阴乐会
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音乐会。
阴乐会。
很多人都说刘鸿的音乐不似出自凡间,他们是对的,刘鸿的音乐来自阴间。他仔细研究过每一种动物尸体的敲击声音,尸体位置的不同、死亡时间的不同、击打器具的不同,都可能会发出不同的声音。刘鸿的音乐,就是来自于这些已经赶赴阴间的动物。
这是我第一次听刘鸿的个人音乐会,或许,也是最后一次。
其实,当我坐在这“音乐厅”里唯一的贵宾席上,听着刘鸿在动物尸体上敲敲打打并开始昏昏欲睡时,我就知道,这是我最后一次听到刘鸿的音乐。
我和刘鸿属于同一种人,为了梦想可以不惜一切的人。我能想到的东西,刘鸿也一定能想到,我很想知道的事情,刘鸿也一定很想知道。
我很想知道,用人的身体,到底能够演奏出什么样的音乐。刘鸿当然也想知道,所以,我昏昏欲睡了,我肢体瘫软,不听使唤了,我早该想到的。
他用那双充满腥臭的手捧起我的脸,问:“你知道梦想是什么吗?”
我点点头,随即又马上摇摇头,梦想这东西,怎么能说得清楚呢?
刘鸿的眼睛里闪着莫名的伤感:“梦想就是一种一旦实现就会马上失去的东西。当你实现了某个梦想,那么它就不能再称之为梦想了,然后你就会有新的梦想,然后再实现,再失去。到最后,你终于发现,梦想就是一种你永远都追不上的东西,除非
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“除非什么?”我问。
他的脸凑过来,鼻尖轻轻碰触到我的嘴唇,又触电般地离开,“除非一个人的终极梦想,是用死亡来实现的。谢谢你,是你让我找到了实现梦想的捷径,是你让我感觉到了人间的温暖,是你让我知道了,这个世界上,除了梦想,还有一些别的东西需要去守护。我要你幸福。”
我撇撇嘴:“你所说的幸福,就是让我成为你的音符吗?”
刘鸿继续笑着:“开始吧,你将听到一曲旷世绝响。”他的笑容渐渐模糊,全世界都渐渐模糊。我感觉自己的身体在融化,融化到只剩下一双耳朵。
刘鸿在我耳边说:“别再杀人了,为了写恐怖小说去偷尸杀人,不值。我要你幸福。”
这句话是这“旷世绝响”的开场白。
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什么叫作绝响?
绝响就是听到一次,就永远没有第二次的声音。
我再也无法听到刘鸿的音乐,因为刘鸿死了,警察赶到的时候,发现我已经完全昏迷,而刘鸿早已把自己砍得伤痕累累,血流成河。他们在这地下室的肉块里,发现了几具小孩的尸体和大人的残肢。
我早就说过,我能想到的,刘鸿也能想到。单凭想象力是无法写出恐怖小说的,在我剁排骨那天,我令刘鸿找到了灵感,刘鸿的话也激发了我的写作灵感。我需要真实的杀人的体验,可是我却不知道怎么处理那些尸体。当我发现刘鸿的“秘密乐器”时,就想到了将尸体混杂在这些肉块里——刘鸿也想到了,他不但想到了,还把它付诸行动。
他早就打算用自己的身体来演奏一曲旷世绝响,并顺带承担了我所有的罪恶。
有些人为艺术献身,有些人为艺术失身,刘鸿是前者,我是后者。
我必须承认,刘鸿真的是这个世界上最伟大的音乐艺术家,因为他用自己身体演奏的那首曲子,是我听到的最具有震撼力的音乐。
那首曲子的名字叫作“拯救”。
Introduce:(one) this is one is mixed artistic and complete not the place of relevant, skin of dilapidated dweller building wall flakes, left together right, the brick of bare rufous brick and earthy white is seamed. The dweller is a noisy market downstairs, all the year round is full of the flavour of dead fish sodden leaf, small business butcher people peddle the sound of sound and bone of chop fish chop adulterates together, flocks and herds of countless pigs dog gives out the final groan in life here. In the dweller building that the skin of a certain wall that Liu Hong stays in on this street flakes, he is my lodger. Liu Hong is an artist, musician. Of course, all these is him self-righteous, one's own wishful thinking. Ground of his one's own wishful thinking thinks he is the dweller of this street, but everybody becomes him is alien. He is self-righteous whole world most potential musician, his him flatter oneself will become the musical artist with the greatest whole world eventually, but everybody becomes him is bedlamite. Tell the truth, I also do not believe mad word of Liu Hong. How can be the artist had " Liu Hong " so vulgar name, how is the artist met so poor? It is those not to get the poor artist of annals, also meet, go seeking inspiration on the hill that perhaps chooses to do not have signs of human habitation, they will never choose to be in such place. Without who clearer than me, here does not have the space that art lives completely, a wee bit also is done not have. All dreams can be here strangle, can ground of have ample food and clothing is living had been the biggest happiness on this street. Liu Hong's color is very strange, double-fold eyelid big eye of the standard, small mouth of tall bridge of the nose of the standard and cherry, but the facial features of these standards is combined together, deserve to go up again he is stupefied continuously then be stupefied the ground is stuck in the head the huge protruding ears of two side, inarticulate is mixed at odds weird. Especially those two Nancy dye-in-the-wood small lip, thin stick below nose sparsely, as if you should extend big toe and index finger gently only, can tear down them come. Liu Hong's habits and customs is very strange also, crack oneself up is him of musical division, so quiet that make a person feel disturbed, his room has what activity rarely, there is thick dirt on shabby piano, resemble limbo be infiltratinged hind the wife of a prince. He talks rarely, also go out rarely, opening that window that covers dust all the year round, bend over in window edge, motionless, with respect to efflorescent like dry cadaver. He always is too high to be popular, he says, the greatest music on the world, not be the decadent music that those artistic pretending to be, also not be the make a fuss about an imaginary illness that I love those your passion, however the sound of life; He says, the fish struggles in muddy water, pork is on chopping board complain tearfully, the arrival of life and leave, it is the most beautiful sound on this world. But, it is so quiet resembling the dead, so weird that be like soul本文地址:http://www.jxgushihui.com/lizhigushi/1931.html