“The water in the south is sad, the water in the north is sad, thousands of waters are rushing eastwards, and their torrents will never stop.
Life is also a time of sorrow, death is also a time of sorrow. After all the sorrow, life is like a sand gull, wandering and gathering somewhere."
The voice was vague and vague, and Lu Sheng, who was lying on the ground, was finally sure that someone was indeed muttering something nearby. He shook his head and tried to clear his mind.
There was no concept of time at all. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. Lu Sheng didn't even know why he fainted suddenly. He only felt that he had lost consciousness briefly. But now, everything seemed to be back to normal.
Lu Sheng got up and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw an old man not far away, chanting the poem attentively in his mouth. He thought he looked like a fairy, but he was clearly dressed as a fortune teller.
Lu Sheng looked at the cultural exhibition corridor next to him and stood firm in his self-righteousness. He just fainted because of illness. How could such a person exist on this university campus? But compared with other unsolved mysteries, this person
The existence of the old man seemed more reasonable.
Lu Sheng felt that in his perception, everything in this world seemed to be irrational, and at the same time, everything seemed to be reasonable. As he thought about it, he patted the dust off his body with his hands. The old man had already walked in front of him.
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"Life is also a worry, and death is also a worry..." After the old man walked to Lu Sheng's side, he stopped repeating the jingle in his mouth, and turned to him with a smile and asked, "Want to take a test? Young man?"
This kind of behavior of judging the good and bad luck of fate appeared in the hills on the campus of modern colleges and universities. Science and superstition, two poles that are very far apart, met in such an environment. Lu Sheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Lu Sheng looked at the old man who suddenly appeared in front of him and thought to himself, "Times have never left you behind. Your existence is reasonable, so let me see it too."
He looked around, as if looking for something.
Lu Sheng picked up a branch nearby, thought for a while, and wrote his name, "Sheng" on the ground.
However, when writing, he still followed his writing habits. Instead of writing normally, he first wrote a new character and then added the prefix bamboo on it.
The new characters are beautifully written, but because of the ? added at the end, they appear distorted and uncoordinated.
The old man watched Lu Sheng write and said to himself, "Add a bamboo prefix to the new character, Sheng."
"This is my name, please help me test it." This was the first thing Lu Sheng said after waking up. At this time, he was still surprised by the photo of himself he found in the corridor before he fainted.
"Which aspect should we test?"
"Just say whatever you want." Just after Lu Sheng finished speaking, he thought of the photo again, so he changed his mind and said, "Let's test my profession."
The old man looked at the words on the ground, touched his chin with his hand, thought for a while and then said.
"Bamboo, this bamboo is a plant that symbolizes righteousness from beginning to end. It is born with knots, which symbolizes a person's spiritual quality. And it is also bent but not broken, which also represents a kind of perseverance."
"If it's a name, and it's a good name, I guess your work must be upright."
"Police or teacher?" Lu Sheng asked anxiously, invisibly helping the fortune teller narrow down the scope of divination.
"I'm just testing words. Do you still need to ask me what your job is? Haha..." The old man smiled meaningfully and continued,
"Both police officers and teachers are good. They must have strong professional ethics and awe-inspiring righteousness."
After the old man finished speaking, he lowered his head and glanced at the words on the ground. The strokes of the branches on the soil were a little blurry and difficult to distinguish at the moment. The prefix of "fuck" and the prefix of "?" were temporarily indistinguishable.
"No matter which job it is, judging from your special way of writing, luckily it's not "苼" with the prefix "Cao"." The old man pretended to be mysterious and waited for Lu Sheng to continue asking him.
"What if it's the police? What if it's a teacher?"
"Grass is above the living, which means that life is treated like grass. The anger and murderousness are too strong. I'm afraid it's not a name that ordinary people can suppress."
The old man hesitated for a moment and continued,
"It would be better if it were the police. Those who enforce the law protect the living beings like grass and mustard..."
I don't know if the old man has finished what he said. At this moment, Lu Sheng felt very panicked. He hurriedly asked, "What if it's a teacher?"
"Young man, don't be too obsessed with what I say. As for word testing, you may believe it or not. Besides, you are a bamboo sheng, not a grass weed." The old man's smile disappeared at some point, as if he was comforting Lu Sheng, and then
As if to remind him, he finally added, "Zhu Feicao?!"
After saying that, the old man left, while Lu Sheng stood there, thinking about the last words the old man said.
It's true that the mountain is not high. As long as there are many trees, there is always a deep and mysterious feeling on the mountain. When Lu Sheng came back to his senses, the old man had disappeared. Then, even the appearance of the old man disappeared in Lu Sheng's mind.
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If the old man had only said the first half of the sentence, maybe Lu Sheng would have dispelled his doubts and would not continue to care about it, but it was the second half of the sentence, the damn second half.
Lu Sheng stood there blankly, because the most basic common sense was telling him, "But bamboo is also a kind of grass."
At this moment, he was repeating over and over again, "But bamboo is just grass!"
"Bamboo is grass!"
"Bamboo, it's just fucking grass!!"
The sky no longer flickers, the dark clouds have disappeared, and the wind has stopped, but the oppressive haze has not yet dissipated, and the rain has not yet fallen.
"Who am I? If I am a teacher, then who are Meng Kenan and Xiao Wu? If I am a police officer, how can I explain the photos in the corridor?"
The appearance of the old man did not seem to give Lu Sheng a direction in his life, but it seemed to add more trouble to him. But the old man had already said what he should say.
"Could this be a damn lethargic hallucination? If it is a hallucination, which parts are hallucinations and which are real? When did the hallucination start?"
Lu Sheng's face was pale and lifeless. "If the hotel check-in record is really mine, was it really me who killed Bai Longqiang?"
"If I killed him, did I also kill Zhao Shi?"
Lu Sheng no longer dared to speculate any more, but there was a voice in his mind that kept reminding him, "After pursuing it for so long, could the final murderer be me!!"
The police catch the thief, but he is the murderer! This is undoubtedly a huge irony, sad, bizarre and suspenseful.
As if his soul had left his body, Lu Sheng really didn't think about anything anymore and was just wandering aimlessly in the mountains.
The winding paths lead to secluded areas, criss-crossing each other. In the end, Lu Sheng successfully descended the mountain through the twists and turns.