C2 (1/2)
” ”Great sir, what is spearmanship?”
” Do you know why he dares to go into the woods alone? The wild beasts of the old mountain forest are all intelligent, if you respect them, they will give you their territory. If you one day break their bottom line, then you won't be able to escape even the corners of the world! ”
” That is their bottom line. If we don't hunt them down, what should we eat and what should we wear? ”
” When it met a wolf that was carrying a baby and used its empty gun to circle around, it would know! ”
” If that's the case, then I'll just take a detour, and not even open fire. It's different, why waste a bullet! ”
” If you directly take a detour, wolves are not easy targets, and will most likely attack you. If you use your empty gun, that means you can tell it that you can jump, but if you don't go and do it, the other party will know! ”
” Look at the sky above the mountain, how many stars are blinking merrily, they say that people are smart, but in fact, they are all smart. Humans, where is the wisdom of the stars, the stars understand that they abide by the rules of the universe, and do not escape their own orbit, and, humans, everything is because of desire, planted retribution! ”
” Great sir, I don't understand! ”
” When you grow up, you'll understand. Remember, when you grow up, no matter what happens, you must not complain about it, because if you look into anything, you will find out that there is no way to find the source of everything. Everything is a cycle.
One year, when he was rushing up the mountain, he had seen with his own eyes a garland of snakes coiled in a crooked tree. The snakes really did lie on the third floor of the tree, making it bend over for many years, but they didn't go. When the old man bravely moved closer, he realized that they were all dead snakes, such as rattan and tree, or could it be that the snakes were actually coiling around a tree? Another time, after a big hailstorm, many of the short logs in the mountain were smashed into disarray, except for a few big bright red mushrooms, which were so bright and terrifying that they looked like a bloody corpse's head emerging from the ground. In the mountain, there was also a wild grape ditch, a few miles of deep ravine, and layers of vines.
To this day, the fullest part of my memory is still the blurred and inscriptions of the story, the monotonous and warm nights, the bonfires in the brightly lit wooden house, the narrow, bright stars glimpsed occasionally through the cracks in the roof, the taste of the roasted hare's legs on the edge of the wasp honey, the smell of the roasted shellfish stewed with sweet potato chips, the smell of the frosty moon in the mountain wind, the smell of the emerald trees, the smell of the wild beasts, the unique smell of the primeval forest!
When the night was even deeper than the deepest old forest, Old Book would lie on the brick bed with me and talk to himself as if he were telling me, ”There's all sorts of evil things in the old forest, savages who drink blood, pythons who can stand up and walk, and blind men who can weave grapes, queens even more beautiful than peacocks, but no matter how scary they look, they are just a small species, a magical and insignificant existence in the boundless universe, a tiny dot in the long river of history!”
”He's starting to talk about things I don't understand!”