Chapter 2 When the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant (2)
Update time:2012-09-18
No one can explain clearly what a person will see when he dies. He can only know it after death. However, those who know will never have the chance to confirm it to the world. Liu Jun has been thinking about this matter after he became seriously ill.
Fearful, yet curious.
When the moment finally came, he felt chaotic, and there seemed to be a light in front of him. He was running towards the light uncontrollably, and he couldn't feel his hands and feet. He was evaporating like alcohol in the sun.
As it merges into the dust... everything is gradually blurring, and consciousness and memory are gradually returning to nothingness. However, two things suddenly become clear; these are past events that I have not thought of for a long time, and at this time, it seems that I have been
It was revealed as if the dust had been blown away.
He went back to the summer when he was ten years old, when he was playing with his sister by the river. He was immersed in the mud hole to touch crabs, and he could even feel the water surface heated by the sun, as well as the coldness and wetness in the mud hole |
Moisture, and the expectant and cautious mood. At this time, something fell into the water with a "plop". He looked up and saw that it was his sister who had fallen into the river! His mind went blank, and the words "Plop" were still echoing in his mind.
Brother, brother" voice.
Why didn't I jump down to save her immediately? Why?! Instead I went to call for help. Most people were still taking a nap in the hot afternoon, and there was no one on the field and road.
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The rebellious fourteen-year-old was filled with the mezzo-soprano of "The seventh set of radio gymnastics now begins one, two, three, four", the dusty road, the noise in the game room, and his best friend Zhou Qiang. Liu Jun's words from his teachers and parents
The labels are "poor grades", "disobedient", "ignorant", and "making trouble". His teachers and parents don't like him, and he doesn't like all of this even more. In class, he is punished by standing still when he comes home, and is beaten and scolded. He feels that in the eyes of others, he
Liu Jun was so courageous that he planned to run away from home with his best friend Zhou Qiang. They wanted to make great achievements in the world like the heroes in the Young and Dangerous movies and be admired by thousands of people.
They became sworn brothers in the earth temple, sharing blessings and hardships. They did not want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but only wanted to die in the same year and the same month. Then they each stole the family's money, ran away from home, and hung out at the train station.
Not long after, Zhou Qiang saw his parents' missing person notice in a newspaper. His parents' anxiety and worries were revealed in the words, "Come back, we won't blame you!"
Zhou Qiang cried bitterly at that time, and said that it was better to have a good home and a better school. So in a quiet early morning, Zhou Qiang left quietly. Then Liu Jun also went home, but from then on, Zhou Qiang's parents never allowed their son to have any contact with him.
Many years later, Liu Jun completely forgave Zhou Qiang for his betrayal, and it was absolutely right for him to quietly return to his parents.
During that year, Liu Jun suddenly understood the painstaking efforts of his parents and many things. The biggest realization was that the rules and morals of society are very strong. It is really for your own good that your parents nag you every day about what to do and how to obey.
Liu Jun really changed his ways, studied hard, went to college, worked, and his life went smoothly from then on. He himself also grew up into a person who was well regarded by people. He was responsible, enterprising, caring, filial to his parents, and had a good temper.
He is gentle and gentle. It can be said that he is a well-behaved and good person. He tries his best to be kind to everyone around him, and he thinks so in his heart. But there is a devil in the heart of a person, and it will jump out if he relaxes his vigilance.
But when the dust flies away, both good intentions and devils will disappear.
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In the trance, another real memory came to him one after another. Liu Jun felt that it was not a memory, but as if he was having an inner dialogue with another person. He had never been so close to the depths of a person's heart.
He understood everything about Zhang Ning, even the smallest details, but he didn't know if this Zhang Ning also understood him. Zhang Ning's consciousness had no response. Maybe there was no consciousness anymore, and this soul was dead.
So this inner communication cannot be called communication, it can only be regarded as "reading", as if reading a book without language but better than language description. He felt that some of the ideas in the "book" were narrow and narrow, but he sincerely admired them.
As for the attainments in Chinese studies, the things in this "book" are probably of a higher level than those of sinologists in modern times. They are familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics and other classics. How many modern people can recite and memorize so many books word for word?
?It’s true that every word is correct, and the meaning and allusion of each word is annotated by a memory. No wonder Zhang Ning is full of pride in his heart. The "book" writes: I am the best in the world in literary talent and temple.
The people in the government who are good at writing are all half-hearted, and the scholars of the same age are all idiots.
Is this a dream?
"Brother, brother..." A clear and urgent voice sounded in his ears. Little sister... Zhang Ning called in his heart. The first thing he thought of was the regret and guilt in his memory that was awakened at the time of death. He exerted all his strength
He used all his strength to raise his hand, wanting to touch the distant and blurry shadow. At this moment, a soft, cool hand held his, and he hurriedly grabbed it with all his strength.
Opening his eyes, "Zhang Ning" suddenly saw the face of a familiar yet unfamiliar girl appearing in front of him. Those caring and joyful eyes were so spiritual that it seemed as if they were looking not at his face but at his heart. He didn't even think about it.
Zhenzhen was shocked. Why is this girl in the dream again? Ghost? It’s hard to imagine a dying person who has been unconscious for many days. He shrank quickly and violently. He secretly pinched his thigh with his fingers, feeling real pain.
came. Originally, his consciousness had already felt that he had become Zhang Ning, but his subconscious had not yet recognized this change, so he suddenly had such a "rejection reaction".
The girl suddenly cried and rushed over to him, hugging his face to her heart and bursting into tears. Zhang Ning's mouth and face were soft, and for a moment it seemed as if he had fallen into a pile of cotton, and there was a light smell in his nose.
Mixed with the fragrance of soap locust, the legendary virgin fragrance?
Zhang Ning was stunned, his mind a blur. He seemed to understand everything, but he seemed not to understand his situation at all. The only clear thing was that the girl's pair of delicate breasts were tightly covering her.
There was no emotion on his face that could compare with the sudden soft touch. He hurriedly spread his hands and thought to himself: I didn't do anything. Besides, the girl is his sister, so he can't even think about it.
"Brother was unconscious as soon as he came back, and he is still motionless. Yesterday the doctor said that brother..." The Nanjing Mandarin became particularly pleasant under Zhang Xiaomei's clear and graceful voice. It seemed to be full of thousands of attachments and tenderness, and it was so heart-breaking to listen to.
They all fell apart. She hugged her so tightly and hard, Zhang Ning's chin felt her soft hair, and he didn't even dare to breathe out.
He stayed like this for a while, then gently pushed Zhang Xiaomei and said: "Get up...ahem...get up and talk properly." What came out of his mouth was the Mandarin accent of Zhang Xiaomei.
Zhang Xiaomei then stopped her heartfelt talk, quickly let go of him, reached out to hold his face and took a closer look. She saw Zhang Ning's blank eyes open, but fortunately his eyeballs were moving. "Brother, does it hurt? I'm hungry.
What..." Zhang Xiaomei's voice was filled with endless concern.
"I'm indeed a little hungry." Zhang Ning said calmly while lying on the pillow, looking at Zhang Xiaomei. This is a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old. Her fair and smooth skin and healthy and smooth black hair make her full of youthful vitality and life.
She had a very innocent oval face, a round forehead and clear and lively eyes that were most beautiful, and her soft lips were still glowing under the oil lamp. She was wiping her tears with her sleeves, and then she giggled:
"Wait, I'm going to the kitchen to serve rice porridge for my brother, and I'm going to tell my uncle, aunt, cousin, and sister-in-law the good news right away!"
"Go." Zhang Ning tried to move his body, but felt sore all over, so he simply lay still.
Zhang Xiaomei ran to the door, her movements were very nimble and lively, like a little white rabbit jumping out of the grass in spring. At this time, she turned around and warned: "Keep your eyes open. Don't stop."
He fell asleep! I'm going to call someone right away."
"Don't worry, it's okay." Zhang Ning watched her every move and expression.
Zhang Xiaomei didn't seem to be at ease yet. She turned back with a look of surprise. Her face turned slightly red and she turned sideways. She gently put her hand through the collar of her blouse. After a moment, she pulled out a red piece two fingers wide.
The diamond-shaped silk bag came and was handed into Zhang Ning's hand: "A few days ago, I went to the Qing Dynasty to observe the auspicious talisman. I was afraid that the gods would think I was not pious enough, so I kept it on my heart."
Sure enough, Zhang Ning faintly felt that the talisman in his hand was still warm. It must be the body temperature of the little girl! He looked down at the things in his hands, then looked up at Zhang Xiaomei, and he was speechless and didn't know what to say.
At that time, he looked like a demented fool.
Zhang Xiaomei gently pointed at her breasts with her fingertips... her heart, a soft bulge, gently sunk into a dimple under her fingertips, like ripples on the water and like a beauty's dimples, and then she put the thumbs of both hands
, with three fingers of her index finger and little finger facing each other, and the other fingers pinched in the palm of her hand, she made such a strange movement, and gently closed her eyes with great piety, as if she was praying for something. She could only see the slightly trembling eyelashes, as if
A small brush is brushing people's hearts.
"Let's go, I'll be back soon." After saying that, she turned around and ran away.
"Dong dong dong..." The sound of the wooden stairs being stepped on quickly sounded outside. Zhang Ning picked up the talisman with some difficulty and looked at the light source of the oil lamp carefully. The sound of the stairs passed by and the surroundings returned to silence.
, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, which was very familiar, and finally remembered that it was the smell of osmanthus. Osmanthus in autumn. Before he traveled through time, Zhang Ning had just participated in the imperial examination held in autumn.
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