Zhangjialou Pingxie Hezhi

"This is what the little brother said to leave for you."

The basement was damp and dark, with more than [-] wine bottles of different sizes scattered on the dirty floor in a mess, and a dim ceiling lamp hung dangling from the roof, illuminating the two people sitting opposite each other under it.The fat man put a long black jar on the broken wooden table and pushed it to Wu Xie's side.

"What is it?" Wu Xie took it in front of his eyes and turned it over and over for a few times, seeing that it was just a dark ceramic jar on the outside, he squinted one eye and looked inside, but saw nothing.

He asked the fat man: "Brother gave it to me? When did you get it?"

The fat man touched a cigarette, lit it, and said, "In July 05, he visited me in Banai, and asked me to give this to you according to the time." He looked around and sighed. , "I think now is the time, you always use that thing to damage your body too much, maybe you can find what you want to see in it."

Wu Xie didn't answer, but put the mouth of the can on his ear, of course there was nothing but the resonance of the air.

But since this jar was left to him by Poker Bottle, there must be a message to convey to him hidden in it.Poker bottle is a person who seldom does unnecessary or unnecessary things.

"What else did little brother say?" Wu Xie asked.

The fat man frowned and thought for a while, then said, "You may not believe it, but the little brother said there are things he remembered."

Wu Xie widened his eyes slightly: "What?"

"I don't remember the specifics..." Fatty scratched his stomach, "I was in a mess at the time, so it's not bad if I can still remember this."

Hearing his words, Wu Xie shook his head, and groped around the jar with the pulp of his right hand.The surrounding area of ​​the jar was glazed and it was very smooth. He put his fingers into the mouth of the jar and touched it, but the inside was still rough, as if there were some patterns.But the mouth of the can is relatively small, and Wu Xie's fingers can only touch the very upper circle.

"I'm not just here to give you this." The fat man stood up and walked around the basement. With the help of the dim light here, he could see that there were things written all over the wall. The light was too dim and he could only blurt Recognize a few words.When Wu Xie wrote these things, his mind was either not very clear-headed, and he was just recording instinctively, or when his brain was working very fast, he had to hurry up and write down all the things that flashed through his mind , so the walls are full of messy handwriting and some unknown patterns.

The fat man returned to the low stool and sat down. Looking at Wu Xie who was curled up on a dirty rag sofa with blank eyes, he felt a little uncomfortable, so he took a deep puff of the cigarette and said: "Naive, I am The one who took you out, look at what you look like now."

Wu Xie closed her eyes and squeezed between her brows, her voice was full of exhaustion: "I'm fine."

"Your body can't handle it," the fat man kicked the ground casually, and he could hear the sound of the small glass bottle containing the venom of the black-haired snake rolling away. "You are burning your life now, understand? Let me tell you, fat man Even if I knock you out today, I will take you out."

Wu Xie raised his eyelids and looked at him for a while, then smiled slightly with a sigh of relief: "Okay, I have to give you your face."

He swayed a few times when he stood up, long-term lack of sleep and nutritional intake, as well as excessive smoking and drinking, and continuous intake of neurotoxins, these have eroded Wu Xie's body to a large extent, the fat man watched him walk They all wobbled a little, cursed a little bit hatefully, and hurriedly grabbed Wu Xie's arm.

It was afternoon, and the sunlight outside was too dazzling. The moment Wu Xie stepped out of the basement, he flinched. He hurriedly lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly to continue walking, but the corners of his eyes still shed physiological tears caused by the strong light stimulation. .Seeing this, the fat man teased him and said, "It's better to thrive in the sun? It's touching."

"Fuck you, I was blinded." Breathing the fresh air also slightly relaxed Wu Xie's tense nerves for a long time, and he even had a little leisure to respond to the fat man's joke.

Fatty has always been careful in his work. Since he is sure to pull Wu Xie out of his hole, he naturally prepared a place for the two of them to rest temporarily.The fat man found a rental house under the identity of a buddy of the acquaintance's house, and it would take at least a while for others to find this place.And during this period of time, it was enough for Wu Xie to recover from residual blood to half blood.

The two of them went to a roadside shop for a casual meal.Wu Xie's clothes are sloppy now, and his beard has not been taken care of for many days, and his entire chin has crawled, looking like a homeless man.Now even if he puts a mirror in front of him, Wu Xie probably won't be able to see who it is, so he is not afraid of being recognized by others.

"Go back and take care of it and rest for a while, we are discussing this thing." The fat man touched the earthen pot that was hugged by them with newspapers with his chopsticks, and Wu Xie nodded while scraping rice into his mouth.It was okay before I ate, but as soon as I ate, my body began to check out all the hidden discomfort reactions before. Wu Xie's stomach burned badly, and he ate even more urgently.

The fat man pulled out two light dishes for him, and asked Wu Xie to eat slowly and not to eat too much, otherwise his stomach would not be able to bear it.

It was already afternoon after all the chores were cleaned up. Seeing that Wu Xie had cleaned himself up, he was sitting on the sofa and staring at the black pot on the coffee table, so he went up and patted the back of his head: "You stare at it!" Half a day, can you watch a little brother come out from above? Go to bed."

Wu Xie frowned: "My little brother must have wanted to say something when he gave this to me. But after thinking about what I know so far, it seems that there is nothing related to this kind of jar."

He began to wonder whether it was because he had received insufficient information to decipher the information carried by this ordinary-looking empty jar, but the fat man had already come over to chase away people.

"Okay, then I'll sleep for a while." Wu Xie said, picked up the jar and walked to his room.

The fat man stopped him: "You go to rest and put the jar down."

"I'll watch it for a while," Wu Xie held the jar in his arms, "I'll be sleepy when I lie on the bed."

What he said was right, the fatigue accumulated when he lay down came up little by little.After looking at the jar up and down for a while, Wu Xie soon felt sleepy. He carefully placed the jar on the bedside, then retracted into the quilt, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep within a few minutes.

This sleep was very long, and Wu Xie didn't wake up from hunger until noon the next day. He slowly opened his eyes, and was still a little dazed for a moment, not knowing where he was.Wu Xie didn't wake up until the ceiling of the rental house gradually became clear in the field of vision.

He blinked and looked around, his eyes flicking over the black jar by the bed.All the things in the dream last night flashed across his mind, Wu Xie got up suddenly, reached out and grabbed the jar and held it tightly between his palms.

"Brother left you to me," he kept rubbing the body of the can with his fingers, "is it because of this..."

In this dream that should be a peaceful sleep, Wu Xie's consciousness did not stop for a moment.He seems to experience many things through the eyes of a person, some of which he already knows through inhaling pheromones, some of which he has never seen, and some of which he has experienced but through another This perspective is reinterpreted in front of his eyes.

And at the end of the dream, just before Wu Xie was about to wake up, the black jar was put in front of "himself" in the dream, and "himself" said that these memories would be put in the dream and stored in This jar is to be used by someone who has the ability to interpret it when needed later.

This is a "dream tank".

Wu Xie didn't know how to explain what he dreamed about last night.Dreams are a very mysterious thing. In dreams, people can recall, create, and imagine unreasonable things, and even use known things to deduce the possibility of the future to a certain extent.

His temples were throbbing and his thoughts were confused.For a while, Wu Xie couldn't tell whether what he saw in his dream was really interpreted from this jar, or whether it was just because he had too many entangled thoughts before and he cared about this jar. Create such a story in the dream?

Thinking is the thing that can deceive oneself the most. People can judge the authenticity of a thing through thinking, but it is difficult to come to the conclusion of "whether one's thinking is lying" through thinking.In the past period of time, Wu Xie received a lot of disorganized information, which would be engraved in his mind in the form of inherent cognition, and he had to try his best to distinguish the truth and illusion of cognition.This is a painful process, and it takes a lot of mental damage, because it takes a lot of determination to be sure of yourself or to deny yourself.

The judgment Wu Xie is facing now is very similar to the situation when he accepted pheromones in the past.But what is more complicated is that when he comes into contact with pheromones, he understands that he is actively receiving information, and he only needs to distinguish the authenticity of this information.As for what was seen in the dream just now, because it was crowned with the premise of "seen in a dream", the authenticity of the act of receiving information itself also needs to be judged by Wu Xie.

"Damn it." Wu Xie put the jar back on the bedside table, raised her hand against her temple and pressed hard a few times.There seemed to be a large tangle of silk threads in his mind, and it was hard to sort out some of them, but now there was an even messier pile of threads entangled in, and even tied a few knots.

There was a series of sounds of porcelain and glass colliding outside, Wu Xie stretched his shoulders and back, got out of bed and went out to look.When he opened the door, the fat man was filling a plate with roast chicken. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he called Wu Xie without raising his head: "Little ancestor, I thought you would sleep on this feeling until tomorrow. Come and eat!"

Wu Na nodded and went to wash, and when he sat down in front of the tea table, the fat man had already put the roast chicken and some other dishes on the plate and lined them up on the table.Wu Xie touched his stomach, he was already hungry.

Neither of them said hello, they picked up their chopsticks and ate a meal in a hurry, and only after they were eighty percent full could they talk about their work.Wu Xie sat on a small stool and drank the soup. He was so hot that he was breathing heavily, but he did not stop talking.

"I had a dream last night about that jar," he said.

"Thinking every day and dreaming at night, you have to sleep with the jar in your arms." The fat man held the drumstick in his mouth, "Can your mind be idle for even half a minute?"

Wu Xie shook her head: "The thing I dreamed was rather strange, but it didn't feel like a dream."

He talked a little bit about what he had dreamed to the fat man, and the latter thought for a while holding the chicken leg in his hand, and said, "Naive, do you subconsciously think it's true?" When he saw Wu Xie, he just buried his head and took a sip Tang didn't refute or speak, so he asked again: "What do you want to do?"

"Leave it next to me for a few days." Wu Xie said, "Let's see how it goes."

In his dream last night, he found that if the information was true, it would be of great help to him to sort out some things.The information that Wu Xie ingested from the pheromones before was recorded by the eyes of black-haired snakes. Animals have no thinking ability. They are like a dutiful video recorder, and everything they see will be recorded.The disadvantage is that this information is only from the perspective of an animal, and some key things cannot be recorded at all.

And the information Wu Xie got in the dream was obviously sorted out by the human brain.Although this also means that there is a certain degree of subjectivity in it, if the two can be combined with each other, it may be a way for him to understand the truth of the matter more comprehensively.

The fat man opened his mouth, but seeing the resolute look on Wu Xie's face, he didn't say anything in the end.If this kid Wu Xie really decides something, basically no one can persuade him, this is what the fat man realized very early on.

In the next few days, Wu Xie locked himself in his room during the day and buried himself in sorting out the information he received, and basically fell asleep very early at night.After the training of the black glasses, he can almost control his sleep state now.

Indeed, Wu Xie interpreted a lot of information from the dream one after another, and of course there were some meaningless pictures or dreams mixed in, and he would selectively remove them.But it was obviously a few dreams that belonged to Poker Ping, but Wu Xie sorted out and recorded them after waking up.

Some of those dreams were about what Poker Fing experienced when he was a child in the Zhang family, some were about his time in Tibet, and there were one or two nonsensical dreams that seemed to be completely ordinary people would experience, although there was nothing special about them.

When Wu Xie wrote all these dreams, she even involuntarily wanted to record them more vividly.From it, he saw a Poker bottle that he hadn't understood before, and that had never appeared in other people's narrations. In the later days, sometimes Wu Xie went back to read it, as if he felt that he was with a Poker Bottle that belonged to him. Talking to the bottle, the thought made him restless for a long time.

But this night, when he fell into a dream again facing the jar that could "storage dreams", Wu Xie came to a place he was familiar with.

west lake.West Lake in midsummer.

The lotus in the lake is blooming very well, the lotus in Yingri is particularly red, and the green lotus leaves spread a thick layer on the water.Wu Xie stood quietly by the lake and looked at it for a while. He couldn't tell how long he hadn't seen such a beautiful scenery. He was used to it before everything started, but now he has no way to go back and take a look.

Such a beautiful scenery appeared here, so is what he is in now his own dream or someone else's dream?

Soon his question was answered.

Two people came from a distance, walking side by side towards Wu Xie.Wu Xie looked at their figures and felt they were very familiar, so he looked at them carefully, and when the two gradually approached, he realized that the two were actually himself and Poker Ping.

Wu Xie froze in place until the two men passed between his body.Wu Xie turned around and followed their figures with his eyes. Only then did he see Poker Bottle holding a shopping bag in his hand, and he also had one in his hand, but it seemed that there were a little less things in it.Go shopping by yourself, with Poker-Face?

Wu Xie involuntarily followed the footsteps of the two figures in front, thinking in his heart as he walked, this must not have happened in reality, because it is impossible for him not to remember.So, is this scene my brother's dream?

Why did the little brother dream of such a life-like...

Wu Xie could guess the destination of the two people in front with his eyes closed, it was his shop.Seeing that he pushed the door open, Wu Xie hurriedly followed.The shop was still the same as it was a long time ago. At that time, he was just a small boss, but he was not in the shop all the year round, chasing this and that.

Wu Xie looked around with nostalgia, he hadn't seen this shop decoration for many years.When he came back from Changbai Mountain that year, he was quite decadent for a while, but when he regained his strength, he asked someone to renovate the shop to make it look more dignified.Because after that, his Wu family had to rely on him to support him. Wu Shanju's shabby appearance was indeed not very flattering. Although he didn't care about superficial skills, he always had what he should have.

Wang Meng was still sitting in his old seat, and greeted the two of them naturally when he saw them go back.Wu Xie followed himself and Poker Fing in the dream to the upstairs of the store where people lived, and saw Poker Fing open his refrigerator familiarly, and put everything away.

Brother, what the hell is this dreaming about?Wu Xie leaned on the door frame and looked at the two people in the dream, feeling a little strange in his heart, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

It wasn't until the two people opposite were sitting on the sofa together, and Poker Fing peeled an apple and handed it to "myself" that Wu Xie finally understood.This way of getting along and feeling is just like when he usually sees his parents together.

It is said that dreams reflect people's wishes, so is this the wish of the oil bottle?Would he hope to find someone and live a normal life together?

And this person will be himself?

why?

The dream came to an abrupt end here, Wu Xie suddenly opened his eyes, his heart beating violently.He sat up in a daze for a while, saw a gleam of light still leaking into the room through the crack of the door, knew that the fat man hadn't slept yet, so he went out to get a glass of water to drink.

When the fat man saw him coming out, he let out a "Yo" in surprise, and Wu Xie collapsed on the sofa with him holding the cup, and continued to drink the water without saying a word.

"What did you dream about again?" The fat man squinted at him, "with a fucked expression on his face."

Wu Xie has relaxed a lot in the past few days, so when he heard this sentence, he just said with a deep face: "I dreamed of my little brother."

The fat man stroked his chin and said, "Isn't this a common thing? So you dreamed that you were fucked by a little brother this time?" You get out of here. "Wu Xie answered weakly. He told the fat man's strange gaze what he had dreamed just now, and concluded at the end: "Don't you think it's strange?Brother will want to live with me? "

The fat man opened his mouth wide, and it took him a long time before he said, "Changing your relationship, aren't you able to be together now?"

"Of course not, you've heard this for a long time? We..." Wu Xie paused, then turned to look at Fatty strangely, "Why do you think so?"

The fat man winked at him: "Of course I can see it. You two look like that, and no one will believe you if you say it's not tricky."

Wu Xie was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, walked into his room, took out the jar and put it on the coffee table, saying: "I have to calm down." He drank all the water in the cup in one gulp, shook Rumble back on the bed.

He didn't feel sleepy, so he lay down and stared at the ceiling in a daze.After looking at it for a while, I remembered who this action looked like, and then hurriedly looked away, staring at the empty bedside table.The fat man's two sentences "Aren't we together?", "There's something tricky..." and the scene in Wu Xie's dream just now began to play in Wu Xie's mind in a loop, until the window dimly lit up, and he fell asleep again in a daze .

This time there was no jar by his side, but Wu Xie still sank into the dream, and this time it really belonged to his dream.

He dreamed of the Lama Temple in Medog.

In his ignorance, he saw himself stepping on the wooden stairs in the lamasery, passing through many rooms and square courtyards.The sky was gloomy and gray, and large flakes of snowflakes floated down from the patio, forming a thick and pure white layer on the ground.Some fell on the surrounding ground, leaving some water marks and sporadic white flocs.

Wu Xie continued to walk forward. He didn't know how far he had gone, and he didn't know where he was going.It's just that there is a place in his heart, and he feels that he should go there to see, but he can't reach the destination no matter what.

There seems to be no end to the stairs of the Lama Temple, and the courtyards appear one after another.Wu Xie's footsteps became more and more urgent, and his mood became more and more urgent.His consciousness wanted to slow himself down a bit, but his feet started to gallop, running like a step on two stairs, climbing up without stopping for a moment.

Numerous rooms passed by him and retreated rapidly, and Wu Xie's breathing became short of breath. His lung function was not very good, but he still ran as if he was about to fly.

When Wu Xie was almost suffocating, his body finally stopped.

Walking lightly and slowly as if afraid of disturbing something, Wu Xie slowly approached the end of the wooden ladder, stepping into the light at the end.His heart was uneasy and a little excited, as if he wanted to see someone in this light.

He came to a courtyard again, but this courtyard was no longer empty. There was a figure in the center, sitting quietly on a stone.The figure was also wearing a very familiar Chongfeng clothes, Wu Xie knew that it was his clothes.

Wu Xie walked over and brushed the snow off the man's right shoulder.He didn't dare to say hello, he didn't dare to go around to see who this person was, and he didn't dare to hope that this figure would respond to his movements, so he could only lower his eyes and stare at the logo on the vest of the jacket.

But he got a response.

The man actually stood up and turned around. Wu Xie followed the logo on his vest, and finally saw the man's face.

"Long time no see." Wu Xie laughed the moment he saw that person clearly, but his eyes began to ache, "Brother."

In an instant, he remembered the situation when he saw this figure for the first time—the trance, surprise, and disbelief that were constantly churning and almost breaking through his heart, and the intertwined complex emotions were extinguished by the fact that it was only a stone statue.But now, under the same snowy weather and Lama Temple, this person turned his head to look at him.

Wu Xie blinked hard twice, trying to look at Poker Ping.The latter also stared at him intently, there seemed to be a densely woven net in the deep black pupils, and the net was covered with a rare gentle expression, which immediately wrapped Wu Xie completely.

"Fatty said you like me." Wu Xie suddenly realized that this was a dream, and also suddenly realized what happened before he fell into the dream and the last dream. He unconsciously stretched out his hand to hold Poker Fing's palm, and murmured, " Do you want to be with me, I saw your dream."

His fingers were clasped backwards by the Poker Bottle, but the other party didn't answer him.Wu Xie didn't care at all, and said intermittently, "But I... you and I..."

The snowflakes fell on Wu Xie's shoulders in disorder, like the past that flooded into his mind-the seabed or desert, Changbai Mountain and Medog, the stars seen by the Banai Lake, and the sleepy and crazy struggle in the dark basement... all In everything, there is a figure of a person deeply in it, and everything that has been done in the past seems to be related to this person.

"That's right..." Wu Xie laughed while thinking about it, a hot tear fell from the end of his eye and stopped at the corner of his mouth, no matter how cold the wind and snow were, he said, "I always wanted to be by your side. Except me , who else can be by your side.

"I promised to take you home."

The arms that wrapped his back and the embrace that he fell into after that had the coolness of snowflakes, but warmer than everything else.

"Wu Xie..." was Pokerfing's voice, which echoed in his ears in a low and gentle way.

When Wu Xie woke up again, the first thing she heard was the sound of pattering rain.He shook his head and opened his eyes, and the enlarged handsome face of Poker Face came into view.

"Damn it!" Wu Xie rolled to the side reflexively in shock, but he was sleeping next to the bed, if it wasn't for Poker Bottle to hug him quickly, he might have fallen straight off the bed.But this action was too hasty, Wu Xie's back was twisted, and he screamed in pain.

"Dizzy?" Poker bottle turned him over, bent two fingers to pinch the flesh on the tendons on his back and massaged it a few times.

Wu Xie rubbed her eyes: "I had a very long dream, dreaming about what happened before..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the black ceramic pot on the bedside of Poker Fever with a flicker of his eyes. He was stunned for a while, then turned his head and smiled at Poker Fase: "Brother, what did you dream about?"

After Poker Bottle relaxed his back for him, he turned his head to look at the pot, and smiled.

"Dream your dreams."

End