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Chapter 35 Fanaticism
Chapter 35 Fanaticism
Ye Rong was taken aback by the huge bull's eye behind the door, and stepped back a few steps, accidentally tripping over the potholes on the ground.
He staggered unsteadily, and he was about to fall to the ground with his buttocks, but in a panic, he was pulled by his arm and held up.
Ye Rong stood firm and looked back, and the one who helped him was a slender old man with a hunched back.
On his arm was a basket made of thorns, with incense candles and a few steamed buns in it. He stared at Ye Rong with cloudy eyes, and frowned as if he was looking at the disobedient dog at the door.
Ye Rong was embarrassed to say thank you, but the old man ignored him, put down the basket and walked over to tighten the side door, leaving no gaps like a thief.
And when passing by Ye Rong, he spat two dialects in a bad tone. Although Ye Rong didn't understand it, he could guess that it was not a good word.
Fortunately, the tense atmosphere did not last long. When Liu Ping heard the voice coming from the back room, he saw Ye Rong who was standing cramped at the door at a glance.
Liu Ping probed into the room and called the old man "Daddy". Ye Rong followed and looked back, thinking that this was the old man Liu they were talking about every day.
He also guessed that this is Liu Ping's grandfather, but he didn't expect it to be his father.
The old man Liu didn't even care about his own son, and the donkey put away the things in his hands in a fit of rage, and then waved his hands cursingly, telling Liu Ping to take the people away quickly.
Liu Ping pulled Ye Rong out embarrassedly, rubbed the corner of his clothes and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Brother Ye, my father has a big temper and doesn't like strangers, I forgot to tell him that there are guests coming today, he has no ill intentions towards you. "
Ye Rong had a guilty conscience when he peeked at the captured bag, so he was even less worried about it. He said it a few times, and it was okay to thank them for the mangoes they had worked so hard to bring from the city.
Outside the door, Fu Wenyuan was moving the box to the small three-wheeler, but Ye Rong wanted to go over to grab a handle, but was ruthlessly rejected, so he had to chat with Liu Ping on the stone pier beside him.
Ye Rong fiddled with the chess carved on the stone pier and said casually, "What do you often do at home, Pingwa?"
Liu Ping nodded and replied, "Farming, the potatoes and vegetables that were sent to the crew were grown by my own family. There are five or six acres. I just finished harvesting the corn a few days ago."
Ye Rong, who is not diligent in his limbs and grains, sighed with emotion: "You are so young, won't you be too tired to study?"
Liu Ping's slightly childish face seemed to never have any worries, "My father said that when the cows grow up and they can sell for a good price, they will send me to study. The family doesn't have much money, and I only have enough money to go to school alone, so I will let my sister go first. already."
Ye Rong couldn't help but worry about him, but first praised: "Our Pingwa is really a little man!"
After he finished speaking, he thought of the cow lying on the side of his house, and asked doubtfully, "Your cow...how is it locked in the side sleeper, then how do you usually sleep?"
Hearing Ye Rong's question, Liu Ping suddenly lowered his eyes and stared at his toes in embarrassment, before replying after a while: "My father and I are building a floor in the main room, and the cow in the side sleeping area is locked inside for fear of losing it... ...The cow is very valuable, and I dare not throw it away."
Ye Rong winked and stopped talking about his family affairs. He wanted to find something he was interested in. In a few words, he found that he was very interested in the scene they were filming.
When talking about what he saw and heard in the crew, his eyes were full of light that could not be concealed: "I like that story very much, Brother Ye, I heard from the buddies in the field that you wrote this story, and you too incredible!"
Ye Rong was also overjoyed. It is undoubtedly a pleasant thing that his works can be appreciated by others. He couldn't wait to ask: "Do you like this story? Where do you like it?"
Following his words, Liu Ping seemed to recall something, his eyes widened slightly, his voice trembling, and every word seemed to be stained with excitement: "He kills only for a statue, and whoever he wants to die will die. , this is crazy!"
Ye Rong's smile quietly faded, and helplessly poked Liu Ping's forehead with his finger, and said earnestly: "All blind fanaticism will eventually fail, and no one can escape. This is not madness, it is very bad."
Liu Ping raised his head and listened as if he didn't understand.
While the two were talking, the last box of mangoes was also loaded into the car. Fu Wenyuan patted the dust on his body and waved to Ye Rong: "Rong Rong, okay, we can go."
Tongshan Sanatorium, first floor.
"Ten games and four mirrors three times, action!"
The slate came down with a click, and the clear picture in the lens advanced little by little.
In the long and dark corridor, only a few small wall lamps were dimly lit. The walls were covered with abstract and chaotic patterns of various colors. Those oppressive dark tones were reflected by the weak light, like dried blood.
"Squeak—" Han Jing pushed open the door.
The person standing by the window did not turn around when he heard the sound. In the gloomy sky, the lead-grey clouds were glowing with layers of rust-like dark red, and the silver-purple lightning that flashed from time to time reflected the silhouette of that person.
"You're late." The roar of thunder overwhelmed his voice.
Han Jing walked in despairingly, staring at Qin Zhan's back with a dull expression, before he spoke with difficulty, his voice was full of suppressed fear and hatred: "Doctor Qin, I'm about to die, they are going to smash it. My idol."
Qin Zhan turned around when he heard the words, his expression distorted very subtly. God knows how restrained he was to not show an ecstatic expression, he pretended to be surprised: "Oh? Is it? It's really old, I heard that the whole church needs Refurbished."
"You don't understand." It took a long time for Han Jing's eyes to turn around, and the whole figure seemed to have stopped thinking, caught in some kind of hopeless emotion and couldn't pull away, thinking brokenly, "That's my life, all I have. Love is given to him, I have nothing left, I will die..."
Qin Zhan was stunned for a moment, then laughed like a clown wearing a mask, his face froze without a smile, but his words were so stern as if they were breaking bones: "Han Jing, do you know? Understand, it has no heart, it's just a stone, it doesn't cry or laugh at you, it's all just your imagination, it's all fake, your love, your fanaticism, it's worthless, because You're a fucking lunatic!"
Han Jing finally looked up at him, after Qin Zhan hysterically tried to get his attention.
Han Jing's eyes were extremely cold, and his words were also fatal: "Do you think you are not a lunatic, what are you pretending, Qin Zhan, number 032."
Qin Zhan's face was pale for a moment, and he couldn't figure out who was teasing who for such a long time, and all his words were blocked, "You..."
Han Jing didn't answer his words, quiet and dangerous like a natural hunter, curled up in the dark waiting to strangle all those who tried to quench his enthusiasm.
He was silent in the dark and woke up in the dark.
He closed his eyes and whispered something obvious and unavoidable.
"Heavy rain is coming," he said.
[The author has something to say: "Heart Barrier" symbolizes many things, and it is an introduction to the plot]