in, hitting Yu Xiaoyao all over his face.

The extraordinary gentleman next to him was miserable, so he silently wiped the snow from his eyebrows, and moved a nest outside.

The gentleman pondered for a while, then turned to look at them, Jun Fengtian came to the rescue in time, stood up and said: "Students have a question..."

When school is over, Jun Fengtian will send his husband back home, and the rest will invite him to Yu Xiaoyao's house to play. His mother is good at making soup, holding a bowl of soup in her hand, it melts her whole body, and she can't wait for her cheeks to melt. Keep warm by the side of the bowl.They sit around the fire and gossip, what can they say at that age?It’s nothing more than my husband’s head being covered in snow when he passed a pine branch, my brother at home fell on all fours while walking, and I remembered to try some new restaurants when I had time.

Or talk about the future direction, really as a joke, there is always time to talk.Anyway, it is about growth, road, and future, and they are far away from them. There is no need to worry about it at all. I feel that if I study well now... I can’t read well, that’s all. It is the backbone of my life, and the rest is just for fun. Make trouble, do things of interest, and spend time thinking about the difficult scriptures of various schools, but actually can't put forward constructive opinions.

In short, it's just a casual talk that doesn't take it to heart, let's forget it if it doesn't come true, and if it comes true, it's another matter.Yu Xiaoyao said that in the future, he will simply be a diner, a veritable "diner", doing business and eating all the way, the land is so vast, the world is so big, there are so many delicacies, from south to north, from east to west, where is not a delicious food ah.

Recently, Mo Shiqi has been obsessed with village tales, and he is obsessed with the legends of the rivers and lakes every day, but he hates the romance of his sons and daughters.Reading miscellaneous books with the idea that when flowers fall before the moon, flowers fascinate the eyes of ladies, and the moon smashes the heads of scholars, is really reading a kind of realm.He said that in the future he would be a great hero or tyrant, great order or great chaos, anyway, don't worry about it, just die because of love.

As for the very gentleman, when he asked him, he even took a special look at Yue Jiaozi, who shook his head disdainfully, saying that it is up to you, and the very gentleman answered truthfully, hoping to live a good life.

Dreaming here, Yu Xiaoyao woke up again, but he couldn't smell the smell of narcissus, and the medicinal fragrance was strong. Mo Yunhui approached with the medicine bowl, saw his eyes open, and called my mother.

I vaguely remember Fengtian mentioning Mo Yunhui, his little brother went to Chongqing with Jun’s family, and it seems very unreasonable to appear here now, as the memory is gradually sorted out, the fog, those corpses with severed arms, severed heads, and disembowelled stomachs , as well as the piercing pain in his back, blood and gunfire, all revived together, making him unable to restrain himself from closing his eyes.

"Hey, don't get dizzy, drink some water and then take the medicine." Mo Yunhui stood at the head of the bed, even though he said so, he waited silently for him to recover. After all, the news alone was enough to make him cry. People were terrified, and it was hard to imagine what it would be like to experience it personally, but fortunately, Yu Xiaoyao has been unconscious since the [-]th, and was transported by a special person from the embassy. Can't see you.

Since the city of Nanjing was destroyed on the thirteenth, there are thousands of new souls wandering and weeping every day...

Yu Xiaoyao slowed down for a while, opened his eyes, and asked Mo Yunhui, "What about them?"

He didn't ask if they were still alive, because he was afraid that they were all prepared for the bad news.

Mo Yunhui helped him slowly, put a few pillows behind him, and said with relief: "Your family members, I heard that although I can't say that everyone is safe, after all, it's like that... oh, but there are still some Run away, the latest message is that your father and the others have arrived in the mountain city."

But Yu Xiao could never go back.Yu Xiaoyao nodded, suppressing the pain in his heart, and asked again: "The soldiers who are with us under Mayor Xiao..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Mo Yunhui turned to the beginning. He also worked under Xiao Mou, had dinner with those soldiers and went to the club. Now Nanjing is almost a dead city. If there is no news, there will be no life.

Seeing him, Yu Xiaoyao understood the tragedy, and was silent for a long time before finally asking: "What happened to Fengtian?"

He should be alive. He could feel that the bullet did not penetrate his body at the moment it was shot, so it is very likely that Jun Fengtian is alive. If he is not here, there is something important. They can read each other with just one look. I understand, there is no need for language urgency.

"You have been waking up from time to time these days, and you don't have much consciousness when you wake up. Brother Jun guarded you for five days. After seeing that your condition is gradually stabilizing, he responded to the urgent call from Jun's house and went to Chongqing." Mo Yunhui brought the medicine to him. He only felt that his language skills were weak and he couldn't describe what he saw.

Hearing that Yu Xiaoyao was in a critical situation at that time, he almost died. It was the people in the embassy who invited a foreign doctor to rescue him, and dragged him back from the gate of hell.But Nanjing couldn't stay for long, and Ye Xingqi drove the car out. He was notified to pick up the man and opened the car door. Jun Fengtian had already fallen asleep in the back seat with Yu Xiaoyao in his arms. Holding Yu Xiaoyao's shoulder with one hand, leaning against his forehead sideways, carefully avoiding the wound, lying in an extremely twisted position.

But this can ensure that Yu Xiaoyao's breathing and heartbeat can be heard.

Jun Fengtian couldn't fall asleep for five days, the nightmare in Nanjing, Yu Xiao lying in a pool of blood, Yu Xiaoyao sighing behind him, the congealed blood was ground into powder and penetrated into his bones, making it difficult for him to sleep peacefully, and his consciousness was very wide awake.On the day of leaving, he patted the back of Xiaoyao's hand and whispered a lot, and then he didn't want to talk anymore.

Mo Yunhui vaguely knew what he was sad about, it was complicated and multiple pains, no one could help him share them, all of them were backlogged in his heart alone.

Finally, Yu Xiaoyao asked some more people, and finally said: "Little Moyun, you have never dared to look at me."

His little Mo Yun made Mo Yunhui choke up for a while. He had just joined the team not long ago, and he was striding between teenagers and young people. Naturally, he was dissatisfied to be called so childishly, but now he heard it very sad, and he hesitated. Again, he thought that instead of hiding it and letting him find out and endure it, it would be better to have a short pain first, and said: "Your legs, joints and bones are not working. The doctor said that you need to rest for at least half a year."

Pretending to be relaxed and smiling: "But it's okay, he also said that after taking good care of it, walking will definitely not be affected, but..."

Yu Xiaoyao signaled him to continue, Mo Yunhui took a deep breath and said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to do any more strenuous exercise."

Recalling the words of Dr. Smith who came together, he said that this is a hidden injury, which will accompany him for years to come, and he will never have the opportunity to set foot on the battlefield.Mo Shiqi couldn't believe it, that Yu Xiaoyao, who was running around endlessly, was forced to be quiet like this, he couldn't accept it.

But Smith said: Mo, you have to understand that we have used many precious drugs to save his life, including penicillin*, and these drugs far exceed the dose of one person.He is dying, but this is a battlefield, logically we should give up such wounded, this is ruthless, but you have no way of knowing how many wounded soldiers are waiting for these medicines, they must share.Now we have all given him one person. It is selfish. He will face rheumatism or lameness in the future, but he survived, while those people will die.

Mo, you have to understand that no one in the world can live without regrets, and all demands must be paid for. This is what you must understand as an independent adult.

Yu Xiaoyao clenched his hands tightly under the quilt, but he said with a wry smile: "Hey, I can only do clerical jobs from now on..."

For the next six months, Yu Xiaoyao was recovering from his injuries. The place they are staying in is a countryside, and it is not clear which provinces border them. Anyway, it is a village. There are not many people in the village, only some old people and a few children are left. They ran into the mountains when the Japanese invaded and hid three times. Most of them died without evading once. The few people now are simply blessed by the Bodhisattva. In addition, this place is too remote, and everyone has nowhere to go. Live as long as you can.

Yu Xiaoyao can't travel long distances now, at most he can walk a few steps in front of his house, or sit on a bench doing nothing.I don't know if it was the arrangement of the Jun family or the doctor's order. He is now isolated from the world and can't hear any news. Afraid that he would be blocked, Mo Yunhui took some books from the suitcase, which turned out to be various military books and strategies. , Let him pass the time with nothing to do.

This feeling is extremely bad. The external turmoil and the lifeless tranquility here suffocate them. In the end, Mo Yunhui couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked the children in the village to find them if they wanted to. Qian's lectures and teaching.

Naive approach, life can't be saved Who will learn things, but if the children in the family are too young to do farm work, a cheap life will be spread in this troubled world, it is better to be a cultural ghost after learning Braille, and it will not be in vain for parents. suffer.Thinking in this way, the villagers threw their youngest child into their house with the half-thought of letting them look after the baby.

Since then, Yu Xiaoyao and Mo Yunhui have been teaching, waiting in a nearly deathly calm.

Sometimes when I see those children running and jumping in the yard, they are all yellow and skinny, but they still laugh and cry. Even though the war has brought them indelible trauma, they still feel sad and hurt. There will still be resistance, and there will be hope.

Until the arrival of Master Tan, stones were thrown into the stagnant water, and the waves rose suddenly.

Yu Xiaoyao picked up Ji Tan by the river embankment and said that he was covered in blood at that time, and in one breath, he hastily checked whether there was anything that would bring harm to the village on his body, and finally found a handful of soil. The gun, out of bullets, has nothing but empty shells.

In the end, he couldn't bear to see death, so he asked Mo Yunhui to carry him home. After washing his face, Yu Xiaoyao realized that this was their former martial artist.

Master Tan described that he was very embarrassed, and his spirit was a little unstable. He used to look like a solid and serious monk, but now he looks like he has fallen into a demon. He had a high fever and kept babbling, Yu Xiaoyao listened quietly for a long time, then repeatedly asked in his ear while changing the scarf on his forehead: What is the meaning of the patriarch's coming from the West? *

Ji Tan blurted out what he said, but his voice was hoarse, and he could only hear the word "cypress tree", so he continued to ask: What if the second ladle of bad water?

Master Tan struggled to show his teeth, Yu Xiaoyao held him down, and whispered: Is it better to cut off the tongue and not violate the national taboo, is it to ask for the dew pillar, is it a stone in the sky, or... At this point, I fell into deep thought, But he heard Ji Tan say a long sigh, and then he opened his clear eyes and replied: "Mountains, rivers, and earth."

Yu Xiaoyao supported the bed frame and stood up, heaving a sigh of relief, "You finally woke up."

When the patient was awake, the situation became more clear. When Mo Yunhui came back from digging wild vegetables outside, he saw the two of them sitting opposite each other.I haven't seen him in half a year, Master Tan seems to be ten years older, with long hair draped over his shoulders, he looks like an ascetic monk. When Yu Xiaoyao asked how the two people with him were, he became emotional again.

"Chu Tianxing..." As if revisiting the past, Yu Xiaoyao asked him to stop talking when he saw this, but he didn't listen, and insisted on bringing the truth out of his stomach, which broke his heart , bleeding, "Dead, dead without a whole body."

Yu Xiaoyao was shocked, dead people are not uncommon in troubled times, but they are acquaintances, no matter what, he couldn't help being touched, Jitan said that he frowned and closed his eyes tightly, just like he used to listen to the fake fisherman singing.

"He fought guerrillas behind enemy lines and was arrested, but he was a leader. He was interrogated for three days and sentenced."

In this way, one can imagine the terrible situation, and then listen to Master Tan's voice to the extreme, it will be inaudible in the end, "Miss Pipa...Damn...those beasts..."

Relatively silent, the bitterness of traditional Chinese medicine overwhelms the fragrance of flowers.

"Where are you... planning to go?" Yu Xiaoyao asked softly.

Ji Tan said shaking his head, looking at the young man in front of him, "What about you?"

He didn't know that this was a kind of confusion that he had never had before. His legs gave him no chance to fight the enemy, and because he was sent by the embassy, ​​the Chongqing side would definitely pay attention to it. Once again, the Yu family was implicated in the incident.This is a real emptiness, an emptiness where there is a way ahead but there is no way to go.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a tall middle-aged man walked in, with slightly white hair on his temples and a serious expression.

He said: "Hello guys, I'm glad...the two survived!"

**

Very Jun is sitting next to a well at the entrance of the village. Beside the well is an abandoned open-air shop. The roof of the shop is half collapsed. From the looks of it, you can probably guess that it is a shop for buying groceries and breakfast. It may be the only one in the whole village. "Store facades bred by external influences" are mostly opened by young people who have returned from refugees.

It's just that the dark blood stains on the seats and the bowls and chopsticks in the pool that were too late to clean up were silently complaining about the bloodshed at that time.

"Throwing Jitan said here on purpose, plus there is Yu Xiaoyao, killing two birds with one stone, the teacher has a good plan."

Jun Xuanzun walked out of the village, and sat down on the long wooden bench without feeling dirty, but did not intend to answer his words.

He stared at the young man who crawled out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood in front of him, and said, "Do you think it is right or wrong to be a teacher?"

Very Jun looked at Yue Jiaozi who was beside him. He was a little tired recently, and he was bored all day long, but his eyes were still sharp. Very Jun withdrew his gaze and said, "I don't know."

Xuanzun stared at him for a long time, then took a large wooden barrel and a porcelain bowl from the side, he filled the bowl with water and hung it on the top of the wooden barrel, "I don't know what other people think, but if this wooden barrel is The abyss of destruction, fall, slavery, and national subjugation, and this bowl is your country, and the water is you, me, Jitan Shuo, Yu Xiaoyao, Mo Shiqi, and thousands of Chinese people. I want to let go now, the bowl It will definitely break, and the water will splash out, how do you save it?"

Yuejiaozi straightened his waist and looked at Junxuanzun together with Mr. Fei.

"I don't care if there are other ways, now I don't think there is any other way to go, only this..."

He poured water into the bucket, filled another bowl from the well, poured it into the bucket again, and repeated dozens of times. Finally, when the bucket was full of water, he let go of his hand hanging in the air, and the porcelain bowl fell straight down, splashing Large water flowers bloomed, and after one plunged into the water, it surfaced again, beyond the edge of the bucket.

"You are the water poured in. Everyone must have the consciousness to pour in the water. There is no struggle, no sacrifice, and no darkness. How can you support this bowl of mountains and rivers?"

How do you support this bowl of mountains and rivers?

*****

In the 30th year of the Republic of China, Shanghai. *

Yong Ye was sitting in a western restaurant and eating steak. Wei Jun rode a small broken car in the alley, with a dozen fruit baskets of various sizes hanging on the left and right handles of the car. He parked the car in front of Yong Ye's window, knocked on the Knock on the glass and ask, "Do you want fruit?"

Mo Shiqi smiled and said, "You actually still have this kind of brain, inspired by the newsboy?"

Very Jun laughed: "It's not that pears are selling so well recently, they can only be sold loose if they can't be made into fruit baskets." He also said, "I heard that some opera written by you, a great writer, will be performed in public recently, and you will earn a lot of tickets Patronize on our small business."

He said that, handing in a few apples, and Yong Ye giving him money, it was just an ordinary transaction in the eyes of outsiders.

It’s been two years since they’ve been in Shanghai, they’ve taken on scattered tasks, and they’ve actually walked around a few times, just strolling around the stall of the very gentleman, to show that the professor he’s left behind with gold plating isn’t worldly, He would also buy gadgets for the female students who passed by, and his life couldn't be more comfortable.

Ting Santie, who was also in Shanghai, returned Xi Yan'er to him. The doll was quite tanned. When she saw him, she threw herself into his arms, shouted for him, and boasted that she had learned from Mrs. Ting. Craftsmanship, the dishes are cooked well now, and I will let you taste them every day in the future.

But until recently, their different superiors sent secret telegrams to merge them into a new action team, and said that another one would come in the next day, asking them to contact each other.

Then there is today's release.

I don't know who came, but Mo Shishi's thoughts changed suddenly. A few days ago, a famous garbage guy who colluded with the Japanese puppets was killed in his own yard. The newspaper published two consecutive issues in a row. A meeting gift for colleagues in Shanghai.

Still handing in the graduation thesis, Jun Fei took out some fruit and handed it to Yong Ye.

Running down the street, the little boy took a roll of the newspaper and shouted loudly: "New news, new news! The Lantian Theater has opened, famous actors are on stage, feast your eyes!"

A black car was parked opposite the western restaurant.

At the same time, in Junxuanzun's office, Xuanzun took out the three files from the file bag, lit the lighter, and the words "Heavenly Trace", "Earth Underworld" and "Human Awareness" accompanied their photos, all of which were swallowed by the ruthless flames. into ashes.

Mo Shiqi couldn't even breathe.

The car door opened, Yu Xiaoyao, maybe it's more appropriate to say it's Boss Yu now... stepped out of the car, dressed in formal attire, and said to the driver: "Go and buy me some apples."

There are many storms, and Shanghai never sleeps at night.

----to be continued----

Note (including plot analysis):

[*The location has been changed, the final location has been changed from "Beijing" to "Shanghai". The previous chapter has been changed, and there are many historical and subjective factors. I bow and apologize. 】

*Duan Gonglu's "Beihulu" contains: "Sun Guangxian's continuation note said that he was engaged in Jiangling Day, and he lived with the fan guest Mu Simi to taste several books of daffodils left behind. They were picked in water vessels and they would not wither for years." About the earliest daffodils Incoming records, appearing here are anti-taking past personnel and affairs that cannot "perish through the years".

*Penicillin: It is penicillin, which is a drug in short supply during this period.

* "West Lai Yi" sentence: Zen Gongan.Asked, "The patriarch's purpose in coming to the West?" One said, "The cypress tree in front of the court".

When asked, "Would you like a second dipper of bad water?", some replies gritted their teeth, or "I'd rather cut off my tongue than violate the taboo of the country", "Ask for a dew column", "A stone in the sky", "Mountains and rivers and the land". .

A piece of literary drama that I like very much in the original play, followed by "letting go of the unintentional heart and forgetting the fundamentals," Jian Feidao's explanation is "pointing out the importance of recognizing oneself". "Keep your heart".A more ignorant and interesting machine front.

And the implication of Xuanzun's "water bowl" in this article is actually an interpretation in the question and answer, the general idea is to throw out the question, and everyone has different opinions and answers different ways.The idea of ​​Xuanzun Jiutian in the original play was extreme in Diming's consciousness, but its original meaning is unpredictable. This is a personal understanding, and it also serves as an instruction for their future actions. (Although subjectively I still want to stab him to death...)

*Aspects of Jitan theory: This article asked him to be the guide. First, Xuanzun did it intentionally.

*Chu Tianxing: It was mentioned in the previous article that he went to "Poyang Lake" to fish. Poyang Lake is in Jiangxi, with Jinggangshan, and his position is clear.