Feng Jiqi's short story "Search" appreciation

Chase

Feng Jiqi

Ten years ago, I learned this news that the thin old man next door told me. The old man's surname was horse, and someone called him thin. At that time, I didn't care, I thought the old man was just talking casually. One year later, I wanted to find the old man to confirm whether the news was real, the old man left, I wonder where to go. The news that the old man told me that the news had germinated in my mind and grew into a big tree; I stared at the fruits on the tree, excited, uneasy, eye -catching, and eager to move. I closed my eyes, and I seemed to see the scene that the old man told me: a deep gap, with the cliffs on both sides; the thatched grass at the bottom of the ditch was dense and nervous. I first heard the thick and wild voice, and then saw the scenery. I took the camera ... I was uneasy. I am a photographer, and some people call me a photographer. I recalled over and over again that I have lost how much shots that should not be lost over the years; if I do n’t use the lens to record the thin old man told me, it is not only a photographer who has lost his job, but also a regret for life.

I returned from the provincial capital to Songling Village, Fengshan County, Fengshan County. I lived in my hometown for two days, filmed a puppy with urinating, filmed a few sluggish butterflies, filmed half of the soil walls remaining on the old street, filmed the dry pine tree in the village entrance, and filmed. The crazy grass on the roadside shot an empty street. I think that these living things I took died as soon as I entered the camera. According to my past experience, if it is art, even if it is still, dying, once shooting, it will be active and life. However, these things I took, like chewing gums that had been chewing for a long time in my mouth, tasteless.

I told my brother that I was going to Lingxugou in Yongshan. My brother was a little surprised: Jin Ling Xuigou? There are more than sixty miles, and now there is no way, what about the mountain? I said, what about the road? My brother said that in recent years, the land in the mountains has been deserted, few people enter the mountain, the road has been damaged by the rain, and the agricultural tricycles cannot enter. I said, how do people in Yongshan go down the mountain? The younger brother said that they detoured Lin You County, there was an oil residue road over there, from the forest to the mountains, there were 1560 miles. I said, I walked into the mountains. My brother said, walking? I'm afraid I can't go a day. I said, one day can't arrive, walk for two days. At a glance, my brother had decided and didn't stop me.

In the early morning and early autumn, I carried my camera, a wooden stick, and entered Yongshan from the path behind the village.

Songling Village was at the foot of the mountain. After walking three miles, I embarked on the mountain road. I have n’t taken this mountain road for nearly thirty years (when I was young, I often entered the mountains to cut firewood at home). The crushed rocks on the mountain road were washed up by years, clean, quiet, and smooth. I seem to be a little shocked; I dare to say that for several years, no one has stepped on them, and no one bullies them. They must think that they are the content of Dashan. As soon as my feet stepped on, these broken stones made a gritter -like sound. As soon as my feet were lifted, the sound under my feet climbed up the pants, climbed my body, climbed over my head, in the air, in the air, in the air, in the air Round. I took a few more steps and listened carefully, not only the sound of broken stones, but also the sound of mountain roads. The sound of the mountain road was empty, as if the drum was penetrated. Like the air that can't be grasped with both hands, grab it again, and it is empty. The sound of the mountain breeze, the hair is so thin, when they are entangled, they are bright and bright; the weeds and thorns on the roadside are also voicing. Their voice is like a traitor in a film and television drama. ；黑色的岩石在发声，声音坚定不移，生硬，干脆，有威胁的味道；树叶也在发声，我知道，它们的声音是风带来的，尽管，它们的声音像喝了酒一样兴奋， Once the wind is quiet and the wind is gone, they will not be noisy; the bees are also talking, they are diligent as ever, and the sound of hard work is good, and there is absolutely no warning to my warning. The mountains are very quiet, and all kinds of voices will inevitably start burning. Standing on the mountainside, I raised the camera. The village in the camera was like smoke and fog, and it seemed like nothing; then the focal length, in the camera, my hometown was empty and empty, like a hole burned with fire on the white cloth. When I was young, I was standing where I was standing, and even the roof tiles in the village were within the sight. The eyebrow beard in the village was clearly distinguished. After decades, the village was like a dream, hiding and flashing; Like shadow, vaguely. I hoped to put away the camera and continue to go up.

The blue sky seems to be sticking to the hill, as if two dogs on the street. What is behind this hill, is the mountain? Is it plain? Is it a river? When I first entered the mountain, I wanted to explore the road. I was curious as a child, and I had an inquiry. Therefore, I crawled up desperately and wanted to know what was behind. After going to the mountain, I knew that the mountain was behind the mountain, and I wanted to know, what is behind this mountain? I'm desperately walking. I also want to know what it will be behind the back of it. Now, I know all, not only knowing what is behind the hill, but also what is behind the back behind; and know that people want to die, they still have to go step by step without anxiety. What is the age of people who live, that kind of curiosity, that kind of inquiry is always not old, otherwise, I will not be in my forties and go to the mountains.

The heavy rain came, and it was so fast. The cloud full of rain seemed to grow out of the slope; it seemed to ambush behind the hill, jumping into the sky; like a dream, in a blink of an eye, there was a bright and bright cloud group just now, just now, still still returned. The smiley clouds, like lovers, rushed to each other, welded together, suddenly changed their faces, changed color, and ravored the curtains, in the world. The sound of the rain was extremely arrogant, the echo of the mountain was extremely weak, and the call of the wind was extremely rampant. The grass and trees lowered their heads and worshiped the rain, and even the proud mountain bent down. My ears are all kinds of sounds that are twisted together: noisy, huge, heavy, these noisy sounds make me uneasy; the smell of rain, the smell of trees and grass, and the smell of hillside seem to be raised, especially strong, especially strong Essence When I smelled the dangerous smell, I couldn't help but fall. I wrapped the camera tightly with a rain, and I hugged the camera in my arms, and stabilized myself with a wooden stick with one hand. The heavy rain is like a wall, piled up in front of me, and the white brush seems to come from the head of the mountain road; I can't see the skeleton of the mountain. Just see rain, rain, rain. I fell again, I got up, and found that the road under my feet was gone. I lost the road, the road was captured by the rain, and the road surrendered. My feet walked in the grass, and the brief rain was uniform. The grass was smooth and smooth, and she was lying on the ground, laughed. I heard the whistling of the flood. Someone was shouting, someone was breathing, and something was crying. I think that the hillside is moving, moving, moving, I can't help but fall again. I fell again. I slipped towards an abyss and continued to scroll down, scroll, and rolled. The wooden stick in my hand is gone. I hold the camera with both hands, and the taste of the air is even more dignified. I can still hear a huge voice whip, beat me. I live, I feel, hearing, and touching. I let myself fall and fall ... I opened my eyes and looked at it. I was lying on the soil, and the soil was warm. This is a cave. The rain stopped, and I saw a blue sky with white clouds around. I sat up, but I felt a little pain in my back. I saw my camera on the paint -colored mottled wooden cabinet. A man and a woman came in from outside the kiln gate.

This is where?

Caojiagou. The man opened his mouth first, and you fell behind my grass room.

The woman went out, and she brought a bowl of ginger soup and told me to drink it. She said that you have been drenched by heavy rain and drink some ginger soup.

I caught the bowl and drank the ginger soup.

This man is about forty years old. The man's head is not tall, the skin is slightly dark, the lines on the face are clear and clear, and the face is good; the woman has a pair of big eyes, the eyelashes are long and black, the teeth are white, and the years in the mountains have sweeping her face, and the skin is a bit rough. The man asked me, what did you come to the mountain? I said I was going to Lingxugou. The man said, there are more than 20 miles, the sky is almost dark, let's go tomorrow. I think I am a good person. I said, thank you. Borrow for one night here. The man said, not polite. Very convenient.

After dinner, the sky was clear. After being washed by the rain, the blue sky was wide, distant, and the glass was clear, as if the finger was pressed, there was a mark; the stars were very difficult, very pure, and very quiet. The three of us sat in the yard and spoke. The closer the words, the closer, the man and the woman were the granddaughter and son -in -law of my aunt. Forty years of the old aunt have died. After the old aunt died, I never went to the old aunt's house and had never seen my cousin. According to seniority, the two of them called my uncle. The man was called Dong Yi, and the woman was called Yang Juan.

They told me that they had been in the mountains for more than ten years, and when they entered the mountain, they were less than thirty years old. I asked them why they entered the mountain? Dong Yi smiled bitterly, silent for a moment.

It turned out that they were carrying the story.

Dong Yi said that one day in the early spring, he went to the field to hoe wheat and hoe to the ground. He felt that the sound of the sound under the hoe was a bit empty, so he dug it down and dug about one foot. Bar can in the soil. He looked up, and there were people on the ground on both sides, so he buried the crocks and did not dig out. After a long time in the middle of the night, when the night was quiet, he held his head and went to the responsible field. He dug a crock from the ground and took it home to see. There were 20 silver dollars in the crocks. Although the wealth he sent is not a large number, he still feels lucky. From this, he believes that everything is God's will, and whether you can make a fortune is even more destiny.

Two years have passed. One night, he dreamed that there was a jar of jewelry under the hillside of his family, waiting for him to dig. He woke up from his dreams and opened his eyes. The room was as bright as day, golden light, and flickering, and there was a faint and confusing sound in the room. He couldn't sleep anymore, sitting on the cymbal, looking back at the dream again and again, seemed to walk into the dream again: a white -haired old man told him the place where the jewelry buried. After taking a picture, he woke up. Dong Yi tossed on the side to dawn. He was both excited and embarrassed. After dawn, Dong Yi called Yang Juan to close the courtyard. The couple began to dig under the gable, dug a noon, a deep hole was dug under the gables, and the gables were hanging. Before the jewelry was seen, Xia Xia made a crying sound. When they were extremely frustrated, they found a tank with a sealed tank, and the couple lifted up the crocks. Dong Yi couldn't wait to smash the crocks. There was no gold and silver jewelry in the crocks. In the blink of an eye, three snakes slipped out of the crocks. Three snakes are entangled, motionless, like a black cloud that falls on the ground. Then, the three snakes moved, and the three snake heads raised. Darkness and tingling eyes. They dropped their heads and ran outside the courtyard door. Before they ran to the courtyard door, they sounded suddenly, and they saw the smoke filled, and the five -room building collapsed. Their old mother was buried under the house. The old mother, Dong Yi and Yang Juan entered the mountain, contracting the 50 acres of mountains of others. Early in the morning, the air was very sweet, and the hills, ravines, and hillside looked very beautiful. I ate breakfast and hurried. Dong Yi and Yang Juan sent me to the hospital. Dong Yi held my hand and said, "Uncle, I have been in the mountains for more than ten years, I haven't had a dream, but I always feel that I am still in my dream. I said, the mountains are quiet, the air is good, and the nightmares will pass. Don't think so much. Go down the mountain for a few years. The child is too big. You don't have to work so hard. Dong Yi said, okay, I hope you live in Lingxugou tonight.

After getting on the road, I thought, why did these couples ask me and what did they go to Ling Xuangou? Fortunately, they didn't ask, if I asked me, I was really difficult to answer. If the truth is to say that these two juniors will feel that my actions will be unreliable like their dreams. Speaking of false words, I can't say it.

Maybe, because I walked too fast, after more than three hours, my back was wet with sweat. I looked up at the sky, and the sun had reached Zhongtian; although the sun was not very powerful, it was not weak; the light of the sun was extremely clear. The sound of the sound -like flowing water, more like the sound of the leaves swinging, thin, soft. I raised the camera and took a few hills in the distance: the blue sky seemed to be on the green mountains, and I didn't move it. The charm, the color, very beautiful.

I installed the camera, walked about one or two miles, and heard a weird voice, as if it was a human voice, and it was unable to mix it. Language syllable. I was shocked, looked up, and slipped down from the tree over the ditch, one golden, a dish, and a earthy. The three snakes were on the road, and they raised their heads and said each other: Stop him to stop him and stop him ...

Long worm (snake)! A long worm!

The stone is bolder than me. He rushed up, holding the snake's neck (below the snake head) with one hand. After holding it for a while, the stones lifted the snake's tail shaking, and the snake body tried to get rolled up, but couldn't get up. According to the instructions of the stone, a few of our friends dug a pit in the wheat land with the iron shovel of the wild vegetables, buried the snake head into the pit, and stepped on the soil. Therefore, the snake body kept beating. Flying the wheat leaves in the wheat field, the flying leaves were like our cheers -—— we patted, jumping, shouting, and to death with a tyrannical and cruel way to get a snake and get fun and enjoy music. ——This is one of the chapters of childhood joy. After a while, the snake didn't move and died. The three snakes were moving together. They were slipping slowly, while talking, and slipping. They said in unison: I stopped him and stopped him ... I was extremely scared and trembled at a loss. Then, the three snakes slipped quickly and seemed to fly empty. I took a few steps back in horror and sat on the ground. I closed my eyes and motionless. I thought, listen to the destiny. The mountains died were usually silent. I slowly calmed down. I rubbed my eyes, stood up, and looked up, and there was nothing on the road, and the weird voice disappeared. Is that scene just now? Phantom? Is it a dream? Is it a picture formed by the shortness of nerves? However, the image of the picture is clear. When I stepped over from that picture, there was nothing. Only the shadow covered by the cliffs, the affecting the wind floating with the wind and swimming. A cool feeling. I was shocked, took a few mouthfuls, took out the camera, and took the three snakes to slip. Perhaps when shooting, the hand was shaking, and it was washed out. The road was uneven, there were ditches and rushes, and they looked like suffering.

I continue to hurry.

Half in the afternoon, I arrived at Lingxugou.

Under the hill, there are two caves. There is a thin old man living in the cave. The old man is thinner than my neighbor's thin old man, but he is very energetic, his hair is sparse, but he has no white hair and his eyes are still bright. This is the only family in Lingxugou. In the evening, I slept on a soil with the old man. I made a bottom at the old man: I was a photographer in the provincial capital and came to Ling Xuangou to take pictures. I asked the old man and knew that the thin horse man in Songling Village. The old man said, knowing that these two caves lived in thin horses, and he lived here when he was young. The old man asked me what to take pictures in the mountains. I tell the truth: Listening to the Lao Ma Lao Han said that there is a python at the bottom of the ditch of this Lingxu ditch, which is as thick as a bucket and a dozen meters long. I want to take it down. The thin old man said, what is the thin horse telling you? I say yes. I asked the thin man, have you seen that python? The thin man said, I have never seen it, and I told me that I had heard it, and I am afraid that the thin horses have never seen it. I said, have you been to the bottom of the ditch? The thin man said, no. On both sides of the ditch are the cliffs, the sword is cut, and it can't go down. Besides, since there is a python at the bottom of the ditch, who dares to go on? I would rather believe that the words of Lao Ma Lao Han were true, not false. Even if he lies, I have to explore. Maybe the miracle will appear -I comfort myself. I went into the mountains so far, and I must take the python with the camera. Every day, I sat by the ditch, raised the camera, waited, waited, waited, waiting, waiting. The sun was waiting, and when the sky was dark, I returned to the cave. Three days have passed and five days have passed. My patience was worn by time every day, and every day, my waiting started to be weak and shrinking. On the seventh day of about 12 o'clock at noon, I was going to return to the kiln cave, and a while, rising from the bottom of the ditch. The sound is small and large, and the beginning is the creaking sound, like the sound of the wood fracture, and then a rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves, and then the sound of two stones rubbing. Such as the thunderous sound in the distance, dull and rough. The sound gathered to me, penetrated into my eardrum, and penetrated into my skin and blood, and I raised the camera. The wild grass in the camera swinged, bent over and bending the knee; the swinging wild grass flashed away. The python must go forward from the grass. The sounds are getting more and more concentrated, and the clearer, the grass in the bottom of the ditch has all moved. They are like the old man who stands unstable, shaking left and right, and more like a strong wind. My heartbeat is accelerating and blood flow is accelerating. Kung Fu is not attentive, my ++ perseverance will be rewarded. The moment I desire was about to flash in front of me. I raised the camera, stared at the camera with both eyes, the sound of the screen converged, and preparing to take a picture. Suddenly, the sound disappeared, and the grass was as quiet as the water, and Lingxugou seemed to be restored to thousands of years ago.

I returned to the cave extremely frustrated.

The next day, I still did not give up, and I still sat by Lingxugou waiting for the appearance of the python, waiting for a miracle. At that moment yesterday, a Lingxu ditch was still calm as before, and there were no signs of the python. I was preparing to go back. Suddenly, a loud noise, followed by the golden light in front of my eyes, Lingxugou rose a smoke, smoke was like golden, and the smoke was like gold. Qi Qiming, like a thunderbolt flashed, like the clouds covering the sky, the smoke disappeared, the python appeared in front of my eyes -I see it clearly, it is both like a snake, not a snake, but a film and television drama. One dragon -no one has seen this animal, but only appeared in contemporary film and television dramas based on the description of the ancients. This animal is a snake head, antlers, rabbit eyes, and snake body. It jumped up from Lingxu ditch, jumped into the sky, shook his head and his head, opened his teeth and danced, aggressive, swinging his body. I quickly pressed the shutter.

I didn't take the python, but it was more precious than the python that could not be named. A piece of news -deafening news is about to appear on the media inside and outside the province. I was excited and went to the mountain the next day.

I returned to Songling Village.

I saw the thin horse old man who hadn't seen it for ten years. In the past ten years, he lived in the south and lived with his daughter. Coincidentally, he returned to his hometown of Songling Village to avoid summer heat. I told the thin man that I went to Yongshan and took a python in Lingxugou. The thin old man was surprised: Really? I said, really, can you coax you? I turned on the camera and called the thin man watching. What surprised me was that in the camera, there was no animal like flying dragon, python, but a one -centimeter -wide, curved black line. The black line is profound and sharp. I think it's so strange that I ask myself, what's going on? Why is it gone? As soon as the old man looked at me blankly, I said with a smile, what I talked to you ten years ago was my dream, and I dreamed that there was a python in Lingxugou. I haven't seen any python, no one in Yongshan has seen pythons. Ha ha! Slim the old man laughed: Why do you take it seriously? I called: No! Do not! How can this be like this? Is it a dream? Not a dream, not. I burst into tears. I am not blame the old man, I talk to myself.

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