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Life is like a piano string, Shi Tiesheng.

There is a small temple on Yeyangling, two miles away from Yeyanggao Village, where master and apprentice live. The stone wall has been broken, and several small halls are askew and riddled with holes. Only the middle one can shelter from the wind and rain, probably because there are still gods enshrined in this one. Feng Zun's clay sculpture has already faded all earthly ornaments, restored its original color in loess, and can't recognize whether it is Buddha or Tao. Outside the yard, the roof and walls are covered with wild vines and weeds, full of vitality. The old blind man goes to Ye Yangao to tell stories every day and lives here.

It's very late to leave this book. The old blind man settled his luggage in the lower hall, and the little blind man made a fire and boiled water under the eaves of the side hall. The stove fire built last year can be used with a little trimming. The little blind man blew the fire with his ass, and the straw didn't dry, which made the whole yard cough in circles. The old blind man counted him in the main hall: "I see what you have."

"The firewood is wet."

"I didn't say that. I am talking about your piano. What did you play tonight? "

The little blind man dare not take this conversation. He took a few breaths, knelt by the fire, puffed his cheeks and blew hard. "If you don't want to do this, I will send a message to your father to bring you back as soon as possible. It's no good fighting with cats and dogs all the time. You have to go home and make trouble. "

The little blind man coughed and jumped away from the kitchen fire, and jumped to the other side of the yard in a few steps, sobbing and gasping, still cursing.

"What are you talking about?"

"I scold this fire."

"Did you blow the fire like that?"

"Then how to blow?"

"How to blow? Hum, "the old blind man paused, and then said," Think of the fire in this stove as the face of that tit! "

The little blind man didn't dare to answer again, so he knelt in front of the stove fire and blew it again, thinking, really, I really don't know what Lan Xiuer's face looks like. The squeaky little girl is called Lan Xiuer.

"If that's Steve's face, I think you can blow it without teaching you." The old blind man said.

The little blind man smiled, and the more he laughed, the more he coughed.

"What are you laughing at!"

"Did you blow Nizi's face?"

The old blind man couldn't speak for a moment. The little blind man sat on the ground and laughed. "Damn it." The old blind man scolded 1, smiled, then changed his face and said nothing.

There was a bang in the oven and the fire suddenly burst into flames. The little blind man went to add firewood again, thinking of Lan Xiuer. As soon as the book was scattered, Lan Xiuer squeezed in front of him and whispered, "Hey, what did you promise me last time?" Master is nearby, and he dare not say anything. The crowd gathered around and then pushed Lan Xiuer to his side. "Hey, did you eat boiled eggs for nothing last time?" Lan Xiuer said that her voice was louder than last time. At this time, Master was busy chatting with some old people. He quickly said, "Shh-I remember." Lan Xiuer lowered her voice again: "You promised to listen to the electric box, but you haven't listened yet." "Shh-I remember." Fortunately, it was noisy.

There was no movement in the hall for a long time. After that, the piano rang and the old blind man put on a new string. He should be very happy. On his first night in the Wild Sheep Cave, he broke another string, but his voice was low and chaotic.

The little blind man gradually recognized the wrong sound of the piano and shouted in the yard, "The water is boiling, master."

No one answered. The sound of the piano was tight for a while.

The little blind man brought in a basin of hot water. He put it in front of master and said with a smile, "Do you want to fold another one tonight?"

The old blind man didn't hear, and now his own past is in his heart. The sound of the piano is restless, like the wind and rain in the wilderness every year, like the stream in the valley day and night, like the rushing footsteps, I don't know where to go. The little blind man was a little scared: Master hasn't done this for a long time. In this way, Master will get sick, have a headache, feel sad and ache all over, and can't get up on the kang for several months.

"Master, please wash your feet first."

The piano has been playing.

"Master, you should wash your feet." The little blind man's voice trembled.

The piano has been playing.

"Master!"

The piano came to an abrupt end and the old blind man sighed. The little blind man was relieved. The old blind man washes his feet, and the little blind man sits beside him.

"Go to sleep," said the old blind man. "I'm tired enough today."

"What about you?"

"You sleep first, I have to soak my feet. There are many problems when people are old. " The old blind man deliberately made it easy.

"I'll wait for you to sleep together."

The mountain in the middle of the night is quiet and windy, and the grass on the wall rings. Night owls wail in the distance. I can hear the occasional barking from the wild sheep's pit, which makes the children cry again. The moon rose, and white light entered the temple through the broken window lattice, and saw two blind people and three statues.

"Why wait for me? It's getting late. "

"Don't worry about me, I'm nothing," the old blind man said again.

"Did you hear that, son?"

The little blind man is young after all and has fallen asleep. The old blind man pushed him to lie down, and he mumbled a few words and fell asleep. When the old blind man tucked him in, he realized from his growing muscles that when the child was old enough to think about these things, he had to have a hard time. Alas, no one can replace anyone in this matter.

The old blind man held the piano in his arms again and rubbed the taut strings. I said to myself: another one is broken, another one is broken. Shake the piano groove again, there is a slight friction between the paper and the snakeskin, which is the only thing that can relieve his troubles. A lifelong wish.

The little blind man had a good dream. When I woke up, I was startled. The chicken had already crowed. He skid up to listen, the master slept soundly, and his heart said nothing. He touched the big bag, quietly took out the electric box and crept out of the door.

After walking in the direction of Ye Yan's height for a while, he realized that something was wrong, and the crow of chickens gradually stopped. Ye Yangao still has no sound. He froze for a while, and then the rooster crowed for the first time. A brainwave opened the electric box. The electric box is also very quiet. It's midnight. He heard the box ring in the middle of the night, and there was nothing. This box is still a watch to him. As long as you open it, you will know what time it is and when there are certain programs.

The little blind man returned to the temple, and the old blind man was turning over.

"Why?"

"I went to pee." Said the little blind man.

Master forced him to practice the piano all morning. It was not until after lunch that the little blind man saw the opportunity and slipped out of the temple to go to Yeyangwa. Chickens doze in the shade, pigs talk in their sleep under the wall, the sun is fierce and the village is quiet.

The little blind man stepped on the millstone, grabbed the wall of Lan Xiuer's house and whispered, "Lan Xiuer-Lan Xiuer-"

There was a thunderous snoring in the room.

He hesitated for a moment, then raised his voice slightly: "Lan Xiuer-! Lan Xiuer! "

The dog barked. The snoring in the room stopped, and a muffled voice asked, "Who is it?"

The little blind man dared not answer, so he shrank his head from the wall. There was a whimper in the room, followed by snoring.

He sighed, got off the tray and walked back sullenly. Suddenly, I heard the door creaking behind me, and then a burst of footsteps ran towards him.

"Guess who it is?" Screaming and breathing. The little blind man's eyes are covered with a pair of soft hands. -It's redundant. Lan Xiuer is less than fifteen years old. Seriously, she is still a child.

"Lan Xiuer!"

"Do you have a live box?"

The little blind man lifted his skirt and hung the box around his waist. "Shh-not here, find a place where no one listens."

"What's the matter?"

"Go back and recruit a lot of people."

"What's the matter?"

"So many people listen, it costs electricity."

The two men turned east and west and came to Koizumi's side behind the mountain. The little blind man suddenly remembered something and asked Lan Xiuer, "Have you ever seen a tortuous oil wolf?"

"What?"

"tortuous oil wolf."

"tortuous oil wolf?"

"Do you know?"

"Do you know?"

"Of course. And green benches. Just a chair. " "Nobody knows about chairs."

"What about the tortuous oil wolf?"

Lan Xiuer shook her head and worshipped the little blind man a little. The little blind man opened the electric box seriously, and a cheerful music came from the ravine.

This place is very cool, and no one comes to disturb it.

"This is BBK." The little blind man jumped and hummed. After a while, I changed another tune, called "Thundering in Dry Days", and the little blind man could hum along. Lan Xiuer felt very ashamed.

"This song is also called' Monks miss their wives'."

Lan Xiuer laughed and said, Liar! "

"Do you believe it or not?"

"Don't believe it."

"Believe it or not. There are many strange things in this box. " The little blind man played with the cool spring water and thought for a while. "Do you know what a kiss is?"

"What do you mean?"

It was the blind man's turn to laugh, but he just laughed and didn't answer. Lan Xiuer knew that it must be a bad word, and blushed and stopped asking.

After the music, a lady said, "Now this is a health program."

"What?" Lan Xiuer didn't hear clearly.

"talk about hygiene."

"What is it?"

"Hmm-do you have lice in your hair?"

"Go-don't move!"

The little blind man quickly drew back his hand and explained, "If you want, you just don't pay attention to hygiene."

"I didn't." Lan Xiuer scratched her head and felt a little tingling. "Hey-look at yourself!" Lan Xiuer grabbed the little blind man's head. "Look, I caught some big ones."

At this time, I heard the old blind man shouting halfway up the mountain: "boy, don't come back to me!" It's time to cook and tell a book after dinner! " He stood there listening for a long time.

It's already dark in Yeyangao. Sheep bark, donkeys bark, dogs bark, children bark, and there is smoke everywhere. There is still a ray of setting sun on Yeyangling, and there is no sound in the small temple in that faint light.

The little blind man is licking his ass and burning the fire again. The old blind man sits next to him and washes rice. He can pick up the sand in the rice by hearing.

"Today's firewood is quite dry." Said the little blind man.

"hmm."

"Or risotto?"

"hmm."

The little blind man was full of energy at the moment and wanted to find something to say, but knowing that Master was still angry, he said that he would rather find less scolding. Two people silently doing their own thing, silently cooking together. There is no sunshine on the ridge.

The little blind man filled a bowl of rice and gave it to the master first: "You eat." The voice is timid and very docile.

The old blind man finally spoke: "son, will you listen to me?"

"hmm." The little blind man pulled the rice into his mouth and answered vaguely.

"If you don't want to listen, I won't say anything."

"Who said don't want to listen to? I said' hmm'! "

"I have been there before and always know more than you."

The little blind man stopped to pull the rice.

"I have already experienced it."

"What is it?"

"Talk to me again!" The old blind man threw his chopsticks on the stove.

"LanXiuEr just want to listen to the voice in the electric box. We just listen to the box together. "

"What else?"

"Not anymore."

"no?"

"I also asked her if she had seen a tortuous oil wolf."

"I didn't ask you that."

"Later, later," the little blind man was not so strong, "I don't know how to talk about lice ..."

"What else?"

"No, it's really gone!"

The two men ate silently again. The old blind man took this apprentice for several years and knew that the child would not lie. The most reassuring thing about this child is honesty and kindness.

"Listen to me, it won't hurt you. Stay away from her in the future. All right. You touts told me so early, I don't believe ... "

"touts? Say Lan Xiuer? "

"What LanXiuEr, didn't have her at that time, and then had you ..." The old blind man's gloomy face turned to the twilight sky, and his bone-white eyes kept turning. I didn't know what he wanted to see there. For a long time, the little blind man said, "You can probably break another string tonight." He wanted to cheer up Master.

That night, the master and the apprentice told stories at the banquet. "When it comes to McCullough's death last time, he went to the nether world with three souls and seven spirits. Mr. Listening to the music didn't make any noise, so I said the following words. Luo Cheng was a ghost, and the whirlwind got up. The whirlwind came quickly, not far from Chang 'an ... "The old blind man's piano is also chaotic, and the little blind man's piano is also chaotic. The little blind man recalled the feeling of covering his face with a soft little hand and the taste of his head being moved by Lan Xiuer. Old blind people remember more things. ...

At night, the old blind man tossed and turned and couldn't sleep well. How many past events echoed in his ears, and his heart surged, as if something was going to explode in his body. If it is broken, it will make you sick, he thought. Dizziness, chest tightness and tightness all over. He sat up and muttered, "Don't get sick. If you are sick, you won't be able to play those strings enough this year. " He touched the piano again. If you can tinkle and play crazily for a while, the sadness in your heart may calm down the past in your ear or dissipate. But the little blind man slept soundly.

He had to reconsider the prescription and the strings: there were still a few, only the last few left. At that time, you can take medicine, and then you can see the world-he has climbed countless mountains, walked countless roads, felt countless warm and blazing suns, dreamed countless blue sky, moon and stars ... What else? What else is there? In the dim light, he seems to be looking forward to much more than this. ...

The night wind wandered in the mountains.

The owl is howling again.

But now that he is old, he has no life anyway. What he lost has been lost forever. He seems to have just realized this. All the hard work in the past 70 years, just to see the world for the last time, is it worth it? He asked himself.

The little blind man smiled in his dream and said, "That's a chair, Lan Xiuer ..."

The old blind man sat quietly, with three clay sculptures, and he couldn't tell whether it was Buddha or Tao.

When the cock crowed for the first time, the old blind man decided to take his children out of the wild goose high at dawn. Otherwise the child can't stand it, and he can't stand it himself. Lan Xiuer is not bad, but the old blind man "sees" it clearly than anyone else. The cock crowed twice and the old blind man began to pack.

But in the morning, the little blind man was ill, with a stomachache and a fever. The old blind man had to postpone his trip.

For several days, the old blind man always said in his heart, "Yes, of course." If you don't tell yourself so repeatedly, your strength will almost collapse. "I have to take one last look." "Or what? So dead? " "Besides, there are only a few left." The last three sentences are all reasons. The old blind man calmed down again and went to Yeyangao to tell stories every night.

Blessed is the little blind man. Every night when Master goes down to the mountain, Lan Xiuer jumps into the temple like a cat to listen to the box. Lan Xiuer also brought boiled eggs, on condition that she had to turn the switch of the box herself. "In which direction?" "To the right" and "No twisting." "To the right, idiot, I don't know which side is right?" ? "Click", whatever it is, rings. Whatever it is, both of them like to hear it.

A few days later, the old blind man broke three more strings.

That night, the old blind man sang while playing at the Wild Sheep Cave: "I don't want to play the reincarnation of Luo Cheng, I want to sing Li Shimin, the king of Qin. The king of Qin was in tears. He felt sorry for Ai Qing's loss. It doesn't matter if you are dead, and there is no general to help you up ... "

The small temple in Yang Ye Aoshang is more lively at this time. The volume of the electric box is quite loud, the children are crying, the adults are shouting, the guns are rumbling and the horns are ringing. The moonlight shone into the main hall, the little blind man lay eating eggs, and Lan Xiuer sat beside him. Both of them are very excited, sometimes laughing, sometimes confused and puzzling.

"Where did your master sell this box?"

"A man from outside the mountain."

"Have you ever been outside the mountain?" Lan Xiuer asked.

"No.I go there once in the morning and once in the evening, that is, by train."

"The train?"

"You don't know the train? Idiot. "

"Oh, I see, is it smoking?"

After a while, Lan Xiuer said, "I'm not sure I'll have to go outside the mountain." The tone is a bit awkward.

"Really?" The little blind man sat up. "Then look at what a tortuous oil wolf is."

"Do you think there are electric boxes outside the mountain?"

"Who knows. I said, did you hear me clearly? Qu, Zhe, De, Oil, Wolf, these things are just things outside the mountain. "

"Then I have to ask them for an electric box," Lan Xiuer thought.

"Want one?" The little blind man smiled twice, then held his breath and smiled again: "Why don't you have two? You are really capable. Do you know that this box costs thousands of dollars each? I'm afraid I can't change it if I sell it to you. "

Lan Xiuer was wronged, grabbed the little blind man's ear and twisted it hard, cursing: "You are blind."

Two men scuffled in the hall. Three clay sculptures standing by and watching can't help. Two young developmental bodies collide and entangle, one pushes the other into the body, and then turns it upside down, and the bristle turns into laughter. The box is singing.

After playing for a long time, both of them were too tired to stop, their hearts were pounding, and they lay there panting and said nothing, but neither of them wanted to distance themselves. Lan Xiuer's breath blew on the little blind man's face, and the little blind man felt tempted. Remembering what Master had said when blowing fire that day, he blew on Lan Xiuer's face. Lan Xiuer doesn't hide it.

"Hey," whispered the little blind man, "do you know what a kiss is?"

"What is it?" Lan Xiuer's voice is also small.

The little blind man told Lan Xiuer in her ear. Lan Xiuer doesn't talk. Before the old blind man came back, they tried to kiss, which was really good. ...

It was that night that the old blind bullet broke the last two strings. The two strings broke together. He didn't expect it. He almost ran up Yeyangling and returned to the small temple. The little blind man got a fright. "What's the matter, master?"

The old blind man sat there panting and speechless. The little blind man was a little worried: did he and Lan Xiuer let the master know what they had done?

The old blind man believes that everything is worth it. A lifetime of hard work is worth it. It's worth seeing once. Have a good look.

"Boy, I'll get the medicine tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow."

"Another broken one?"

"Two. Both are broken. "

The old blind man untied two strings, rubbed them in his hand for a while, then tied them to another 998 and tied them into a bundle.

"Go tomorrow?"

"Leave at dawn."

The little blind man felt cold in his heart. The old blind man began to skin the snake from the piano groove.

"But my illness is still not good." The little blind man whispered.

"Oh, I have thought about it. Stay here. I won't be back for ten days. "

The little blind man was overjoyed.

"Can you do it alone?"

"ok!" The little blind man said quickly.

The old blind man has long forgotten Lan Xiuer. "Eat, drink and burn. Well, you should learn to go out and talk back to the book by yourself. Is that okay? "

"ok." The little blind man is a little sympathetic to master.

The snake skin was peeled off, and the old blind man took out a piece of paper folded into a square in the piano groove. He remembered that he was only twenty years old when the medicine entered the piano groove, and he was cold all over.

The little blind man also held the prescription in his hand and touched it for a while, feeling a little solemn.

"Your master has only been wronged all his life."

"How many pieces did he break?"

"He could have played one thousand songs, but he recorded eight hundred. Otherwise, he can break thousands. "

Before dawn, the old blind man continued on his way. He said he would be back in ten days at the most. No one expected that he had been gone for so long.

It was winter when the old blind man returned to Gao Yan. The sky is covered with heavy snow, and the gray sky is connected with white mountains. There is no sound, there is no life everywhere, emptiness and silence. Therefore, the straw hat of the old blind man with black hair is particularly swaying. He limped up Yeyangling, and the grass rustled in the temple yard, and a fox came out and fled in panic.

The villagers told him that the little blind man had been walking for several days.

"I told him to wait for me."

I don't know why he left.

"He didn't say where he was going. Did he leave a message? "

"He told you not to look for him."

"When did you leave?"

People thought for a long time, saying that it was the day when Lan Xiuer got married and went down the mountain. The old blind man knows everything in his heart.

Everyone advised the old blind man to stay. Where can he go in such a world of ice and snow? Why not spend a winter studying in Yeyanggao? The old blind man pointed to his piano, and people saw that the handle was empty and there were no strings. The old blind man was haggard, weak in breathing and hoarse, and completely changed. He said that he must find his apprentice.

If he hadn't been thinking about his apprentice, the old blind man wouldn't have returned to Ye Yangao. He kept the prescription for fifty years, but it turned out to be a blank sheet of paper without words. He doesn't believe it. How many educated and honest people have been invited to help him see it? Everyone says it's really a blank sheet of paper without words. The old blind man sat on the steps in front of the drugstore for a while. He thought it was a while, but in fact it has been several days and nights. His eyes like bones are asking the sky, and his face becomes as pale as bones. Some people think he is crazy, comfort him and persuade him. The old blind man smiled bitterly: What's the point of being crazy at the age of seventy? He just didn't want to move any more, and what attracted him to live, walk and sing suddenly disappeared. Just like a string that can't be stretched, it is difficult to play a good tune. The old blind man's heartstring is broken. To be precise, there is nothing at one end. The rope needs to be tightened at two points. Heartstrings also need two points-one is the pursuit and the other is the purpose-so that you can play the heart music in the middle of this tense process. Now it turns out that the purpose is empty. The old blind man lived in the inn for a long time and felt that everything in his body was going out. He lay on the kang all day, not playing or singing, getting old day by day. Until he spent all his money, until he suddenly remembered his apprentice. He knew that his death was coming, but the children were waiting for him to return.

The vast snow fields and mountains are covered with snow, and a black spot moves between fields. As he approached, the figure of the old blind man bent like a bridge. He went to find his apprentice. He knows the child's mood and situation now.

He wants to cheer up first, but he can't. There is obviously no target ahead.

As he walked, he was nostalgic for the past days. Only then did he know how happy, even anxious, he was when he was walking over mountains and playing the piano! At that time, something pulled the heartstrings tightly, although it was a dummy. The old blind man remembered her master before he died. His master sealed the prescription he didn't use in his piano groove. "Don't die. If you live a few more years, you can open your eyes once." He was a child when he said this. After a long silence, his master finally spoke: "Remember, human life is like these strings. Only by tightening them can you play them well. It is enough to play with them. " ..... yes, that means: the purpose is not. Yes, his whole life has been strained by that imaginary purpose, so he has been angry all his life. The important thing is to get happiness from the stressful process. The old blind man knows how to tell his apprentice. But he thought, can you tell the little blind man everything? The old blind man tried to cheer up again, but he still couldn't get rid of the blank paper without words. ...

In the deep mountains, the old blind man found the little blind man.

The little blind man fell in the snow, motionless, trying to die like that. The old blind man knows that this is by no means a sad failure. The old blind man dragged him into a cave, and he was powerless to resist. The old blind man picked up some firewood and made a fire.

The little blind man began to cry gradually. The old blind man was relieved and let him cry heartily. As long as you can cry, you can still be saved. As long as you can cry, you've cried enough.

The little blind man cried for days and nights, but the old blind man said nothing. The fire and crying alarmed rabbits, pheasants, wild sheep, foxes and eagles. ...

Finally, the little blind man spoke: "Why are we blind!" " "

"Just because we are blind." The old blind man replied.

Finally, the little blind man said, "I want to open my eyes, master, I want to open my eyes!" " Even if it's just a look. "

"Do you really think so?"

"Really want to, really want to-"

The old blind man lit the bonfire louder.

The snow stopped. In the leaden sky, the sun is like a shiny little mirror, and the kite glides smoothly.

"Then play your strings," said the old blind man. "Play as much as you can."

"Master, did you take the medicine?" Little blind people wake up like a dream.

"Remember, it must be really broken."

"Have you seen it? Master, can you see it now? "

The little blind man struggled to get up and reached out to touch Master's eye socket. The old blind man grabbed his hand.

"Remember, have to start one thousand two hundred root.

" 1200?"

"Give me your piano, and I'll seal this prescription in the piano groove for you." Now the old blind man understands what Master said to him ―― your life depends on this string.

Although the purpose is imaginary, it is definitely impossible, otherwise the string will not be played if it is not tightened.

"Why 1200, Master?"

"It's one thousand two hundred. I didn't play enough, I recorded a thousand. " The old blind man thought, no matter how the child plays, he still breaks 1200 yuan. Always pull the strings of joy, don't look at the blank paper without words. ...

This place is remote and desolate, with mountains. A pair of pheasants will fly in the weeds at any time, and a wild fox, fox or other small beasts will jump out. Kites hover in the valley.

Now let's go back to the beginning:

There are two blind people walking in the vast desolate Shan Ye, one old and one young, tandem, two black-haired straw hats ups and downs, rushing endlessly, as if drifting with a restless river. It doesn't matter where you come from, where you go, or who is who. ...

If you are good, give it to me! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !