Chapter 404 Genius, Either Dies Young or Goes Crazy

The story continues in the picture.

Under night, the streets are bustling with lights and feasting.

The car passed by Thirteenth Lang.

He picked up his glasses, held on to the stone pillars on the street, and climbed up with difficulty.

He covered his right waist and walked forward tremblingly, murmuring as if he was trapped in his own world: "It's impossible, there's no way she doesn't know me. Even if she doesn't know me, she should recognize these glasses. She I praised this pair of glasses.”

…

Fang Rong sighed.

After many years, Thirteenth Lang has changed again. For ordinary people, not recognizing it is normal.

But from Thirteenth Lang's point of view, it's very distressing. He remembered it for twenty years.

Now that the glasses are broken, you should be able to walk out, right?

Or should I say, for the rest of my life...

Fang Rong did not dare to think any further and turned to Chen Xiao and asked, "Is this the real experience of Thirteenth Lang?"

Chen Xiao shook his head slightly, "Adapted. The reality is that they were opposed by the woman's father, and the woman was sent to the capital by his father. But the relationship did not end, and the two had a long-distance relationship through letters. Unfortunately, the girl later suffered from severe lung disease. Thirteen Lang dropped out of the University of Hong Kong and decided to continue studying medicine at the Union Medical College Hospital in the capital, but he heard about his girlfriend's death on the way."

Fang Rong felt a sigh of relief in his heart.

Reality is sad too, but it’s better than what’s in the movie, right? At least always in love.

He sighed: "You are very vicious."

Chen Xiao frowned and said: "Isn't this dead? You don't let me kill people every day, isn't this living? What else? Cultivating immortality?"

"..." Fang Rong was speechless for a moment. After thinking for a moment, he sighed, "Can I say that the ending of death would be more friendly to the audience?"

Chen Xiao asked doubtfully: "In the finale of "Sword and Fairy" last night, Zhao Ling'er passed away. Did anyone praise you?"

Fang Rong's face darkened and he looked at the screen, "What's better now is better than what's now."

It is much better for the audience to feel uncomfortable than for the director to feel uncomfortable.

"But he..." Fang Rong opened his mouth but did not continue.

Looking at Thirteenth Lang muttering to himself on the screen, he always felt something was not normal.

He had felt before that Thirteenth Lang was a bit incompatible with this world.

But now, Lily didn't recognize him, which was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, cutting off Thirteenth Lang's connection with the world and allowing him to completely enter his own world.

On the screen, Thirteenth Lang got into the car with his suitcase, but he seemed to be completely isolated from the people around him, muttering in his mouth: "Why? Why didn't you show up so early or so late, but why did you show up when I was the most miserable? Appeared when?"

On the Mercedes-Benz train, Thirteenth Lang jumped from the window and fell to the ground with a bloody head.

When he woke up, he was sent back to his hometown. He suffered a concussion and lost his memory. He also fell into a state that others considered crazy.

As soon as he heard that Yangcheng was liberated, Thirteenth Lang was wielding a shovel at home, "The traitors must be killed, the lackeys must be killed, those who can't write scripts must be killed, and Ren Xihua must be killed too!"

His parents loved him very much, but were worried that he would cause trouble if he stayed in Yangchengkou without any protection, so they found a way to send him to Xiangjiang.

A few more years passed, and the time came to the 1950s.

Thirteenth Lang lived like a crazy beggar in Xiangjiang, talking incoherently and living on the streets.

One day, the apprentice of his old friend Xue Juexian met him on the street and took him home to see Xue Juexian.

Xue Juexian's house is on the second floor.

The crazy Thirteenth Lang was sitting on the sofa. When he heard the gramophone playing the play he had made up in the past, he regained consciousness, as if he was briefly called back to the world.

Xue Juexian sighed and said, "Thirteen, I feel really uncomfortable when I see you like this."

"What you see with your eyes is not necessarily true. You don't have to see too clearly as a human being, just pass it. If you want to see more clearly, just look at the side with lenses, right? If you can't stand it, just look at it It’s painful to see everything so clearly without the glass.”

"I wash often to cleanse my heart! The most important thing in life is to have a clean heart. You go and put a tank of water for me, and I will take a sip of water."

After a brief reunion with his old friend, Thirteenth Lang ran away.

Xue Jue first asked his apprentice to tell other disciples that when he saw Uncle Thirteen in the future, if he had money, he would give him some care and take care of him. He also told the teahouse owner that in the future, when Thirteen went to drink tea, he would charge it to his account.

In the second-to-last row of the Oriental Media screening room, a staff member praised in a low voice: "This friend of his is really affectionate and righteous."

The girl sitting at the end nodded, "As I said before. Xue Jue will sing the song about benevolence and righteousness first, and Thirteenth Lang will write the words about love and righteousness."

The colleague nodded slowly, frowned slightly and asked, "However, I don't understand. What is this piece about? Is it noble character?"

The girl touched her chin, "Crazy is a disease caused by the outside world and cannot bear the state of the world. Thirteenth Lang has a different concept from the world and is not as powerful as the world, so he fell into a state of madness, or he entered it on his own initiative. He He said it himself, he didn't think it was necessary to see it so clearly. After hearing his former kindness and kindness, and briefly returning to the human world, I guess the next thing is to talk about his genius and this world. It’s related.”

"Hey, the concepts are different, and the weak are crazy... It's so heartbreaking."

"I guess, keep reading."

"Um."

…

Later, Thirteenth Lang continued to live on the streets, but he had an extra painting in his hand.

To an outsider, it looks like an ordinary piece of paper, except for the words "Snow Mountain White Phoenix" written in the upper right corner, which is completely white.

Others laughed at him for being stupid.

But there was a little beggar who could see this phoenix.

It's a pity that the little beggar is young and has no experience in the world. He can only see but not understand him. It's just a sense of agreement, rather than a true understanding of the painting.

Even Xue Juexian can't be called a confidant, just a good friend.

Thirteenth Lang still lives alone and crazy in the world.

day to day.

Finally, someone who truly understands him comes to his world.

On this day, Thirteenth Lang was drinking tea at Lianxiang Tea House.

The guests at the next table used provocation and asked the boss to tell Thirteenth Lang that if Thirteenth Lang could complete this piece of music, he would personally come out and toast three glasses of wine, otherwise he would retreat and stay away.

Thirteenth Lang took the notebook disdainfully, "What kind of music is so great? It's an article in front of the Master."

Thirteenth Lang spat, mocked at the screen, picked up the book, and sang the song above, "Meeting is like a dream, so don't leave in a hurry. We will meet again now, so close and separated by thousands of layers."

At this point, he turned around and smiled disdainfully at the boss and waiter, "Children."

He mocked the screen again: "It's just mediocre."

He looked at the notebook and continued singing: "When I see my teacher again, my heart aches in every possible way. It's like a sword half sealed with dust."

At the same time, the man on the other side of the screen sang the words in unison with him.

Thirteenth Lang was slightly startled.

The person opposite continued to sing: "The ambition and talent of the past have all come to an end. There is snow in the river, and the shadows of tears are hazy."

Thirteenth Lang's eyes stared blankly ahead, as if a memory was gradually reviving in his mind.

At the urging of the boss.

He looked down at the notebook and sang slowly: "Let down the Boya Qin."

The other side sang: "You can't control yourself."

Thirteenth Lang breathed heavily, "I'll look for my soulmate again."

The person on the other side continued to sing: "There are few talents in this world."

Thirteenth Lang was stunned and stared ahead.

The boss patted him and said, "Brother Thirteen."

Thirteenth Lang's eyes moved, and he quickly put down his notebook, "Give this table to him, I'm leaving."

As soon as he stood up and took two steps, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie came out from the other side of the screen and took his arm.

"Brother."

This person is none other than Tang Disheng.

In front of the screen, countless people had sour eyes.

In his world, he is the only one left. And at this moment, his brother came back.

That "big brother" directly dealt a heavy blow to countless lonely souls.

on the screen.

Tang Disheng dismissed the others, first opened his heart to him, then scolded him with a straight face, and finally sang the lyrics, "Since you know that I haven't relaxed, I can't control myself after seeing you several times. Don't regret and feel pain anymore. Meeting me again today is a coincidence." "

At the same time, he gave Thirteenth Lang a cup of tea just like he did when he promised to be a gentleman.

Thirteenth Lang smiled happily and his eyes lit up again.

They made an appointment to go to the theater to meet old friends the next day.

The next day, Thirteenth Lang washed himself clean and tidied up. He came to the theater with the "Snow Mountain White Phoenix" in his hand and walked happily towards the intersection.

The person who can understand this painting is waiting for him here.

As soon as I walked to the door, I saw a group of people surrounding the door.

He asked with a smile on his face: "What's the matter?"

"Tang Disheng had a heart attack and fainted."

At the same time, the singing of a Cantonese opera performance rang out in the theater, and Thirteenth Lang was in a trance as if his soul had been knocked out of his body.

The doctor came out of the theater carrying a stretcher.

Thirteenth Lang looked at Tang Disheng lying on the stretcher, "Atang!"

He cried and rushed forward, but was held back by the police.

He cried desperately to the police: "He is my apprentice."

Tang Disheng was lying on the stretcher and glanced at Thirteenth Lang.

The policeman still pulled Thirteenth Lang away, "He is your father, so you have to get out of the way."

Thirteenth Lang saw Tang Disheng being put into the car and struggled towards the door of the ambulance.

What he saw was Tang Disheng who had turned pale.

The voice of the storyteller came from the theater's speakers: "Tang Disheng died of illness on the night of the premiere of his masterpiece. He was only 43 years old. That night, Thirteenth Lang made a scene at the police station and was regarded as a lunatic and sent to a mental hospital. "

"Oh My God……"

In the second-to-last row of the Dongchuan screening room, the girl burst into tears.

Meetings are carefully prepared, partings are always unexpected.

The last straw in the world, the only confidant, is gone.

God, how can Thirteenth survive?

…

No matter how you live, you have to live.

Five years later, Thirteenth Lang was discharged from the mental hospital and came to a temple, where he found a short period of peace.

He worked as a tour guide in a temple, using his proficiency in Mandarin, Cantonese, English, German, and French to bring tourists from all over the world to visit the temple. The temple's sesame oil money became increasingly rich.

However, just as it calmed down, a blind pilgrim came to the temple and said he wanted to perform a ritual.

The young monk in charge was not there, so he helped register.

Thirteenth Lang picked up the brush and said, "To save the souls of the dead, would you be dear to me?"

"It's the master's servant."

He dipped his hand in ink and asked, "What's your name? Where do you live?"

"Just write it like this. Nanhai County, Jiang Taishi Kong Yin Lingyou."

Sad and tense piano music played.

Thirteenth Lang slowly raised his head and looked at the person.