Liu Xiaolingtong's First Autobiography: The Walker

Chapter 2

Life and death are broad,

Talk to Zicheng.

-"Book of Songs"

In the back of my mind, such a picture is always clearly engraved:
On a cloudy and rainy day, in an old-fashioned ward of the Affiliated Hospital of Zhejiang Medical University, a little boy was lying on the side of the hospital bed, and a pale young man was lying on the bed, weakly saying to the little boy: "Jin Lai, I dying..."

The little boy looked confused: "Brother, what is death?"

The young man sighed, stretched out his hand to stroke the little boy's hair, and said slowly: "Death means that you will never see me again."

The little boy stared wide-eyed, and tears rolled down his cheeks. He held the young man's hand with sobs, raised his head and asked, "Then how can I see you?"

The young man patted the little boy's shoulder lightly, and said lovingly, "The day you become the Monkey King Monkey King, you will be able to see me."

The younger brother lying in front of the hospital bed is me, and the young man lying on the hospital bed is my second brother Zhang Jinxing.That year, I was 7 years old and my second brother was 17 years old.

My second brother died on April 1966, 4, and my birthday is April 13.The day before my death, my second brother was still celebrating my birthday—in fact, on April 4, my second brother’s thinking was already very fuzzy, and he basically couldn’t speak much, but he has been cooperating with the doctor.It may be an original, natural, instinctive feeling that he must get through this day, otherwise, my birthday will always be his death day in the future.

When the second brother went to heaven, I didn't understand what death was when I was young. I only knew that the second brother was going to a place far, far away, and I would never see him or hear him again. The story he told me about Monkey King and Zhu Bajie, I can no longer go to the movies with him, go to the street to read comic books...

As I grow older, my sorrow for the passing of my second brother has turned into deep nostalgia, but the words he said before his death have always echoed in my ears: "When you play the role of the Monkey King Sun Wukong, you will be able to See you." These words guided the direction of my life.

When my friend chatted with me, I had the feeling that as long as the conversation exceeded three sentences, I would change the topic to "Monkey King", "Monkey King" and "Monkey Culture".They even asked me: "Do you have a self? Do you live for the monkey? Do you live for your Monkey King family?"

I answered very positively, "Yes!" I couldn't easily live for myself.Or, for me, it's a responsibility.And behind this responsibility, there is a series of ups and downs.

I often say: "I came with the monkey soul." The brand of the Monkey King has been deeply imprinted in my blood and bone marrow.Because of the special relationship between me and my second brother, I seem to be destined to become the pillar of the Monkey King family, to replace my second brother and fulfill that unfulfilled wish.

(End of this chapter)