The old man said

Chapter 1 Lies

The old man can't remember his age, and he can't remember his birthday.In the past, there seemed to be someone who specifically memorized this, but on that day, on that day, it would be...

"Oh, remember, there will be an old man in respectful clothes singing to me with a smile. That smile makes my heart tremble."

The old man's eyes are invisible, but his speech is still smart, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised. This is his best smile, sincere and sweet.Wrinkles like dead branches on the face also scattered like flowers.

The old man was still smiling, as if he had returned to the most innocent age, and opened his heart to everyone.

"I don't remember anything, and I can't remember. I always lose everything. There is a nagging old man who always follows me and says, "Say, don't lose yourself too. Who would lose yourself? He bluffed." Me, I'm not afraid at all."

The old man's health was not good, and he suddenly became anxious two years ago, and the root cause of the disease fell. It could be seen that it was almost dusk, but he still spoke vividly, putting his crutches aside from time to time, and gesticulating with both hands.This is an old man sketching and recording his beautiful days, and the afterimage painted in the void is the complete beauty of the old man.

"Actually, I should know that I'm sick. I seem to vaguely understand what kind of disease it is. Hey, don't pity me. I don't think it's okay. People get this step when they get old, but I dare not tell anyone. ... I secretly went to see the doctor. I can’t remember what the doctor said. I should have gone home alone that day, but I ran into that old man at the fork in the road. He insisted on pulling me home, and then , should be home."

The old man said that after he got sick, he always woke up from a dream at night, and then stared at the bed cover in a daze, but there was always a strange old man next to the bed, holding my hand, and his hand was warm.Actually, I'm not afraid at all.

"I'm not afraid at all. I was very courageous when I was young. In fact, I can't remember clearly. Back then, when I climbed over the wall of other people's house, I accidentally fell from the wall. I was a soldier. I fell It didn't hurt at all when I went down, but when I got up together, I realized that there was someone under me, and I didn't feel any pain, so someone was cushioning me."

The old man cracked his lips and smiled again, pressing his right hand lightly on his side. It could be seen that this was a long-standing habit, and he was immersed in his own memories.

The old man still vaguely remembered the things about him when he was young, he could still see a bit of arrogance from the brows, his body was slightly curled, but he was sitting upright, and the buttons on his coat were firmly buttoned.The image of a soldier is deeply engraved in the bones and soul.

"When I was young, I forgot my age, and was pushed to join the army. Hey, how closed the information was at that time, and I was so ignorant about the affairs of the army. I was used to being casual, and I didn't wear the uniform well. Military law and training also relied on my intelligence to fish in troubled waters, and I must have suffered a lot of criticism at that time, and once, I remember standing in the heavy rain for a day, but I did not bow my head to admit my mistake."

As if feeling something strange, the old man slightly raised his hand to touch the button under the collar.

"Life is always impermanent, and I also suffered because I didn't train well. Without any barrier protection, I was dumbfounded the moment I saw Little Japan raising his gun, but the next second it was another A person, a person I may have never noticed, I sniped the little Japanese in panic, dragged him to the camp, he was so tall, but I supported him, what kind of power should that be. "

The old man spoke calmly, the little Japan was probably taken aback by the figure suddenly pounced on him, the bullet aimed at the heart missed, and hit the knee of the man in front of the old man.

"I've never paid attention to him before. In my impression, he is tall but skinny. He is always well-behaved, even timid. Every time I call out other people to sneak out I never called him, and he never reported on us like everyone else, and I probably never paid attention to him before that."

The old man didn't notice that he repeated the last two sentences in succession.

"He was quite resistant, and he dragged his legs to be my observer the next day. I still laughed at him. In fact, we talked a lot that night, and I can't remember it. You know my memory. , I can’t remember clearly, but I just remember saying a word to him: ‘My whole life is yours.’ I guess I’ve never said such a pretentious thing in my life.”

The old man tilted his head slowly, the corners of his eyes were a little red, it was indeed a weather-beaten face, his hands were crossed holding a cane, and his thumbs were gently stroking the back of his hands.

The old man said that he liked to listen to Butterfly Lovers, and always felt like, what did he look like, but the old man didn't go into details, just murmured.

The old man said that he likes to listen to the babbling sound of the erhu, and the sound between the bow and the ruler is perfect. An erhu broke his waist, and someone made an erhu for him.

On the finely carved erhu is engraved shallowly: Chufang.

"You know, I don't have a good memory, but it was after a car accident. I've never been in a hurry with anyone. That time I really ran like crazy. Why did I run?"

……

"I forgot, I just remember that I rushed out, the car at the corner drove out suddenly, luckily the brakes were on time, I fell down and hurt my head, I almost can't remember it, and I can't remember clearly after that .”

"My business, I always feel that there are many more, but I can't remember, I really can't remember."

A long silence followed.This piece of tranquility was left to him whose memory was burning hot.

The old man took out a notebook from his coat pocket, which was divided into two.

The paper was so yellowed that the words could hardly be seen clearly, but it was written stroke by stroke by a human being. It was not a standard orthographic character, and the time could be vaguely seen. Although it was divided into two, the paper was not very wrinkled, and even The corners are straightened.

The old man said that I don’t remember anything, my eyes are blind, and I can’t see anything. This notebook records it in detail and it is a complete story. No matter how good the story is, things are different.

The old man stood up slowly, leaned on the crutches to stabilize his figure, and then walked back in depths and shallows. The leg was pierced by bullets and has been unconscious all year round.

The old man lied.

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It feels very private, I have a new story I want to share with you, sorry for the bad story, respect.