前言
Preface
世界的某个角落，夕阳余晖下，湖面上的波光粼粼。附近有一支乐队，演奏着鬼魅般的声音，加上朦胧神秘又迷彩辉煌的色调，和着轻拂而过的微风，这种温暖而柔弱、低沉又忧郁的气氛，对于一个退隐的灵体受伤者，会容易产生一种不真实的幻觉射影，竟令她想起了耶稣复活的时刻……
At a corner somewhere by the shimmering river under the sunset, with ghost-sounds of an orchestra nearby, a vague air of mystery and camouflage glory enveloped and a gentle breeze blowing, a deep shade of melancholy was made. Warm but frail, and being injured, she sequestered herself in an unreal state of projections and factasies which allowed her a vivid moment of Jesus' resurrection.
这是她喜欢了十几年的一首老歌，曲调中每一个跳跃的音符，柔声轻诉着那段动人心旋的深情，在那不经用的时光中，虽如流水般逝去，但仍蜿蜒流淌在岁月的长河里。尤其在她记忆中，令她最难以忘怀的是，歌中每一处风景全都是他俩曾经一起去度过假的……
This is the song she loves long. All vivid notes of the tune, Speak Softly Love of their deeply moved feelings, while still meandering in years long by time faded away. Especially in her memory, they have ever spent holidays at every spot together in this video, that was something she would never forget...
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“呯！呯！呯！哒！哒哒……” ，马路上一辆小型SUV朝前方一条铁轨飞驰过去，就那几秒功夫，一列电车夹着一阵枪声，从她耳边呼啸而过，终于抢到时间隔开了追捕她的那些家伙……
'Bang! Bang! Bang! Da! DaDa...', a small SUV rushed across a railway and just in a few seconds, the train roaring down with a burst of gunfire in her ears. Finally she managed to get the time off those guys' chase...
看着他们那辆黄色小轿车在铁轨面前一无所措，她长吁一口气，疲惫不堪却倍感轻狂，除了只想感受着车轨的节奏，那一刻她体会到了更为彻底的自由和纯粹的愉悦……
Watching that yellow car make a sudden stop in front of the tracks, she sighed deeply , worn out but released, and she would only feel the rhythm of the train and tracks that could make herself experience more complete freedom and sheer pleasure.
随后她赶紧下车取出车尾箱中各式各样的对付超自然力量的武器，以及一桶油。将整部车狂浇一番后，啪的一声打亮一个火机，往车里一扔，再朝另一街区飞跑过去，在那有一部出租车早已等候多时，正好载上她继续往前逃……
Then she hurried to take out various weapons to fight the supernatural off the trunk, and a barrel of oil as well. After all the oil had been poured thereon, she immediately snapped a lighter and threw it into the car, then rushed at a gallop towards another street where a taxi had been long waiting just to pick her up...
小镇上，也许是逃脱后的一时麻痹，坐在车上的她恍恍惚惚，根本就没有察觉到坐在前面驾驶座司机眼睛发出异样的红色光芒。只知道她确认的那个方向，就在一个灯红酒绿的钢铁森林里……
Across a town, perhaps the temporary negligence after her escape, she seemed to induce a trance-like state while sitting in the car, without realizing the driver's eyes glow an unusual red. The only thing she would like to confirm was that she went in the right direction, where soon she found herself amid a raucous riot of commerce.
尽管一下车后就淋到雨，但她还是一路往前直奔，穿过那一排排略带忧伤颜色的路灯。路灯投射在铺得不平坦的水泥路上折射出不规则的光线，雨水让一切都闪闪发亮。
Though she had hardly got off the taxi when it began to rain, she ran straight through rows of street lamps. With some occasional yellow colors of sorrow, they reflected irregular beams of light on the concrete pavement.
借着这些糟糕的光线，她气喘吁吁地拉开熙攘的人流，昏暗迷茫中一眼认出那个令自己日思夜想的爱人。
In the bad light, panting heavily to barge her way through the hustle and bustle of large crowds, she recognized the man whom she missed so desperately, and of course, at a glance.
而那时的他，正一手拿着一个酒瓶痛饮，另一手夹着一根香烟，吊儿郎当地挤在衣着暴露装扮妖娆的女人堆里，顺应淫乱音乐气氛放纵地磨蹭着乱舞。
And, he, a dissipated idler swigging from a bottle in one hand, a cigarette in the other, was wild dancing by the movements of the disco music among those enchanting women scantily dressed.
她没想那么多，趁那家伙还未反应过来，直接跑上去用力狠狠抱住他，在一阵天昏地暗的吻合旋转间，他左手握摸着她的脖子，享受着那味甜唇蜜舌，整个人都沉醉在这股来势汹汹的爱潮中，忘记了问她是怎么过来的，也忘记了猜她是怎么找到自己的，更忘却了自己现在哪里，还有她当时的处境，他与她之间还有什么没有交代清楚的……
Without a second thought, she ran over and gave him a huge hug before he could react. Enjoying her French kiss and embrace so passionately, he held the back of her neck and was totally absorbed in her impetuous love, forgotten she was still in danger and the present circumstances she faced, also something still need to justify clearly to each other.
待到有些清醒，他惊愕地发现，那双迷离徜恍的眼睛，两行晶莹透亮的泪水顺流而下……于是，一下慌了，低头靠在她耳边，略带挑逗的语气轻呵着问：“老婆，我是不是咬到你啦？还是吃醋了？哈哈……”
By the time he came back a little to his senses, to his dismay, he found tears flowing down from her wandering eyes. However, this only distracted his thoughts and had him tantalized her manually close to her ear, 'Come on, sweetheart, am I annoying you? Or you are just jealous? Ha ha...'
她不语。
She made no answer.
他又问：“别这样，老婆，好了，别这样，乖，听话，啊？”
Again, he coaxed her, 'Well, well, honey, listen, be good, ok? come on...'
还是没有答案。
Still got no answer.
这下他乱了心情，想着算了，带她出去透透风歇会再说。结果，抽身出来就要伸手去拽她离开那儿时，呆住了……
When nothing else to make her calm down, his thought was to take her out right away, only to find...
伸出去的左手停在半空中，掌心向下，满是鲜血，偶有几滴顺着手指尖的方向落到昏黄的地面上，灯光很暗，可他却瞧得清楚，滴下去的方向，已溅成一朵朵大小不一的红色血花。已九分酒醒的他，心里千万个不愿意去想象的事，结果还是发生了——
His left hand, holding there, blood palmed down and dribbled onto the dim floor. Dark as the light, he still could make it clear by the direction of those red splashed pieces. Now that he sobered up, something he would never do willingly in his whole life actually happened:
他慢慢扭过头去看的另一只手里，那把刺心的左轮枪！！！
While he slowly turned to look at the other hand, there was a revolver, with the pain piercing into his heart!
余下的，除了空气中那股浓腥血味，便是站他面前这位可怜人，正对着他，泪眼中还带丝微笑。刚才环扣紧绷他的那双丽手，也不知道什么时候，早已从他的腰间滑溜而下……
For the rest, blood smell in the air, his poor darling wife was standing before him, tears laughing, with her hands already slid down from his waist...
倒塌在地上的那时，她背后还在缓缓地流血，仿若一朵血染的蝴蝶兰，在傲娇地绽放着生命最后一道风景线，与刚从他手上滴落到地上的那几块血渍相映成辉，很美丽，却很刺痛，连同他手里那把枪，刺到他全身上下每一根神经，脑子一片混乱几近空白，想去抱她起来，却丝毫力气也使不上，时间与空间都滞留在那一刻……
Like a bloody phalaenopsis sending its last bloom, she collapsed on the ground in her back slowly bleeding, while formed a counterpoint to the blood dropped from his right hand. All this stabbing pain, along with the gun in his hand, was stimulating every nerve in his body and brain chaos had him hardly gained any efforts to hold her, time and space were stuck...
半晌之后，他嘴里只能勉强颤微微地反复说出几个字：“怎么可能？怎么可能？”
Shortly afterwards, all he could repeat trembly was that, 'How could it be? How could? ... '
二离案发现场不远处，人民桥桥底下。
Nearby, under the People Bridge.
“你是不是疯了？！将大小姐追得那么紧！现在呢？我们回去怎么向老爷交待？”
'Are you nuts or what?! Why you chase her around? See, how shall we tell the Lord?'
车里的人吐出一个烟雾字：“抢！”
One of the men in the car uttered a smoky word, 'Rob!'
“可她已经被……”车上另一人还没插完话……
'But she was...' Another man wanted to interrupt.
“他娘的！你有几个脑袋够赔啊？！怎么那么多废话呢？照做便是！还有，你，去队里调部直升机过来，现在！”
'Fuck you off! How dare you are! Take back your nonsense, do as you're told! And, you, call a helicopter here from the head office, right now!'
…………
“老公，如果有一天，我要离去，知道我最想去的地方是哪里吗？”
'Darling, if I left one day, you know where I would like to be?'
老张在电话那头，凶狠狠地回上一句：“怎么，你想离开我？”
Zhang was a little angry on the line, 'Well, you mean, you want to leave me alone?'
“没有，不是那个意思……”
'Nope, I didn't mean that...'
“那你最想去的地方为什么不带上我？”
'Then why wouldn't you bring me together to your dreaming place?'
她怔了怔，本想告诉他什么原因的，又突然没有了说下去的理由。最终勉强地自己回说了一句：“其实我最想去的是，这个世界的最南端，智利的合恩角。”
In a daze, she would like to tell him the reason, but for that she seemed to be lacking in her position. Finally all the words she could say was, 'I mean I would love to stay at the Cape Horn in Chile for a while, it's on the southernmost of the world...'
不知道是不是在忙，电话那头的他还是没有反应过来，估计也没记住这地方。
Not knowing whether he was busy or not, she guessed he hadn't made a respond and no memory of the place.
她又淡淡的问了句：“你在忙？”
Again, she asked in a light tone, 'Busy?'
“嗯……”
'En...'
“哦，好吧。”
'Well, then...'
随后两人还是吊着电话，彼此都不知道怎么聊下去。
The line was both still hanged on, but each of them lost in mind to continue the conversation.
失望的她，单手折了桌上那盆蝴蝶兰中的一朵，用食指将它弹向空中，等它再次落下时，已是一只飞舞着的蝴蝶，扑哧扑哧的……
In disappointment, she snapped a phalaenopsis from a flowerpot on the table, flicked it into the air, then it became a butterfly, flying to her...
其实他那边早已停下手头中的活，她不知道而已……
She didn't know the truth was that he had already stopped his work and actually was listening to her murmurs.
空气中一片沉寂，最终，他清了清嗓子，语气里换了种少有的温柔，问：“唉……老婆大人，你就说吧，你刚说你想去哪里？”
Felt the awkward silence in the air, he cleared his throat in a rare soft tone, 'Alas... my sweetie, just tell me, where would you like to go?'
老张突然蹦出的这么一句很入她神色的话，让她无奈又好笑，只好敷衍着回道：“我希望带你去看看这个世界最南端最美的风景。”
This enchanting words came out from Zhang seemed unavoidably funny to her, yet she had to make up a poor answer, 'I would like to bring you the most beautiful scenery in this world, it's on the southernmost.'
“好，好，只要你能把你的事业做好，把我从这解脱出来，做个完全的自由人，那你想我带你去哪都行。”
'Ok, ok, as long as you can do your business well and set me free from this, fine, anywhere you take me to, I would be.'
她叹了叹口气，为只为这个家伙可惜，还是没能知道她心里真正的想法。
On a sigh, she regretted that he still couldn't get what she really thought.
的确，有些人的痛苦与伤心，也只适合当事人自己慢慢消遣。有些花的盛开与凋零，也只在于它生命绚烂的时候，就像她刚折断的那朵花……
Anyway, only the right person who could feel that sort of pain and sorrow, this made the same way that blooming and fading of some flowers only occurs in their splendid lifetime, as the one she had just snapped...
时隔一年，他还是坚守在那个岗位上，天天对着所有显示屏和其它播放器，除了听，就是看，再就是回到住处一个人呆着时，一碰到电脑键盘，便反复使劲地在上面敲打着一个字：“K”。
One year later, he was still holding on the post, doing the same work on listening or watching all the screens and other players every day. But for that he stayed alone, whenever found a keyboard,would repeatedly typed the word K.
而她，一个人站在世界最南端的海角上，暮光使她散逸的浅黑色头发变成了黄褐色，更突显出她很瘦弱的脖子和脚踝，也使她那副带着坚定表情的苍白脸色更加苍白，虽少了份往日幼稚可笑的希冀与情怀，却多了份今时成熟的冷漠与淡然。
Meanwhile, standing on the world's southernmost cape alone, when twilight came up to russet her dark hair, highlighted her thin neck and ankle and made her pale face with a determined look paler, she seemed to have less naive hopes and feelings than ever but more matured and indifferent this time.
唯一不变的，她的脑海里经常会很模糊地浮现一个画面，有那么一个时候，曾经在某个学校的一间教室里，站在讲台边上，拿着粉笔，费力地在黑板上写着一个繁体字——“張”。
The only constant thought in her mind was that, she would vaguely picture herself at a platform in a classroom, holding a piece of chalk, writting the word Zhang in Chinese Traditional on a blackboard in difficulty.
然后用手一挥，星星点点的东西便散落在她的眼前，当她摊开手掌想去捧上一些时，再怎么努力也是无法抓住，那一刹那的灰烬……
Then, punctuating the air with her hands, ashes of the moment were scattered in front of her, but she couldn't manage to hold any with her palms...
她那副人类躯壳里，虽还流淌着被枪*前后的血液，但被人为植入另类记忆芯片的大脑以及一颗机器之心后，毕竟归零……
After all nothing was gained when there was an alternative memory chip implanted artificially in her brain and a mechanical heart in her body, no matter what blood was still flowing in her human body...
后语
菩提本无树，
There is no tree called Bodhi,
明镜亦非台。
Der Spiegel is no stage.
本来无一物，
No matter the world,
何处惹尘埃！
Where the dye dust!
河岸的微风吹得人都醉梦过去，而这一刻被唤醒的我，脑海里很唐突地浮现出这首诗，随后也多了个问题：“你们究竟要物伤其类到什么样的地步呢？”
Breeze blowing from the river bank, the above poem emerged abruptly while I was awake, also a question arised, 'To what extents, you really Like feels for like?'
寻思片刻无解，便喝完了几口桌上的冰果汁，等意识清晰了，便对着屏幕，赶在记忆崩解的时刻，企图僭越那些悲伤的轮回，轻轻敲着下面这些字，去重构另一节永恒……
No thought for a moment, after the ice juice on the table had been finished and clear consciousness had been gained, I gently continued my work on the laptop to reconstruct another chapter, hoping to disintegrate my time in the memory and trespass the sadness of reincarnation...
的确，他们一起经历的太多太多，当中有些惊心动魄到让她几乎丧命的画面，也有些感怀凄美到让我饱尝深思的情节，这都足够成为我写几部书的素材。
Precisely, they got through too much all along these years, during which were thrilling close to her death and poignant enough for me to plot a reflection of some writing materials.
如果有解决办法，我想，这也就是一个解决办法。至少有些人报以期待，虽然只是少数的……
So, if there was a solution, this would be the solution. Say the least of it, some expectations were made to them, though in the minority...
然而，这却是我有生以来第一次，向自己所有的网络平台，公开发表《我与我家老张》的故事，希望它能改变他们这一代的极端主义世界。
And, it is the first time I published this story the Old Romance to all my social networks, with the hope of changing the extremism world in their generation.
他曾打赌，无论他俩闹多大的矛盾，她跑不远，更离不开他。我想，是的，的确是这样的……
Once he called a bet, that whenever they had problems, she wouldn't love the idea staying away from him, never ever. Now, I am fully conscious, yes, it was true, he got the right way to say that...
她第一年认识他，不到一周时间，半夜梅林关随他开车出关口，他狂飙超越几辆车后撞上一辆40尺柜集装箱车车轮下，结果出乎意料，全责在于货柜车，他完全没事，而她，虽大难不死，但在医院里她的脖子用固定器架着，一个月动弹不得……
By the first year they had become friends less than a week, while he sent her home out of the Merlin Barrier at a tremendous speed in a midnight, he drove his car into a wheel of a 40 feet ark container truck, and unexpectedly, the full responsibility lied in the truck driver while nothing went wrong with him and an dynamic external fixator was arranged for her neck in the hospital for a whole month...
他属鼠，她属马，他们生肖相冲。
His Chinese Zodiac symbol is the Mouse, she belongs to the Horse, they should go against each other.
于是，从那次事故开始，她的很多朋友从不看好她与他之间的恋情。
As a consequence, many of her friends have showed no faith in their relationship ever since.
但偏偏这么一对完全单身情况下自由恋爱的冤家组合，后又发生好几次生离死别的幻世沧桑，多数情况如前文中提及的那一幕。就那样，一路磕磕碰碰的情感，不为责任，不为世俗，更不为羁绊，只因实实在在的对彼此那种掏心掏肺的疼爱，两人终于坚持了下来，也活活地烙炼成，彼此再生能力细胞中不可缺失的灵与肉，即使他俩大脑里各自的记忆已被人为清洗得一干二净……
This pair of soulmates, though encountered various conflicts and experienced the vicissitudes of life of an unreal world in times, such as mentioned before, however, survived. Their deep emotion for each other, not for responsibility, not to the secular, more not to all fetters, finally fixed and became a spirit and flesh in their regeneration cells, even if their memory was artificially cleared up...
