Old Tang picked up his cell phone and dialed Lin Shuwan's number. He said to Sheng Chuncheng, "My wife wants to check her homework. Please tell her for me."
Sheng Chuncheng laughed and said yes.
Lin Shuwan's voice came over the phone, and Old Tang called out: "Honey, I said I would call you in the afternoon. I didn't lie to you. King Shanda himself came here in person."
As Old Tang said, he handed his phone to Sheng Chuncheng. Sheng Chuncheng took it and called Mr. Lin, and Lin Shuwan said on the other end of the phone:
"Oh, Mr. Sheng, I just told him not to forget to get a fat-reducing massage today. I didn't expect him to call you over. Thank you for your hard work."
Sheng Chuncheng smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, door-to-door service is what we should do."
Lin Shuwan said: "Oh, I know him. He just doesn't want to move or go anywhere."
"It's moving, it's moving, we've been moving for more than an hour." Old Tang took the phone over and shouted into the receiver: "Okay, wife, I'm hanging up."
After putting down the phone, Old Tang clapped his hands and said happily: "Okay, the most important thing today is done, and no one will care about what I do next."
Sheng Chuncheng smiled and shook his head. He said, "It seems that you are afraid of your wife, and you live up to your reputation."
"It's not fear, it's an offering. I'm enshrining my wife and holding her up high." Old Tang said, "Look at that Bodhisattva, who has kind-faced and kind-hearted intentions. Why, everyone enshrined him so that he wouldn't be able to survive."
Temper. My wife is the same way. If you ask her to say one sentence worth ten thousand words, she will be angry. If she is angry, your life will be easier."
Sheng Chuncheng laughed, what nonsense.
"It's not unreasonable. Once you have a family and think about it slowly, you will understand." Old Tang said, "Peace is won through wisdom."
Sheng Chuncheng was going back, but Old Tang insisted on driving and took Sheng Chuncheng to the Coralsha Reservoir station to catch a bus.
As the car drove on the road, Sheng Chuncheng thought that Old Tang graduated from the United States and was very familiar with Xiaoshu. He might know about Aqiang. Sheng Chuncheng asked:
"I used to have a client who also graduated from your country. He was an oil painter. His name is Aqiang. Mr. Tang, do you know?"
"I know, he and Xiaoshu are brothers. Well, strictly speaking, Xiaoshu is his senior brother." Old Tang said.
"I haven't heard from him for a long time. Where is he now?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.
"It's not very ideal, it's basically useless." Old Tang pondered for a while and said.
Sheng Chuncheng was taken aback and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Last month, Xiaoshu and I visited him once. He is now in a temple on Jinyun Mountain."
"A monk?"
"No." Old Tang said, "Nowadays, you can't become a monk just because you want to. Generally, you have to graduate from a Buddhist college. He lives in the temple and doesn't paint, chant, or read. He doesn't even have a mobile phone.
No, he is just in a daze every day. If you say he is crazy or stupid, he is not crazy yet. He told us that he is counting himself."
Sheng Chuncheng asked: "What does counting yourself mean?"
"It's not interesting. He said he was just counting down, counting himself second by second, and when he finished counting, he would die. That's what he meant." Old Tang said, "On the way back, Xiaoshu and I discussed this issue.
Xiaoshu has something to say, and I think it’s quite right.”
"What did Xiaoshu say?"
"Xiaoshu said that Aqiang walked all the way from idealism to extremism and then to nihilism. This road is like the same river. In fact, there is no clear boundary in the middle. You float along the water,
Just float here until you can count yourself." Old Tang said.
Sheng Chuncheng understood what Old Tang said. It was like the water at the foot of the mountain in his hometown that he had been familiar with since he was a child. It came out from Huangshan Mountain and was called Xin'an River. When it reached the bottom of their home, it was called Qiandao Lake. When it left the Xin'an River Hydropower Station, it went down.
, or Xin'an River, then to Tonglu and Fuyang, it is called Fuchun River, and after Fuyang, it is called Qiantang River.
The river is the same river, it's just called by different names. It's hard for you to tell. At what point did the Xin'an River reach the point where it started to be called the Fuchun River? Just like what Lao Tang said about idealism, extremism and nihilism, it's hard for you to tell the difference.
their critical points.
Sheng Chuncheng just felt a faint pain in his heart. He could still think of the Aqiang who was naked in the studio, painting passionately like a fighting cock. From that Aqiang to the Aqiang who was counting himself,
Sheng Chuncheng seemed to know the reason, but he didn't know how he could know about the artists.
"How is he now?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.
"It's hard to say whether it's good or bad."
Old Tang was silent for a while and continued:
"In our opinion, he seems to have been disabled. But he feels that this is it. He is very peaceful. He counts himself every day and is very narcissistic. No one is forcing him. If he feels that his current state is not good
, If you want to change, you can go down the mountain at any time, right? He hasn’t come down yet. That’s because he feels that there is no need to go down, so it’s hard to say.”
The bus drove along Zhijiang Road, and outside the window was the Qiantang River. Sheng Chuncheng looked up along the river, and could see the Qiantang River Bridge, the Second Bridge, the Third Bridge and the Fourth Bridge, which could be vaguely seen.
, the other side of the river where Guo Shuang disappeared.
He turned around and looked down, but he couldn't see it, but he knew that there was a Sanjiangkou there, which was where the Qiantang River, Fuchun River and Puyang River met. He walked along the Puyang River and there was a castle-shaped house on the riverside.
In the yard, there is a stone swimming pool, which diverts water from the Puyang River.
One night, Aqiang was swimming naked in the water, as free as a fish. When he looked up at the starry sky above his head, the stars were big and bright.
He didn't know that at the same time, in the castle-shaped house behind him, there were also two white bodies having sex on the floor, like two fish struggling on the beach.
As the night went deeper, the fire was blazing, swallowing up the old castle-like house. Sheng Chuncheng could not see it, but he could imagine that the fire must have reflected the Puyang River red.
Sheng Chuncheng sighed.
At this time, the bus had passed under the Qiantang River Bridge, turned left, and turned onto Hupao Road. The Qiantang River disappeared on the right side of the bus.
Sheng Chuncheng got off the bus at Longxiangqiao Station and rode back to the store. When he walked in, he saw a person standing up on the sofa in the lobby. Sheng Chuncheng shouted in surprise:
"Xiao Ma, why is it you?"
Xiao Ma said with a smile: "I went into the city to do some errands and stopped by your place to have a look. They said you were out and you would be back soon. I will wait for you here."
Sheng Chuncheng knew in his heart that Xiao Ma was waiting for him here because he must have something to say to him, and it was related to Professor Zheng.
Sheng Chuncheng said: "Welcome, welcome, but the place is too small and there is not even an office. How about we go to the teahouse next door?"
