2008年4月30日星期三

游侠日记


不知不觉,我跑来恩洛斯大陆上的坎比尔小镇做见习游侠也已经快两年了。整日价坐在草坪上雷打不动数松鼠练眼神,现在结果连松鼠都认识我,实在混得很失败。每天太阳正好的时候,我扛着那柄别说怪物血,鸡血都没饮过的木剑,怀揣着中级铸币学、抽象自然魔法基础和初级预言学,步伐匆匆地在几栋熟悉到已经无视的哥特式建 筑间穿梭。如果我还沾的哪怕一丁点中州大陆的艺术气息的话,我应该站在洛斯(Ross)礼堂前的台阶上面对眼前绿草斜阳,天高云淡的美景,赋诗一首,感怀一番。可惜我现在,套用一位老前辈德康的话来说,已经blasé了。

我还是记得初到这个魔武双修学院时的雄心壮志的。相较主要分布在各大堡垒的庞大的专修训练营,魔武双修学院号称以古老的师徒传承制对见习生们进行通才教育。 据说培养出来的人们都可以左手拿着单手剑,右手连放连珠火球,冲锋陷阵,回到营地了还可以侃侃王朝的铸币情况和新流行的某吟游诗人的歌谣,有时间了还可以 码篇类似中州史上盐铁专营论的文章。而如今征缴魔兽的军团已经制度化专业化了,连小城镇的野兵团都要升级搞标准化。照去年司伊尼玛(cinema)巡回演出团上演的经典剧目三百长枪兵里面的说法,你矛刺得没有力度不行,盾举不到标准的高度也不行。要有人真耍个性,套个皮夹,带个轻飘飘的单手剑上场,会被鄙视成剧目里面那个怪胎。况且如今正值上次萨摩普莱姆(Subprime)骗局曝光的当儿,从皇家骑士团到私立的雇佣兵团欠了贵族们和市民们大笔的债,求温饱都来不及,貌似没啥招新近义勇的劲头。做个游侠的前景不妙啊。

可惜来到了坎比尔自己也就懒得挪窝了。一疏忽间两年的时光也就这样过了,啥也没学到。图书馆里面的古籍一本都没有翻过,镇上唱诗团自己也没有参加过,更不要提弹洛斯礼堂地下室的古钢琴了。记得第一次捧着地精教授给的谱子进去,焚香净手,弹了没到一个小沙漏的时间,就有学院警卫团的骑士擎着重剑的剑柄敲门,一脸狐疑的神色仿佛以为我在弹奏MCMXXIX乐章召唤迪普若申(Depression)大魔王一样。拜托,稍微有点魔法史常识的人都知道,要弹奏好MCMXXIX乐 章这个级别的谱子,需要千架以上的古钢琴近万人十手连弹,蛊惑人心的音符要响彻整个恩洛斯大陆东海岸才行。于是乎,我的音乐前途就这样被洛斯礼堂的守门人 扼杀了。听说留在中州大陆的太学生们现在都琴棋书画齐臻化境了,我还像个农夫插在山下麦田上的稻草人一样,一脑袋稻草。

我常常靠着礼堂门口顶着五个小天使的大理石柱子发呆,细细数数自己学了什么。顺便欣赏路过的女占星术士们。铸币学和经商术我拉拉杂杂学了一些,也不过够骗骗 那些沿着墨苦河掐着汛期倒卖稻谷和玉米的三脚猫商人,离公牛堡垒里一帮带着地精眼镜,操着蒸汽驱动的二十四位计算器,计算三年期牛头怪皮革期货价格的老精 灵学究们还差得老远。有时候我倒好奇这些一辈子可能连牛头怪长什么样子都不知道的老先生们,怎么能把三年后某头倒霉的牛头怪的皮子值多少金币,都算到右手 中指的数位上去。啊,我看到那边走过来一个穿着牛皮短靴的女弓箭手,蹦蹦跳跳地难道在练逃遁术。我一时踌躇是否上去跟人家打个招呼,“啊,公主,您的靴子 多少钱?”恩,这样的开头还是算了吧,迟钝,不知所云,有目的性。。。脸红了,一定是被阳光晒的。。。你看,阳光,温暖得让人眩晕。我也许应该打打瞌睡, 趁大家都跑去上课的功夫。。。对吧。。。呼。。。呼。。。

诺,你看,我就是这样把对颓废生活的自我救赎埋没在一声声呼噜声中的。尚未来到恩洛斯大陆的同仁们,请把我作为你们的反面榜样。而正在努力背诵拉丁语动词变 位,或者写着抽象自然魔法混沌预言学的结题论文,又或者实地考察著名的魔幻吟游诗人博尔赫斯怎么从暴君卡斯特罗的牢笼里变成一只老虎逃走的,朋友们,请你 们饶了我,一个无事可做可怜巴巴的见习游侠吧。我实在是因为待在坎比尔小镇上感到无聊,才决定把周遭看到的这一切记下来,记在从中州带来的蚕茧鉴心卷上。这样至少等到我五月份搭着联盟飞艇回到中州的时候,还可以对我那日行功过格不敢荒废的老父亲交待。

(开篇未完)

游侠小发记于西元二零零八年四月三十日小镇阳光下打盹时

2008年4月16日星期三

The Searchlight


A short story translated and reworked from the last chapter of my biographical novel "Those Days That Will Never Come Back"

At the age of fourteen, I wanted to become a Guhuozai (young gangster). Most adults I met thought I was a good kid, who behaved himself, stayed quiet, sat up straight, answered questions politely, and maintained good grades. I’d gotten used to behaving like this before I met Hao. We had something in common, good grades. What mattered was that he was also a Guhuozai, and he was dating a girl, Danjie. After seeing him yell at upperclassmen and intimidate them, I realized that I could become him. The notion of being a Guhuozai with straight A’s on the transcripts captured me. Just imagine how cool it would be! I could secure my scholarship and spend extra energy on beating people down. By showing that I could succeed at doing things either adults want me to do or forbid me so, I would pose a strong threatening to the school.

A visit to New Century Bridge made me finally decide to join the gang. Stretching across Nandu River and facing the South China Sea, the three-mile-long New Century Bridge was finished in September. One day our family paid a visit there at dusk. We walked up the bridge and looked west to the setting sun, which was touching the far horizon and almost melting with the sea waves. Suddenly, he held my shoulder firmly, pointed at the sun with his index finger and screamed into my ear, “My dear son, sixteen years ago I took the ferry from Haian (the port town across the Qiongzhou channel on mainland) and came here, with only three hundred [China] yuan. Now our whole family is here. Setting up achievements from nothing feels really glorious, my son.” He said, as he patted my shoulder hard, “one day you are going to walk your own way. I’m looking forward to it!” My smile must have appeared weird, for it mixed passion evoked by my dad’s words and the intention to hold this passion. I did not want my dad to know that at the exact point of his encouragement, I decided to walk my own way, leading to the gangster life. Only these things were far from my parent’s expectations and control, and by doing this, I declared independence. That sunset scene marked the start of my Odyssey, as a …Gu-Huo-Zai.

“I’m thinking whether I should ask her out.” Eight months later, standing at the top of the school building, I said to Danjie. Ever since Xiaoyu and I, who I had a crush on since last September started to talk to each other again this spring, my mood has weathered with my our rapport. I had so much of a crush on her that it anchored my obsession right outside her heart. Pushed by the tide, sometimes I got closer to her while sometimes further away. Because the tide was wholly up to her mood, I felt overwhelmingly powerless.

Danjie suggested I tell her; perhaps Xiaoyu liked me too. One percent chance, just one percent, I mumbled to myself. Staring at the playground by the building, I pictured one hundred copies of myself standing there with a disheartened look on the face. The only one with smile out of sincere joy, seemingly hiding behind the others, could be vaguely seen. Would I be him?

I looked up to the blue sky. The moisture and salty wind from the ocean blew into this city, Haikou, which is located where Nandu river joins into the South China Sea. The heat accumulated from a day of sunshine radiated from the ceramic roof and made us sweat. This whole tropical atmosphere enveloped all of us, our past and our present. The path to our future, though left out of this island’s domain, was closely tied up with the floating time river, which I found out pretty stagnant or even not moving at all at the age of fourteen. I knew one day I would not care about Xiaoyu any more; I would not be bothered by this stupid question of whether to ask out. However the days of feeling attached to her seemed perpetual. I looked like the Catcher in the Rye, I was locking my sight Beyond the Horizon and I could never speculate the right time when the next train was coming (Note 1). Reality tackled me at this very spot, and I couldn’t move.

My journal had been growing for a while, since I joined the “gangster-like” group with two friends, Hao and Hai. Young kids dressed lousy and loudly roaming around campus had always been the prevailing scene here. They, or we, pretended to be cynical and rebellious, and tended to conquer everything stopping us with fierce fists. However, what parts of life duped us, bullied us or ditched us remained vague. Back then we did not fight for an answer; we swayed from it because we wouldn’t be able to figure the answer out. We just wanted to do something, something strong, something straight, something clean like the white paper towel I used to wipe out my blood from the nose. We talked about maturity and judged each other’s behaviors and manners by the standards given by Hong Kong movies such as Dangerous Youngman. Godfather was not suitable for us, since none of us smoked cigars; none of us had even seen a cigar. All what we have done at the second year of middle school, the bare-hand duel, the group fights, the bully deeds upon kids on lower grades for some money, has been far out of the range of my judgment now. I fail to judge these things; there is no need for judgment or condemnation; these things need to be displayed, and they will be self-justified by the innocence of adolescence.

Yet I did not write about these things in my journal. Instead, most of it was about Xiaoyu. She was so mysterious to me, and she had bewitched me, in a way that I couldn’t explain. This frustrated me. Indeed, it was so frustrating that one day when I walked in the hallway with my friend, Lei, I suddenly stopped and asked him, “How about me breaking this glass window?” He replied, “Are you in…insane?” No sooner than he finished the sentence, I swung my arm and hit the window with my right fist. “Kah!” The glass plane curved in slightly at the point where I hit and began to crack down.

The sharp edge of broken pieces of glass cut the knuckles of my index finger and my middle finger. I could even see white sinew through the cuts. I wrapped it up with all bandages I could find in the dorm that night. In the following days I had difficulties holding pens. Every time I washed my hand, the water would cling to the cuts and caused a slim itchy pain every young boy might experience when thinking of the girl.

My cut started to scab. Two weeks later I ripped off the last scab when I was at the cinema watching Bourne’s Supremacy with Danjie and her boyfriend, Hao. I was a third wheel, awkward yet happy. It was a great thing to know a couple who were both good friends of you. You could be an observer and appreciate the romance from a proper distance, and determined to protect it.

Later on we had baked corns and Lanzhou noodles for dinner. Then we walked on Old Street. Hao mentioned Hai, saying that he lived nearby. I recalled Hai, who was amazing at fighting but horrible at studying.

The gentle breeze at the dusk felt sort of chilling. Our three shadows were twisted and elongated by the setting sunshine. There were a lot of bad kids like us who dragged our slippers on purpose, wandering on the street. They ruled this old street; this old street owned them. This was their world, their only world.

Suddenly, a sharp and cold fear captured me. My courage leaked out quickly and my joys shrinked like a leaking balloon. I wanted to go to New Century bridge, or the entrance of high way leading to the southwest part of this island, or wherever one could get a grand view of the horizons. I did not want these old buildings of French colonial style on Old Street jammed in my sight and my mind. I wanted to run away, far away.

The shuttle to my high school stopped by me. I said goodbye to Hao and Danjie and then took the bus to the high school. I knew Xiaoyu stayed on campus during weekends, and that she knew I liked her. By telling her, I was intending to give up. She picked up the phone and that sentence just jumped out of my mouth. She was silent for a while and then said sorry to me, which I definitely understood. We then chatted for a long time, ranging from study to music, to American movies and Korean series. In a soft voice she described the plot of Endless Love to me while I was lying on the bed listening to her carefully. It might be because I finally released from the pressure of trying to impress her that the whole talk went on fairly smoothly. The fan was making quiet noise, and the moonlight shone through the window on the ground of the empty dorm.

The call was eventually cut off because there was no money left on my phone card. I put back the phone and laid back, thinking. That was the first time in the whole eighth grade my thought penetrated through the unsettled eight months and discovered how much I had been changed over this time period. I was no longer the dumb rookie; I had stepped into the stagnant life leading to adulthood. My life was no longer a cartoon slideshow; it was something I actually fought through and experienced, and I clearly felt the pain and sadness as much as the joy, with myself identifying them as pain and sadness, rather than some vague things I could only sense sometimes from my parent’s faces. The opponent’s angry look during fights, Xiaoy’s elegant smile, Danjie’s teasing laughters, Hao’s up-lifting eyebrow when he was shouting, the sound echoing on the hallway made by Hai’s slippers… all these fragments of memory flew through my mind like preying bats in the dark cave. They slowly gathered under my body and lifted me up. A soft feeling of weightlessness reached out from inside of my body. I loosened the reins of my consciousness and let it meander on Ziege heath (note 2).

The next morning I went back home, which was settled on a small island by the downtown area of Haikou. Mom cooked rice with and sausage and meatballs soup. Thanks to mom, the home was kept cozy. Everything in my room stayed the same. This shut the turbulence outside. On Sunday night we watched a movie called Infernal Affairs, which was remade as an American movie, The Departed two years later. The next morning I hugged my parents and left for school.

On that Tuesday night, I had a big fight with my classmate for a ridiculous reason, which I could not recall now. My chair was thrown back and forth four times, and others who sit around me burst into screams. I then ran up to him, tackled him and brought him on the ground.

On Wednesday, the school counselor told me that I was in trouble. The judicial board would put me on probation. Up until now, I still hated the feeling of passing this kind of message to my parents. My dad was shocked for a while, and then he raised the voice to scold me. As an author at his early years in northern China then as a senior business manager here, he was skillful at merging touching metaphors and words with sound argument; his anger did not hamper but catalyzed his eloquence which always convinced me to feel deeply ashamed for what I did.

I was on the balcony of the dorm, with my arm holding the cell phone and resting my elbow on the edge. I froze there through his whole talk. He said, “I came to this province in 1988 when Hainan province set up. Mom and you came three years later… When I was young, I wanted to leave our hometown. That is the reason why I chose to become a writer. I love being new to a place, settling down and building up my own achievement from nothing. This requires great capability, desire and discipline. We are still strangers to this island, just like Jews around the world. We have to bound together as a family and be really careful, humble and aware. That will protect us… Listen, we are still a family with no root here. You are the eldest son of the family, who should take the responsibility of the family. In future you will travel around the world and even bring our family to the next level. This is your mission. With this as your cornerstone, you can see your world differently. Your dream should never rest on this island. You have a great future embedded with great freedom waiting in front of you. Do not think of this mission as a chain; it is a key that will bring you to the new world. You want a change in your life? Here it comes!”

The anxiousness one will feel at the turning of his life hit me. I saw the beam from the searchlight on the top of New Century Bridge penetrate the misty sky of Haikou like folding up the night curtain. I could see some parts of the dark night were illuminated by the searchlight, but more important, the searchlight based on this island could not reach far enough to fully dispose the scene at the horizon. To find out what beyond the distant mountains and sea, I had to walk toward it and first step out of the muddy present. Einstein’s metaphor of riding the light came into my mind. As the eldest son among this generation of Zhao family instead of a simple and naive Guhuozai, I imagined myself riding on the searchlight heading for my future, my family’s future.

Annotation
Note 1: Young people in England play a game to kill time. One waits on the platform and speculates exactly when next train arrives. This game exemplifies the tedious feelings and playful attitude one may perceive on his life at his youthhood.

Note 2: Ziege heath is a term I invented for I love its pronunciation-“Qige-yuan (Heath)” in Chinese. That is a special term only for me and I use it to describe an open plain where the ultimate freedom exists. To some extent, wonderland might be a synonymous word here.

2008年4月8日星期二

执刀见佛——观《投名状》


缘起

年初在纽约待了五六天。似乎是为了平衡之前几个月的平静,所想到和感觉到的,都瞬间纠结在一起撩拨心弦。整夜整夜的难以入睡,胸腔里心脏的搏动似乎在把我执放在火上锻打。一晚醒着直到凌晨六点,走到几步之隔的时代广场上。发觉这里的灯火霓虹就从来没有熄灭过。这个城市,大象希形,一个人的不眠根本是无足轻重。

然而自己想着要把这些情绪记录下来,更动了心思要胜过《交姘》。可惜心里如此一动念,便落了下乘,别无他法。直到昨晚看完了《投名状》,又和一个朋友聊天,才觉得自己想说的,如果往本源上去寻,便是“说法者无法可说”的状态,自己便是这一辈子的凡夫,如此缘木求鱼,必然是失落。同时也明白那些听得懂的人们,我不说也是懂的。

如此一来,这篇文章在写之前,已经明了既无写的价值,也无写的意义。本想搁笔,但又本能的不舍,转念一想,这世间我们无论做与不做,都是百年后尽归尘土的买卖。就暂且把自己的文字缚在烈马之后,由她被拖着。奔跑下是怎样的痕迹,便是怎样的痕迹,哪一刻被拖死了,便死了。

最后一个不情之请,读之前请先去看过了《投名状》。

姜午阳,一个孩子的投名状

三兄弟里面,姜午阳是提出投名状的人,也是唯一相信投名状的人。剧中,姜午阳的旁白告诉过观众,庞青云从来就没有相信过“死生相托,福祸相依”。而赵二虎所牵挂的,则不只是兄弟三人的命。赤地千里,他上山当匪,就是要找粮食,保住跟他从村子出来的每个人;魁字营抢粮,他当头挨了两鞭子,却忍而不发,图的就是保住村子的太平;苏州城屠降卒,他和庞青云反目,除了不负捻军头目的以死相托,也有对杀俘的不忍。唯有姜午阳,真真切切抱着“兄弟的命才是命。”的信条,活得像个孩子。

像个孩子,却不是说他不会杀人。相反,孩子的杀戮却更酣畅淋漓。午阳,这名字让我想起秦舞阳,“年十三,杀人,人不敢忤视”。如此视人命如草芥,却仍然不经世事。武将的兵器常常暗示他们的性格。庞青云一柄朴刀,使得如中平枪般四平八稳,乃大将之才;赵二虎一把斩马刀,冲锋陷阵锐不可当,系一员猛将;姜午阳一对解腕尖刀,便是敌阵中杀进杀出数个来回,也只是大哥二哥麾下的尖兵,不能独当一面。

从孩子的角度去看午阳,才看得清他的行事逻辑。一出场,见到庞青云脚上的官靴抽刀便抢;数合中,被庞青云反制于地,也不恼火,嚷嚷着要带庞见大哥;劫粮后,庞把官靴送给了他,他欣喜地换上,旁边的人喊着,“二哥要做将军了。相较二虎看到庞的杀伐果断时的担忧,这样的孩童心性,注定了他永远是三弟。所谓,长兄如父,对他而言,二虎抑或青云,便都是父亲般的存在。舒城一战,他带着两百盾牌兵冒死冲在前面,就是为了不负长兄的嘱托;战阵中,他割下敌首,登高大呼,眼睛却望着大哥二哥的方向。漆黑纯真的瞳仁里没有丝毫邀功封赏的意思,似乎只是期待得到父亲的赞扬。

仗打了五年,孩子也会慢慢长大。苏州围城正成死局,庞青云带着姜午阳四处奔波借粮借炮。庞青云在姜公府外下跪,大喊着,“我的兵只能战死,不能饿死!我求你啦!”,午阳在旁一阵手足无措,连忙也跪下。求姜公无果,庞青云放下和魁字营的深仇,给午阳搁下一句,“想不懂你就留下!”快马去求何魁,午阳跟了上去。这一趟回来,姜午阳更明白了大哥。

苏州守军不战而降。庞青云要杀俘,节省粮食人手,奔袭南京;赵二虎受太平军头目的以死相托,要守信放掉俘虏。这兄弟反目,在姜午阳看来,却是两个父亲之间的争吵。这一次,姜午阳选择了站在大哥的一方,挡在二虎面前,带着勇气对自己精神上的另一个父亲说, “二哥,大哥是对的。”

姜午阳本想以这样对一个父亲的背叛,便能换回这个家的完整。这就是为什么苏州哗变,二虎要带兵回乡,午阳劝二虎的时候说,“你一走,我们这个家,就全完了。”这个“家”字,搁在苏州城外尸横遍野的战场上,搁在瓮城中被剿杀的四千降卒面前,显得突兀。换称“这帮兄弟”也好,“这营兵”也罢,都更符合常理。然而这便是午阳心中所想:有大哥二哥的所在,即便是修罗场,忘生崖,也是他们的家。

可惜这投名状上垒起的家,终究是塌了半边,再不能称为家了。二虎破南京后私发军饷,时天降大雨,二虎凝视着庭院中愤怒而无奈的庞青云,口中一声一声“还不快谢谢庞大人?!”,层层剐去两个人间本就不稳固的兄弟情谊。庞青云面上肌肉抽动,说他那一刻动了杀机,我信。再过不久,姜午阳愕然发觉二嫂私会大哥,而大哥想了片刻,将窗户缓缓合上。他长久以来对大哥和兄弟情的信任,坍塌了。

至此,兄弟成仇的结局便如上了弦的箭,对着午阳的心口直追过去,直等到他的解腕尖刀戮二嫂,弑庞青云,了断自己的那一刻。从五年前兄弟初见,到四月初八大吉日一场火并,这中间发生的一切,在庞青云眼里,是无尾戏,在赵二虎眼里,是草莽事,在朝廷三公眼里,是珍珑局,在二嫂莲生眼里,是两相宜,在姜午阳眼里,却是真真切切的三结义,兄弟情! 那句“刺庞者,姜午阳是也!”是这个孩子对成人世界最后无力而决绝的呼喊。他选择相信,大哥死在他为二哥复仇的刀下;用死,他选择了一个人留在投名状的世界里。

赵二虎,毕竟一条汉子

用中国传统的草根阶层的道德标准来看,赵二虎是条响当当的汉子。战场上杀伐,他有胆识有身手。对兄弟,他讲义气;对敌手,他重然诺;对俘虏,他有仁心;对妻子,他爱得真切;未见庞青云,他便是绿林响马,大碗喝酒,大块吃肉,就如舒城血战中嘶声喊出来的那样,“杀~~~~~!”出一条血路。周遭有肝胆相照的兄弟,有痴痴等着他的女子,有唯他马首示瞻的袍泽,这般快意恩仇,已经无所谓死生。

二虎的世界本如此自洽,乱世中一条当匪的命。他的可悲,便在于遇到了庞青云。庞青云教他“打蛇打七寸,擒贼先擒王”;庞教他,投军保村子太平,“三年打完仗回家享福”;庞教他,“军队里面只有一个头”;庞教他,“匪气不除,什么也做不成”。庞能教他许多,而庞不能教他的,更多。这些二虎学不会的东西,注定了把庞鹿山立成他人生路上万丈绝仞,二虎只能仰望,而永远不能拾级而上。

也许世间男子事业上最大的悲哀,便是知道,任自己竭尽全力,穷其一生,也仍有人站在自己前方,无论如何也追赶不上。况且这人就是自己义结金兰,军中同寝同食的大哥。整日价扎在眼里,便是庞青云不说但也不遮掩的“心中大事!”赵二虎就如林中称王的老虎,被庞青云诱出林子,却是步步踏错。兄弟间第一场争执,是整肃奸淫民女的两个弟兄。庞青云要杀,二虎要放,陈公派来辅佐兼监视的陆大山一抽腰刀,二虎一声怒吼, “我的兵用的着你来杀!”吼得威风凛凛,却全错了。二虎的意思,这不是他的兵,而是他的匪。但山字营要活下去,只能有满营官兵,不能有一个山匪;山字营,便不能姓赵,亦不能姓庞。

苏州围城九个月,仗打到“攻守都得死”的地步,二虎入城行刺苏州城守,却没料到城守以自己的性命,换四千太平军回家务农的承诺。这般以死相托,让二虎心里觉得守着了大义,做了回英雄。却不料入城后,大哥翻脸就要杀俘,做那“无信的畜牲,连累自己成了那个背信弃义的小人。他的愤怒,虽不明言,更多的是对失信无义的不满。正在气头上的他,也不多想,大哥的话归根结底都是对的。当年一同做匪的石锦标,在城中第一个把剑架在他脖子上,不顾丝毫乡里的情谊;四千空手的太平军,高呼时声震云霄,阵容齐整,手中的馒头都可以丢到城墙上庞青云的面前。若是当真放了,山字营移师南京,这苏州空城片刻便要转手,五千人的清军指不定就是首尾受敌的下场。这第二步,他又错了。

隔日二虎心灰意冷,要带兵返乡。他生性粗豪,不知道这一走,便如大哥所说,“可是兵变啊!这山字营的弟兄,就要自相残杀。”最终,自庞青云以降,全营的人都给他跪下了。二虎说,“你对了,我跪还你;你错了,我杀了你。”二虎抬出这样的对错是非,也料不到庞青云早已无意言明二虎的对错,也不介意二虎的冒犯。二虎那林子中的对错,放到庞青云的世界里,毫无任何意义。倘若当时依了二虎的话放了俘虏,大军掩杀过来的时候,就算是二虎一条好汉给他跪下磕头,就算是二虎给他拼了条好汉的命,那又如何,那又如何?!

赵二虎该死的因,此刻便已种下。等到了南京城破,庞青云信守承诺秋毫不犯,把魁字营拦在城外,保住一城百万百姓的安全,二虎还是不肯罢休。私发军饷那场争执,“庞大人”声声入耳,二虎虎视眈眈,好似占了公义的高处,对庞青云步步鞭挞。那场戏看得人心寒。二虎人莽撞而无机心,然而莽汉所犯的错,也丝毫不因此无害。这大捷后的骄矜,若是打上“拥兵自重”的幌子,稍不留神就能把兄弟三人逼上绝地。这样的兄弟不如不要。庞青云拂袖便走,一张阴沉的脸上带着抹不去的失望。

单是看故事情节,人们都知道是庞青云通奸弟妹,谋杀二弟,背信弃义,但看进去了,才疑惑,不知道这故事,到底是谁害了谁,谁负了谁?

若说二虎负了庞青云,也是太过。二虎还是顾着大哥的。通观全片,二虎表现最自在的几个瞬间,都是庞身负险境需要救援的时候。从舒城被围,到南京宴上何魁的笼络,甚至是最后黄昏出城奔赴江浦镇救大哥,赵二虎身上时隐时现的豪杰气概,都显露无遗。这便是男人间嫉妒之心最高的体现。二虎心里也知道,自己是永远比不上大哥的。那当大哥有难相求的时候,便应殒身相救。一次次试图向庞青云伸出的援手,也是二虎对自己内心摆脱不了的自卑感的救赎。如此看来,他是不幸的,也是幸运的。为了大哥被击杀于江浦镇,至死仍然保持着对大哥和妻子的信任,这是次好的结局。

二虎最好的结局,便是在苏州城中死了。那样,山字营哀兵浴血拿下苏州,庞青云照顾孤寡娶了弟妹过门,姜午阳心中,有个老成持重的大哥,有个虽死犹荣的二哥,这精神上的家,还是完整。如此一来,赵二虎,在他人眼里,便如二嫂所转述的,是条汉子。也不过是条汉子。

二嫂,梦醒左公柳前,犹忆扬州瘦马
           
记得看《投名状》之前,读过影评。有人建议二嫂莲生应该由范冰冰来演。看完电影后无奈苦笑。要是眼眸妖娆的范冰冰来演二嫂,莲生就是个彻头彻尾的放荡妇人,这一切,也就真的退化成了坊间媚俗的《金瓶梅》。

只有徐静蕾,能演的出那种洞察世情的绝顶聪明,腹有诗书的气质和接受现实的麻木。莲生的洞察力,是一等一的。一开场,她在村口破庙救了庞青云。庞捧着碗粥嚎啕大哭,哭他那一千六百名垫背的弟兄,哭魁字营临阵退避陷他于绝地,哭他自己,直哭得涕泪交流,泣不成声。莲生把他搂进怀里抚慰,看她的脸上,也出现了不忍的神色,原是明白庞的心痛的。女人归根结底总是脆弱的动物,见着男人的眼泪会本能的心软。这一刻对庞的安慰爱抚,母性多过情欲。

再过了半晌,两个人和衣躺在不同的床上。庞青云开口问道,“你是扬州人吧?”莲生突然就高兴起来,想这汉子行伍出身,原来不是又一个赵二虎。待到聊到扬州瘦马,庞青云那句,“他不知道你已经变了,还以为救了你。”莲生终于认识到,这人原来是心细如发,和自己一样洞察世情的。这之后,才有莲生起身卧到青云身旁,把脸庞就到他胸膛上去。世人会说,两人的奸情从此开始。我却想说清楚,庞在进南京前,在莲生的事情上,都没有负过赵二虎。莲生是从家里跑出来的,与庞青云初见时庞根本不知道之后结义之事。莫提坐怀不乱的腐儒言语,单是乱世中两个灵魂未料到的偶遇,这样的庆幸,便值得他们抵死缠绵。

莲生也决不是水性杨花的女子。若只是找个胸膛依靠,她就回头去找二虎好了,世间男子,及得上赵二虎的也不多。可悲的是,她做为赵二虎的妻子,又遇到了二虎的大哥,庞青云。全村一百单八人启程投军的时候,莲生裹着围巾,蹲在高处平视着庞青云。这个人,夺走了她的情,还要带走她的男人,去做九死一生的勾当。这也许就是枭雄作风,已经抢走了灵魂,又有什么不能剥夺。

待到舒城打出了名堂,山字营回村整编,大哥在村外住,不进来了。莲生奔到村外的破庙,两人初见的地方。她知道自己一辈子唯一爱的男人就在里面,庞青云也知道世间唯一怜惜自己的女子就在外面。两人隔着一道破门板,却似隔了相思河,任谁,也走不到对岸去。如此相对漠然片刻,二嫂回去了。世说新语上面说,王子猷雪夜访友人戴安道,到了门前却又返了回来,说乘兴而行,兴尽而返。二嫂夜奔这一情事,说来也是同一个结果,二嫂回村时的心情,却是怆然而莫与人言。

接下来就是围城苏州那场转折。那一夜,二虎进城刺城守,多半是失手死了;山字营得了枪炮,准备次日大举攻城。二嫂的出现,让庞青云心惊。自舒城始重新带兵打仗,拿兄弟属下的命去赌,活活杀了三年,不近女色(这一点是我的揣测,我相信是正确的。),怎么说心也疲了。上至姜公何魁,下至普通兵卒,在谁面前,庞青云都不能脆弱不能疑惑不能怯懦。只有那一个女子,让他抛却一切的伪饰,做回普通的男人。

两人那夜在战壕里的追逐,便是我心中爱情戏的经典。女子在前面奔跑,男子在后面追逐;被追的人知道自己注定被追上,追逐的人明了自己一定追得上。爱情原来就是尘世里灵魂的狩猎,无论是猎手还是猎物都无法停止的杀戮。

二嫂夫人最幸福的瞬间,莫过于庞青云那一句,“打完苏州,我不死,娶你。”这诺言在二虎的归来面前,在两人心里,悄无声息的泯灭了。愿意细究的可以看看庞青云看二虎出城的表情,从失落到欢喜,都是真实,却是不同层面考量的真实。庞青云是爱莲生的,但是只是他凡人的爱的一部分。初七那晚给二虎设的宴上,庞一个人守在屋里。午阳在门外叫着,大哥,你不用杀二哥了,二嫂已经死了。就看到庞拿起毛巾捂在脸上,手指张紧。有人说拿毛巾掩饰是弥补李连杰文戏表情的不足,我却觉得那一场哭戏用抑制的手法无声语出庞心里的悲凉。他从此以后,永远不以真面目示人,空余压抑的哽咽在南京富贵堂皇的庭院回荡。那个世界上唯一理解他的女子,却已经走了。

这段情,始于他理解她,而能维系下去的,却是因为她理解他。两人的相处从不多着墨,但从结尾午阳杀嫂时莲生说的话“你以为杀了我,就能救二哥吗?”,就能知道她果然是看透他的。她通达他的野心他的欲望,他的狠辣他的无奈。她放着一个爱着自己的好丈夫不爱,去爱庞青云。她去爱这个放任三弟杀她的人,她去爱这个不能给他任何承诺的人,便是因为他是豪杰,他在乎她,而他又不在乎她。这便是她命中的劫,那句“你真残忍”从头到尾都没有说过,但从头到尾都在重复着。

读《新宋》,里面说到司马光年轻时爱过一个尼姑,曾写诗纪念。又知道左宗棠督办新疆军事,命湘军“自泾川以西至玉门,夹道种柳,连绵数千里,绿如帷幄”,称作左公柳。姑且容我做不负责任的想象,猜度这夹道种柳,是否也暗示了豆蔻时一段情事。这些老成持重的朝中重臣,也有“老来多健忘,唯不忘相思”的时候。若是庞青云做了江苏巡抚,安安稳稳挨过几十年,到老来,不知道会怎样想起,那个面容清秀的女子。

梦醒左公柳前,
犹忆扬州瘦马。
赋联一对,并此文纪念一个女子,一个不会看到这文的人。

陈公麾下,泥途官靴

接下来,本想直接写庞青云的,这个前面已经说了很多的人。但写完庞便注定是结尾。可在写到他之前,关于陈公和陆大山,有几段话,还是想先说。

电影中关于陈公和陆大山的几个细节,我记得很深。
“你在赌。我不赌。这一千五百兵,是陈公的家底。打完了,陈公在朝廷说话就没底气。我的兵,只能给你壮声势。”陆大山是陈公嫡系,舒城一战时算是庞青云的同僚。这一番话丝毫不慷慨激昂,话里的意思,若说是“临阵畏战”,也没有错。但从陆大山嘴里平平静静地说出来,多了一份坦诚,也让人平添一种信任。有这样一个用兵谨慎的行伍押阵,总好过魁字营在后敌友莫辨。直到山字营八百人打散了五千太平军的布置,陆才发觉,“这仗,有得打”。那时他一抽马刀,跃马带兵,“跟着我,冲!”这样缜密思考决断之后的勇猛,才是职业军人应有的素质。

陆大山主持处置奸淫民女的两个小兵;苏州死局,他又痛斥庞青云孤注一掷;庞青云履冰,他在旁相劝;庞设局杀赵二虎,他在窗外低声问到,“你想清楚了,我这就去了。”这一切举动,全是正统兵将的考虑。庞青云可以不睬他,但决不能忽视他。他说话不多,却掷地有声。这便是真正的官兵。也许有人会斥之为朝廷的狗,陈公的狗,然而忠于某个方向而尽好自己的职责,不正是普通武人所应尽到的义务。从日本战国效忠大名的武士,到普鲁士时期容克贵族,所荣耀的,就是这样的国士无双。回想中国英杰辈出,从来不缺伟大的天才,只缺伟大的普通人。

有部下如此,陈公的内在,也可窥全豹。官场的作风不必多言,只记得紫禁城里陈公谆谆嘱咐庞青云的那句话,“要想有所作为,便要好好活着。”这是他三十年宦海沉浮的感悟,由此可见他对庞青云的看重。在他看来,庞青云是一号人才,却怕“直木先伐”。只可惜庞尚没有时间学习韬光养晦,便已经被除去。

记得是曾国藩有个对官场的比喻。说是仕途便如一段泥泞的道路。旅人穿着新靴子走上去。初时溅了泥点会小心拂拭,泥点溅多了靴子也变了颜色,走起路来便不再有顾忌了。自两千年前中国文官制度成熟,多少士子武人前仆后继在仕途上走下来,这泥途上留下的脚印重重叠叠,尽显了墨色。到路的尽头一瞧,没人脚上的靴子还是全新的。只不过,总有几个人的靴子,在靴子内里某处,会显得略微干净些。

庞青云,执刀见佛,见佛执刀

前面铺垫了很长,写了许多别的人和事,却又无一不是在写庞青云。写他的兄弟,写他的爱人,写他的同僚对手,各方面剖析清楚了,他倒不存在了。人于社会上的存在,也许便是做事与做人的痕迹。这些解构了,庞青云在我心里,只剩下一个名字。

这样的名字,在中国浩如烟海的史籍中,已经是太多了吧。