十日谈 第四天 1

第四天我们进入了沟谷地带的常绿阔叶林，情侣女陛下安排我们在林间空地野餐，大家各自模仿了一个故事。

第四天日头有些毒，我们继续向上爬，出了不少汗，盼着能有片林子歇歇脚，可周围树木越发稀疏，渐渐的几乎没有了，只剩下斑驳的草地，有的地方还能看到片片的树桩，有的地方则什么也看不见，点着伐木人的小屋。走了半日，地势忽然凹了下去，情侣男惊喜地喊道：“是这里！”只见前面两爿山地之间一条深谷，谷中长满了苦楮，石栎和具柄冬青，苍苍郁郁，不见前程。大家急忙走进去躲避强烈的阳光，细心的女王陛下挑选了一块不明不暗的林中空地，铺好洁白的亚麻布，摆上精致的茶点，待大家茶足饭饱，才笑眯眯地请罗罗讲第一个故事。

Politik Destruction

"Politik Destruction" That's what J saw when he stepped into the Lui's bar. It was written in black ink on a big white banner across the wall, which seemed pretty odd in such a tiny dark damp bar. "Politik Destruction" J repeated it again, and walked to the bartender.

The bartender was an old man, his black bowtie seemed stark and stiff, and his white shirt was kind of dirty yellow, but everything here looked a bit dirty yellow anyway. "It's the bulb, I told them to change the bulb, they never listened to me…" The old man had been murmuring to himself until he saw J. "What d'you want?" His tone didn't show himself as a nice bartender. J stopped, took a careful look at the whole bar again and said,
"Politik Destruction."
"What?"
"Politik Destruction."
"Sorry, we don't have such drink here."
"No, I mean…" J pointed at the banner and said, "Where did you get this?"
"I don't know, Lui got it here. Listen…"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Boy, " the old man raised his voice suddenly, "you buy a drink here, or you are out."
"Milk then."
"What???"
"Milk. You have Grasshopper here, then you have milk."
"OK…" The old man poured him a full glass of milk, which seemed a bit dirty yellow of course.
"Politik Destruction…" J sat down at the counter, sipped his milk and repeated it again.

"That's it!" a hysterical voice bursted out from the corner, "Politik! Yeah! It destructs everything!" J turned around, saw a rag and bone drunk buried at the end corner, which was almost outside of the bar, everything there was dark and dirty. His voice sounded like a mixture of desperation, anger, ironic, joy and some fucked up alcohol. "Love, passion, freedom, whatever, fuck them, we're all rational people, we've got perfect systems, we've got our Politik! Ja stimmt… Jeder hat seine eigene fantastische Politik…"

"Never mind, he's always drunk." the other guy next to J smiled at him. He was starring at the banner all the time before J came in, like a statue. "It's german, means politics or policy, something like that. I don't think there's a proper word for it in English, 'politic' might do but… Anyway, you like it right?" He was wearing a pair of big thick black glasses, along with a dense beard covering all other parts of his face. "Sometimes I think it might not mean the destruction from Politik but vice versa, the destruction to Politik. Lui is such an interesting guy, for hanging such a shit here."
"You know the rule, Mad." the old man broke his speech.
"Yeah sure, " Mad chuckled, as if he didn't give a fuck, "the first rule in the Lui's bar is, you do not talk about Lui."
"But everyone is talking about Lui, right?" J felt curious.
"Yeah! Long live Lui! Fuck Lui!" the drunk shouted again.
"Shut up! This is Lui's bar, ok? Lui makes the rules here. As long as you boys wanna a drink here, you got to obey his rules."
"But who is this Lui?"
"Oh come on, don't tell me you don't know Lui. Everybody here knows Lui." Mad began to laugh.
"What does he look like?"
"Lui? You kidding? Nobody has ever seen him. Everyone could be Lui. Maybe you are the fucking Lui."

Suddenly everybody bursted into laughter. J starred at the banner again.
"Politik Destruction" he repeated.
"And you're not supposed to talk about that, either, young man." the old man pointed at the "Politik" on the banner.
"Yeah, second rule." Mad nodded tipsily.
"Long live Lui! Fuck Lui!"
"Shut the fuck up!"

"So this is Lui's bar, and Lui makes the rules here. We're not supposed to talk about Lui, but everyboyd is talking about Lui; he doesn't want us to talk about 'Politik', either. But it was Lui who got it here…" J wanted to tell himself how ironic this is, but he couldn't, he felt cold, he felt creepy, he got it.

So J took out the revolver, shot the old man, the drunk and Mad right on the face. Then he walked to the wall, lighted up a match and burned the banner, it said, "Politik Destruction". Under the fire J felt warm now, happy and released, too, he said,

"Fuck Lui"

故事讲完，大家放下牛津双解词典咂舌不已，问罗罗模仿的是谁，罗罗摇摇头做诸葛孔明状，闭目不语。大家又问J的来历，罗罗故作玄虚道：“I, J, K”众人想了想，有的点头不语，有的啐痰骂街，有的呵呵傻笑。小莲儿趁便说道：

只写了一个故事，主要是向大家宣告十日谈又开始了，我会努力的