Chapter 507: Floating dream

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Chapter 507 A Floating Dream
Fang Xie waved his hand to signal the team to move forward. He led his team and left the brigade towards the ruined village. There was a hundred meters of solution left, and everyone stopped to let him walk alone to the old man. Shen Qingfan and Zhuo Buyi planned to follow, but Fang Xie shook his head to signal that it was not necessary.
When walking near, Fang Xie carefully looked at the old man who was sitting and fishing on the well platform. This man could not tell the specific age. The hair and beard were not white, but the beard had already dropped to his chest. Looking at his face seems to be in his fifties or so, Fang Xie always felt that this person should be very old.
The old man was wearing a coarse gown, very simple without any accessories, and the clothes were plain, although old but clean. He sat there holding his fishing rod with his eyes closed, as if asleep. Because the wellhead was not very large, the fishing rod was raised very high, and this fishing rod seemed to be embedded in a stone statue without moving.
Fang Jie glanced at the fluttering willow branches, his eyes were even more surprised.
Even if the fishing line is hung with bait, the wind will still shake when the wind blows, but the old man not only did not move himself, even the fluttering fishing line did not move.
Fang Xie didn't approach the old man. He sat down on a broken wall about three meters away. He didn't talk, just watched the old man quietly.
After sitting for more than half an hour like this, the old man slowly opened his eyes and sighed at the bottom of the well: "It seems that I have found nothing today ..."
When he opened his eyes, he seemed to find that Fang Xie was not far away: "Well, it's not nothing. I didn't catch what I wanted to catch, but he was a signage boy."
Fang Xie got up and walked over to bow and salute: "I've seen seniors."
The old man turned to look at him: "What are you doing?"
Fang Jie answered: "Curious"
"Curious what?"
Fang Xie said: "The younger generation is curious about what the seniors are fishing for, so they dare not spare the seniors and sit down and watch."
The old man asked, "If I don't talk to you, you don't talk to me?"
Fang Xie nodded: "I just want to see what you can catch in the end, so it doesn't matter if you don't speak. If you wait until the younger must leave, you haven't seen what you're fishing ..."
"Will you stay and watch?"
The old man interrupted his questioning.
Fang Xie shook his head: "It's just a moment of curiosity. Even if you don't wait for what you catch, the younger must still leave. I think somewhere beautiful and beautiful will stop and linger, but there will be no staying here and not leaving. Thought. Less than three miles away is a big camp. You can sit here and fish in a dry well. I'm not surprised if I'm not interested. "
"How do you know this is a dry well?"
The old man asked.
Fang Xie smiled and replied, "No one in the big camp came here to fetch water, but to transport it farther away. If the soldiers are not afraid to disturb you, it only means that the well is dry. Two days I did n’t see you here when I entered the camp, and the soldiers did n’t come here to fetch water. The reason why you appeared here today was that you were probably fishing for me ... Now that I ’ve hung the pole and put the line, the juniors will be clear I wanted to come and see if I might get hooked. "
"Haha"
The old man laughed and laughed: "You are confident afterwards ... do you think I am fishing for you?"
Fang Xie shook his head: "I'm not sure, so take a look. If you don't speak before I plan to leave, it means you're not fishing for me."
"It seems to make sense."
The old man glanced at Fang Jie: "I come here to fish every day. You can't see me because I'm not here, but because you haven't seen it. Or you have seen it but can't see it."
This is nonsense, but Fang Jie seems to be feeling something.
"It doesn't matter if I fish you or not, because you are here already."
When the old man was talking, he still held the fishing rod in his hand, his hand was still rocky, and the fishing line was still stretched straight.
"It looks like you're not fishing, I'm just a passenger."
Fang Xie shook his head: "The junior left."
The old man said: "Someone told me that you are a strange person. The state of mind is too old and it does n’t look like years have settled out. The more savvy people are, the younger they are, the less they pay attention to the calmness of the state, it ’s mostly about Lu Feng rather than Tibetan Feng. You young man When it should be exposed, when it should be hidden, it should be like a demon who practices spiritually. "
Fang Xie moved in his heart, then clenched his fists: "Can the seniors give pointers?"
The old man was silent for a while and asked, "But I understand that I said just now that you haven't seen me these days because you didn't mean to look here?"
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The old man pointed to the opposite stone: "Since you are not in a hurry, sit down and talk with me for a while. I have been fishing here for seven days, but I still can't catch anything. I sit still every day, After waking up and waking up, I finally encountered a young man who was a little bit interesting and couldn't let it go easily. "
Fang Xie smiled and sat down opposite: "Please teach me."
The old man glanced at him and pointed to some broken stones on the ground in front of Fangjiejie: ​​"Can you do something for me first?"
"what?"
"The gravel is too messy. I looked at it for a long time, but I could n’t move it, so I just looked at it. The more I saw it, the more uncomfortable I was. I had to force myself not to look at it, but the more I didn't look at it, the more I became blocked . You can put whatever pattern you want on the rubble, just stop messing around. "
Fang Jiexin said that this is the typical obsessive-compulsive disorder. Why can't the old man move?
Although the old man's request was strange, Fang Jie bent down and picked up the rubble. He was silent for a while, and then placed the rubble in a square array on the ground very neatly, carefully, and squarely. , Horizontal and vertical. After finishing the display, he asked the old man, "How is it now?"
The old man was a little annoyed, "Why do you put it so neat again? I look even more uncomfortable."
Fang Xie stumbled slightly, then nodded, shuffled the stones, and put it back again, this time he put a word. His last name, Fang.
The old man seemed puzzled: "Why do you put a word?"
Fang Xie replied: "I just put a Quartet, and the predecessor said it was too regular. So I put a square character, and it looked less regular, but still square.
The old man couldn't help but stare at him: "Intentionally?"
"on purpose"
Fang Jie nodded.
The old man was silent for a while and said, "Just do it, it's better to put anything than to mess around. What do you think of this square character?"
Fang Xie glanced down, just wanted to shake his head, and suddenly found that the small stones that made up the square characters suddenly moved by themselves. As if there was life, Fang Jie even illusioned that there were features on the small stones and smirked at himself. But he knew that this was an illusion, but there was no way to look away. Gradually, he saw the stones moving faster and faster, but it still felt like that square character.
The scene in front of him was gradually changing, and the pictures were constantly changing before him.
Lying on the vast ground was a child still in his bed, staring at the sky with black and white clear eyes. His eyes were clean and bright, so the fear in his eyes was so clear. In the distance there seemed to be howling of the wolf, and it seemed to be the sound of shouting and killing. He couldn't speak or dare to speak, but clenched his fists and looked at the sky, and didn't even dare to look around.
A thick, wide hand emerged out of thin air, holding the baby's puppet to lift it. The baby was carried by him and the man started to move forward. As he swung his arm back and forth as he walked, the baby rocked back and forth. It was like an uncomfortable cradle, and the baby fell asleep slowly.
Just then, the picture changed.
A little boy was sitting on the wall of a run-down yard, swinging his legs back and forth, still looking up at the sky. I didn't know what he was thinking, and it seemed that those clear eyes were full of doubts. Someone shouted at him under the wall, couldn't see his face, or even distinguished between men and women. They stood with their hands open, as if they were afraid the little boy would fall and fall.
Then the huge palm appeared again, clutching the little boy's placket and walking forward. The little boy apparently lost a lot of fear this time, holding on to the hand tightly and trying hard to see what the master of the hand looked like. But he was disappointed. The man was too tall, his face was behind the cloud, and he couldn't see clearly.
In the third picture, it seems that the teenage boy was rushing around with a belt, and the wind stabbed his eardrum through his ear. He seemed to resent being so stunned and escaping his life, struggling from time to time, but he couldn't escape. He turned back again and again to see what was chasing himself, and the doubts on his face grew. Sometimes look at the back, sometimes look at the sky.
In the fourth picture, it seems that many boys are wearing military uniforms walking on the snow, squatting down from time to time to find something. After a long time he finally found some traces, and his face suddenly showed a happy look. He took off the hard bow from behind and carefully aimed at a fat hare hiding behind the withered grass. After the arrow flew out, the flight was very biased, and the frightened hare escaped. The boy stood there staring blankly, and then said to himself, all the same fate. The wild wolf appeared behind him, exposing sharp fangs, and the boy turned back and hit the wolf's eye socket.
In the fifth picture, the young man riding a war horse walks on the official road, joking with people from time to time. They walked and suddenly a huge shadow enveloped them. The boy looked up and saw a huge city in front of him. The teenager was very excited and nervous, and there were some complicated meanings in the eyes of the towering city wall. It didn't take long for the boy to come out again after entering the city. When he came out, he changed into a new tunic and looked handsome. When he entered the city, a young eagle flew in the sky, and when he left the city, the eagle flew up to the top of the cloud.
In the sixth picture, the already energetic teenager took a cavalry to gallop across the field. The hares in the grass were scared to run away. He strangled the war horse and saw an endless range of mountains. There is a gorge in this mountain. Many people in the gorge are waving strong red flags, as if welcoming him and celebrating something.
In the sixth picture, the endless army of black armors slowly moves along the flat official road, and the wind blows the battle flags and hunts. There are too many people, the front team has disappeared, and the back team has not yet entered sight. There is a huge platform on the side of the official road. A general in gold armor stands on the platform and looks at his team with spirit. He stepped down from the platform, boarded a huge chariot, and the golden armor reflected the dazzling brilliance in the sun.
"what"
Fang Xie scooped out a spit from his mouth and raised his hand to wipe the blood off the corner of the mouth.
He bit his tongue ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and struggled from the illusion that scared him.
When he opened his eyes, nothing changed. The sky was still clear. His guard was standing in the distance. The old man who was fishing was sitting cross-legged on the well platform. The fishing rod was still high and the fishing line was still stretched.
"what?"
The old man seemed surprised and looked at him like a monster.
"It's weird ..."
The old man couldn't help but said with emotion: "Someone can come out of the floating dream by themselves. I have never seen anyone who can resist this temptation for so many years. Everyone wants to know what the future looks like. Do n’t you want to see it? Do n’t you dare to see it? Ca n’t you see it?

He asked three questions in a row, but he didn't wait for the solution to answer to himself and said, "It's just a pity ... I didn't see anything."
He looked up at the sky, his eyes full of doubt. It was as if the boy in the unreal world looked up at the sky and touched it, wondering what he was doubting, guessing, or expecting.