Chapter 507

(a few monthly tickets to refresh your mind. If there is a reward, it will be even more exciting......)

Fang Xie waved to the team to move on. He broke away from the team with his relatives and came towards the dilapidated village. He stopped and told everyone to stop. He walked to the old man alone. Shen qingfan and Zhuo Buyi planned to follow, but Fang Xie shook his head and signaled not to use it.

When he got close, Fang Xie looked carefully at the old man sitting on the well platform fishing. He couldn't see his specific age. There was no white hair and beard, but his beard had fallen to his chest. Looking at his face, he seemed to be in his fifties, but Fang Xie always felt that this man should be very old.

The old man was wearing a coarse cloth long shirt. It was very simple without any accessories. The clothes were also plain color. Although they were very old, they were very clean. He sat there holding the fishing rod with his eyes closed, as if he were asleep. Because the wellhead was not very large, the fishing rod was raised very high. The fishing rod seemed to be embedded in a stone statue and did not move.

Fang Xie looked at the floating willow branches, and his eyes were even more surprised.

Even if the fishing line was hung with bait, the wind would still shake, but the old man not only did not move, but also the light fishing line did not move.

Fang Xie didn't get close to the old man. He sat down on a broken wall about three meters away. He didn't speak, but quietly watched the old man sleep.

After sitting for more than half an hour, the old man slowly opened his eyes and looked at the bottom of the well with a sigh: "it seems that he will get nothing today..."

When he opened his eyes, he seemed to find that Fang Xie was not far away: "eh, it's not that he got nothing. He didn't catch what he wanted to catch, but a young man with a sign."

Fang Xie then got up, walked over and bowed: "I've seen you, elder."

The old man turned and looked at him, "what are you doing?"

Fang Xie replied, "curious"

"Curious about what?"

Fang Xie said, "I'm curious about what you're fishing for, so I don't dare spare you. I just sit and watch."

The old man asked, "if I don't talk to you, you won'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 talk. If you haven't seen what you catch when you have to go..."

"Will you stay and watch?"

The old man interrupted him.

Fang Xie shook his head: "it's just a moment of curiosity. Even if you don't catch anything, the younger generation still has to go. I think there's a beautiful scenery somewhere and will stop wandering, but I won't have the idea of staying here. The camp is less than three miles away. If you can sit here and fish in a dry well, I'll be surprised if I'm not interested."

"How do you know this is a dry well?"

Asked the old man.

Fang Xie smiled and replied: "The soldiers of the camp don't come here to fetch water, but have to transport to a distant place. If the soldiers are not afraid to disturb you, it can only mean that the well is dry. When I entered the camp two days ago, I didn't see you here, and the soldiers didn't come here to fetch water. And you showed up here today, it can't be said that you were fishing for me... Since you dropped the pole and set out the line, I'm sorry I know it may be broken. I also want to come up and have a look. "

"Ha ha"

The old man laughed: "you are confident... You think I'm fishing for you?"

Fang Xie shook his head: "I'm not sure, so come and have a look. If you don't speak when I'm going to leave, it means you're not fishing for me."

"It seems reasonable."

The old man looked at Fang Xie: "I come here every day to fish. You can't see me not because I'm not here, but because you didn't see it. Or you can't see it."

This is nonsense, but Fang Xie seems to feel something deep.

"As for whether I catch you or not, it doesn't matter, because you've come."

When the old man spoke, he still held the fishing rod in his hand, his hand was still as stable as a rock, and the fishing line was still very straight.

"It seems you're not fishing for me. I'm just a passer-by."

Fang Xie shook his head and said, "I'm leaving."

The old man said, "someone told me that you are an alien. Your state of mind is too old. It doesn't seem to be precipitated by years. The wiser a person is, the less he pays attention to his state of mind when he is young. It mostly lies in Lu Feng rather than Zang Feng. When you should show it, you hide it when you should hide it. It's like a demon with good practice."

Fang Xie moved in his heart, then hugged his fist and said, "elder, can you give me some advice?"

The old man was silent for a moment and asked, "do you understand what I just said that you didn't see me these days because you didn't look here?"

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The old man pointed to a stone on the opposite side: "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. Sitting dry every day is also quite boring. After sleeping, I wake up and sleep. It's not easy to meet a thoughtful young man and can't let him go easily."

Fang Xie smiled and sat down on the opposite side: "please teach me."

The old man looked at him and pointed to some broken stones on the ground in front of Fang Xie: "can you do something for me first?"

"What?"

"Those broken stones are too messy. I've endured it for a long time, but I can't move, so I can only look at them. The more I look, the more uncomfortable I feel, so I have to force myself not to look, but the more I don't look, the more blocked I feel. Just put any patterns on those broken stones. Just don't be so messy."

Fang Jiexin said that this is a typical obsessive-compulsive disorder. Why can't the old man move?

Although the old man's request was strange, Fang Xie bent down and picked up the gravel. He was silent for a while, and then put the gravel in a square array on the ground neatly, very regular and careful, square, horizontal and vertical. When he finished, he asked the old man, "how about now?"

The old man was annoyed and said, "why do you have to put it so neatly? I look even worse."

Fang Xie was slightly stunned, then nodded, disturbed the stones and put them up again. This time he put a word. His last name is Fang.

The old man seemed puzzled: "why did you put a word?"

Fang Xie replied, "just now there was a square. The elder said it was too regular. So I put a square word. It looks not so regular, but it's still a square."

The old man couldn't help staring at him: "intentional?"

"Intentional"

Fang Xie nodded.

The old man was silent for a moment and said, "whatever you want, everything is better than chaos. What do you think of this square character?"

Fang Xie looked down and just wanted to shake his head. Suddenly, he found that the small stones that formed the square characters suddenly moved themselves. As if there were life, Fang Xie even imagined that there were facial features on those small stones and giggled at himself. But he knew it was an illusion, but he couldn't move his eyes. Gradually, he saw the stones moving faster and faster, but he still felt the square character.

The scene in front of him was gradually changing, and pictures after pictures were constantly changing in front of him.

On the vast land lies a baby in his infancy, looking at the sky with clear black and white eyes. His eyes were clean and bright, so the fear in his eyes was so clear. In the distance, there seems to be the howling of wild wolves, and it seems to be the sound of killing. He couldn't speak, and he didn't dare to speak. He just clenched his fist and looked at the sky. He didn't even dare to look around.

A thick, wide hand appeared out of thin air, grabbed the baby's swaddling clothes and lifted it up. The baby was carried by him and the man began to walk forward. As he swings his arms back and forth as he walks, the baby swings back and forth. It was like an uncomfortable cradle. The baby fell asleep slowly.

Just then, the picture changed.

A little boy sat on the wall of a dilapidated yard, echoing his legs and looking up at the sky. I don't know what he's thinking. It seems that his clear eyes are full of doubts. Someone shouted at him under the wall. They couldn't see his face clearly or even distinguish between men and women. They stood below with open hands, as if they were afraid of the little boy falling down and falling.

Then the huge palm appeared again, grabbed the little boy's front, picked it up and walked forward. The little boy was obviously less afraid this time. He held the hand tightly and tried to see what the owner of the hand looked like. But he was disappointed. The man was too tall to see clearly with his face behind the clouds.

In the third picture, it seems that a teenage boy is running with his belt. The wind blows past his ear and hurts his eardrum. He seemed to resent being carried away for his life. He struggled from time to time, but he couldn't get rid of it. He looked back again and again to see what was chasing him, and the doubt on his face became more and more serious. Sometimes look at the back, sometimes look at the sky.

In the fourth picture, it seems that many boys are walking on the snow in military clothes, squatting down from time to time looking for something. After a long time, he finally found some traces, and his face suddenly showed a look of joy. He took off his hard bow from behind and carefully aimed at a fat hare hiding behind the withered grass. After the feather arrow was shot out, it flew sideways. The frightened hare fled for his life. The boy stood there staring, and then said to himself, forget it, it's the same fate. The wolf appeared behind him all the time, showing his sharp fangs. The boy turned back and hit the wolf's eye socket with an arrow.

In the fifth picture, a young man riding a war horse walks on the official road, talking and laughing with the people around him from time to time. As they walked, suddenly a huge shadow shrouded them. The boy looked up and a huge city appeared in front of him. The boy was very excited and nervous. Looking at the towering city wall, his eyes had some complex meanings. The boy came out not long after he entered the city. When he came out, he changed into a new royal dress and looked very handsome. When he entered the city, a young eagle flew hard in the sky. When he left the city, the grown Eagle flapped its wings and flew to the top of the cloud.

In the sixth picture, the young man who was already full of vitality galloped on the field with a cavalry. The rabbits in the grass were scared to run one after another, and the birds flew and soon disappeared. He reined in his horse and saw an endless range of mountains. There is a canyon in this mountain. It seems that many people are waving bright red flags, like welcoming him or celebrating something.

In the sixth picture, the endless black armor army moves slowly along the flat official road, and the wind blows the battle flag and makes a sound. There are too many people and horses. The front team has disappeared, and the back team has not come into sight. There is a huge platform on one side of the official road. A general in gold armor stands on the platform and looks at his team. He stepped down from the platform and boarded a huge chariot. His golden armor reflected dazzling brilliance in the sun.

"Ah"

Fang Xie spat a bloody spit from his mouth and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He bit his tongue and struggled out of the illusion that frightened him.

When he opened his eyes, nothing changed around him. The sky is still clear, his guard has been standing in the distance, the fishing old man sat on the well platform with his knees crossed, the fishing rod is still raised very high, and the fishing line is still straight.

"Eh?"

The old man seemed surprised and looked at him like a monster.

"How strange..."

The old man couldn't help sighing: "it's amazing that someone can come out of a floating dream. I haven't seen anyone who can resist this temptation for so many years. Everyone wants to know what the future looks like. The more you want to see it, the deeper you fall. Don't you want to see it? Don't you dare to see it? Can't you see it?"

He asked three questions in a row, but without waiting for a solution, he said to himself, "it's a pity... I didn't see anything."

He looked up at the sky, his eyes full of doubts. Just like the boy in the illusion looked up at the sky, he didn't know what he was doubting, guessing, or expecting.